Descendants Evie Pictures 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.”

Damn, he'd been turned-on by older women before, but never one who was one hundred and nineteen. It took another hour of internet digging before he'd pieced together a rough outline of Evie's life. She'd been born here in Charleston to a wealthy family of French descent, the youngest of four children, and had become engaged in 1910 to a French businessman. Sam guessed that the start of the war in Europe had curtailed their marriage - maybe her fiancé had been killed, maybe he'd just gotten caught up in the fighting, but there was no notice of his death in any records Sam could find. Evie's death though - he finally found a more detailed accounting of that in a local guide to haunted houses.

She put down her knife and fork before turning her body to face the little girl with a smile as she spoke softly, “Hello, Evie. Did you have a good dinner?” Evie became less shy as she nodded and smiled with those half-grown teeth again. She then took out a loose page from her sketchbook before handing it to Lucianne, “I drew this for you.” Lucianne’s eyes widened in curiosity. When she looked at the drawing, her mouth gaped at the pencil sketch in her hand. It was her upper body profile from the side, angled from the table where Evie’s family sat. It was so lifelike and drawn with such detail that no one would think a person her age could’ve done it. She even drew her scar! “Do you like it,

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.

Then pretended it hadn’t happened. After dessert — crème brûlée, slightly torched — Eva was allowed a break. Her aunt carried her into the hallway outside the ballroom, where it was quieter, dimmer. The corridor was lined with oil portraits of severe - looking ancestors. All stiff collars and judgmental brows. Eva stared at one for a long beat. “He looks mad.” Vivienne followed her gaze. “That’s your great - grandfather. He was always mad.” “Did he like kids?” “He tolerated them.” Eva nodded. “Good thing I was born later.” Vivienne laughed. “You’d have crushed him by age three.”

It must belong to him. A particular files catches my attention as its named, "Taste of Honey" YOLO BAYBAYYYY!!!" The video starts with Evie throwing the rocker sign and holding some chicks legs over her shoulder. I knew she was into girls for a very long time, but I have never seen her in the act like this. She was usually very secretive when it came to that subject. The camera zooms in on her lips and captures the moment she lifts the woman's green sparkly dress above her pretty pussy, and laps away.

Evie saw me and ran over. “Uncle Reiner! I missed you so much!” She threw her arms around my neck as I bent over scooping her up. Looking into her eyes, I knew the tests were right. It was like looking into the eyes of a mini-Myla. “I missed you too. My little lady.” I could feel the tears stinging my eyes knowing I was holding my daughter. My own flesh and blood. Myla was watching me hugging Evie. She smiled as she wrapped her arms around both of us. “My family.” She whispered.

The rain poured harder which alarmed everyone. "In the garden. Now" Lilith commanded as she lead the way to the Garden of Eden. The pouring rain made it harder to fly. Like how they were trained, they position themselves like how they are taught incase something like this happens. Chills run through their spines as they witnessed a number of vampires at the garden. "Lilith!" a little voice coming from behind one of the vampires caught their attention. Marxia, a pixie was being held captive. "MARXIA!" a fairy from behind shouted and flew towards her daughter. It was Nenita, mother of Marxia.

"Gather the cargo and sink the ship." The merchants were dead, in a salty grave. I didn't need a ship, nor did I feel like hauling it to the pirate colony for trade. Sinking it would eliminate all trace we were there. My crew replied with "Ayes," and went to work. "Desmond, let's get Evie into Thane's cabin. Warm her up," my mother said. Evie laid limp in Desmond's arms. A fist grabbed my heart, squeezing the muscle and prohibiting blood flow. I swallowed down my dread, Evie's chest's steady rise and fall gave me comfort.

"Enough, Reus, we grieve together. However, we are royal before a man. Therefore, there is a responsibility to do as a noble." His father wiped the tears with his sleeve, but a light glowed in his eyes despite the redness. "Ryle has inherited the bloodline art, so Evans must have died" His father said the thing no one dared to say, clearly biting his lip. There is no doubt that Brother Evans has died. "The report on the battle is not here yet. I have already sent a team to investigate the dungeon. The location was found out to be in City of light, in an uncommon rank dungeon"