Emily Wilde Novels & Stories

Her name was Ruby Atwater, a necromancer, and a mother to Elinor Wildes. Elinor Wildes would be forever on the run from The Spirits who are determined to make her the last Were-witch to ever exist, to make her suffer the same fate as Judas. But she does not know it… yet.

EMMA - FLASHBACK (ONE YEAR AGO) Today is my last day at college, and after this, I’ll be pursuing my dream of becoming a vet. It's my passion, and I’m determined to achieve it. I get up from bed, take a refreshing shower, and put on my yellow dress. As I glance at my reflection in the mirror, I smile—feeling beautiful. My black hair falls to my waist, and my face is clear, though not quite as flawless as my sister Violet’s. She is the epitome of beauty.

Her heels rattled down the hallway as she tried to find his way to her room. The receptionist downstairs had been more than ready to let her into his room. Not surprising. The billionaire playboy must have frequented this place with numerous women whom he barely knew their names. It's just a mission, Emily told herself as she approached The room. All I have to do is have sex with him and secure my place as his personal assistant, steal from him and leave him forever. He's never even going to see it coming. She had no idea how much longer she would keep crossing paths with Edmund Hamilton.

Emily looked out of her room to see if the coast was clear before running down the stairs with Puppy. Lord Eliot, Princess Freda, Zelda the maid, and Benjamin noticed Emily’s front door open and the large wolf running out. “That’s it!” Princess Freda shouts furiously, storming over to Emily’s residence since she knew that the wolf was actually Prince Deacon. Princess Freda stormed into Emily’s mansion and ran up the stairs, catching Emily halfway up, and grabbing her by her hair. “You are such a slut!” Emily grabbed onto the staircase railing. “What is wrong with you?!”

I had been so excited I ignored the glaring signs. Emily was of royal werewolf blood. She had the ability to kill anyone who stood against her. She was a rare breed and very powerful and I… was just a hunter who had fallen from grace, and even worse, a human. Just who the hell was I, that she would say yes to me?

"That's more like it, Alex. You look really handsome tonight. I wonder when that woman will show herself. She better not keep us waiting just because she's the star of tonight." It was pathetic, having to listen to Evelyn's stupid little remarks. "I've heard rumours that she isn't even married, though some people are speculating she has a thing for her hot bodyguard, the one who follows her everywhere. But no one really knows much about her." Truly, no one knew much about Matilda Emerson. She had kept her life private from the public gaze. But year in and year out, she kept dominating the world of finance. And there were talks that in the next few years, she was going to be the richest woman

After what feels like an eternity, Emily comes out wearing a pretty baby blue one piece with glitter all over it. “How do I look Uncle Mark?” she looks up at me with those little expectant eyes. I know exactly what she wants to hear and I am not gonna disappoint her “you look exactly like princess Elsa from Frozen, very pretty little Em” Emily looks at me bewildered “she’s not a princess, she’s a queen” I hit my head in mock disgust “how silly of me, of course she’s a queen” Em smiles at me and I am momentarily taken aback to the way Lizzy smiles at me.

She had wavy hair and a delicate face; she looked incredibly sexy. She was the president of the Eleganza Corporation, Emily Dickinson. The other woman was in her 20s. She had a long black dress, and she had beautiful features. However, she had arrogance written between her eyebrows. That was Emily's cousin, Tilda Dickinson. Emily was not interested in antiques, but Tilda loved them. When Tilda found out that Mid City's antique street was opening that day, she pestered Emily to go with her. Wow!

she said, her voice quieter now, “I’m totally turning our future kids into ninja assassin snack bandits. These three have nothing on what I’m gunna train.” He groaned. “Why are you like this?” “Because peace is boring,” she whispered, a soft grin curling her lips. “And I am W.I.L.D., baby.” Later That Night The moon hung low in a sky stained copper, casting a dusky hue over a cracked, hollow valley. Smoke coiled like serpents through the air, and ash fluttered down like broken feathers. Serenya stood barefoot in the center of it all, the ground beneath her still warm, still bleeding from something ancient and unspoken.

"A wedding, a family, and the moment I needed him most, he abandoned me and our unborn child for some woman he barely knows." The room went dead silent. Emilia's eyes snapped to mine. Her eyebrows lifted slightly, and the corner of her mouth twitched as she caught the anger in my face. "Well," she said quietly, watching Serena's performance without so much as a flicker of surprise. "Looks like we're not waiting until morning.”