Edward Among Us Novels & Stories

"Edward, what's going on? You didn't do anything, right?" "Don't worry, nothing will happen to me,", Edward was calm before the storm. "But there are soldiers out there looking for you,", Tears welled up in Mrs. White's eyes. "And who is the platoon leader?", Elijah asked the maid. "The man said his name is Endiz Burdok!" Endiz Burdok! Liana shared a quick, meaningful glance with Edward. They read each other's thoughts easily. That man dared to come in person. It seemed he couldn't wait to face the White family.

As if keeping a big secret, the middle-aged man stood respectfully as he spoke: "Prince, I hope you return soon. The Queen Mother misses you, and her health is declining. It is time for you to return to the kingdom and become the successor to the throne." Edward, who looked unassuming, was no ordinary person. He was the crown prince of the Martian kingdom and also the youngest general in the Eastern region. A few years ago, Edward defeated the Jupy Nation, an immigrant nation initially well-received by the Martians. However, over time, the country showed ambition to control all of Mars. Thanks to Edward's persistence in leading the resistance, the Jupy were finally forced to stop their attac

And whenever he returns, he always claims to be tired and goes to bed immediately. It was Friday night, and almost midnight, and Edward hadn't arrived home yet. I wasn't feeling sleepy so I decided to just stay up and wait for him. I was scrolling through my feed and I saw Aisha's post, so I decided to check her status. She was at a party, showcasing all her friends and I spotted Edward In the background having a drink with Ryan and Camille. I was surprised. I played it again.

I need to work for those women whom I promise to build their shelter that will protect them. “We are going home, mam.” “I have my car and a driver, I can go there alone.” He nods. After saying bye to Vero, I start walking while the big guy stays behind me but close; he is talking to someone on the phone. I can’t hear much, but it looks like someone is instructing something. Edward has been driving me anywhere I need to go for a week now. He doesn’t work for Brian; josh Brown, Brian’s uncle, employs him. But now we have a good friendship thing going on.

Irene said from Sean’s back but Aliyah was already moving forward to get a better look. Edward was standing in the middle of the meadow, there were bodies surrounding him and he was drenched in blood. There were wounded wolves hiding away from him and only five high chiefs were standing and they were still attacking endlessly. Edward ripped the head of a high howler, throwing it at a wolf running towards him before he sprinted to it and picked it up by the tail, swirling around in circle and letting the wolf fly away from him. ‘Aliyah, he is doing good, we have to go,’ Sean said in the mind link.

“He didn't trust anyone else. He said everyone was trying to pin everything on her. He said they wanted her dead. That she was the perfect scapegoat. They wanted to use the proposal she had received, along with the fact that she was the daughter of a traitor and a renegade, to pin the blame for the assassination attempt on her.'' Marilyn brought one hand to her mouth, thoughtful. The silence grew heavy. “What is it...?” I asked quietly. She looked at me, and for the first time since we arrived, she seemed truly shaken. “Edward was here,” she said. “A few weeks ago.” My heart skipped a beat. “He... came to Amari's Wood on a mission. A silent one,” she continued. “He asked questions. About Ale

It was only when I stabbed in the sixth that he stopped moving, frozen unconscious but still not dead. “Ryan,” I said and Ryan materialized, throwing Allen over his shoulder and disappearing before Edward came with his own people. “I thought someone was plotting against you when I heard the news but you are actually here, waiting to meet a man.” Edward had brought dozens of other people with him, his supporters. He seemed very intent on impeaching me. “Mr. Webb,” I said, turning to him with confusion on my face. “Are you looking for someone?” Edward frowned, scanning my entire environs. When he saw nobody, he asked me directly. “Where is the man that was just here?”

The game was messy and fun and dramatic—you know, obviously, because the girls were involved. We were mid-argument about whether the last ball was in or out when Mr. Rowe called over both Jackson and Ellie. They jogged off toward where he was seated with his girlfriend. The rest of us continued to play until the siblings walked back to us a few minutes later with a tall dude with them now. Ellie was smiling brightly, clearly excited. Jackson, though—he looked… off. Not angry or anything. Just tense, maybe. “Guys!” Ellie beamed. “This is Quinton.”

“You just became a player in a much older game.” I rest my forehead against Ethan’s collarbone, staring at nothing. The Crown stirs, quiet and patient. Because it knows something I’m only beginning to understand. This war isn’t coming. It’s already here.

“Let them watch.” He shook his head like I was a lost cause—fair—and then he turned, boots echoing sharply as he walked away, vanishing into the metal gloom. I stepped into my bunk and leaned my back against it, eyes shut, breathing harder than someone who technically didn’t breathe. Leah was alive. Ezren was here. And the game was a lie. All of it. No second chances, redemption. Or return to life. Just bullshits. But there’s a way out...