Eileen Supernatural Novels & Stories

Other supernaturals ran to save them. In the midst of it all, she saw Alexandra. The only supernatural without a saviour. Eleanor pushed off of Anthony and with the last of her strength, ran towards Alexandra. She heard shouts behind her, but she couldn't let Alexandra die. Not like this. Conjuring up a sword, she severed the head of the beast that held unto Alexandra. Out the corner of her eye, Eleanor saw Alexandra scramble up. Huffing and trying to stop her knees from buckling, Eleanor tiredly turned-

“Perhaps. You also saw Stella. Those who see Stella often also see beyond the mortal realm. Besides, your family are witches after all. Even if I cannot see it, I believe that you believe there is something to it.” “Comforting, I suppose. There is a green glow that I could see from the path. It was faint but any glow in the forest stands out.” “Eileen, we have traveled this path many times since we were children… you have never noticed such a thing before. Why now?” “Perhaps because my eighteenth birthday is only a week away now. It’s a witch thing.” I added the last because I could almost feel his skepticism from across the path. “That’s right! The 21st falls on the solstice this year! Eile

I had let her down, and now I had to live with the guilt of knowing that I had hurt her. We took Eileen away from the battle field after she had passed out and went to the heaker's room. I quickly got into my overall and examined Eileen's body, I noticed that she seemed unconscious, but her brain cells were abnormally active. Was she dreaming? I wondered. I tried to sedate her, to let her rest, but she abruptly grabbed my arm tightly, her eyes turned red with an evil expression. I was shocked, taken aback by the sudden change in her demeanor. And then I heard a voice, a voice that sent chills down my spine.

the girl asked. "I am," I said, standing straighter. She exhaled. "Good. My name is Elara. This is my younger brother Kato. We came because... I think we’re connected." Sybil stepped forward. "What are you?" Elara looked her in the eye, completely unafraid. "I’m part elf. Part witch. Part phoenix." Phoenix? My wolf stirred. "The fire you felt in your dreams," Snowy whispered. That was her light calling out.

Yrene pointed, and Eileen looked at her pocket. "Of course, it's a knife. You're a silver wolf, and I don't trust you." "But you're one too." Yrene countered, and Eileen's face turned to one of shock. I waited for her to deny it, but she didn't. She only scoffed. "Since when have you known?" She asked, and Ethan, Kaden and I, locked eyes. Eileen was a silver wolf? "Not too long. Stop deceiving the triplets, and I won't expose all you've done." Yrene said, and Eileen laughed out loud.

Eileen stood still, her fingers grazing the sash tied tightly at her waist. The two servants hovered near her, waiting. Expectant. She turned to them slowly, lifting her chin just like a quick touch. “You may excuse me,” she said. “I will bathe myself.” The girls exchanged a quick look. “I— Luna,” the younger one started, her voice trembling slightly, “we are meant to stay and assist… if we leave without permission and the elders or even the Alpha finds out—” “I won’t tell anyone,” Eileen said, her voice low but clear. She took a step toward them, the silk of her gown whispering with movement. “If I wanted someone hovering over me while I undressed, I would have asked.”

"Welcome, Eileen." She looked up at me, the corner of her lips curling into a triumphant smirk only I could see. When they wheeled the cake out, Kaelen handed me the knife. Just as I was about to cut into it— "Ah!" A sharp scream. Eileen had somehow appeared at my side. Her hand was pressed against the edge of the cake stand, and blood was dripping from between her fingers onto the white tablecloth. "I'm so sorry... I didn't mean to ruin the mood..." Tears instantly welled in her eyes.

ELEANOR The stone floor of the Great Hall was cold beneath my feet. Ciaran had been obsessed with my lineage and origin since we got back from the Siren Kingdom, and I couldn’t blame him. I was curious, too. I had been losing my mind trying to come up with explanations for how I had managed to grow the lilies out of nowhere, not to mention all the other things that had happened to me that I didn’t have explanations for. Today, he was looking for answers. He’d brought in a high witch, a woman named Mother Vane.

It was blinding and both Supernaturals had to take cover. When the light cleared Stephanie felt a hand on her stomach this time and so did Kieran. There was a buildup of energy coming to the surface and then a blast at various points of their body and they went back a few feet and then kept rolling. The princess of Elementa bested. She hadn’t been able to do anything. Kieran was passed out. She couldn’t move, not even when she stopped moving. That feeling you get when a wound bleeds, but on the inside.

She turned to Ellaine just in time to see her eat the pearl in her necklace—the Hristoax. “Because, of all my lives, this is the only one where I came to meet Aunt Margarette and Finrod!” As Ellaine swallowed the Hristoax, her whole body glowed. She felt new energy flow in her veins empowering her. Her perplexed mind became instantly cleared and her senses were improved. “No!” Ánië tossed Finrod away. “You thief!” She attacked Ellaine who released a beam of light, hurling her couple of feet away. Ellaine stared at her hands, taken aback. She is a witch. From the human pillar? But she already met Alderon, the human wizard.