Character Of Encantadia Novels & Stories

She moved herself trying to sit while she grabbed the blanket to cover her body. "Andy, I know you deserve to know, but please promise me you'll try to understand." He sat in front of her and hold her hand. "I am not human, I am an Encantado," he started. "Encantado what? What do you mean you're not human? You mean to say I just made love with a monster?" She panicked. "Monster? Andy, I am not a monster! I am way far from being a monster. Yes, I possess power, I live in a magical place not visible to human eyes!

“‘I think so,’ he answered with deep sincerity. ‘How does one really know? I mean, are humans so certain that they have a soul? I have seen plenty of humans who did not act like it.’ “‘Hmm, that’s a good point,’ I said. “I thought about it for a while and tried to search my innermost feelings. Finally, I told him what I truly felt. “‘I believe you,’ I said. “‘Listen to me, Fina,’ he said. ‘You must not let these things get you down, get between us. Your people and mine are more similar than you think. Encantos are comfortable with familiar things. They defend tradition and oppose anything new. They do not ever want things to change.

“Actually, little Miss Marnie was one of the orphans selected to attend the auction this year, and she made such a great impression on my mate Kenzie Venscothi, that Kenzie insisted on bringing her a very special teddy bear from the kingdom.” Kenzie held up the teddy bear with a big smile on her face. “Marnie is such a sweet girl, and the absolute best dance partner. Please tell me that it isn’t too late to get to see her tonight.” Belinda was taken aback by Kenzie’s approachability. Most witches just assumed that the royal family was like Markov said that they are. Ruthless, uncaring, and hateful towards every other species. If anyone could fix Markov’s nasty claims, it would be my very own

I thought to myself. For the rest of the day I had to endure my brother's and father's tantrum and after what we call an unhealthy amount of waiting we finally met Amelia, Nebula tribe's alpha mother. She was wearing a plain bright red skirt which was below her knees, same red blazer and a white top underneath with matching red high heels. As we approached her my father smiled his one of the finest fakes smiles that he usually put on his face on the occasion like this, my brother was trying to be a gentleman which he was.

Her parents died when she was fifteen, and she was raised by her uncle Diego and his wife Cassia. Martin Philip: the son of Elena's bodyguard. Thirty years old. He has chestnut hair and olive green eyes. He is tall and a very strict person. He became Elena's guard since his father died in the same accident in which Elena's parents died. Rebecca Adams is a girl from a noble family who is Elena's best friend. She has yellow hair and brown eyes.

Corazon Madrigal is renowned for having a contemptuous attitude toward persons who belong to lesser social classes or are not on the same level. She doesn't want to be surrounded by people who will not be beneficial for their family. Fortunately, she has children that are the complete opposite of her, especially Bernard and Edward. The majority of their characteristics are inherited from Margaux, their grandmother.

“But it’s as if they carry some mystical cloud with them. And once you touch it, you can never shake it off. You’ll always carry a part of them with you.” A lump lodges in my throat. She’s right. Enrique’s magic cloud has me trapped forever. “They get their warmth and strength from their mother, Miranda,” she says reverently. “Their stubbornness, too.” “But the cockiness … that comes from their Dad. And that ridiculous energy.” “Broken bones, stitches, burns, bruises … especially little Jackson. A real tornado that one. Oh, I swore that boy had a death wish or something.” Maybe this is my chance to find out what I’m suspecting.

She remembered Jenny's word. So, this was Nancy. She was beautiful, tall, and a bit of a Morena. Honestly, she was getting that one Barbie movie vibe. Was it Princess Charms school? A hint of bitchiness there though. Jenny had previously mentioned that. “How may I help you, Miss Alcantara?” she inquired dubiously. “Nothing, I just want to . . .” she paused, pondering her next choice of words, “check if you’re

He did not even bother looking up, he knew that voice really well. It was said that teenagers were troublesome, but this one took things to a whole new level, one would swear she was trained to be a criminal from the first day she could lift her feet. She had a fierce personality, she was rogue, unruly, unpredictable, and overall wild in her pursuit in life. She reminded him so much of MJ. "Aren't you too young to be here?" He asked, taking a sip of his drink. She sighed dreamily. "Mr Chauffeur, I'm Esparanza Montero, and I can do whatever the hell I want whenever I want."

Her mother looked curious. "Prince Adrian is the most level-headed gentleman I have ever met. For a shifter, he is polite and courteous and absolutely charming." ‘Charming. Blegh!’ Amelia thought with a scoff. "You have met him, mom?" Amelia asked curiously. Her mom had known him. So why hadn't she? Did she always spend everytime in the book stands and only with her friends? She spent most of her time with Cilia and Blaine. There was no one else...