Emma Castle Novels & Stories

Dawn took the brunette’s hand, offering her silent support as Lillian proceeded to explain. “Your mother wasn’t just my closest friend, she was actually my cousin” the forty three year old took a breath to compose herself as this story wasn’t going to be an easy one to tell but she had to tell it, Lena had the right to know “Her real name was Cassandra Endora. She and I were extremely close as kids until her parents, your grandparents fell to the temptations of dark magic. Cassie did her best to stay out of it but given that she was only twelve, she didn’t have enough strength to fight it. Not when both her mother and father were pushing those ways onto her”.

Tall, dark red stilettos. She’s wearing a sating dress that clings onto her body perfectly, complemented by the dazzling jewelry around her neck and wrists. Her hair, her smile, her eyes, she looks incredible. I soon realise that she is not the woman I met last night. Something has changed, and her aura has shifted into something dangerous. Tristan’s body is still turned to me, but his eyes are fixed on Bella, with his lips slightly parted in awe. Her scent fills the room. “Miss Ward, please have a seat.”

I felt really strange,just then I saw a bunch of people coming into the room,they looked like zombies and they all had a weapon with them. Some had axe,some knifes,some cutlasses,some shovel. They all came at me with something that would definitely kill me if they wanted it to. I tried once again to get up or even shout for help but it still did not work. They were still coming at me with angry faces and a dangerous weapon. In the middle of these zombies,I saw my past self(that is Amelia) and my mother. They ran towards me and for a second I thought they were going to help me out. But my past self opened her mouth and said in a high pitched electrical voice. "We trusted you with this Amelia,

What was I thinking? Outside of the house looked just as bad as the inside. To think I had actually been spelled to see it as this beautiful little cottage. “We have to find that Amulet before its too late!” Fairy Emma shouted in her tiny little voice. “Emma, I want to know everything and all the History. Like who is it really that previous A****n Elise was going to face in the past. I need to know what enemy to expect if we don’t find that Amulet.” I demanded. I was tired of being in the dark and always guessing. What had my father Ben Van Rayres been afraid off and what was she afraid of too.

Emma Caldwell had always considered herself a fairly ordinary woman. She had an ordinary job as a librarian in the town of Willow Creek, an ordinary apartment filled with secondhand furniture, and an extraordinarily meddlesome cat named Sir Whiskers. But on a rainy Tuesday afternoon, as Emma rummaged through her mail, she discovered something that would change her life forever: a letter sealed with crimson wax, addressed to her in elegant calligraphy.

his father spoke, and his word was final. Just then, a very different Emma turned the corner and walked into the library. She was calm and collected, poised and together. Her hair was pinned up in a bun and she was wearing a yellow summer dress and black heels. She looked the part of the Elder, she was to become, but Matthais hoped that she was strong enough to endure the role.

Elly was taken aback momentarily and said, "It's because the princess is wearing precious attire and exudes extraordinary presence. Therefore, I thought..." Emma turned her head, smiling at the seventh prince, her laughter carrying a hint of ambiguity. "Exactly, an extraordinary presence..." Isn't it peculiar to seek help from a young girl instead of an adult when faced with danger? Emma blinked, and Edward, on the other side, already understood. Upon hearing this, Edward's smiling face froze for a moment. He looked at Emma, seemingly puzzled, and his expression seemed strange. Emma noticed his skeptical expression but wasn't entirely convinced. She decided to act once again. Her gaze stoppe

Emma stared up at the shattered facade from behind the police tape, her coat wrapped tightly around her, hair pulled back, heels replaced with boots. She hadn't slept... not really, as the images wouldn’t leave her. Not the flames, not the screaming, not the chandelier crashing down like a fallen crown, and definitely not Evangeline - standing like something ancient in the center of the chaos, singing a note that shattered reality. “She’s not dead,” Emma whispered to herself for the third time that morning. “She never was.” Her breath steamed in the air because someone was watching her. She turned quickly and found herself face-to-face with her second boss, Elias Vaughn.

Getting to her feet, Ema did so gracefully and patted down her dress. "Darling, you cannot prove anything. However, let me be quite clear: This time is fast running out, murmured Ema, and pulled out a fairly extravagant pocket watch from her chest. " Elijah and Bruce went rigid and gazed worriedly at each other. ”What is it with you?” Bruce growled out. ‘’Oh, did I forget to tell you something?” Ema said with a phony syrupy tone. “A gifted witch works for me, She has cast a locator spell on your precious Amelia, I always know where she is and that address can be passed to some people who will be more than happy to have her ‘dismissed’ on my word. ”

“ They heard a scream from inside and Cassius took her back in. ... Bellamy disappeared from the room after hearing Arleta's voice and she reappeared in the throne room. The whole place was covered in a thick fog when she got there andd she had suspected, Dagon was making his entry. Immediately the fog went down, she made herself invisible. She saw when Dagon killed Balor with only his eyes and when Arleta mystically disappeared from the room. “ The moon is almost out. " She whispered. " Bring me the crown. “ Dagon said to Eleanor who nodded fearfully and left the room. " Bellamy. “ Nicklaus appeared beside her. “ What are you doing here? You're supposed to stay with my family. " She frowned