Eunoia Review Novels & Stories

He hadn’t seen it coming. None of them had. Especially not Selene. Her knees looked weak. She grabbed the wooden rail near her, holding herself steady. Her eyes stayed on me, unblinking, glassy, shocked. One of the younger warriors near her muttered, “Who is that?” “He… he knows the Luna,” another whispered. The elder stepped back, clearly shaken. “You… you are…” I raised my head. “My name is Ronan Blackmane,” I said calmly, voice firm, tone deep. “I came here to prove that I am worth the title”

As she walked, Evelyn felt a strange pull, as if an invisible force was leading her deeper into the woods. Her steps brought her to the edge of a lake, which Delaney had never seen before. The water seemed to glitter in the sun, as if a thousand diamonds were scattered across its surface. Captivated by the sight, she felt a sudden urge to wade into its depths and allow the cool water to wash over her, to cleanse her of her sorrows. And so, she stripped off her jeans and carefully stepped into the water.

My hands curled in the robe. “Is she… always like this?” “Like what, Miss Thea?” Waters asked softly. “Kind.” The word felt fragile, as if speaking it too loudly might break it. Both women exchanged a glance - not surprised, but thoughtful. Clearway spoke first. “The Luna is… precise. Controlled. She doesn’t show affection often.” Waters nodded. “But when she chooses to be gentle, it is real. And rare.” Clearway added, even quieter, “And it is never wasted on the wrong person.”

Livia also sneered coldly, mockingly saying, "How could that be? Even the details are handled identically! To say it's twin telepathy, not even a three-year-old would believe it, right?" At that moment, Russell reached out and firmly grasped my hand, providing me with endless strength and support. His tone was resolute and forceful as he said, "I have full faith in Zoey. If she says it's her original work, I believe her without question. After all, a Galaxy Studio S-level designer, how could she possibly plagiarize a regular designer from Born Beauty? It's utterly absurd." Livia was taken aback, her face filled with surprise and confusion as she asked, "What? What did you say?"

At some point, Elianna and Javier started arguing over something minor that somehow turned into a full debate, and Sienna got distracted trying to prove a point that made no sense. Which left Enzo actually finishing the work. I watched him for a second, then my gaze shifted to Sienna and the way he looked at her. It wasn’t obvious. Not if you weren’t paying attention. But I was. It was subtle, the kind of thing you’d miss if you blinked too fast. The way his eyes lingered, the way he responded to her even when he acted like he wasn’t listening. It felt… familiar. Uncomfortably familiar. Because that’s how Nico looks at me. I blinked once, slowly.

The two kissed each other as Catriona shudders, a sign of her release. Enzo smiled playfully and let her rest. He watches how the dogs roam around the inflatable pool without water on it and play with the triplets. The feeling of jealousy and envy toward the two grows inside Eros and his obsession toward Catriona grows as well. He checks the security around and he can't wait to have her and kill Enzo as soon as possible. He's just an Alvarez and her sister is just the president of EPUA and she's not the Dark Lord. Well, anyway, Enzo doesn't have full control in EPUA.

It was too loud that it made her jolt, taking her full attention. "What stunt is this?" Was Yunoh's menacing growl. "Do you think this pity show will change my mind and choose you?" "I'm tired of the show, Yunoh," Eunae said wearily as she went back to packing her luggage. "And I have no plans of changing your mind."

The first time she saw Mariana, she had always thought she was a pitiful girl. Quiet and silent, mute and deaf. It must have been hard. And yet when she had looked at her with pity in her eyes, the girl all but glared at her. And Eleanor realized, despite her deficiencies, she was more competition than the rest of the girls for the role of Luna. There was much anger in the eyes of Mariana that Eleanor tried her best to act nonchalant whenever she notices that the girl would smile or smirk whenever one of the other consorts would be reprimanded by Lady Vita.

His body stays coiled around the Luna, tense and ready, but he doesn’t stop her as she steps forward and lowers herself to her knees beside the ruined bed. I hold my breath. Eleanor gently extends a hand and places her palm against Luna Diana’s forehead. Dominicus’s eyes follow every movement, but he doesn’t growl again. Eleanor closes her eyes. Her breathing deepens. Slow. Measured. I feel it more than see it—the shift in the air, the faint thrum of her power. Not the sharp bite of magic, but something older, deeper. Like water settling. A full minute passes. Then her eyes open.