Elody Novels & Stories

My name is Elora and I reside at the Blue Mountain Packhouse. I have a slim figure, long curly blonde hair which I usually wear up in a bun so it is out of my face. My eyes are a deep blue which I love. I am not a normal girl though. You see I am a shewolf, my rank at the packhouse is an omega. I don’t know my parents because they passed away when I was just a tiny baby, so I don’t have any memories of them. The only thing I have is a necklace locket from my mother. I have never taken it off because it makes me feel close to her spirit.

Elora asked after closing the file folder and putting it on the table. "This afternoon. Actually ... in one hour." "Okay. Call me when it's time." Javier opened his mouth, he looked doubtful. "You're ... not getting ready?" "Hm? Get ready for what?" "That ... you know that now you look pathetic?" Elora lowered her head to see the clothes she was wearing. Crumpled black t-shirt combined with a plaid flannel shirt. Ripped jeans and a pair of worn brown sneakers. Elora's hair, which is black and the ends are given a pink highlight, is tied in a ponytail. Her face was plain without makeup, Elora didn't even put on lip balm.

his eyes searched my wound. “It’s a long story” “Let me call my mom,” his eyes met with Ed, “She works here” I didn’t respond. “I’ll get some juice for you” Ed said, leaving me. I didn’t want him to go but I nodded. A few minutes later a mid forties woman, dressed elegantly in a black pencil skirt and a decent top appeared. She had the same green eyes as Jack. “This is my mom Lilly” “Hi! It’s great to meet you Mrs. Newton”

echoed in the quiet room, deep and warm, yet lively: “... Lily of the valley essence, 1998, characterized by the green, dewy freshness of leaves kissed by the first rays of sunlight, intertwined with the pure white floral notes, carrying a soft sweetness, gently spiced with cedarwood... The base note conjures a sense of clarity, elegance, a grace that is timeless yet enigmatic. It evokes spring, new beginnings, and... the hope of true love.” The room fell silent. Antoine watched Camille, his eyes filled with concern and curiosity.

She wore a sheer silk robe that draped over her slender shoulders, her bright blue eyes shimmering with cruel satisfaction. "Oh, stop working yourself into a temper, my love," Elodia cooed, her voice dripping with sweet poison. She stood up, walking toward him with a slow, swaying hips. "She's gone. That's all that matters. You finally got rid of the useless monster."

I can't exactly say I was forced into it, I was the one who popped the big question. A fabric pattern trailing down my arm, mesh covering different parts of the design. The embroidered V-neck covering enough so I wouldn't feel uncomfortable. It felt safe, this one thing connecting me to my old life. My inner child gleaming to see me dressed up like this. My hair in it's natural curly style, the only bit of makeup being some foundation covering up the red skin on my neck. "My Embry, you look absolutely breathtaking", Evelyn clapped, pulling me into a hug, being careful not to ruin my ensemble.

I look pointedly at Johnathan. "I am sorry" he walks away with teary eyes and head held down. I understand him, he loved this girl like his own after he lost his wife and daughter. She doesn't deserve a father like him. "I wouldn't have done this to another girl. But the way you tried to sabotage Thea's life, I don't even feel sorry about this" with that Orphelia pours a chemical on to her head which makes the girl cry in pain. That liquid will make her bald. The hair on her head, eyebrows, lashes where ever it touches, it will kill the hair follicles making her look a little weird without eyebrows and eyelashes or hair on her head.

Her entire outfit was skin tight, complimenting all the places on her body that had filled out. I had to refrain from licking my lips and making her angrier than she already was. Most of all, I loved the way her blue eyes stood out against her pale but darkened skin. Elodie was mixed. Her father, white, and her mother, black. Her usually curly hair was straightened down her back. She was gorgeous. Truly a sight to behold.

He's not kidding. I nod. "Dinner's ready." *** 4am. The cabin door rattles with three loud bangs, followed by another three, and then another. It makes me wonder who the hell would come here this early in the morning and why they’re being so demanding. I rush downstairs to find Oliver behind the door and when he opens it, two large men stand glaring at him. “The doorbell is just as effective, you know,” he says sarcastically. “We’re looking for a lady named Bella,” one of them says ignoring his tone, while the other peaks into the house over Oliver’s shoulder. My heart skips as his eyes land on me.

he said and turned to leave. "By the way, I'm Edward Nates. What's yours?" He said as he turned back. Then he remembered that I got no name. "So since you are like my personal property now, I would need to give you a name. So I would call you... Ella". "Duh" I replied and entered.