Esmeralda Spanish Novels & Stories

I was expecting her to say yes to sitting with me, I really shouldn't have offered but I couldn't help it. "So Jaxson, I'm Esmeralda." She extended her hand. I extended my hand to shake hers, thinking about her interesting name. Esmeralda. She reminded me of a gypsy when she was dancing, which made her name fitting since she seemed to have a free spirit about her. And then it hit me, the name from Victor Hugo's book. The same name that he had given to his gypsy character. I had always been drawn to that character for her spunk and determination.

She seemed to show great interest in my ability to see the future. “What did you say your wolf’s name was again?” She asked. I wasn’t sure why that was relevant but I answered, “Emerald.” “Hmm…” Alpha Everly muses. “It seems our wolves are sisters.” I tilt my head to the side. What could that mean? Everly’s POV

Dana had seen too much. And that was her greatest mistake. Esmeralda walked toward the window and pushed it open slightly, letting the cool air brush against her face. The pack square below was alive with noise, warriors training, servants moving quickly, elders gathering in small groups to whisper about the rebellion and the strange happenings near the borders. Everything felt unstable. The world was shifting, and Esmeralda knew this chaos was the perfect time to secure her place. She touched the necklace resting against her chest. It had once belonged to Princess Dana. A gift, given with false kindness. The irony made her lips curve into a faint smile.

"I am going to watch the sunset. And then, I think I will finally sleep. The crown is heavy, child. I am glad to be rid of it." Esmeralda stood there for a long time, watching the rise and fall of his chest. She felt a strange weight on her shoulders, heavier than any armor she had ever worn. She slipped the ring onto her thumb—it was too big for her other fingers—and turned toward the door. She walked out of the room and back to the balcony that overlooked the Great Plaza. Thousands of people were gathered there. They were silent, waiting, their faces turned upward. She stood at the edge of the stone railing. She raised her hand, the gold of the signet ring catching the last rays of the dyi

His gaze settled on me for the fraction of a second before focusing on a now restless José beside me. "Este joven quiere postularse para el trabajo de Diego." (This young man wants to apply for Diego's job) he blurted in one breath almost like fire was in his mouth. Javier's gaze flickered back to me creating a hole on my face due to his intense eyes. Crow feet make themselves known at the corner of his eyes when a smile arrests his features. "Welcome young man, you have a lot to learn." --- "Devin!" Esmeralda screeched, breaking me a away from my nostalgia. Her hair up in a hair net and oven gloves on her hands, her eyes flashing a dangerous message. "Ya te he llamado innumerables veces (I'

Zara started with a knowing grin, “is that you shouldn’t be so shy about it. He’s obviously into you.” Esmeralda groaned again, throwing her hands up in frustration. “I’m not shy! I just—” She paused, searching for the right words, but her blush deepened further, making Zara and me giggle even more. “You two are impossible.” “You love us,” I teased, nudging her with my shoulder. She huffed, trying to appear annoyed, but the tiny smile tugging at her lips gave her away. “I’m going to throw you both in the lake,” she muttered, but there was no real threat in her voice.

Only after hearing her low growl did I realize I was pushing too far with the release of my power. Esmeralda was a cunning wolf, appearing both strong and shrewd. Despite her injuries, her beauty was undeniable. Her dark green eyes, though not as vibrant and captivating as Callie’s, framed her striking face. Her lips were full but subtly thin, her fair skin complemented her brown hair, and her overly large chest made her seem taller than my blind wolf.

Not with the way her eyes rested on Lorenzo and narrowed in irritation at her. Draped in a silk gown, hair swept up like a queen, she glided toward them like she floated on air. Her beauty was sharp and classic—like a knife carved in porcelain. And her eyes… they held disgust. “Who's she? Another one? ,” she said slowly. “How long will she last? .” “Oh! Longer than you think. Esmeralda ” Lorenzo replied calmly. Esmeralda smiled—but it didn’t reach her eyes. “We'll see about that. You know how it gets.”

"You can't... you can't just choose to be happy! You owe the world your pain!" "I don't owe the world anything," I said, my voice ringing with a power I had never felt before. It wasn't violet. It wasn't white. it was a brilliant, blinding silver. "I am Esmeralda Knight. I am the Queen of the Wolves. And I am whole."

If we find her. 20 minutes later, my personal Gaze Reader wandering into the room. Esmeralda. She came from the Devotion Pack after ideas of Phantom Wolves scared majority of the Pack members out, and I let her stay on the condition that she would serve me when I needed her to. Ever since, she has predicted a lot of my life. Unfortunately, she walked in on two idiots arguing. "My ancestors created the word soul mate." "Wish they didn't create you."