Everafter Novels & Stories

Catalina After Dario left the apartment, I showered and dressed before settling into the library with my laptop. It was the first time I checked my email messages since before the wedding. Besides the plethora of junk emails, I had two emails from Camila, three from Mireya, and one from Ana. While I was anxious to talk with my sister and cousin, my curiosity was piqued by the email from Ana, especially after what Dario had said about her and Elizondro’s unexpected presence at the wedding.

"Show the pack networks that Elara belongs with both of us?" "Excellent idea," Madam Evelyn agreed. They called me over, and we posed together under the porch moonlight. Madam Evergreen posted the image immediately, then deliberately ignored the flood of calls and messages from Alpha Evergreen. "He can wait," she said firmly. "Let him wonder where his mate has gone." "I'll bet you anything he shows up here within thirty minutes," Madam Evelyn challenged with a knowing smile. "You're on," Madam Evergreen replied. "Though honestly, I hope he doesn't."

Her body became static, and she was in a trance from which she could not escape. Out of Mia's field of vision, Esteban and his new girlfriend were approaching Ivan to celebrate the night's victory. It was the last race, and Esteban had won, which meant another semester at his university was secure. The boy was so happy that he didn't notice Mia's presence until Sara herself greeted him with a slap.

del Fuego. "Okay, Sir. Thank you," she replied. "Why Sir? You can simply call me by my nickname remember I've told you to call me Echo last time?" Mr. del Fuego replied. "Okay Echo," she replied with her shaking fingers on his mobile's keypad. "Well then, I'll fetch you after your work. Would it be fine at 5 PM or 6 PM?" Mr. del Fuego asked her while smiling over his phone. Even if it's just his teaser for her, he found himself quite excited when Maria gave a positive response to his invitation.

“Who stands up at April’s wedding declaring his love for her?” “Easy, Jackson Avery.” “Who is 007?” “George.” “Who makes up M.A.G.I.C.?” “Meredith Grey. Alex Karev. George O’Malley. Isobel Stevens. Cristina Yang.” “Where does Cristina move to at the end of season 10?” “Switzerland.” “What does the doctor fail to order Derek?” “A FUCKING HEAD CT. WHO DOESN’T ORDER A FUCKING HEAD CT. For a head trauma. Even I know that.”

I nod to the waitress to confirm my order and slurp my mojito fiercely. Henry has raised his eyebrows so high you could swear they're touching his hairline. Jones suddenly stands up and apologizes to Henry, "I have an emergency. I can't stay for dinner." I don't have time to react when he leans in to place a kiss against my cheek and whispers: "A dopo (see you later*)."

The old radio fell silent, and Everwood returned to a semblance of normalcy. As the friends stood in the now-quiet town square, they acknowledged the scars etched into their lives by the supernatural. Yet, with a newfound resilience, they embraced the uncertainties that lingered in the shadows, knowing that the Upside Realms would forever be a part of Everwood's tapestry.

**FERAL FURY PACK** Lucifer groaned as the morning sun pierced through the curtains, hitting his eyes with a harsh glare. His head throbbed, a relentless reminder of the night before. He sat up slowly, his body heavy and sluggish. As he reached for his phone on the nightstand, the screen lit up with the notification of 42 missed calls—20 from Spike, 20 from Mikhail, and two from Viktor. He sighed, his mind hazy as the events of last night slowly resurfaced. Two bottles of *Everclear*, notorious for its 100% alcohol content, had been more than enough to knock him out. He wondered how he’d managed to fall so deep into the bottle, completely losing himself in the process.

Forever. {Laumlayag. See you across space-time...} At exactly 00:00:00 and with the last percent of battery, Ecto goes away onto the Internet and Ecto 2.0 powers down.

My voice cut through their conversation— They all froze and Zuri turned slowly. Her eyes met mine—sharp and definitely unwelcoming. “Do we know you?” One of the Lunas with a white hair asked. I tilted my head slightly, my expression almost bored, “I’m Elara Everstorm from Thornshade. Draven’s rejected mate that’s been the table of this conversation.“ I see how most of the women lost composure as I revealed I’d heard them.