Bucky Yelena 소설 & 이야기

“The Bronithe..” “What will happen in the Bronithe?” Finrod held to her hand, waiting for her answer. “I saw the Virsathen, it was glowing. I felt it worried and frightened. And I saw the Queen Aera; she was running away like the rest of the aristocrats. I don’t know why or from whom. Some of the warriors were poised to attack. And Ellaine,” Yntreia stopped. “Ellaine was at the center of the commotion. Someone, for some reason, wants her.”

I turned so fast, i nearly lost balance, my heart leaping into my throat. Standing under the pale lightning of the office was Yelena Nightshade, in silver. The kind of wealth that speaks in the person not from what she wore, it was her. She looked thinner than the last time I saw her, ever so, slime, but her eyes held a terrifying clarity that made me nervous. In one hand she held the black drive. In the other hand, was a sleek silver pistol and it was pointed directly at me. “Lady Yelena,” I breathed, forcing a breathless laugh out of my throat.

Elena or the dragon? A/N

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.

The soft click of the deadbolt sliding into place sounded almost sacred. Final. Safe. For the first time since leaving the hospital, I allowed my shoulders to sag beneath the crushing weight of the day. Outside this bedroom door, I was Elena Vane-Thorne—the woman who had detonated Oakhaven’s most powerful engagement, humiliated Julian Vane in front of the elite, and dragged her father back from the edge of death. But inside this room? Inside this room, I was just a woman racing against the apocalypse with eleven days left on the clock.

The girl was a tactical machine. To permanently eradicate Athena Cole from Westmore’s orbit, Sienna needed an institutional kill. She needed a felony. Raising her knuckles, Sienna rapped sharply on the hollow wooden door. A deadbolt clicked. The door opened a few inches, revealing the pale, sweating face of Leo Vance.

“Actually, I’m planning to create a foundation to help the poor.” Bella’s eyes widened in surprise. “That’s beautiful, El,” she said with a beam. “Do you need my help?” I nodded, and she sat closer, peeking at my tab. “I’m planning customized shirts and caps…” I began, when Emris walked in. “Hey, Emris,” Bella called beaming. “Elena is starting a foundation!” “That’s great news, El. Congratulations,” he said warmly. “Thank you, Emris,” I smiled back.

The room falls into an eerie silver glow that pulses in time with my heartbeat. “I can’t stop it,” I whisper, terror clawing up my throat. Blake turns back to me, voice suddenly low. Careful. “Then don’t.” “What?” “Stop trying to cage it,” he says. “Let it move through you.” Ethan shakes his head violently. “No. She’s not a weapon.” Blake’s eyes flick back to him. “Neither was the Goddess who bore the Crown before her.” The words strike something deep. I break. I stop fighting.

Fight someone who enjoyed the war. When Elena stepped out of the mall with four bags in one hand and a fresh iced latte in the other, she was glowing, relaxed, laughing at something Jace said under his breath, her hair falling in soft waves over a shoulder that still carried healing bruises from gunfire. She looked like she had just finished a yoga retreat, not a post threat shopping spree. And Lysandra Vauxhaul was DONE. She didn’t wait for subtle. Didn’t wait for a gap. Didn’t wait for her intelligence operatives or daddy’s resources to build some brilliant plan.