Elsa Green Novels & Stories

Elisha was wearing a champagne-colored dress with a drapery style. Her hair, as red as willow leaves, was deliberately left loose and adorned only with a simple but elegant butterfly-shaped pin made of gems and emeralds. She looked like a precious, refined young lady who grew up in a carefully attended greenhouse her whole life. Additionally, her calm and detached attitude, contrasting with her young and lovely-reddened face, made her look even more adorable. Alex looked at Elisha silently while he tried to hold his chuckle.

Mrs Julius asked when she noticed and Luna Elsa faced her. "I am, a girl named Elena is working here, right?" Luna Elsa asked. "Yes mam" Mrs Julius nodded. "Can you tell her I want to see her?" Luna Elsa said. "Of course ma, I will be right back" Mrs Julius nodded and walked away. She came back later with Elena and when Elena set her eyes on the Luna. "Lun..." Luna Elsa furrowed her eyebrows. "Oh mom" Elena said. "Mom?" Mrs Julius faced Elena. "You can go" Luna Elsa said to Mrs Julius.

"Mr. Lancaster, you enjoy playing golf, don't you? How about a game together next week?" "Sure." Elon's expression softened. When Larissa was on the way back, she bumped into a young woman who asked her for directions. "Hey, have you seen Elon, that plump man?" Larissa was startled at first. Upon seeing how the woman had styled herself, she couldn't help but smiled. The woman's curly hair was dyed green, and she had exaggerated, colorful makeup on her face. On top of that, she sported a black leather jacket adorned with metal chains, giving her a distinctly rebellious look.

Killian Walker, the mysterious man who could phase even without the full moon, was something out of the ordinary. Lisa had somehow managed to successfully keep a low profile throughout that morning. No one had come looking for her, thankfully. She had been stupid enough to think that she could keep it up for the full day, but she was soon alerted by the sound of the door opening. I woman stepped forward. She was dressed in a simple knee-length gown, her brown hair pulled in a messy ponytail. The woman seemed to be in her mid-forties yet she looked a lot younger. Lisa was startled at her appearance because she was sure she had locked the door. But she didn't doubt the possibility that Killian

ELISA POV. Whoa! Whoa… "Elisa, look at that hot guy over there,” Emma said. Emma is not just my best friend, but also my sister. Her father divorced her mum and wed another woman after because he could no longer support her mother's drinking habits, which led to the divorce of her parents. Elisa's mother, Cindy, who is human and well-known for her beauty, married her father, Mason Douglas, who is also an Alpha but not particularly strong. Emma inherited her appearance exactly from there. I often wonder if she's a witch and how she manages to enchant all these people, but then I realize that it's just her appearance—her lovely face and lips—and her attitude is unremarkable, yes I said that be

From the look of it, Elijah Green really cared about his little sister. When Emma Green was disowned, her name was removed from the family tree. The Greens never even showed up when her death was all over the news. Nobody knew Emma Vanderbilt was once the spoiled little princess of the Green family. But every year on her tomb, someone would leave one single rose for her. A rose, scarlet red with the language of love, for a dead woman with a husband that never remarried. But that husband allowed that flower to be there, every year. Sebastian checked and confirmed -- it was from Elijah Green. Elijah Green did it all because he knew that rose was how his little sister wanted to live her life li

I turned sharply, my breath catching in my throat as Elara stepped inside. She moved with quiet confidence, the torchlight flickering against her dark hair. But it wasn’t just the way she entered that left the Elders speechless. It was the way she knelt before them. I froze. Murmurs rippled through the chamber, disbelief thick in the air. “I am Elara,” she said, her voice clear and commanding. “I am the Lunar Alpha.” Silence. A stunned hush fell over the room, the weight of her words sinking into the stone walls.

Same build under that sharp, expensive suit. But everything else was different. Elsa had warm, honey-brown hair. This woman’s hair was dark red, almost crimson. Elsa’s eyes were soft green. Hers were amber. bright, focused, almost too aware. And the scent… expensive perfume, definitely human. Nothing like Elsa’s wild forest-and-moonflower smell. And Elsa was dead. I’d held her body. Felt the bond snap. Buried her myself. So this was just a stranger with unfortunate similarities.

Grass, genetically modified to eat toxins, was crawling across the desert floor like a slow, emerald tide. "Higher! Make it go higher!" The shriek cut through Neoma’s observation. It was high-pitched, piercing, and vibrated pleasantly in Neoma’s eardrums. She turned. Elara was five years old today. She stood in the center of the synthetic lawn, her bare feet digging into the grass. She wore a jumpsuit covered in grease stains—courtesy of helping Barzil in the armory—and a tiara made of twisted fiber-optic cables—courtesy of Wolfy.

He tried to get on to his feet, wincing in pain as he did so. Isabelle did not appear to be fazed by this new turn of events. Her face twisted into a sneer. “So, Oswald, do you want to show me what you’re made of?” David stepped inside. “What have you done to her?” “Isabelle has become a member of the Brethren!” Belinda was aware of movement behind her and she twisted round to see the bar emptying through the back door with the entrance of David Oswald. Isabelle seemed to notice this too and she laughed. “They might be scared of you, Oswald, but I’m not!”