Evie Zamora Novels & Stories

"Go to Aunt Cleo!" Aqua's heart pounded in her chest as she stumbled towards the door, her legs shaking with fear. She glanced back to see her parents fighting valiantly, their magic clashing with the dark energy of their attackers. Milak's elemental fury and Zara's healing light intertwined in a beautiful yet tragic dance of power and sacrifice. But it wasn't enough. Milak fell first, a blast of dark energy striking him down. Zara's scream of anguish pierced the air as she knelt beside him, her light flickering and fading. The witches closed in, their laughter echoing like a chorus of nightmares.

“Take your hands off me before I land you in the infirmary.” I laugh, struggling to imagine Gurin doing anything but submitting to me, more so now I hold such valuable information. “I’d like to see you try.” I look at Eva again. “Alexander Morales. Who are you?” The girl looks nervous as her attention moves between me and Natalya. “I’m Eva Carmichael.” I shove Gurin out of the way and step closer. “Beautiful for an Irish girl,” I murmur, before glancing back at Nik and Rosa. “Let me introduce you to Rosa Cabello and Nikolai Kushev.”

That would make sense if she were part of some satanic ceremony. Suddenly she can feel the shape of the dried blood on her forehead and just knows that it, too, is a pentagram. It is no longer a nice sensation and she wants to scream again, sure that her lungs are now capable of bringing the whole building down. But now she is unable to move a muscle, let alone scream. She finds that she can’t even blink, although her eyes are drying up and stinging quite badly. There is a sudden loud electrical crackle. Sparks of electricity come from the points of the pentagram around her. And then Isabelle knows no more.

Evie said, a cold, calculating light entering her eyes. The hook of their plan didn't rely on bullets or encryption keys. It relied on the one skill Evie had mastered long before she met a Mafia King: **the power of the dead.** Before she was a writer of novels or a "widow" of a ghost, Evie had been a writer of obituaries. She knew how to look at a person’s life and find the one sentence that defined their end. She knew how to dig into the pasts of the powerful to find the rot they thought they had buried.

Damien asked her, jerking her back from her wild thoughts. She ignored his question and simply went back to what she was doing. While Damien still stood there watching her and saying nothing again, Elle then appeared from nowhere coming towards them. Ariel who was back up the ladder was immediately disgusted by the sight of Elle and she began swearing under her breath to kill her if she dared trouble her.

Etiquettes, series of political studies, histories, and other activities a noble must learn. "Mama..." Rita's small voice made Morrigan halt in her tracks. Her eyes widened at Rita. Rita's small hands reached towards Morrigan's cheeks. "Rita?" Confusion etched in Morrigan's eyes, trying to comprehend what Rita wanted to say. Rita's small hands remained on her face then started to pinch her cheeks lightly. "Mama..." Something within Morrigan swirled. A swirl of joy and confusion. The raw emotion of someone calling her a mother makes her heart swell. She never knew that she wanted it for too long, maybe thought that with the loss of Jabez it might be a long way for her to be a mother. "You wan

It was war smelling the mate bond. I thought the bond was dead. “You smell like power now,” he growled. “Like storms and the moonlight. What really happened to you?” I stood tall, refusing to hide my body. “I survived. I was what you tried to kill.” Damon’s jaw dropped. For the first time, I felt pain appear right in his eyebrows. “I was wrong, Annie. Cassandra lied to me. I only allowed pride and fear to make me throw away the best thing in my life… my coming Luna.”

“Come join me in flashing the unsuspected then, if you want- you'll just draw attention away from me.” “No way in infierno. Remember? I'm pure as la Virgin,” she declared, sending those around us into fits of laughter. Evanna Morales was known for many things, innocence not among them. She took it all in stride, crossing her arms to gaze regally out the window. Her pendant flashed at her throat as she fingered it idly. The fetish engraved on it shot across my vision. I nearly fell into the aisle. “Callie, what's wrong?” Eva asked, shocked. “You look like you've seen el Diablo's shadow,” she said, taking my hand in hers as her eyes shone with concern.

​The silence that followed the first explosive fight was not a peaceful one; it was the pressurized quiet of a deep-sea trench. In the wake of Damon’s crushing "purchased asset" revelation, Evie retreated to the West Wing, not out of submission, but to prevent herself from shattering. The bruise on her wrist was fading to a dull yellow, but the wound to her dignity was fresh, raw, and bleeding. She sat at her drafting table, the city lights below mocking her with their freedom, realizing that she had been playing a game where her opponent had memorized the rulebook while she was still struggling to read the board.

Julian flinched. And suddenly, I hated Mr. Xavier. “Liam still being Julian lap dog i see “ he said sitting on the chair next to Julian “Grow up Xavier what are you ? Nine !?” Liam retorted Suddenly his eyes moved to me “And who is this ?” I stepped forward giving my hand out for a polite hand shake “I’m Eva ,Mr Salvatore new assistant “ He looked at me and his smile grew feral “Ooou Julian she has the same eyes as …….”