Evie Zamora Thirteen Novels & Stories

But it was familiar. "Are you scared, Levi? I am the angel of death for you." Evangeline said in a voice that did not sound like Evangeline. Even her voice sounded familiar to me but I still could not recognize it. Levi started crawling backwards as Evangeline was stalking him as if she became a predator. In a blink of an eye, she grabbed him by his throat and pinned him with the nearest tree. "But you can call me Dabria. I will tear you into shreds and will make you count each and every shreds of your body." She added and started laughing hysterically.

"I just wanted to say that Sebastian will do anything so save your grandmother. Don't let your self believe on anyone except on us." "If I trust you can you give my grandmother back to me? And who is Matheus? Why did he take my grandmother ?!" I promise with a trembling voice. "Matheus is the king of Orpheus. He's an evil and he'll do anything to destroy us." Its a cold answer. "And what have we got to do with you? We are just humble people." Is it just human? "Yes you're a human ... but, your grandmother is vampire." A vampire?

Quickly, he looked back to Jordyn as he got back to his feet somewhat slowly. Jordyn was now levitating in the air, her hair was a fire-engine red,Her eyes were pitch black, just like in the forest. “They’re coming for me.” Vivian’s voice was familiar to him, but it was obvious that it was strange to everyone else in the room.

Eva replied with a cold smile, and then immediately phased into her wolf. Meari was stunning. Only the four of us had ever seen Eva when she phased into Meari. Reese, the twins, and I. Meari was a white wolf, but even in the waning sunlight, she almost seemed to shine. She stood almost five feet tall, measuring from the tips of her ears down to her paws. But she wasn’t all white; she had two markings on her that I knew came from the Moon Goddess herself. Reese told me that it was clear that the Goddess had blessed our daughter once you saw her markings.

Something is scribbled across it in Rachel's handwriting. "Lies and secrets, they are like a cancer in the soul. They eat away at what is good and leave only destruction behind". "This sounds like something an Arrowverse or Marvel character would say", I laugh at Rachel. "Cassandra Clare", Rachel calls out. "Don't know her." "She's one of my favorite authors. She wrote The Mortal Instruments." "Never thought of that either", I shrug. "Where are you with your speech?" "Literally nowhere." "Do you want to go grocery shopping? Your fridge is empty and I'm having this weird craving for gummy worms", I suggest, not wanting to spend a second longer watching Rachel write her speech.

She takes the box of cereal and shoves her shameless hand up her mouth. "Evie? Are you home?” Knocking on the door was Felippa Moore. She was the best friend Evangeline ever had. Evie was already living in the trailer when Felippa’s family arrived with one. They were seven and eight at the time. It had been more than thirteen years of friendship, without a fight. That was an unparalleled friendship. "Get in there!" Evie says, sitting on a bench at the table. "Where is your mother?”

She just HAD to be! As he watched Faidh sleep, Heath thought about how different things would be for the world, now that he had found Eve. Humanity wouldn't die out. Heath was beginning work on his PHD in Biophysics in Nineteen Eighty-Five, when he met May-Ellen Reardon. She was a Math Major who believed the world would end through a new world war. She watched every newscast she could find. She subscribed to numerous newspapers. She spent hours at the grocery store magazine racks. Any hint of conflict anywhere in the world reaffirmed her suspicions. Heath would patiently listen to her daily comments of, "see, I told you it was coming," or, "This is going to be so so bad. They're just gonna w

“I’m Evie.” “Zoe,” I say, shaking her hand. “And this is my brother, Bastion,” I add, pointing to him over my shoulder. She gives him a small wave and blushes as she takes him in. “What course are you on?” I ask her, trying to distract her from Bastion. “Economics and business,” she says. “You?” “Same,” I say, and grin at her again. Evie and I chat as we make our way to comms for lunch, and she joins me at the table with Corrine, Briar, and Talia. She’s sweet, a little shy at first, but once she relaxes she fits in well with the others.

She could not fake that one. People could change faces, but they could not change their blood and bones. Evie flipped through her notes and was satisfied that she could remember the contents. Her good memory was working and she was no longer afraid of not making it to university. Evely Hunt wanted to study design, but she never got to. Evie would do it for her. She was still immersed in her notes when she felt movement on her right. Evie quickly turned to the direction of the door and saw a mandrill standing there.

It would be bittersweet, but she wouldn't miss it for the world. Hearing another set of tires squealing, she turned to the street and saw a lone youth, maybe twelve or thirteen, it was impossible to tell in the dark. He had his head down, talking on a cellular phone and didn't hear the car - the driver of which didn't seem to see him. Evie knew she could be killed, but she didn't pause to think. As quickly as she was capable of moving, she ran into the street and shoved the child out of the way. Then shock and pain crashed through her body and everything went black.