East Of Eden Novels & Stories

I told the team of seven, "this isn't about me alone, we all made it happen, we all worked hard for this, this win is possible because of all of us so congratulations to us all." "Yaaaaahh," they all screamed excitedly as they hugged each other and the guys fist-pumped each other. I could see the glee and happiness on their faces which just mirrored mine. I was too happy. The development of Eden City started as far back as when I was in High School. The huge, almost useless forest on the outskirts of Crescent Valley had always called out to me whenever the school bus passed in front of it and instead of seeing the thick forest, the huge trees and all, I could always see a city, a very big an

Down Easton was the slums of Easton, populated with beggars, ragged people with no home nor families, rogues that were banished from other packs, thieves, black witches, prostitutes, and even a lot more. The air was polluted and there wasn't any good water. People were struggling to feed, eating from stale bread, rotten meat, and whatever things they could find edible.

Either way it was dangerous and had to be stopped. Dawn sighed “you’re right”, she conceded “they don’t” she moved her hand away “alright Danny I’ll help”. “Dawnie, we owe you big time”, Daniel said, relieved. “Yes you do”, Dawn said “now, where is this taking place?” “A small town in Indiana called Edenvale”, the younger Wesson brother answered. “I’ll head off right away”, Dawn told him “just hang in there Daniel” and with that she hung up.

They wished he would live, but it was already too late. Edwin took Easton's phone and finally switched it on. His eyes caught a text message and it widened. He looked at Easton and saw that Easton had already closed his eyes. When he saw that Easton was still breathing, he walked to where Maven stood and showed him the text. Maven looked at him too, a shocked expression on his face, before turning to look at Easton. **** FREDERICK'S HOUSE…

But because the sanctuary did not exist to be remembered. It existed so people could feel something without needing to be understood. Eden didn’t announce her arrival. She left her shoes at the edge of the eastern threshold and stepped barefoot into the sand. The soft hush of it against her soles was enough to unstring her nerves before she knew they were tight. The Still was quiet. Not empty. Just uninsistent. She passed a child curled around a warmth stone. A man kneeling at the outer ring with tears slipping silently down his cheeks.

Daphne furrows her brow slightly at my introduction, but she says nothing. They both stand and show me the sign of respect, not something I’m expecting in what is supposed to be the roughest place in my kingdom. “Alpha Heir, it’s a pleasure to meet you,” the same man says. “I am Edor, and this is my brother, Easton.” His brother gives a nod. “Why are you here in this cold and abandoned part of the kingdom?” I ask. “And why is this forest devoid of animals?” “And why is there no snow here?” Alessandro adds.

At some point Talia comes to the doorway and looks at us both and does not say anything, which is Talia’s way of saying this is the thing that needed to happen and it happened and she is glad. I look at her. She nods. I nod back. We leave the eastern territories the next morning. Friday. The second day of April, heading back toward Ironveil. Edrin comes to the door again. He looks more tired than yesterday but less than I feared, the specific tiredness of someone who has done what they needed to do and is now allowed to rest properly, the tiredness that is completion rather than depletion. He looks at me for a long moment. “Thursday,” he says.

My hands shook, not from weakness but from the violent storm tearing through me, one that would not settle until I dragged him back into my grasp, away from the ghosts, away from temptation. Esteban hesitated, his eyes flickering toward the ground as though afraid his words might ignite something uncontrollable in me. “A small establishment on the east side, madam. Not the kind of place I would expect a man of Mr. Adams’… stature to go. That is why I thought it important to tell you.” The east side. The name itself tasted bitter on my tongue. My mind conjured it instantly, I knew that place. I’ve been around there before and it’s definitely not the kind of place I would want Bryan to be.

I opened the door hastily as I answered, “No, I was just reading some boring stuff. Where are you going, brother?” Eden walked into the room as he answered, passing me a book, “I am going to the eastern border to meet one of our dealers. Haru will go with me.” “Can I also go with you? I have never visited the” “No!” Eden gently flicked my forehead as he interrupted in his dominating tone, “You are still sick. So, rest well for these two days. Don’t even think of leaving your room, ok?” “Really? Do you really think that I am this obedient?” I asked, shrugging my shoulders while rubbing my forehead.

With a scrub of his hand over his stubble-coated jaw, Eddie supplied, "I have gathered one thing about you brothers. You never do things without a purpose. You wanted to decode this book and I want to know why. You see, I don't think it has anything to do with me. I do feel like you're trying to dig up the past and I simply cannot allow that. The past should stay buried exactly where it is, Jericho." The knowing lilt of his tone had me perking up ever so slightly, "And where exactly should the past stay buried, Eddie?" A jaded sigh followed his next uttered words, "Probably at the bottom of the Hudson, long gone now." My blood chilled to ice, turning my body rigid. I knew that was a possibil