Evelyn Novels & Stories

James finished her thought. “They didn’t see it.” The woman slowly stood. For the first time… She looked genuinely interested. “Remarkable.” She dusted off her sleeve. “The bridge is adapting much faster than expected.” Darrien stepped forward. “Who are you?” She smiled. “You may call me…” She paused, almost amused. “…Evelyn.” “I’ve been looking for the four of you.” Charlotte’s voice hardened. “You’re not taking Lily.” Evelyn laughed softly. “My dear…”

Evelyn was extremely gifted. I sighed. It took me time to realize who Evelyn really was. When I did, I understood where her knowledge came from. The great Catherine Winters. Pioneer of medicine, especially with herbs. She was the greatest. Healers, even in the human world, adored her. Many said she preferred humans to wolves, so she spent more time among them. If only Elina had known that back then, she would have stopped the competition earlier. But it wasn't needed. At some point, she knew she had to give up. Either way, Evelyn was just Evelyn.

She’s still in there. Across the estate, in the sun-drenched solarium, Helena Mordrake sat with a crystal glass of sherry. The news had reached her ten minutes ago via an encrypted dispatch. Evelyn was dead. A slow, terrifyingly beautiful smirk spread across Helena’s face. She didn't mourn her sister-in-law. To Helena, Evelyn had been a messy reminder of a past that refused to stay buried. Evelyn’s exile weeks ago had been a necessity; her death was a gift.

“Wait, wait, Mel. So how did you find out?” “The woman has been stalking me, E. Like I just feel like I'm living a Hollywood movie life. Remember the woman who was sitting with my mom that first day we met at the restaurant?” “Woman?” she looked up, her forehead creased trying to remember. Then her eyes widened with recognition. “You mean the woman that bolted out like she had hot poop in her ass?” “Exactly.” I clapped my hands. “That's Gavin’s late wife, Evelyn.” “What is she even doing? Why fake your own death for five years?”

She couldn’t move. Couldn’t breathe. Couldn’t think. The child tilted her head innocently. “Mama?” Adrian looked utterly speechless. The elderly woman quietly wiped away tears. “I promised I’d bring her to you.” Elaine somehow found her voice. “…Who are you?” The woman smiled warmly. “My name is Evelyn.” She paused. “In another life…” Her eyes met Adrian’s. “…I was your mother.” Silence consumed the room. Outside, the world continued as if nothing extraordinary had happened.

She was already a beautiful sight to behold when she simply stood there with her eyes lowered while wearing a faint smile on her face. When faced with Silvia’s greeting, Evelyn quickly responded politely, “Hello, I’m Evelyn Stewart.”

Evelyn joins in the hug and I wrap one of my arms around her. “Where’s Roland!? Is he okay?” Olivia seems a bit freaked out. “I wouldn’t worry about Roland on a battlefield. Don’t worry,” Adrian assures her. The four of us stand up and this is my first time to look at Eleanor’s dead body. “She’s finally dead,” Adrian comments, “Who killed her?” “Evelyn.” “Rayne.” Evelyn and I say each other’s names. “It was one hell of a collaboration. Evelyn paralyzed her and Rayne cut off her neck,” Olivia gives him the details.

Black Estates, America Evelyn had locked herself in a random cabin and was pacing back and forth like a mad woman. She wasn't asleep, she was just pretending. Dylan got a call from Mr. Swift and he immediately left. Taking the chance, Evelyn ran out of his cabin not caring about the weird glances which she was receiving by the people who were present in the hallway. She went inside a random room and locked herself inside it.

"Evelyn, as in Evelyn White? The CEO of Eva's and Co.? The beautiful, sexy, hot and smart Evelyn White? Your Evelyn White?" I rolled my eyes again at his stupid description. "No. Evelyn Parker. Evelyn Morrison. Evelyn Pristley. How many other Evelyns do you know about? Of course, the same Evelyn. White, you shithead!" I scowled at him to which he raised his hands in surrender.

making me want to rip her to bits. “I'm certain none of you here have what it takes to end a life, so I had better be on my way.” Everyone was silent. “Hello," the agent exclaimed. “Let us not waste any time, get your fucking voodoo bullshit off me.” Evelyn went closer to her. “You must think we are stupid, don't you?” The agent shrugged one shoulder. “You might not like the answer to that.” “Well, let me introduce myself to you. . . properly.” Evelyn voiced, enunciating every word. “I am Evelyn Amira Itacha, a full blooded, hundred percent b*tch filled with more magic than this planet has seen in