Esmeralda Novels & Stories

As Esmeralda and Axel stood in the dimly lit store room, their voices hushed, Axel couldn't help but admire the beauty that surrounded him, especially the captivating woman before him. Esmeralda was a vision of striking beauty, an enchanting presence that seemed to radiate from within. Her long, wavy ebony hair cascaded down her back like a waterfall of darkness, its glossy strands catching the faint light in the room and shimmering with an almost ethereal glow. Her eyes, the most arresting feature, were a mesmerizing shade of emerald green. They held a depth and intensity that Axel found himself drawn into, like twin pools of l

Even Ben hasn’t freed her. “Because I will do what needs to be done to get back to my pack, even if it means physically breaking apart every wolf who stands in my way.” A chill runs up my spine as I hold her gaze. “Who are you?” “You know my name.” “That’s not what I’m asking. Who are you?” Her mouth twitches but she doesn’t smile. Instead, she slides down the bars until she’s seated, her head leaning back against the stone wall. “Emery of Obsidian Temple. I have no last name. I am Alpha after my mother, Jade. She died ten years ago, so I took her title.”

Even if he wants me to be on his side, without us being connected, it works for me. "Stop teasing, Ishtar," Victor warned. "You won't be able to stand it if he gets away." Ishtar smiled and then walked away. "All right, all right... I need you to give her a name then, since she hasn't been given one so far." Ishtar. "That's the only way I'll be able to do the spell to hide the link between the two of you." "Smaragdus," Soren says immediately. "Esmeralda..." He holds my face and strokes it lightly with his steepled fingers. "Ayla Smaragdus... My Emerald Moonlight."

And the color of my skin never hides when I blush so it's always hard. "What's your name?" Now he stood right beside me leaning on the basin and looking down at me. Okay, how the hell was he this tall? I looked like a minor in front of him. This was so unfair. And not to forget his deep baritone voice. It was so smooth just like butter. Ew Arabella really? "Arabella" I replied. He hummed before folding his hands and damn I almost swooned. I accidentally glanced at the tattoo on the back of his left shoulder. It had wings and it between were two initials.

“She wasn’t just anyone. She was a banished princess of Country S.” The words hung in the air like a thunderclap. Julio surged to his feet, the chair screeching against the floor. “Esmeralda,” he choked out, his voice breaking. “She was my beloved. And the child—Elona... she is mine.” Alaric and Jimmy stood frozen, the weight of the revelation sinking in.

“Find a doctor.” --- Paradise Peninsula. The alarm bell at Emery’s villa suddenly rang, looking through the surveillance camera, Emery saw a car shadow. “Let’s go see who it is.” Two men in black stopped the car, the car door opened, and a woman in tight black clothes with a strange face walked out. “Who are you?” “Esmeralda. Go tell him I'm here.” “No greeting from afar.” Emery stepped out. “Esmeralda, did he finally let you go?”

Her entry into the water is flawless, and as she sank, she moved with the joy of a fish, quick and lively. When she surfaced, Emerald’s long hair unraveled, swirling around her, and some strands clung to her face. She placed her hands on the shore and pushed herself up, her arms glistening with droplets of water. The light hit her like pearls, casting a soft shimmer on her body, and even her hair seemed to gleam with a delicate mist. Her eyes, as black as the night, sparkled like stars. She looked at Alaric, a gentle smile on her lips, and softly asked, "Would you like to join me?"

She sat upright with a smile. “Is it the throne?” She asked. I stopped moving and looked at her in surprise. “How did you know?” She cackled “ I am a witch,remember?” Esmeralda is captivating, an ethereal beauty that blends charm with an air of mystery. Her hair was raven black,her skin was porcelain fair,she’s a natural blend of beauty and enchanting allure of magic. “I can help you get the throne and get rid of your brother.” she said,smirking.

“You need to run, Luna. You need to hold on to him and run.” I heard her say as she encouraged her. Marissa, Tatiana, pushed her toward the window. I watched, paralyzed, as Evelyn leapt through it with Damon in her arms. Then the fire surged. I saw my Tatiana’s hands pressed against the glass, skin blistering, eyes locked on mine. And then… The floor gave way. Her body vanished into the flame. And all I had left was the sound of my men shouting, and the last memory of her eyes, filled not with fear, but with peace.

The storm hadn’t yet rained—but it was coming. They dragged me towards the very large balcony. My feet scraped the ground. Esmeralda dropped her bag on the ground, digging through it, after placing the Core Fang in a carved bowl. Her hand hovered over the Core Fang like it was a god while she drew symbols on the floor and chanted some words. Gaia held me tighter. I could feel her smirk near my ear. I kicked and screamed, but she just laughed. “It's sad that you won't be alive for my coronation next week,” she hissed near my ear."