Novels by Eva Tales

Night fell like a velvet curtain over the estate, thick and impenetrable. Eva had trained until exhaustion blurred the edges of reality, but sleep would not come. The fire within her the twin forces of Flame and Shadow pulsed with restless energy, making her muscles tense and her mind race. The courtyard, scarred from her first strike, glowed faintly under the moon, a reminder of both victory and vulnerability. She could still feel the shadows’ lingering presence, the echo of their voices whispering through her mind: Eva… come to us… you belong in the dark.She rose from the chair where she had collapsed, drawing a blanket around her shoulders. Every instinct screamed at her to stay in the safety of her room, but curiosity, determination, and something deeper a spark of defiance pulled her toward the corridors. Quietly, she moved through the hallways, careful to avoid the creaks of old wood that might betray her. Each step felt deliberate, deliberate, but she sensed the estate itself

Dawn broke with a muted glow, the sun barely piercing the thick clouds hanging low over the ruined estate. Eva had barely slept, her mind racing with the memory of the courtyard battle, the cloaked figure’s words, and the raw power she now carried. Every muscle ached from the previous day’s training, but exhaustion had no claim over her resolve. Today was different. Today, she would not merely practice control she would learn to fight as a vessel, to harness Flame and Shadow in tandem, to strike back against the forces that sought her.The man was already waiting when she emerged from her room. His posture was rigid, eyes sharp, scanning the horizon as if expecting danger to announce itself at any moment. “We have little time,” he said, his voice low, edged with urgency. “They will come. The cloaked figure has sent scouts already. We need to prepare.”Eva’s stomach twisted, nerves and anticipation mingling. She nodded, letting him guide her toward a secluded training ground beyond the

The morning after the courtyard incident arrived like a hesitant whisper, the sun filtered weakly through the heavy clouds, painting the ruined estate in pale shades of grey. Eva lay in the man’s arms, trembling still, the raw energy that had erupted from her body slowly fading but leaving a residue of warmth and fear. The library had become their temporary refuge, its towering shelves now echoing the weight of what she had unleashed.Her mind raced. Flame and shadow both, colliding inside her, burning and twisting, yet somehow balanced. She had felt the power coursing through her veins, alive, sentient, like it had a mind of its own. And yet, that same power had obeyed her defiance, had responded to her fear, her anger, her desire to survive. She was no longer just Eva. She was something more… dangerous, unpredictable, necessary.The man studied her quietly, hands still resting lightly on her shoulders. His dark hair fell over his brow, shadows hiding the depths of his expression. “Y

The morning passed in a blur of uneasy silence. Eva sat at the long dining table, untouched food cooling on her plate. The chatter of the others barely registered. Every laugh, every glance felt wrong, as if they were performing a script and she was the only one without lines.Her mind replayed the voices she had heard outside her room: She already suspects. If she learns the truth now, we’ll lose her.Lose her to what? Or to who?She shifted uncomfortably under their gaze. Were they watching her too closely, or was paranoia clouding her senses? She gripped her fork until her knuckles whitened.When the meal ended, she slipped away, retreating to the library. The old room smelled of leather and dust, the towering shelves lined with volumes far older than the house itself. She trailed her fingers along the spines, searching for something she did not know. Answers, maybe. Proof she wasn’t losing her mind.One book caught her attention not because of its title, but because it seemed out

The moonlight spilled through the half-open curtains, silver streaks dancing across the wooden floor. Eva lay awake, staring at the ceiling, her heart refusing to calm even hours after the night’s events. Sleep had teased her, but each time she drifted close, the memory of fire in her veins and the glow in her eyes pulled her back, sharp and unforgiving. She pressed a hand against her chest, expecting the same searing heat beneath her skin. Nothing. Just the steady rhythm of her heart, too quick, too fragile. Maybe it was all in her head. Maybe she had dreamt it. But then why had her reflection in the cracked bathroom mirror shown eyes blazing gold, wild and alive with something unexplainable? She turned onto her side, pulling the thin blanket tighter. Shadows gathered in the corners of her room, stretching unnaturally long, as if reaching for her. The silence was heavy. Too heavy. Somewhere deep inside, she knew she wasn’t alone. A floorboard creaked outside her door. Her breath

The forest was darker than usual, the trees pressing in as though alive, watching. Aria moved cautiously, her glow flickering along her wrists with every step. The events of the past days weighed heavily on her. Her powers had grown stronger, but so had the threats that lurked in the shadows. The rogue attack had been only the beginning.She paused at the edge of a clearing, sensing movement beyond the mist. Her instincts screamed that someone or something was watching. The bond with Damon throbbed violently, pulling her attention to the shadows.“Aria,” Damon’s voice cut through the stillness, silver eyes scanning the forest. “You should not have come alone.”“I had to,” she said, voice steady despite the tremor in her chest. “I feel it again. Something is coming. I can sense it in the air, in the stones, in my power.”He stepped closer, protective, the bond tugging at both of them. “Then we face it together. Stay close.”A rustle broke the silence, sharp and deliberate. From the mis