Enoch In Things Fall Apart Novels & Stories

As they settled into the car, Valeria's curiosity resurfaced. "Who is he?" she asked gently, referring to the blind boy. Zara turned, scanning the surroundings. "Who's who?" Valeria clarified, "The little boy, Enoch. Karan's expression softened. "Oh!!! Well.........Enoch was abandoned at the hospital as a newborn, unfortunately His parents didn't want a blind son." Valeria's heart ached. "That's really heartbreaking."

He'd screamed for only one reason: to shut down the insanity before it incinerated us all alive. "Enoch," my dad continued, his voice cold and hard, "you've let me down, Again." He didn't scream, but the unspoken anger in his tone made the room shrink in. "This was your job, and you've allowed it to slip right through your fingers. Do you realize how horrible what you've done is? Do you know what this mistake can cost us?" Enoch did not flinch. He merely stood there, a man who had already accepted his own defeat. "I do, Lord Volmore," he replied softly. "I. I will take the blame for this. But I don't know what happened. I wish I did."

"Come on, Enoch. Don’t do that. Don’t brush me off with ‘I’m fine’ and expect me to pretend like everything’s normal. This isn’t you. I know you. You can talk to me, alright?" There was a heavy silence between them. Enoch finally let out a long, weary breath. "Why do you always let Collins get his way?" he asked suddenly, his tone sharp and unexpected. Noah blinked, caught off guard. "What? What are you talking about?" Enoch turned to face him now, eyes clouded with frustration. "I’m talking about the fact that you’re still letting him go to that school, stirring up trouble over one random girl. He could wait for the next full moon like the rest of us. Hunt then, like we’re supposed to. But

I turned to leave and gasped as I crashed into someone. A strong, warm hand gripped my hand to save me from falling, and my gaze snapped to the person, my eyes widening when I saw that it was Enoch. Enoch Stanton, the man I had been waiting all day for. My breath caught in my lungs as I stared into his eyes. It was like they were oceans and I was falling right into them, and he was so warm, I wanted to burrow closer into his arms. My life had been so cold. So so cold.

Enoch served some more food on her plate and Klara ate till she had enough. "Your food is delicious," Klara told Enoch. "Thank you." He smiled looking even more handsome when smiling. Klara was struck by the fact that everyone looked extremely beautiful in this mansion. Enoch was tall and build, looking like the warrior type. His long blonde hair was tied in a half ponytail and the rest fell to his shoulders in smooth waves. His smooth skin was pale and unblemished and his eyes, a forest green that reminded her of warm summer days. With his extremely good looks and wearing all white, he looked like an angel.

"I just wish we could go somewhere, Zendedari, and sort all this out. I need to find a way to forgive you for using me to kill those men." Enoch’s form shimmered into solidity right before Caitlin’s eyes, nearly stopping her heart. He smiled at her. "I must thank you for returning my love to me. Without her, my life would be worthless. You are a great asset to our people. It is unfortunate that you have been cast into our world without any preparation to make the transition easier. These are hard times for all of us."

"If you wanted someone precious to my father, then you should have married my brother instead." "Why would I..." he realises what I mean and stops himself. "No one would judge you for that; they'd just think you swing for the other team, and once he is here, he would be the perfect tool for that," I say. I had never once thought that Enoch's words would have a real impact on me, but suddenly I am beginning to think that I am really nothing but just a tool. "He would betray his father in a heartbeat for just the right amount of freedom and money," I comment.

She had never met her grandparents and her father had been an only child so she had no stories to share or memories to reminisce on. Samhain was a good time for rituals and castings as the full moon would help give power. Divination was at its strongest and Enoch had been complaining about having a headache all day. She still didn’t know how she felt about him and whether he was a threat she would need to take care of. They were in the library working on an assignment. Enoch always kept a hand-sized crystal ball with him. "How do you look into a crystal ball?" she asked. "I don’t," he replied. "This isn’t for scrying. I use it to record lectures."

He was just a husband and father. Kimmy always feels sad when she thinks about that family, mostly because it brings up so many things from her early childhood. But just like she did, Enoch's family found a better life for themselves and are now thriving. Both his son and his daughter found their mates and his son is a father himself. Enoch's widowed mate met a widowed man from another pack and after a while she let him mark her and she joined that back. According to her son, she is the happiest that he has ever seen her.

I had not been able to make meaning of his actions, but he was circling my bed. “Luna! You're awake,” The voice that came out of him was the direct opposite of what I imagined. The young man was huge, muscular and broad chested, but sounded like a high school girl. “Who are you?” I probed. I was still trying to find my way around the pack, but I was pretty sure I hadn't seen his face anywhere before. “Oh, forgive my manners,” he waved his hand over his face, melting and chuckling. His feminine behavior made things even more disturbing. “I'm Enoch,” he introduced.