Novel & Cerita Evie Zamora Thirteen

Instead, they circled, always orbiting closer, until at last the front door slammed and they were all together in the cold, their exhales blooming fog onto the glass. “You’re making waves, Evie,” Donovan was first to speak, though his eyes never quite landed on her. For once she was clothed—barely, in a faded Mercy hospital hoodie scorched with bloodstains. She cradled a half-empty mug, steam rising from black coffee she never intended to drink. She grinned, the cut on her lip still wet and stinging. “Good. That’s what I do.” Damon came up behind, trapping her on the porch with his arms slung over the banister. “Pack’s divided. Even Mom’s not sure what you are. Father wants to call a lockdow

The seven-year-old revealed that her name is Evie. “Attacked?” I ask. The girl nods. “Who? What pack?” Evie’s expression tightens, her small hands curling into the blanket. “I… don’t know. I just heard screams and blood… blood everywhere. And…” She pauses, staring down at her lap. “And?” Antonio asks. “It’s okay. You’re safe here,” Valeria says gently, caressing her back. Evie swallows hard. “Red eyes… I saw red eyes…”

Christian screamed from the upper deck. High above the battlefield, standing on the narrow edge of the highest stone rampart, Eva took a deep breath. The wind howled around her, whipping her wet dark hair across her face. Forty feet below her, the giant bio-construct brought its heavy hammer back, preparing to swing the glowing weapon directly into the main steel doors of the inner sector. Eva didn't use a rope. She didn't use a harness. She jumped. She threw her body straight out into the dark, rain-soaked air. For a second, she was weightless, suspended over the chaos of the burning courtyard. Then gravity took hold, and she slammed hard onto the upper slope of the monster's back.

She cooked it into his meals three times a day for years. Over time, he lost his ability to have children, and she never got pregnant again. Mom once told me, “No matter how hard it is, you must survive. Find a way to escape from here.” She spent her whole life trying to leave this place. On her tenth attempt, she tried to escape with Eve. They were so close, just one step away… That was when Mike accidentally alerted the villagers and surrounded them. Without hesitation, Mom shielded Eve, taking the blows meant for her. The villagers attacked her with sticks and fists, and the blows rained down on Mom.

Evie is walking toward me with that look that has me confused to be sure. “Evie, what the hell are you doing?” Cain can’t move either. “This was Abram and Zeke’s idea,” Evie says. “Fuck no!” Cain screams, as Evie gets closer. “I hope this doesn’t hurt,” she says to me. She grabs me and sinks her canines into my neck. I grab onto her as my knees go weak and we both end up on the gravel on our knees. “Fuck,” I groan, as my dick explodes inside my pants.

He was gentle with me, way more than Ellie, so he is like a father to me, but Ellie always fought with him when she saw him being gentle with me, saying that if father discovered this he would be pissed, that I needed to train and not to be spoiled. My book of destiny is blood-red with golden details, black pages with the letters in white and the title is my name, "Evie", like every other book of destiny. It's the story of a cold-hearted crown prince called Davey Hadassah with a dark past and the sweet-hearted Grand Duke's daughter called Lexie White with a lovely family and a good childhood. A differential thing about my book of destiny and the books of destiny' of other Immortals, it's the

She’s going to be mine, and the entire universe can adjust to that reality. Tuesday of the fifth week. Evie leaves the pub at eleven thirty, coat too light for the cold, backpack on her back. The street is narrow, poorly lit. I’m half a block behind, inside the car, engine running. I see when a guy peels away from the shadow of the opposite wall. Hood up, dragging steps, approaching too fast. “Shit,” I growl, already opening the door. “Zion, three o’clock!” But Zion has already seen. He’s already moving.

His sister is Eva. Eva: A Russian vampire and a leader of a resistance outpost that fell to the Nero family. She has snowlike hair that goes down to her shoulders and blue eyes like her sibling Dmitri. She loves her brother and knows more about him than most. She gets captured and held by Primrose. Her powers can manipulate the wind and air.

“So what’s your name? You never said.” “Oh sorry! I’m Evie.” The girl – Evie – smiled widely as she held out her hand for them to shake. “I’m living with my aunt and uncle in New York whilst my mother is on business in Europe. They’re my closest relatives outside of Canada and my mother didn’t want me missing any of my training. Hey, did you understand what Beatriz was talking about with the Accords? I got so confused.” “Tell me about it. I was nearly falling asleep with the boredom.” Sam said. He grinned at Max and pulled him into a one armed hug. “It’s a good job Max here was taking notes otherwise I’d have no clue what’s going on.”

She whispered Leona’s notes to herself as she typed, her heart racing. “Resonant pulse… entanglement anchor… sequence… match frequency…” Behind her, she could hear the sounds of the fight. Lucian grunting in pain. Marcus shouting orders. Metal clashing. Skin hitting concrete. Almost there. The final sequence waited on her screen. Just one more step. Then movement. A shadow fell across the screen. Eva turned. It was Zadie Monroe. Her eyes were wild. Her face twisted with rage. In her hands, a thick steel wrench, raised high above her head.