Everafter Novels & Stories

The anchor began a clipped tone. "Coming just two weeks after the fire at Nightfall Square which laid waste to the DA's mansion and many others in close proximity, leaving many injured, the people of Everdale wonder if there is a connection between these consequent strange fires and if there is more to the fires than meets the eye."

Over those two years, Eve and I had slowly collected gasoline, soaking the altar floor with it. I struck the match, and a small flame flickered to life in the darkness. It was a faint one, but it was enough. I tossed the lit match onto the ground. Quickly, sparks flew, and the flames engulfed everything, trapping them in a raging fire. They frantically ran, their screams, cries, and pleas blending together in despair. Gradually, all their voices were swallowed by the fire. The flames burned throughout the night. By dawn, there was almost no trace left of the villagers.

The petals trembled gently, like a wave goodbye. Mom stared at the flowers. Tears fell again. But she smiled. "Lily," she whispered. "Is that you?" No one answered. The wind passed through, and the petals swayed once more. Then everything grew still. I looked down and saw my body beginning to fade, bit by bit, like mist evaporating in sunlight. I was finally leaving. I looked at them one last time. At the moment I disappeared completely, I heard Noah speak. "Mom, was Lily just here?"

And next to our name, carved in smaller letters, there was a line that said, "May we never meet again in the afterlife." This was my final punishment for them. I would never forgive them forever.

Pandora lifted her gaze to the horizon, to where the land met sky, and knew with bone-deep certainty that the earth beneath Evergreen had awakened. And it knew her daughter’s name. THE END

This defied everything she knew. And the strangest part was that Cheyenne herself seemed unaware. Elara bit her lip and reached for her communicator crystal, the faint hum of its magic vibrating against her fingers. She hesitated for only a second before whispering the name that came to mind first. “Charlie Evermore.” The crystal pulsed once, then again. A moment later, a familiar voice crackled through, warm and bright with that irreverent humor that always managed to make even dire moments feel a little less terrifying.

Kathy Pov It was past midnight, and the untouched glass of white wine on the coffee table glistened with condensation after five glasses, the dim light catching its pale surface. The clock’s ticking felt louder with every passing second, drilling into my restless mind. He couldn’t demand marriage, avoid me like a disease, then hug some bitch in the middle of the street as if I didn’t exist. Fury simmered hot in my veins.

I forwarded it to Eva with a message. "The world knows you have claimed me now. So I am never letting you go 🥰. -D"