Yelena Marvel Novels & Stories

The couple suspiciously locked their gaze on Yelena. "And what made you worthy of our trust?" Lady Laenyra asked. Yelena's gaze shifted in her direction and gave her a cold smile. "I drowned thousands of men in seas. And feed children to lions. I'm a woman of words and I never break promises." Yelena responded coldly and Laenyra felt fear from her place when the woman's head creepily tilted to the side and smiled at her. Laenyra quickly holds her husband's hand.

Dressed in violet silk, her hair a crown of black curls, her eyes sharper than glass. She spotted Nova instantly. Her smile was cruel. “You’re early,” she said as Nova approached. “I’m always early for endings,” Nova replied. Irena’s gaze flicked to Liam. “You brought your pet.” “And you brought your snake,” Nova said, nodding to the girl beside Irena. Yelena. The secret daughter. She was breathtaking, sharp angles, cold beauty, eyes like icebergs. “Nova,” Irena said, voice honeyed. “Meet my daughter.”

She`s really just like him. Yelena is only four years old but the way she think and speak is matured. My mama told me that maybe because she have a parents who`s intelligent. Well, I don`t know if that`s true I just hope for my daughter`s a happy and normal life. A peaceful one.

"So, who was in my penthouse, Marcus?" "Layla has a twin," Marcus said, swiping the screen to show a grainy DMV photo. "Elena Vance. She’s a freelance graphic designer. No criminal record, no debt to Silas Vane, and almost zero digital footprint. She doesn't attend galas. She doesn't do 'lifestyles of the rich and famous.' She lives in a studio apartment in the East Side." Julian leaned over the desk, his eyes fixated on the photo. It was a sterile, poorly lit shot, but the eyes were unmistakable. They were the same wide, expressive eyes that had looked at him with such raw honesty through the silver filigree.

Royce froze. Elena glanced from Royce to Kenzie, and Kenzie shrugged. "At least that's one less asshole to deal with." "Right." Elena's lips pursed in a grim line. She was quite beautiful, with blonde hair and soft green eyes. But there was an intelligence and fire there that showed her inner strength. That was what Vadym was trying to kill. But he won't get her again, not if I can help it. Royce may not think he needs a Robin to his Batman, but I can prove him wrong.

The dawn over the Thames was a bruised purple, illuminating the wreckage of Leo’s former life. Standing in the mud and the rusted shadows of the vault, Leo watched as the woman he knew only from Meilin’s tear-stained childhood stories—Elena Vance—approached them. Elena didn't walk; she commanded the space around her. She was the CEO of Vance Global, the silent titan that made the Thorne Foundation look like a neighborhood start-up.

"They're the same." Victoria leaned closer, studying the images. Then she laughed. "Jack, lots of people have similar eyes. That doesn't mean they're the same person." "It's not just the eyes," Jack insisted. "Elena Valdris disappeared to Lysandria eight years ago. Elena of Ravenwood Industries appeared in Lysandria eight years ago. Both named Elena. Both connected to the Ravenwood name." "Those are coincidences," Victoria said dismissively. "Jack, you're being paranoid. There's no way your nobody ex wife could have become a billionaire businesswoman."

“I told you from the start that I can’t fucking love you. So what is it now? Are you doing this to win Makaim’s favor again?” Yelena sniffled. “My uncle has turned his back on me all because of you, Wolfe!” she shrieked. Damien quickly clamped a firm hand over her mouth, stealing another glance in Lila’s direction. Yelena flinched, surprised by the sudden move. She turned her head toward where he was looking and saw Lila. She stood a few feet away in the hallway, dressed in black running shorts and a white tank top. Her hair was pulled into a messy bun, yet she looked effortlessly beautiful, as if she didn’t even try.

"I am the Obsidian Circle. I am the source." "And I," a new voice spoke a voice that sounded like thunder and whispers, like a thousand servers and a single, human heart, "am the Architecture of the new world." The elevator doors at the edge of the helipad exploded outward. Elena stepped out. But she wasn't the fragile ghost from the boat. She was something else entirely. She was encased in a suit of raw, solidified data a shimmering armor of violet light that looked like it had been forged in the heart of a star. Her eyes were no longer just glowing; they were twin novas of pure information.

Reaching out a hand she patted Rachel's head earning herself an indignant hmph. "I'm not a child." Rachel huffed pouting. "Of course you aren't." Elaina giggled ruffling Rachel's hair. "Come we need to prepare for Rathial's arrival, I can feel him approaching." Giving Elaina a questioning look Rachel turned and motioned for her men to follow her. It seemed that even though Rachel was part of the Eastern brethren, it did not mean that she was capable of fighting. Making a mental note to ask Chase the reason later Elaina hurried towards camp as she continued to feel her target approaching.