Evermoor Characters Novels & Stories

Shadow commented before I’m assuming he went to get Darien. “ALPHA!” Silvercloud shouted, bursting into my room. I turned and raised an eyebrow at him. “Did you seriously just walk into my room without knocking?” I questioned. “What, you do it to me all the time,” he snorted. I rolled my eyes. “What do you want?” I questioned. “I got the information back you wanted on Moors. He’s dirty. He was accepting bribes to allow illegal hunting on your private property,” he said, holding up his tablet.

I apologetically squeezed Kat’s shoulder and returned behind the bar to hide. Wanda and Jody appeared behind the counter in record time, and it confused me because most of their tables were vacant, which meant they didn’t appear before me for drink orders. “Liv! Do you know who you were talking to?” asked Jody with a sickly fan-girl giggle. Yeah. An arrogant jerk. “Should I?” “That’s Dominic Moore! He’s only the richest, most handsome guy in this city. Girl, is your head under a rock?” Wanda added.

LIRA He wasn’t supposed to be real. The stories didn’t do him justice. Caius Vexmoor stood like a shadow carved from moonlight—broad-shouldered, cloaked in black leathers, and dangerous. His presence was a storm wrapped in silence, and his silver eyes… gods, those eyes. Like frost over steel. Cold. Sharp. Unrelenting. But it wasn’t the strength in his stance or the silent power he commanded that shook me.

Emma laughed, “okay one drink. You and Charlotte, me, Angelina and our honorary sister for the day Meadow.” Meadow looked unsure, but she would be fine hanging out with us. I was a Luna, Charlotte was the Beta and Emma was the mate of a Gamma. Then there was Angelina who was the next Luna in line, nobody would bother us. We arrived at the packhouse and were greeted by my dad, Eddie and the new addition to the family, Wolf. “Charlotte is having a meeting right now, but she will join us for dinner. Angelina is inside with her brother in law.” My dad said.

They all were built about the same but had different coloring and eye shape. The males, however...The differences in each species are drastically more noticeable on their bigger bodies. Plus, I hadn't even seen a person from Gaimo until Capt. Moor came out with his dark green scales running along the sides of his neck. His eyes remind me of a reptile from Earth and are pretty intimidating. But none of the men are ugly or even unattractive. They're actually all really cute. They just seem serious... "Next up, Lieutenants. Lt. Modok- Gaimo, Lt. Mashorn- Cok, Lt. Kedah- Frole, Lt. Zarn- Makskin...

She stops and motions everyone to duck. “What is it?” Damien frowns. He cannot see anything ahead except for a few Black Jack members who seem to be on guard. But there is nothing there. “Shh!” Moira hushes him. There is a figure heading towards the guards and they recognize him instantly. “Morales?” Damien frowns. “What is he-” Morales steps ahead and suddenly disappears. Damien is stunned. Is this magic?

Trees blurred past him as he ran, his powerful legs propelling him forward. Emma’s face filled his mind, her laughter, her smile, and the way she made him feel whole. The bond between them tugged at his heart, guiding him home. Finally, the scent of his pack reached him. The familiar grounds came into view, and Gregory burst through the treeline, his presence undeniable. Several pack warriors, including Sermon, the leader, turned to face him. Their expressions shifted from confusion to recognition as Gregory dropped Evan’s body onto the ground and shifted back into his human form.

Howl Wolf Thor Evans is the horn keeper of the Vanara pack and second-in-command of the wolves. He supports Alpha Lowell no matter what, except in two situations: when he is breaking horns or making incredibly bad decisions that bring harm to the Vanara Pack. Other than this, he is always ready to sacrifice his life for Alpha Lowell. He has a reputation for being a man who doesn't like to get angry or upset easily, and yet he can be very hard-headed when he needs to be.

another Moroi commented with an equally leering glance as Nick. "In some cases numbers could matter." I agreed and eyed up the group. Three Moroi and six dhampirs. It might be a little effort, but definitely easily doable. "But this isn't one of them." "Oh really? We'll just have to see about that." One of the Moroi must've been a fire specialist because we were suddenly enclosed by flames. They weren't quite touching, but certainly close enough for us to feel the burn ever so slightly. The twins and I stood back to back and Jackson made some sort of a swirl motion with his wrist before a wall of earth shot up and blocked off the flames. He created a save path for us to get out of the flames

And stood so relaxed like he knew me. From his scent, I could tell he was a werewolf. An unfamiliar one. His scent differed a lot from ours. I was sure no pack in North America had such Pack scent. What caught my attention most were his eyes. They were deep blue like the ocean. The man stepped forward and stretched his hand out toward me. “Xavier Moore. CEO of Moore Jewelry.” I didn’t take his hand. Instead, I asked coldly, “What are you doing in my pack and in front of my house?”