East Of Eden Novels & Stories

“It is a memory. In the far East, beyond the Whispering Wastes, there is a place where the threads of the world were first spun. They call it the Loom of the First Breath. It is said that there is a single strand of pure, unblemished light kept there. A thread that was never part of the Web, and therefore cannot be corrupted by the Dissonance.” ​“The East is a wasteland of purple fire and glass,” I reminded her. “No one has set foot there in a thousand years. Even the air is supposed to be poison.” ​“It is poison to those who carry the sickness of the machine,” Sula countered. “But for a Weaver who carries the sun and a King who carries the void? The poison might be the only thing that taste

Obsidian was the most well-known — an exclusive, members-only club that carried a certain reputation in certain circles. Eden had never been, but she knew enough to understand it wasn’t the kind of place that appeared in travel guides. She closed her laptop and leaned back in her chair, trying to ignore the strange flutter in her chest. At exactly 6:55 p.m. the next evening, Eden stood outside the penthouse door on the 42nd floor of a sleek glass building. She smoothed down her black pencil skirt and adjusted the collar of her white blouse, making sure she looked every bit the professional she was.

It will break my heart. Summer’s POV “Eden, what’s wrong, baby?” I asked her as she walked up the stairs. “Nothing mom.” She responds and carries on walking. Normally, she whines because things haven’t gone her way. But she had just walked away this time. “What’s up with Eden?” Gale asks me. “I don’t know. Where are you off to?” I asked him, noticing he had a small travel bag with him. “Red Moon Pack, Isaac needs some help with something.”

Elise from this distance. Mr. Elise looked around and found they were inside a crater in a mountain. A volcano? It was familiar, but not at the same time. “Mt. St. Helen was very popular when she erupted; now she is lifeless. Your organization, The Mid-Eastern Alliance, was very active and is now dormant. I, Blake Elon, can also kill the Mid-Eastern Alliance if I wish, and it only takes power to make it happen.”

“What!!?” “Hi. I'm Easton, Alpha Easton Dawson of the Crescent pack and I believe you are my mate, fated for me by the Moon Goddess. Come with me and be mine, you belong with me, and not in this godforsaken place,” he explains, and my jaw drops even lower.