European Novels & Stories

Lucia’s POV “Cole, do you have any idea how we can reach a country in Europe? Portugal?” Cole did not stop rummaging through my fridge. He visited my house so often that I started to wonder if the monsters in the forest between the South and West were exaggerated. “Europe? Why?” Suddenly, he paused. “Portugal is the entry point to Europe. I have seen it on the maps. Are you planning to sail there?” Twenty ships were double the number of ships Reese had in my past life.

Rather, out of my mouth comes: “Does this nation your family rules happen to be a small country located in Eastern Europe?” I’m thinking Beautician and the Beast here. His gaze narrows on me. He doesn’t get it. “Southern-Central Europe, actually. With influences from Spain, France, Switzerland, and Italy.” That certainly explains some of the lush accents rolled into one that I’ve detected—making him sound like a citizen of the world. I’m just not quite capable of buying into the fairy tale. He senses this. And snaps a finger.

the man spoke. “Mr Parker,” Kira sighed, “In which all places is the church present?” “My lady, St Josephine Diem is present across Africa and in parts of Europe, we are a global chain, we are even expanding to –” Mr Parker started. “Where in Europe?” Kira demanded, interrupting him. “Ma’am, we are in UK, Italy, France, Spain and –” Mr Parker continued. “Cities,” Kira asked excitedly at the reference to Spain.

Gabryl asks us. “Western Europe mostly for today’s. Eastern Europe will be tomorrow evening near the border of Russia, we can then get Russia in at the same time. There are too many wolves to do this in one meeting for all of Europe,” my mate tells his father as he slips one arm behind my shoulder and the other rests on the window of the car door. “Hmm,” Gabryl hums and begins looking over maps.

Tan looked at them. “So we change the pitch.” Cassian nodded. “Yes.” Avelyn looked determined. “We show them that our system is not just powerful…” She paused. “…but reliable.” Lucas added, “And transparent.” Elena smiled faintly. “That will matter here.” Sebastian’s Confidence Meanwhile, Sebastian Vale stood alone near the Rotterdam harbor. The cold wind moved around him. Ships passed slowly in the distance. He looked calm. Confident. Because he understood something important. Europe was not like Asia or the Middle East.

"Good, its on the way, come on ill drive it will be quicker then tube and we will be too exposed if we transform" I wait until we are all in the car heading down the A40 before I ask the question thats been niggling me. "Gregory?" "Hmmmm?" "Why do you no have many wolves around you, it seems to be only you and Mathew, ive seen a few in passing but that usually for just a few moments?"

says Camilla, her perfectly manicured fingers making a circular movement around her stomach. “you’re hungry huh” asks Charlie. “yeah, you?, maybe we can go get something to eat” Camilla is a teacher, a lecturer to be specific, and Charlie always felt embarrassed walking with her, seeing her up in the classroom is enough for her, so with that thought in mind, Charlie walks away from her space and stalks toward the nearby grocery shop, “just a little bit of peace and quiet” she mutters under her breath, taking her already battered signature pink air pods and put it in her ears, she’s about putting the other in but she gets intercepted, already sensing the two huge pigs standing both beside he

“How many?” Riva gasped, “Dozens… already in Europe. Waiting.” Dino’s eyes narrowed. The storm wasn’t over. It was just beginning.

They drove all night. They all wanted as far away as possible. Viktor made a wide bend around Berlin and steered the car further north-east. Since the United States of Europe was founded in the 2020s, there have been no national borders within Europe, so it has moved forward quickly and without stopping. Since they could not trust either the council or its allies at the moment, they had to rely on personal clusters.

He walked to the bar, pouring himself a small amount of scotch. “Another late night,” Eleanor observed, her voice pleasant, not a question. “A necessary one. The regulatory environment in Europe shifts daily,” Igor replied, taking a slow sip. He didn’t sit down immediately. He felt the atmosphere was too still, too expectant. He sensed the trap.