Romans & histoires Evie Zamora Thirteen

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.

Grey held my left hand and pulled me to the extremely long ticket line. "This stupid ass line is so fucking long and that guy is so slow, we'll probably get our tickets when the carnival closes", the oh-so familiar voice said in front of us. "Cam", he turned around to see me, along with the girl he was with. She was so fucking beautiful by the way; bright green eyes, brown hair and she looked Mexican and very familiar. "Evie, you're here, Ari, meet Eve, my friend and Eve, meet Ari, my new girlfriend", he pointed to her and I shook hands with her. She looked so fucking familiar but I couldn't put my finger on where exactly I'd seen her before.

Her blank, expressionless face had contorted into one of anger, her eyes narrowing and her lips pulling back until her teeth were bared. Abednego had stumbled back a few more steps and then had frozen. He felt simultaneously terrified and embarrassed. He has fought horrible creatures, dangerous enough to skin you alive and was retreating in horror from one infant. He got hold of back bag, got out a magic dagger and mercilessly slit the infant's throat.

Someone shouted into the empty house everyone had left for the party " _----------Jack POV. ---------- "Eve come down, " I told her trying to grab her hand but she ran into the dark cloud "Hey, what happened to you will run, " I said she could not hear me, and then I thread a familiar growl that was the demon I knew I had to fight at least it was better than fighting a cloud the darkness kept rising until I couldn't see my hands in front of my face. "let's fight, "I tried to turn but nothing happened back in my room I turned and was just as shaken as Eve my grey fur had turned black

Evie stood alone in the center, sweat glistening on her forehead as she practiced forming shields of flame. I watched as she repeated the process so many times that I lost count. Each attempt lasted a little longer than the last. Scanning the area, I noticed that Elder Mara was nowhere in sight. She was training even after everyone else had gone to bed. All for Tommy. I liked that she wasn’t doing it to impress anyone but to protect her child. I watched silently until one of the shields collapsed, and Evie let out a frustrated sigh. “You’ve been standing there for five minutes.”

She was weird — and beautiful. “Well, I hope you have the courage now,” I said with a smile I usually don’t wear. She looked at me and then down. “I-I am Evie. Evie Davies.” “Well, welcome Evie. Now, why would he appoint you? I’ve never worked with a female assistant before. What’s so special in you?” She started thinking nervously. To be honest, I was also thinking about why Trev would appoint anyone? Did he do it for me? And does she know where he is?

It was something immature people came up with just because they're blinded by the people surrounding them. But now he knew how one person can change your whole perspective of things. Ever since his Evie came to his life, many things have changed. His whole view of things, how he thinks about a certain situation, and even facing problems. He could also see how Evie changed not only his life, but others' too. Genevieve Cortes Dominguez was an angel sent from the sky, meant to guide and provide happiness for everyone she meets. She was an angel of light and kindness. The epitome of perfection, in many ways possible.

Rio was a sorceress, the hammer, her wand. "Come on! Hit me like you mean it!" Evie demanded, swinging her cutlass hard enough to strike a few sparks. Her face was flushed from the exertion, but she didn't want to stop any time soon. Her small frame dodged my attacks, doing a cute little spin before she lunged with fervor. With a chuckle, I ducked under her attack, grasping her arm gently and drawing her close to my body. Her lips parted as I held out her dominant arm, disarming her.

Evie didn’t know when her feelings comes to fruit seeing the boy who she had saved become the man who she wants to spend all her life with. Eve grew to become a beautiful grown woman who was known by Zhatierians as the reincarnation of the Goddess Khione, one of the creator of Afhrin and just as her beauty grew, her powers becomes stronger too. Just like her parents, she could manipulate her magic by not only freeze the things around her, she can control the elements by creating whatever object she has in mind. Be it a weapon or a glass ball, she was strong.

They looked like the frantic, desperate attempts of a man trying to stop a flood with his bare hands. ​She went straight to the West Wing. Jace was there, silent as always, but Evie looked at him differently now. He wasn't just a guard; he was a witness to a failing structure. ​She walked into her study and opened the Pack Law Primer. She didn't look at the lineages or the territorial maps. She went straight to the section on The Rite of the Luna’s Claim. ​If she was the target, she needed the armor. If Damon was the sword, she needed to be the hilt.