Noah Evergreen Novels & Stories

Noah looked toward me as I slumped against the rough-hewn stone wall of the tavern. The early autumn wind off the Great Wilderness was biting, carrying the scent of pine and damp earth. Noah shed his heavy wool cloak and draped it over my shoulders, his scent of old parchment and cedar wrapping around me. He slid a steady arm around my waist to guide me toward the edge of the trail. His touch was respectful, devoid of any predatory heat; he simply wanted to ensure I reached my sanctuary safely, perhaps savoring a few more moments of my company in the quiet.

She was no longer afraid of herself. *** In the mansion’s backyard, Noah was pouring deer blood into a glass. He stared at the red liquid for quite a while, then drank it slowly. He had never really liked the taste of blood. But he chose to drink it anyway. Because he had promised himself he would never take human blood again. “That’s progress.” Selene’s voice came from behind him. Noah turned around. The woman was carrying a basket of freshly picked herbs. “Were you watching me?” Noah asked with a faint smile.

I’d do it myself over a few weeks, and he made a noise like I'd suggested eating the ash. Now there's eleven of them climbing out of trucks, grabbing shovels off the back, and I get a lump in my throat I'd rather not have in front of a stranger. "Staff?" the adjuster asks. "Family," I tell him, voice cracking slightly. "Big family." "You have no idea." Noah gets out of Finn's truck last, wearing my sweats, my hoodie and my beanie, with a brand-new shovel he’s excessively happy about. He looks at the lot, then at me, and the bond turns warm and then careful, which is how he feels when he's holding something back that he doesn’t want me to know.

Chapter 97 Before her, Noah stood like a towering sentinel, his massive form looming like a colossal mountain against the backdrop of the forest. His fur was a rich, ebony black, and his eyes—those brilliant purple orbs—were fixed on her, unblinking, and radiating an intensity that sent shivers down her spine. Noah's growl, deep and guttural in its tone, reverberated through the forest like a seismic tremor, causing the very ground beneath Myla's feet to quiver. It was as if the entire forest was held captive in anticipation of some monumental event.

He skids to a stop in front of me, looking up with bright, eager eyes. “Dad, Mom!” he exclaims, catching his breath. “When are we going to see Noah again?” I chuckle, brushing a hand over his dark curls. “You miss your elf friend, huh?” Enzo nods enthusiastically. “Yes! He taught me all about the forest! And he showed me how to make those cool leaf crowns!” Nyx crouches down beside him, a soft smile on her face. “We’ll see Noah again soon, I’m sure. Right now, we need to make sure our pack is safe. But when things settle down, we’ll visit him. How does that sound?”

Noah For the millionth time that morning, Noah’s gaze drifted from the stack of papers on his desk to the stretch of forest that was visible through the office window. The afternoon light filtered through the trees, casting that familiar, deep green hue over the landscape. Just seeing the expanse of forest, the rustling branches swaying in the breeze, made something primal stir inside of him. “Please… I need to run…”

My parents exchanged pleasantries with them and then— Noah. Impeccably dressed in a charcoal shirt, his tie slightly loosened like he was allergic to formality. His eyes, though—those green eyes locked with mine in a flash of heat so sharp it could slice skin. I looked away immediately while Noah charmed everyone with his playfulness.

Sienna's POV I grabbed it. "What is this?” “A summons!" he replied with pride, his eyes gleaming. "For Mommy and Daddy!” I carefully unfolded the envelope. Within it lay a green card inviting me to the class performance happening this Saturday at 10 a.m. There was a little illustration of kids singing and dancing in the corner of the card. My soul felt a glow. “Wow Noah will be performing?" I said, grinning broadly at him. Noah nodded eagerly. "Yes! Noah is a tree! A mighty tree! I have a line to deliver as well!”

“We wait too long, we’ll lose half the pack.” Noah walked to the bay window, staring out at the forest beyond his land. His reflection stared back—tired, furious. He didn’t speak for a long moment. Then: “Hmmm.” The sound was low, unreadable but Jake knew him well enough to hear the fury beneath it. Noah’s phone buzzed. He snatched it from his pocket, thumb hovering over the notification. Emma. He opened it. Please let me be. Thank you. He stared at the message for a long moment.

Instead, he opened the glass door and stepped out onto the terrace. "Dada!" Noah called out, holding up his crooked green clay tree. Killian walked over, kneeling beside Noah’s small chair. He didn't care that the wet clay was getting dangerously close to his expensive trousers. He looked at the tiny green lump and nodded seriously. "An excellent tree, Noah. Very sturdy." Noah giggled, a sound that felt like music in the quiet afternoon air.