Emiya Alter Novels & Stories

"Is my name...Emilia? And who are you? Why are you calling me your sister?" Emma's eyes narrowed, her mind racing with doubts. Was she somehow mistaken? This woman looked like Emilia, but something was off. The Emilia she knew was a force to be reckoned with - confident, self-assured, and radiant. She commanded attention without even trying, her beauty and intelligence drawing people to her like a magnet.

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

~Adrian~ I rushed over to Emilia's bedside, my eyes locking with hers. “You are awake, Emy.” I muttered under my breath and held her. She slipped her hands off mine and shook her head. “It’s me, Emilia. Alpha Adrian, your husband." I pleaded, my eyes searching hers for her next reaction. Emilia seems to have lost her memories. She slipped her hands off mine like I was carrying a plague and would get her infected the next second.

I'm the only one here. Emiliar woke up in a locked can. She raised her head and the cover of the can flew open. The place was very filthy. Her clothes were soaked in a pungent smelling liquid that look like has been gotten from rotten fruits and vegetables. She tried to get up, there was a sharp pain in her right arm and the area around this can was dark. She helped herself up scanning around. The place was filthy and also very dark. she felt like she was stuck in some kind of dumphouse. She found her way out of the can and walked her way through the dark. She was thinking, not too fast though cause she's still in some kind of daze. She remembered slowly, her parents, her uncle's humiliation

Emma's heart drops and her stomach fills with butterflies as she sees Damian in the back standing next to Blake. "I'm not Elena any more. My name's Selene. And, Keiran goes by Damian now. My hot hubby of course, doesn't go by Alarick, but Blake." Emma still standing in shock, her eyes locked on Damian as he slowly walks towards her as well. "But of course you'd ignore me to reunite with your man! Sure! I don't blame you. I did the same when I came back from the dead and reunited with mine. Locked ourselves in that damn room for days having sex! Why do you think I'm preggo now? And you're still ignoring me." She glances at them with a smile on her face.

I asked her as she nodded her head. “Yes, Emelia and Eleanor.” She pointed to the picture as I looked at her fingers. “Which one is Emelia?” I asked her as she chuckled moving closer, “The one with the long hair. You can’t afford to miss her smile.” She said to me as realization hit me. The person I have been meeting and the pictures on the internet are two different people “Emelia is known as the cheerful one, she always says the camera loves her” she complimented as I turned around to look at the person who had just walked into the room

“I applaud you and your team when you found another missing body. Sincerely, I am proud of you. But the mayor... he wants us to focus on our duty as peacekeepers of Pinephil. Let the big shazam be solved by the Shazam.” Ember furrowed her brows, hand crumpling the folder containing the evidence. Fathima Mae December alias Ember — her mother tends to refer to her by her second name — stands between five feet and eleven inches tall. Ember's short, messy hair is rolled into a small, low bun, allowing the thin strands of her brown hair to blend in with her black hair, making her look like a dark chocolate peanut butter cup. She parted her lips, a light shade of nude lipstick brushed on it. She w

"Excellent Amira! You need to be more prepared from now on. I'm sure the deitys already know that a lot of white immortals were infected already. They will surely make a move to prevent us. And the first thing that they will do is to bring the chosen one back to the world where she really belongs. And you know who the chosen one is, didn't you?" "I know my Lord," Amira answered while clenching her jaw. She agreed to do evil things for Velion, not only because he saved her. But because he told her that Ana Mae is the chosen one. She's eager to fight her in any way and get revenge for what happened to her mom.

“You will be okay Liss.” Lisa put her hand on top of Pix’s and smiled, grateful for her friend’s presence. The two had been inseparable ever since they had woken up together as fledgling reapers in the sanctuary. Pix’s name was actually Alarriel but everyone called her by the nickname. Pix was dainty, with red hair, fair skin, and a cute innocent-looking face. She had lustrous gossamer wings that displayed a kaleidoscope of colors whenever she was in the sun. Her diminutive size and peculiar wings made the nickname Lisa had come up with stick. “Get up, let’s see how you look.”

Ameira did such to keep ten-year-old Aimee safe, in case whatever happens. Her alters come out unexpectedly, especially when triggered. But neither does she know which one of them will control her next. Staring at the sky, young Aimee’s mind wandered, gone was the huge jolly grin printed on her face earlier. The way her thoughts were reminiscing her childhood feels like Ameira currently shares the body with her as a co-conscious.