Evie Character Descendants Novels & Stories

’ Evie nodded with a smile. ‘What about you? You left your family on Earth?’ Olve looked at Evie with interest. ‘My parents. I have no brothers or sisters.’ ‘No boyfriend?’ He ventured for his friend's sake. ‘No.’ Evie laughed. ‘But I do miss my friends.’ Ethan looked at his friend and the Earthian girl from the distance wondering what they were talking about again. He tried to keep away scanning the surroundings so he couldn’t hear anything. As usual, his will was not strong enough to keep him away for long though and so he found himself sitting near Evie again in the evening.

"It's beautiful, thank you. I'll treasure it, Grandfather" I couldn't help but picture Grandfather standing beside Uncle Erevan. The two looked so alike, but took completely different paths. In fact, Uncle Erevan, Aunt Mirevia and Mother all took paths separate from their parents. So the legacy of Varkyn and Nocturna had yet to be passed down. Perhaps...They were just waiting for the right person.

would kidnap Colton. “How does a man want something that’s not even born yet? What business does he have with her?” "Well…” he lifted his eyes to the ceiling. “Ethan killed his sister, and Evie's carrying Ethan's blood. So…he wants to kill the baby—someone of Ethan's.” "What?!!” Jules nearly screamed. "Yeah, I know right? What has Evie got to do with—” "Ethan killed someone?” Jules asked, turning pale as she stood from the bed.

His Evie. Now, here they are, continuing to heal from the past and growing their family, all the while remembering the people they lost. Their family laughed and cooed, tears pooling in their eyes as the held Genevieve's hands and took turns holding the child. And as she closed her eyes in weariness, she was almost sure that she could hear her mother's voice cooing with the rest of the family, hand gently rubbing the soft top of the baby's head. In her mind, Astrid was there, as well as a soft glow of light surrounding them. Her first born.

Eve. Finally, no more is she Zara Rose Petrova. The girl whose name she had adopt as her own who had treated her like a family. The daughter of her best friend who had died in the arms of her brother. She is Eve Carissa Zhatiera. The sole heir of Zhatier, daughter of the Great King Aidan and Queen Aaliyah, direct descendant of the Goddess Khione. Now, she stands on the top of her grand staircase looking down all seven of the people at the lower floor with a few who was supposed to be her trusted companion that seems to be ganging up on her with her enemies.

As we walked home, Evie rambled excitedly about her eighth year birthday coming up in a month’s time, and I tried to control myself from crying because without a cure, Evie was going to die in a month's time also. Evie suddenly went silent, and I glanced at her with concern. “Mom?” Evie said quietly, “Can daddy come for my birthday this time? I promise, I'll be good?” Evie rarely asked for anything else. This had always been her only wish—for her father to be present for her, but Eric was never present. Eric Cross was the Alpha of the Crescent Moon Pack, and my mate. Alpha Eric hated Evie because of me, and Evie was really suffering because of it. She had always craved that fatherly affectio

“My name is Evie Hunter. I am— was a warrior from the Yhi, the Kingdom of Light.” “Yi— what?” Evie pursed her lips as she reached out and took the notebook and pen from the doctor and wrote the word YHI. “This is the name of the place where I came from. You pronounce it as ‘yi-hi’,” Evie explained. “In my world, most people are more or less descendants of heaven.” “Descendants of heaven?” Evie nodded. “We are what you mortals call demigods. We have deities as our ancestors. But of course, our strength varies. The more divine blood we have the closer to our ancestors we are.”