Emiya Alter Novels & Stories

"Udele na agwuba. Mba, ha enweghi njiko obula (There is no relationship between a Vulture and a shaving blade)" Ejima lifted her head to the voice of the Dibia. The woman had not changed since the last four months they met. Her features were still small and gnostic. Tattered hair and clothing, with white cowering hanging here and there, matched the colours of the skulls on her staff but contrasted the dark-hooded eyes. The only significant thing that seemed to have changed in her appearance was the white ceremonial chalk lines that masked her face.

Yet, here she was, drawn back by a cryptic letter from an unknown sender. Emilia is a vibrant 23-year-old with an infectious zest for life. She stands at an average height of 5'6" with a slender, athletic build that spoke to her active lifestyle. Her warm, olive-toned skin glowed with health, complemented by her deep brown eyes that radiated warmth and intelligence. Emilia's long, dark hair cascaded in soft waves down her back, often tucked behind her ears to reveal a pair of simple, elegant earrings. Her style is a mix of casual chic and bohemian flair, often seen in flowy dresses or well-fitted jeans paired with colorful, patterned tops. Emilia’s smile is her most striking feature, lightin

He abandoned his scheduled mission, practically jumping back and away from the elevator. And with a mechanic sigh, the doors slid shut, leaving Emilia alone with her reflection in the polished steel. She looked insane. Half of her hair was falling out of its elegant updo. Mascara was starting to run down her cheek. Her lipstick had bitten away. The carefully put-together wife of Jax Romano had disappeared, replaced by this wild-eyed woman clutching a red, lace, thong, that wasn’t hers, like a disgraced and haunted wife.

The goat Emilia was holding was the rascal of the herd with many injuries and half a left ear. Ira watched as Emilia tended the poor animal who struggled against her wildly. She was so much changed from the dainty queen who came to her doorstep with tears in her eyes, eyes set in a pale face. Her skin was darker as compared to when she had shown up with smooth skin and her hair was braided down her back without pins. She still had sadness in her eyes from time to time but mostly she worked around the farm and in the barn to a point of exhaustion. She appeared to enjoy working but Ira knew better, she worked to distract herself during the day so that at night when she fell into her bed she wo

“I’m Emilia from–” “MAD Stylez,” she finished. “I know who you are.” “Fine, I’ll get to the point then,” I said smoothly. “I’d like you to come back and work with me.” Amira exchanged glances with her group before giving me a slow, incredulous smile. “I’m already working with Arianna, so I’m a bit occupied.” “Well,” I said, leaning in with a smile of my own, “you were working with me before you changed your mind. So I’m sure having another change of heart wouldn’t hurt.”

"You know it is impossible to talk me to death, Terra." The Succubus hesitated as she gazed at Emma, it was like she was waiting for something to happen. "What have you learnt about me?" Emma asked. "There is nothing to learn from you, except the fact that you are an ungrateful daughter." Terra proclaimed. "But I learned something about you from her numerous fights," Emma said. "That is why I know that you are waiting for the pheromones you released to kick in to slow me down. To make me disoriented so you can beat me easily."

My mind is still a tangled nest of broken, hazy memories, but at least I’m well enough to be outside. We walk for another twenty minutes before the sense that we’re no longer alone jolts me back into awareness. Emelda smiles from ear to ear when a young vampire who looks strikingly like her waltzes up to us through the receding fog. “Emmie,” the woman grins. “Alma. Thanks for coming.” Emelda matches her grin. I look between the two women, coming to the conclusion that they must be twins. Emelda is just a bit taller than her sister, but that’s pretty much it.

The mate bond snapped violently and gasps echoed in the room. “What are you doing ?” he shrieked,his voice rising as the impact of my words hit him which sent both of us flying in the air with blood grazing our lips. “ You are nothing without me Emilia”he declared sharply. I slowly lifted my head, wiping the blood off my lips with a smile playing on my lips. “My name is Emilia Hale, you may know me as a coach or the great mind behind Darian scott game strategy “ I announced,my voice stern.

’ I assured Persephone as Emilia came forward, my body changed to her pristine white fur. Less in control, Emilia turned her head and locked her eyes on Alec’s ass. She let out an appreciative howl. Alec glanced over his shoulder, hearing her, and chuckled. “Hello. I take it you’re Crista’s wolf… Emilia.” He smiled as he turned, crouching to be more eye level. Of course, this gave us a view of his length. It had softened but was still impressive. He held his hand out to her, and Emilia immediately leaned her head into it, wanting his touch. His touch was so gentle as he stroked her fur.

“Emila was the traitor, Enzo.” “No. No, she can’t have been.” I couldn’t believe it. Hell, I refused to believe it. Emila had been my Medic for years. We’d grown up together. She had always looked out for me, and when I’d been made Alpha I’d always made sure to take care of her. Why would she betray me? I couldn’t think of a single reason she’d choose Ryker over me. “I’m so sorry.” Her face crumpled. “Look, it doesn’t matter now. I have to get you out of here before the rest come.” She grabbed my shoulders and twisted at the waist, scanning the grounds.