Evie Zamora Thirteen Novels & Stories

The more she trembles and falls down, the more her memroies become fresh. Eva fe;t this to be a kind of known feeling, the feeling of abandoned and go through pain, Eva felt that this was relative to her past life. She worked hard. She was not interested in dying. She wanted to meet her father before that and tell him that she has given punishment to her mother's killer. Eva was still prpud of that fact. Though she was scared about the things going wrong and about her realtiosn with Damon but now, when she no more have him behind her back, Eva simply accepted the pride.

Morrigan can still remember how excited she was and her younger sister, Mary, when her father and mother broke the news of them having another sibling, but little did her family know that months later they would be betrayed and brutally murdered by her uncle and some of the ministers who wanted to usurp the throne. Morrigan’s hands curled into fists as she remembered how powerless she was standing in front of the tomb of her family. How she wanted to avenge them but she was only thirteen years old and had no right to assume power not until she was of the right age. Her hands subconsciously reached the dagger she always had beside her. Her fingertips caressed its encrusted emblems, a raven th

“You’re her.” “I’m Amara. I’m your sister.” Eva didn’t lower the gun. “I don’t have a sister.” “Your mother lied to protect you. So did mine. We’re both daughters of war.” The silence stretched. Then Eva whispered: “They’re coming.” Explosion — Above Ground La Morte Bianca's soldiers descended through the trees. Gunfire ripped through the courtyard. Adriana returned fire while Nico shoved Eva and Amara into the tunnel. “I led them here,” Eva said. “They followed me from Lucerne.”

~E V E~ I was astonished. She was everything that I was. As she head to us, I got even more confused, she was clearly not me in anyway but she has the features of the inyoka and most importantly—the amulet, she is wearing hers. “Man,” The barbarians tribal chief ignored the rest of us as she went directly to Zachariah, “Man from my dreams,” she said, I hardly could see what she was doing to him but I could feel Zach discomfort.

Carleigh said to Gab. I raised an eyebrow. "I can take care of myself." "I know. Just in case, Chantria, okay?" I just shook my head and looked back at the girl. That’s when I understood what was happening. I stepped back when I saw who they were surrounding. They weren't far from us, so I could clearly see why she was pointing the gun at the crying child's head. “Lorreine…” I whispered. I heard Gab sigh beside me. “She’s been playing with you for a while now. She only recently found out that you're the heir of the Zima family, so I don't think befriending you was all that fake.”

This woman was a witch and drained her blood which could help in making a person immortal then she used her blood to resurrect Liam. Eva gasped as she solved the puzzle behind this mystery standing in front of her. Liam had been reawakened and he was clearly out for revenge. She killed him ruthlessly and he had come with some vindictive purposes. "You brought him back to life with my blood. Thousands of people deserve to have a second chance at life but out of all of those innocent souls, you decided to bring him back!" Eva yelled and pointed discriminately at Liam. "He will bring hell to the pack but I guess you aren't concerned about that," Eva shook her head and a sob escaped her lips as

Relief flooded Evie as she reached a large piece of fallen masonry, pinning Liam beneath it. "I'm here," she said, urgency lacing her voice. "Don't worry, I'll get you out." With a surge of adrenaline, she channeled chaotic energy into her staff. It pulsed with a vibrant blue light, casting dancing shadows on the surrounding debris. Focusing all her strength, she blasted a beam of energy at the massive stone, shattering it into manageable pieces. Liam grunted in pain as she freed him, his shoulder wrapped tightly around his body. "Thanks, Evie," he rasped, his voice strained. "I think it's dislocated."

It looked like a family portrait. “Give me my sketchbook back,” Zavion glanced down from the book only to see the little girl glaring up at him. Her tiny palms were spread out to collect her book. She looked angry at him. Zavion wondered what he had done to incur this little angel’s wrath. He gave the sketchbook to her. She snatched it from him. Her doe blue eyes continued to fix him with her cute glare. He wondered if she had inherited her eyes from her dad. Eva had golden eyes. After taking her book, the girl turned around, and ran off to her room on her little legs.

“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.

“You don’t know these things yet you’re supposed to be a baron’s daughter. Even if your status is lower than a viscount, you’re supposed to know something as simple as this.” Oma stood up from her seat, her hammer in her hands, and eyes ominous. “Unless you lied to us about your identity. Are you even a baron's daughter or are you someone working for the exiled traitors? Tell me! Who are you?!” “Wait!” Evy began to step back while she was stricken with fear when the hammer started glowing an orange hue. “I’m telling the truth. I’m noble and I live here in Polvaros.” Oma had stopped listening to her and started walking closer.