Yelena Marvel Comics Novels & Stories

I do not think I would have been able to handle half of them, much less to talk about two—” “In English, Adua,” Yelena cut her off with a scold, “Fine.” The plump omega huffed, “I go to help make food instead of talk to you. Bye bye.” And then she was gone. With a deep sigh, Yelena got up to fix the books they used back on one of the ceiling high mahogany shelves. A book in particularly caught her attention during her simple task. Knowing the joys of motherhood. A quirky smile broke out on her lips at a very depressing thought: Her mother really needed to have read this book before she died.

JC gets up and paces back and forward mumbling to himself when he looks up to me 'Okay that's a lot to process and you both knew about them?' JC looks over to his parents, they both nod 'I've known Yovanna since we were both in high school we both grew up together she's my best friend and we all used to be great friends including her ex mate but he had an accident when Tatiana was born which caused him to have brain bleed he had multiple surgeries because of it from then on he changed, had hate towards us we used to be allies but Tatiana's father spiraled ended our alliance took both Yovanna and Tatiana away said he wanted to build the pack better and powerful which I wasn't surprised he tur

They simply opened fire with their plasma-rifles. ​"COVER!" Kael roared, his obsidian-gauntlets expanding to form a biological shield. ​Elena didn't hide. she was a silver-and-black blur, her blades carving through the air as she deflected the plasma rounds. She moved with a speed that the Liquidators couldn't track, the "Ash-Born" grace that Leo had gifted them. ​"HARLAN! THE BEACON!" Elena screamed.

"Sorry, there was an emergency—Black Widow ambushed us." "Okay. Be careful." After sending that reply, I couldn't help but smile bitterly. I was also a high-ranking member of Devil's Advocate, so if there really had been an ambush, I would have definitely received the news. I thought over it for a moment, then checked the mysterious message I had received this morning on Instagram. When I tapped on the profile photo, I couldn't stop my body from trembling. It was Yelena. Her newest post came with the caption, "Specifically came back to celebrate my third wedding anniversary with my husband. He set aside so many matters just to come pick me up. I love him!"

At the end of the day, any decision that gets made is hers and hers alone, and I’m grateful that I have an amazing Alpha in her and that I don’t have her job. I inhale deeply. It’s with that deep inhale that I smell my favorite scent in the whole world, warm cherry pie. I know my mate is near. It’s then that I heard the knock on the door. “Come in, Beautiful” I call to Zella, my mate as I lift my head up while still remaining hunched over the desk. Thought to be a Hebrew name meaning, “wolf” the name Zella only encapsulates one small part of who this wonderful woman is. Yes, she is a wolf. But, she’s also my mate, the female Beta of the Crimson Snow Pack, a strong warrior who balances that s

The mist from the amethyst formed a protective circle around me – I was electric panic, reaching for my sword, but I could not see through the amethyst as suddenly, it took the shape of a woman – A Valkyrie. "Don't let your foul hands sully my girlfriend!" came a familiar voice, as close as my own heart, as Yolanda, somehow from the grave of death, had risen. She was seven feet tall, with wings and a horned helmet and battle dress, spear on her hands as she stabbed Eleleth through the heart. "For the honor of Freida!" Yolanda – was I mad? – cried, rending Eleleth open to bleed albino butterflies. He smelled of mold and mildew.

Being no one was better than being someone with a lot of trouble behind their back. And then there was Calantha. She hadn’t spoken to me since the incident at breakfast, but I could feel the weight of her anger every time she passed by. She had called in Elara that night to come attend to her needs and I was made the errand girl, not that I wasn't before but this time she would send me to fetch something unnecessary only to tell me off. So when Dally rushed into our chambers that evening, eyes wide with disbelief, I braced myself for more bad news.

“Take it. Take every inch down your throat like a good girl. Fuck, your mouth feels incredible.” Elena made wet, choking sounds as he pounded into her mouth. Her cuffed hands twitched behind her back and her pussy dripped steadily onto the floor. She couldn’t touch herself and the frustration made her even wetter. Fucking hell, she was going crazy.

“She’s still alive. Enzo Senior put her in the vault. She’s the key. Not me.” Marcus’s face went pale, the professional mask cracking for the first time. “That’s impossible.” Cedric smiled through the pain, a weak, broken thing. “Check your records. Her name is Elena. Elena Falcone. She’s been in the vault for twenty-five years.” Marcus pulled out his phone with shaking hands, making a call. He listened for a long moment, his face growing whiter with each passing second. “There is an Elena Falcone in the vault’s cryo records. Listed as ‘biological fail-safe.’”

As soon as he stepped into the penthouse, Ary opened the email fully and began reading: Elena Ava Nolan, born December 25, 1997 to Jon Patrick and Gina Marie Nolan, both of Essex, Massachusetts. Mother, deceased. Personal Details: - Age: 23 - Nationality: American - Marital Status: Married (Bradley “Brad” Hawkins) Residence and Employment: - Last confirmed residence: Shared condo with Bradley Hawkins in Lawrence, MA. - Last known employment: Junior Chef at Scavos Eatery, Essex, MA, from where she resigned, citing “personal reasons”