Noah Evergreen Novels & Stories

I kept walking, my mind going back to the little things Noah used to like. The abandoned greenhouse at the edge of the east gardens. Anna used to take him there when he was tiny. They’d play hide and seek among the broken pots and overgrown vines. He probably remembered. Muddy child-sized footprints led away from the main path toward the old greenhouse. I followed them alone. The door creaked when I pushed it open. Inside, the air smelled like damp earth and old flowers. Noah was curled up in the far corner, knees to his chest, shaking. His eyes were red and swollen.

A loud shout echoed down the wooden hallway, followed by the rapid patter of small feet. "Mama! Look! Huge leaf!" Noah burst into the studio, holding a giant red maple leaf above his head like an umbrella. His knees were covered in garden dirt, and his dark eyes sparkled with excitement. Kenji followed behind, carrying a basket of fresh persimmons with a broad smile. "Look at that colors, Noah," Ethan said, scooping the boy up into his arms with one swift lift. Noah giggled, pressing the damp leaf directly against Ethan’s cheek.

- WILLOW The heavy oak doors to Noah’s private office clicked shut behind us. Noah didn't even look up from behind his massive mahogany desk when we walked in. He was leaning back in his leather chair, holding a crystal glass of amber liquid in one hand and flipping through a thick blue folder with the other. "You two took your sweet time," Noah said, setting his glass down with a soft clink. "I was about ten minutes away from sending a squad to pull you out of the burger joint."

Gideon pulled the door shut, leaving Noah alone in the quiet, firelit room. Noah stood motionless for a long moment, listening to the quiet crackle of the wood in the hearth and the faint rustle of pine needles against the glass roof of the greenhouse beyond the French doors. He walked slowly over to the glass, looking out into the dark, overgrown conservatory attached to his room. Under the dim starlight filtering through the glass panes above, he could see the tangled silhouettes of rare, wild flora,some of which he had only ever read about in his grandfather's oldest leather-bound journals.

Noah chuckled lightly, "Yes. That's exactly what I'm trying to say, actually. I was driving around trying to clear my head when I found this place and it did just what I needed." I briefly wondered what it was that Noah was getting away from. Maybe it was his father or... I didn't know but I didn't ask him because it wasn't any of my business. "I had a place like this in Saratoga," I told him, looking out at the water. I could feel his gaze on me, intently like he was interested but also surprised I was telling him anything. "It was this... rooftop garden on top of a tall, old building. Nobody tended to the garden so when I first found it it was just a giant mess with dead plants everywhere.

Grabbing my sunglasses, I burst out of the door and stood on the edge of my small porch, bouncing on my toes as I waited for the truck to come to a halt. "Happy moving day!" Noah's grin was wide as he swung down from the driver's seat. His easy grace and lithe movements always impressed me; he was such a big guy, all solid muscle and incredible strength. He'd told me once that part of his training included ballet and yoga, because the position he played on the football field required agility. I could totally see that.

He holds her hips tightly and brings his tongue deep inside her mouth, exploring and tasting her. "Please, please let me fuck you, Noelle. Please… Please don’t stop kissing me. Don’t ever stop…” He trails off, unable to continue, lost in the heat of the moment. But all he wants to do now is have her. To finally possess the body that he has secretly wanked to on countless occasions. He is the Prince of Evergreen, and that position situated him in the center of so many females' attention, but he has always had a soft spot for Noelle from when they had first met in the castle as children. He had admired her big hazel eyes and her natural ginger hair.

I add smiling thinking about my grandpa. "Why are you asking?" "No reason." Noah says with a smile. "Well I kind of got a job with Cryogenic Systems, the head quarters is in New York but got posted to Palm Springs, I'll be the new principal aero engineer there." Noah explains while I smile listening. "And I kind of wanted to know if you'll also be in Palm Springs." Noah adds and I smile. "You asked to be posted to the Palm Springs branch." I say grinning at him. "No I didn't." He says with a grin.

Another five years had passed. By now, the Temple of the Moon's reputation among various packs had reached an unprecedented height. Over the years, I had delivered countless oracles from the Moon Goddess, guiding the packs away from disasters that could have wiped them out. My name had become a symbol of wisdom and power. Noah, on the other hand, had grown from a pup who needed my protection into a calm, intelligent pre-teen. He had inherited my formidable soul energy. He could hear the voices of all living things and even see fleeting glimpses of the future during meditation.

It was half-full, the plastic stretched thin over the shapes of what looked like a few clothes and a single, hard object—maybe a book. Noah knelt down. He was wearing jeans and a soft sweater, trying to look approachable, but he was a big man. Even kneeling, he loomed. "Hi, Theo," Noah said. "I'm Noah. And this is Aria." Theo flinched at the sound of his name. He took a small step back, bumping into Mrs. Greene's leg. "He's tired," Mrs. Greene said apologetically. "It was a long drive."