Esme Squalor Novels & Stories

"Mam, Amir will be here in a few minutes" Eschia nodded and watched the sunset on the horizon. Her eyes glistened when she saw the beautiful gradient of reds, oranges, and purples which reminded her of the artwork that she did when she was in high school. She stopped from reminiscing when a croaky voice from nowhere got her attention "Hija, do you have some bread?" The old woman asked

Esme’s gaze snapped to the witches, intense and unyielding; with a flourish of her delicate hands, a shimmering magical barrier enveloped her, an impenetrable stronghold. In the midst of this underwater opera, I believed I had borne witness to every astonishment the depth could offer. Yet here was Esme, her priorities adrift. She heedlessly ignored the fate of her mate, her mind ensnared by a more perplexing conundrum. “Why,” she demanded of the witches, her voice laced with horror, "are the fish not in their native waters but languishing in this thick, ensnaring syrup?" The disregard for her aquatic kin, forced to float in such gooey cruelty, left her utterly aghast.

Silvia POV I am instantly enveloped in strong, skinny arms and it takes me only a moment before I wrap my own arms around the tiny, mostly crazy woman who is hugging me. She smells of roasted chestnuts and mint and madness. Esme! I pull away. Her hair is brushed to a gleaming silver sheen and she is wearing the same white robe as Darius. I want to tell her about the sewer trolls and about how we rescued Luka. I want to ask her what she thinks about mates and whether only the Moon Goddess can decide. I want her to tell me that Vuko left a message for me saying that he is my one and only.

I didn't see his face which might be red, I don't know. I only heard a heavy groan, the sound was like Tharique. No! I'm just hallucinating, I can still imagine how Tharique did this to me. His body was large, his chest was full of hair, and his jaw was hard and his eyes were bright blue. "I'm Zoris... Esme," he whispered in a deep voice accompanied by a long hiss that made my body shiver, his voice was intimidating, scary, cold, and tense. He seemed to know what I was thinking. Maybe because I just kept quiet without shouting his name.

Streetlights flickered to life, casting a gentle glow on the cobblestone streets. Nathan whispered, "Esmea at twilight is a spectacle of its own. The city takes on a different charm, inviting reflection and tranquility." Yvette, enveloped in the evolving beauty of Esmea, realized that the city held not only visual wonders but also a symphony of sounds, scents, and tactile experiences that painted a richer portrait for her imagination. Esmea had become a sanctuary, a place where her senses could roam

Eloise pleaded, "What she's saying is true.." "Adia babies are dying.." she stammered, as Sebastian released his grip from Esmee. "What did you say?" He turned to face her. "Don't look at my sister that way, vampire…" Esmee said, struggling with her breath, as Elise rushed to hold her. "Esmee are you alright?" "Yeah, I'm fine.." she coughed, "You vampires all act mighty and domineering, but you always fail to use your brains.." she began with sneer,

The scent of ozone, cheap musk, and clinical degradation clung to the apartment, a heady mixture that made the very air seem heavy, like the leaden sky before a typhoon. Sutherland lay slumped across the mahogany desk, a ghost in the shell of his own hubris. The final infusion had cracked him open. The brilliant, calculated patriarch of M-ESSENCE was nothing more than a twitching mess, his expensive suit stained with his own biological discharge, his pupils pinpricks of pure, unadulterated existential dread.

After everything they had endured, seeing them simply breathe felt like a victory. Esme moved carefully among them, examining each person with the quiet concentration that had made her indispensable throughout the expedition. She was the only healer with us, and she understood better than anyone that surviving the Hollow Arc did not mean emerging untouched. She placed her hand against an unconscious man's chest. A soft white glow spread beneath her palm before fading. "Stable," she said. Koa looked over. "Any corruption?" "Residual traces, but nothing actively feeding." Esme moved to the next person. "The Hollow Arc withdrew before it could completely consume them. Their bodies are exhausted

I bit my lip, trying to stifle the whimper building in my throat, but my hips betrayed me, rocking instinctively against him, seeking more of that maddening pressure. Cole's eyes darkened, a predatory gleam flashing as he noticed my movement. "Eager little traitor, aren't you?" he murmured, his voice a low growl that vibrated through me. "Grinding on me like a desperate whore. Does it ache, Esme? That empty cunt of yours begging to be filled by the man you tried to destroy?"

They ask and I think it's protocol to ask because I'm sure they know she has but I nod anyway giving them the answer they needed. "What colour wolf is she?" "White" I say not knowing where this conversation is going. then Calliope steps in with a gasp. My heart shudders at what she did that for...what it a good gasp? A bad gasp? what... "She's a pure breed wolf. This means Esme's power which no wolf has, she has a power which gives her the ability to heal and to heal others at a super strength speed without it harming her, and has a clear resistance from normal weapons and drugs such as Wolfs Bain...A wolf would not be able to tolerate the strength of the drug on a normal dose, it would obli