Descendants 3 Evie Novels & Stories

“My name is Evie Hunter. I am— was a warrior from the Yhi, the Kingdom of Light.” “Yi— what?” Evie pursed her lips as she reached out and took the notebook and pen from the doctor and wrote the word YHI. “This is the name of the place where I came from. You pronounce it as ‘yi-hi’,” Evie explained. “In my world, most people are more or less descendants of heaven.” “Descendants of heaven?” Evie nodded. “We are what you mortals call demigods. We have deities as our ancestors. But of course, our strength varies. The more divine blood we have the closer to our ancestors we are.”

The cold breath of storm-bringing Notos whipped along the muddy field, creating a faint, white mist while lightning flashed above them and large raindrops struck the ground, mirroring the intensity of the still on-going game that had her suppressing a shudder at the sheer violence happening in front of her. Oh Hades, what on earth had Proserpina stumbled upon now–a training camp of soldiers? Spawns of Ares? No. There are only three demigods left in this world (excluding her, she no longer counted–) that were… permitted to live after the Righteous Purge years ago: Nicholas Cayden, son of Athena. Rei Kashima, son of Hypnos. And– ‘Let's not go there.’ Proserpina forced herself to focus back on

Harry's voice became hoarse as he finally let his tears down. “I forget everything and want you to do the same. Our new life is the best that I can imagine. I didn’t know that you still had that imaginary revenge in your head. But yeah, I guessed our story is not in this one.” He smiled softly while his nephew looked at him with sadness and tears brimming in his eyes. ** Three months later.. Evie was playing with the house cat she found near the forest in one of the backyard gardens of the huge mansion. The white castle. That was what Evie liked to call this place and Alex call it their home.

I look down and see Evie's disgruntled body, dragging on the floor with blood smearing her traces. "YOU EVIL! DISGUSTING! PIG!" I spat out so viciously she brings her dragging to a hault and slowly brings her head up to look at me. "Hun..H—H-Hunnie..p-please... It w-was all J—Jahred.." She weeped in her hands, her body shaking violently. I couldn't kill her, I wasn't sure I even had the strength and energy to continue watching her. I could hurt her the same way Bham had Pulverized Jahred. I really could.

My architecture of power. And someone entered my territory and stole my masterpiece. I return to the second monitor. The dossier I burned and reassembled dozens of times over the last six years is open to the page that always brings me back to the beginning: Evie Byrne, 24 years old. Irish nationality. Wife of Declan Callahan. Declared dead after a car accident. Body never recovered. Evie Byrne existed before me. She had history, memories, a daughter, a husband who marked her with teeth and possessed her with primitive brutality. She existed, and I erased her.

Eva Yerbury was a maid who worked for the Shaw family. She was the second generation as her parents were also maids of the Shaw family. However, when Eva was still a five-year-old child, she had followed her parents abroad with the three Shaw brothers to take care of them. That way, Eva, who was originally a child of the maids, became a proper third culture individual living abroad. However, Eva was better than many third culture individuals as she was incredibly fluent in English.

she adds. "Don't worry, I'll have to face him sooner or later, so why not just face him now" "Ok, Fred take her to him" T. B. C. Our Eva finally woke up 😘 And they are having triplets but when did another baby enter 🤗🤗 . .

Besides, what would I do living all alone? What kind of life would that be? As silence fell over Evie, I started taking steady breaths. After a few minutes of careful thought, she finally spoke up. “You’re right. I’m with you. Let’s do this. Let’s get rid of these monsters—they’ve done enough damage to our world. Daddy would be proud of you.” She must’ve been smiling because her voice sounded so bright. I gave a nod and then pressed the sharp knife against my palm, cutting the skin and letting the blood drip into the deep well.

Jenny's audacity truly challenged everything I thought I understood. Ellie's blood clung to me. Seeing how worried I was for her, she let out a laugh. I shot her an annoyed look. "What's so funny?" Ellie reached out with her uninjured hand and touched my waist. "Peter, you just said the one you love is me." The corner of Maisie's mouth twitched. Her formidable mother, the woman who ruled the business world, now looked gentle and openly affectionate.

"No, thank you." Lydia stepped forward, trying to smooth over the awkwardness. "Let me prepare some snacks and drinks for you all instead." She offered. But Evangeline gave Lydia a pleading look. "No, Lydia. Let me handle it. Please." With a reluctant nod, Lydia took the triplets to the nursery. Evangeline immmeditely moved towards the kitchen. And the moment she was out of sight, she collapsed against the counter, letting her back rest against the cool surface. With a shaky breath, she muttered to herself, "This is the last time… just this… this and you're done, Evangeline."