Eve Summertime Saga Novels & Stories

Rowan: “Colleges can wait. The world can wait. We’ve got one more summer to burn the sky down right.” Above us, the Milky Way shifts. The stars rearrange themselves into one quiet, blazing sentence: YOU WERE NEVER LEAVING. We stay on the field until dawn, laughing, crying, planning a year that belongs to no campus, no kingdom, no prophecy. Just us. Four days left of summer? Good. We’re going to need every second. The Last Night of Summer August 31, 2029 – 11:59 p.m., the ridge above Hot Springs

I told them all. Evie asks what I meant. “They have just taken her to the stream.” “What the one she always goes to?” Luna Lucy asked. “Yeah.” I told them still in shock. “NO.” Evie shouts. “We have to make it special for her girls.” I said to everyone. “Say no more. Meet me at Summer’s house. Time is of the essence,” Luna Lucy says, taking control of the situation. She is an amazing planner. By the time I got to Summer’s house, a food truck arrived. Luna Lucy is organizing everything. The back garden has more twinkling lights than anything I have ever seen. Evie and Autumn are there following her instructions.

Summer stopped in her tracks and stared at the spot where Evie was standing. "Oh my goodness. I can hear you, but I can't see you. Are you Sam's ghost?" Of course, here was another Holiday who was sensitive to spirits. I am. My name is Evangeline Bonnell. Evie. "Oh wow, my first ghost. Sam must be rubbing off on me." Summer's smile was brilliant, a feminine copy of Sam's. "Nice to meet you, Evie. I'm Summer."

The reason it had not collapsed was not because he still held any hope for Summer. It was because everything had happened too quickly. All the events of the past few days had hit Evan one after another. He simply did not dare believe all of it was real yet. So what use was it for Summer to put on this act now? It was useless. Every tear she shed only made people feel disgust from the depths of their bones. Seeing that Evan remained unmoved, and that his gaze only grew colder, Summer cried even harder. Evan narrowed his eyes and asked again, “Whose child is he?”

With just seven days left until the college entrance exam, the high school's PA system suddenly crackled to life during the morning break. “My name is Lily Smith. I’m a senior. Before I graduate, I’d like to confess my feelings to my crush.” Inside the classroom, every eye instantly locked onto Jack. The room exploded into rowdy cheers and teasing. Jack felt his face burn as his heart hammered against his ribs. After all, he had spent three whole years cracking jokes to help his childhood friend, Lily, overcome the deep dark pit of her depression. On her eighteenth birthday, she had even initiated their first kiss. “You were the light that pulled me out of the darkness. I hope that once

"O-Of course. We're friends." Satisfied with my response, Bethany finally let go of my arm and followed me inside. I opened the door, but the office was pitch-black. "Dad, these are the friends I mentioned, the ones coming to work here for the summer," I said cautiously. Before I could introduce them, they pushed past me and crowded into the room. "Hello, Mr. Parker. We're here for the summer jobs. May I know what the pay is like? Is ten thousand dollars a month okay? Oh, and I'm not really into factory work. Can I get an office job instead?"

The hairs on my neck stood erect as I heard the heavy footfalls coming closer. My skin tingled and my eyes prickled with tears. I let out short breaths when my lungs burned for air. A tear slipped from my eye as I turned my head slowly to see who was behind me. At that moment, I felt a sharp prick to the other side of my neck and I turned the other way, swatting my arm, but in a matter of seconds, I felt immensely tired and sleepy.

Sieghal replied, still with eyes closed. He could feel the grass beneath him. While Helbert felt the strong wind on his face, Sieghal found peace in the rustling grass. As the sun set, he realized that darkness and emptiness were closing in, just like when he left Theo and his dad to go far away from the shoreline.

The clock chimed. At the last toll, the embers collapsed, and the grate was cold. Isabelle lifted the serpent key—a replica of the latch’s eye and slipped it into the sketchbook’s spine. With a hushed click, the book’s cover sprung forward, revealing a shallow cavity. Inside lay a folded parchment sealed with crimson wax: the Ember Circle’s original charter—and a second, smaller key of burnished silver.

Yet somehow… my mind still drifted toward a stubborn eighteen-year-old girl with pink bandages and reckless eyes. Ava. Even after three days away from her, she still found a way into my thoughts like she belonged there. And that was the real problem. I exhaled sharply and grabbed the whiskey bottle from the table, pouring another glass. Outside, Pasadena glittered beneath the night sky. Beautiful. But inside the hotel suite, I already knew the truth. This summer was becoming dangerous in ways I never expected.