No Straight Roads: Eve Novels & Stories

"The Alliance has a total blockade on the Arctic sectors. Their 'Anti-Virus' fleet is ten times larger up there. It’s a dead zone." "We aren't flying," I said, a new plan beginning to form in my mind, the draconic syntax offering me a hidden path. I pointed to a tiny, flickering violet line on the map that bypassed all the standard Ley Lines. "We’re going to use the Sub-Directory."

Third POV Eve's fists were clenched in fury as Vespera strode out of the room, fully aware that she had orchestrated a plan to eliminate Helen, knowing all too well that she could succeed. Vespera understood that Helen's demise would place her mother squarely in his sights, serving as the final catalyst to drive him away from her, and she was absolutely correct in her assessment. As Vespera exited the room, brimming with joy and a sense of triumph, she believed this marked the beginning of her new era—one without Eve. What she failed to realize was that she had inadvertently exposed herself, something Eve would have never anticipated.

Everyone jumped. Carla immediately rushed into the room. She saw Amanda covering her mouth, her eyes red as she stared at the floor. "Mom, what happened? What..." She walked closer as she spoke. Then she froze. The long straw was lying on the floor and broken in half. "It broke?" Her breathing became shaky. A terrible feeling settled in her chest. She and Amanda looked at each other. At the same time, they remembered what the fortune teller had said years ago. "These straws decide life and death. The short straw represents the younger son. The long straw represents the older son. If one breaks, it means that soul has been destroyed."

We walked along a narrow path, and his kingdom loomed a few meters ahead of us. "This place looks terrifying," Camila said In a shiver and I couldn’t agree more. Dark smoke engulfed almost everything. "Guys, we have a problem," Kelvin mumbled. I saw thousands of demons rushing toward us, screaming from a distance. It seemed that this wouldn't be as easy as I had thought. "It's either we make it out alive or we die here," Matthew muttered, drawing out his weapon.

You taught me what love is," he said, plunging deep inside her. - You too. “And when she exploded at him, she screamed, “I love you, Nav. What a wonderfully perfect June morning: a stretch of road on the coast of California unfolding before me like a silver band, with the roof of my old MGB down, a visor to protect my eyes, the sea breeze to cool my face. Open roads meant possibilities. What would be behind the next curve? A stretch of white sand beach, a field of glittering Californian poppies of orange or one of the vines, a hawk soaring high in the clear blue sky? Or, to be practical for once, a gas station. Mellow Yellow was

“Then you move to the next level. But trust me, sweetheart each level’s worse than the last.” I swallowed, staring at the countdown as it reset. Erevos System – Zone 1. Round One: Complete.

Mara I wake to the sound of tyres humming softly on the tarmac, the woodsy scent of Beta Preston’s cologne in my nose, and the more flowery lavender scent of a woman. Frowning, I sit upright and look out of the windshield of the moving SUV. Ahead of us is a long, deserted road and the setting sun. I have no idea where we are. Red Ridge must be far behind us. I’ve never seen anything so empty and desolate in all my life. The world here is flat, with nothing but the road and grasslands as far as the eye can see.

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“None of this is.” “It predates it,” Evryn whispered. “This was buried before the Nexus was built. Before even Project E.V.E.R.” A sharp clatter echoed from deeper in the tunnel. They both froze. Not a system malfunction. Not a tremor. This was movement—intentional. Evryn’s heart pounded, a strange rhythm syncing with the hum around them. She reached out to touch the nearest conduit, and as her fingers brushed the surface, images cascaded into her vision again:

"Well, here’s the whole damn grid!" I didn't open my womb to deliver the child. I opened it to Ground her. I forced the silver light of Elena's core down through my legs, through Dante's iron frame, and straight into the rusted steering column of the Vane-Absolute. The "New Eden" compiler wasn't designed to handle that much raw, unfiltered electricity being pushed into a rusted piece of junk from the slums. The gold fist didn't strike us—it glitched. The sky over the Grey-Space tore open like wet paper, revealing a view through the fracture that made my heart stop.