Eleanor Calder Novels & Stories

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After two years she will be free to get married to whoever she pleases. We sit in silence for some minutes before light footsteps are heard from the front door. A young lady in a maid’s attire with a luggage in her hand comes into view. She is soon followed by a lady clad in all black. She is also on a face cap but anyone could tell that she wasn’t a normal person because she carried a powerful aura. Emilia Peyton.

She stands and I stand as well. “Show me and all will be revealed.” She walks out, and I stand there for a few seconds before I sigh and follow after her. Walking in silence, we enter the makeshift lab. Cody and Lucy look up and the team we have stops what they are doing. Some are in awe. Eleanor is a beautiful and strong woman. She may be a high priestess but is also an exceptional warrior. “Cody, I need the sample, please.” I say to him when he nods his head and walks towards the vault that’s under heavy guard.

Opening the door, Christiana stood in front of her. "I forgot my handbag and umbrella at your house." "So sorry for the inconvenience." Her voice was laced with remorse. Staring at her, Daisy Hunter said," What, No, it's really okay…I too forget my stuff in people's homes." Daisy Hunter said, smiling gleefully, exposing her perfect dentition. Stepping into the dimly lit room, Christiana spotted her handbag and umbrella, grabbing it, she thanked Daisy and stepped out immediately.

Standing up, he casually strolls out of the room. Enzo walks out of the library into the living room. As he's about to step in, his legs suddenly fail in shock, his eyes pop out in the wildest excitement. In the living room Eleanor's ass is exposed to his gaze, she's wearing a very short yellow gown made of light linen which she isn't supposed to bend with it. She's supposed to squat if she wants to pick something from the ground but out of so much enthusiasm at the artifacts, she squats without realizing.

Her eyes glowed silver. “You go back to the cottage.” Calder’s snarl shook the windows. “Over my dead body.” Elara didn’t flinch. “Then you’d better pray yours is not the corpse she uses to crawl her way back into the world.” The room went silent. My heart staggered. And Calder - my strong, stubborn, unshakeable Calder - looked at me with something I’d never seen in him before. Fear.

Andrew’s mumbled words fell between them; Elaine’s bread remained mostly uneaten in her palm. “Naomi- her name is Naomi Sher, and she’s fifteen.”

I saw it as a precious opportunity to help her harness her power, discover her hidden talents, and become the best version of herself. During the three days that Eleanor stayed at my cottage, we dedicated ourselves to mastering her fire power. I observed that while she had the remarkable ability to create fire, she struggled to control it. The flames would burst forth unexpectedly, as if they were wild and untamed. I even watched in awe when she transformed into a wolf in broad daylight—a sight that was both fascinating and a little frightening.

“I'm Isla. Isla Hamilton.” The brunette smiled, “British huh? The accent sold you out. I am Eleanor Campbell.” “British? You didn't strike me as one.” Isla teased. “Damn. Guess I need to try hard.” They both shared a laugh before Eleanor spoke. “I was born and raised in America but of British descent.” “Cool,” Isla replied before glancing at her watch impatiently. “How long has it been?” she looked back at Eleanor. Eleanor shrugged her shoulders, “I don't know. I came in 5 minutes before you.”