No Straight Roads: Eve Novels & Stories

she hisses. "I haven't started yet." We walk through the lobby of the club. Enzo is waiting by the door. He takes one look at my face and opens the door to the Maybach without a word. "Take us to the empty warehouse on Flatlands avenue," I order. Enzo nods and the partition slides up. At least he knows better than to question me. Eve stares out the window, expression utterly serene, as if she doesn’t have the slightest interest in why we’re going to an abandoned building.

The air was thick with anticipation as Eve, Luca, Damien, and a handful of warriors rode toward the Ruins of the Moonborn Palace. The road stretched long before them, winding through valleys untouched by time. The land felt eerily empty, as if even nature feared what lay ahead. Eve’s heart pounded. She had dreamt of this place, heard her mother’s voice echo through the void of her memories. Now, she was finally here, chasing a truth that could shatter everything she believed.

Evelynn’s POV The road stretched on until the gas was half-gone and the night felt like it was pressing too close. That was when I saw it - a squat building with neon letters buzzing BAR into the dark. The parking lot was littered with beat-up trucks and a couple bikes, chrome catching the lamplight like the eyes of wolves. My wolf stirred. "This is reckless." “Or it’s smart,” I whispered, cutting the engine. “We’re done running.”

* And that haunting truth followed us. Eve hadn’t spoken much since the Iceland incident. She ate, slept, stared. Her eyes glowed faintly in the dark, like they were recalibrating the world around her. Adrian watched her constantly, like he was waiting for her to glitch—like she might suddenly turn on us. I couldn’t blame him. I watched her too. But Eve didn’t falter. She drew pictures. Pages and pages of things she shouldn’t know. Maps of underground bases. Faces of people we’d never met. Chemical formulas. Frequencies.

I opened my eyes, the rusty ceiling and the faint smell of dirt on my room greeting me an early morning. I got up from my dirty mattress which is my bed and walked towards the tilted window allowing the sun to shine all over me. The early birds chirping outside greeting me on the starting of the day. "AMARA" my mom shouted warning me to wake up and get started with my work. I sighed. Already knowing that the day will be a hectic one.

she asked him. "It's in Wind SMDC," he answered. "It's near my apartment. Okay after I send you to your condo, can I borrow your car then. I'll check my son at home," she said while focusing on her driving. She is quite a daredevil driver but she drives smoothly now for Luther's condition. Luther played the music from his MP4 Car Player before leaning on his car seat. "Too many billion people running around the planet What is the chance in heaven that you'd find your way to me

Dalilah muttered, but her camera clicked again, capturing Zephina's silhouette against the glowing path. Riven stood at my left shoulder, his hand finding the small of my back with a pressure that felt like claiming territory. "The roads," he said, and his voice carried the rough assessment of someone who had spent his life measuring defensive positions. "They adjust to traffic. I watched the chariots shift paths without collision. Without command." "Ley-line resonance," I said. "Each vehicle carries a crystal that broadcasts its intended route. The road network calculates optimal paths in real time. No traffic. No accidents. No delays."

At last, they arrived. The academy loomed ahead like a fairytale gone wrong. Ivy crept up the flanks of its iron gates. Neo-baroque towers jutted into the sky like frozen spells. Lanterns flickered beneath fountains shaped like sleeping angels, but Savannah saw only walls—guarded, sacred, impossible. She gripped the tablet Julian had given her. The drone feed flickered to life. A black SUV pulled into the gated drive. A girl stepped out. Mira-Eve.

"Is Cruz still back there?" "Yup! Don't worry about him! He's been around for a long time! He took down a few, too!" Eve let out a low, guttural growl, looking in the side mirror. I looked over to see what she was looking at, and several more were coming up on motorcycles fast on the right. "Hold on!" She flung her door open, and one hit it and bounced back, and another flew over it. His buddy ran him over, taking him down, too. Eve slammed the door closed again and smiled proudly, brushing off her hands. "No, that's more like it." She looked up and there was a canyon ahead. "Um... Kalyssa... unless you plan on flying, I think you'd better plan on doing something."

Riding toward whatever ambush X had prepared. I grabbed the emergency radio—analog, EMP-proof. "Iron Kings, this is Eva Morrison. Do not proceed to Blackridge. You are riding into an ambush. Repeat—turn back now!" Static. Then: "Morrison? We read you. What ambush? Our scouts show clear roads—" The explosion lit up the eastern horizon. Massive. Coordinated. The entire highway erupted in flames. "No!" I watched helplessly as motorcycles disappeared into fire. "No, no, no—"