Eddsworld Tamara Novels & Stories

We had them now. But Edmond wasn’t done. He reared back, raised his head—and howled. A call. From across the field, Tamara emerged. She was fully shifted—tall, sleek, elegant like a jaguar dressed in wolf’s clothing. Her eyes burned cold. Her power coiled around her like smoke. And with one look, she began weaving her compulsion into the fray—tugging at minds, disrupting sync, throwing confusion into our ranks. I felt it—tendrils of her energy slithering toward mine.

She stopped a few feet away, her driver immediately stepping forward to open the door for her, but she held up a single manicured hand to stay him. She turned her head, her dark, cold gaze fixing on me through the shadows of the garage. "Jordan usually disposes of his distractions within forty-eight hours, Derby," Tamara said, her voice dropping into a quiet, chilling whisper that made my skin instantly prickle. There was no anger in her tone, just the absolute certainty of a woman who owned the empire. "He likes the thrill of a glitch, but he always cleans the system before the wedding venue is booked." I clutched my tablet tighter against my chest, my chin tilting up as I forced myself to

“ Mum!” Tamara wept as she flung herself into Dayse's arms. “ It's all gone, that bitch ruined everything.” “ What's wrong? What happened?” Dayse asked worriedly, grabbing her and pulling her to sit on the couch with her. Tamara couldn't speak as she continued to weep profusely. “ Talk to me, did someone do anything to you?” Dayse asked feeling more agitated by her painful wails. “ Eloise…Elly.” She sobbed.

_____Tamara____ “Duck!” Tamara shouted to Max as a massive hand came down at them and she rolled away from him. She jumped back when a second grab was made for her and Surt’s hand was as big as she was tall. She scampered back as he was clearly aiming for her and that was not a good thing. Her distraction cost her, she missed the one that came behind her and shoved her forward.

Amira said “I’ll do as you say” Anna said “Tell me a little about yourself Anna” Amira asked “Queen Tara bought me from the Vartell village (Amir’s kingdom) Anna was from Edinburgh but was captured by the vartell warriors during a war between Edinburgh and Vartell villages. “My master sold me to the queen and since then I’ve been in Odeon. I’m glad she bought me and I’m happy here” Anna said On hearing Vartell kingdom Amira stiffened and appearedpalce on her face.

So, please kindly move out of my way. The big burly man did not move. I tried to shove him out of the way, but the aftershock of the sudden movement caused me to crumple to the floor in pain. I let out a sharp cry as I clutched the injured appendage. Eli scooped me off the floor and brought me a few feet back to the couch. “You’re not in any condition to leave, Tamara. Like I said, my aunt is a nurse, she can help take care of you. Stay, at least until you’re healed enough to walk properly.”

“You need to run, Luna. You need to hold on to him and run.” I heard her say as she encouraged her. Marissa, Tatiana, pushed her toward the window. I watched, paralyzed, as Evelyn leapt through it with Damon in her arms. Then the fire surged. I saw my Tatiana’s hands pressed against the glass, skin blistering, eyes locked on mine. And then… The floor gave way. Her body vanished into the flame. And all I had left was the sound of my men shouting, and the last memory of her eyes, filled not with fear, but with peace.

She didn't know whether to cry or be happy. T.B.C

“You didn’t come all this way to waste my time with pleasantries.” “I need a bargain,” I said, keeping my voice steady. “Everyone does.” I set the offerings on the table. Blood first, in a silver dish. Money stacked in neat piles. The hair bound with silver, glistening under candlelight. Eldra’s cracked eyes moved over them like she was appraising art. “There’s a girl,” I started. “At the college. Her name is Tamara Angel. She has power…” “Silver,” Eldra interrupted. My breath caught.

Her approval was obvious. “Ares, meet Tamara—my friend. She brought me a few… feminine necessities.” “Very nice to meet you,” he said, stepping closer and sitting down beside me. “M-me too,” Tamara murmured. “Why is your hair wet?” I asked, just to break the tension. “It started sleeting,” he replied, taking my coffee cup and sipping the hot liquid. “So, Tamara, how long have you known Maura?” “Since childhood. We grew up together.”