Novel Elang Dan Emilia Novels & Stories

[A/N: Just a little reminder that this book is rated 18+, as there will be sexually explicit scenes that some readers may find disturbing. ] Marcelo~ The constant pitter patter of rain drops against my window sill, was the only sound keeping me company, as I sat alone with my thoughts. Thoughts that revolved around a particularly interesting female. Emilia Anderson! She grew up to be a fucking goddess, one I'd love to worship on my bed. Those baby blue eyes and the sadness they seemed to hide, I couldn't get them out of my head. Not that I even wanted to, I've always had a thing for her.

Was Emilia fucking with him? *****************************************

“But I don’t know if that means he’s doing what’s best for you. There are things he knows that he hasn’t told you, Emilia. Maybe things he doesn’t want to admit even to himself.” Emilia lowered her gaze to the cover of the book. It felt heavy in more ways than one. She brushed her fingers gently along the cracked leather surface, tracing the faded silver runes. Her skin tingled faintly where it touched. “I dreamed something last night,” she said quietly. “It felt like… a memory. But not mine. There were voices, names I didn’t recognize. A forest. And a white flame.” Mochi tilted her head. “You didn’t tell him?”

sounding casual. I sat opposite the desk, “Are you ready?” I asked, my face straight and voice filled with confidence, my shoulders held high with pride. “Let's begin, Elena.” He said, gazing at me like he was searching for something, “You don't do without your pendant?” He asked, pointing to the necklace I had on, I looked down, touching it, “Yeah I love it, it's my favorite you know,” I replied immediately. “I know your greatest regret is leaving Emilia at an orphanage, but what exactly did the nuns do to you both?” I said, with a fixed stare. My eyes locked with his, “They hated us, they maltreated us, especially Emilia. I remember they always said Emilia lost her dad in a plane crash an

Emilia's gaze fell upon the mirror, and for a moment, she saw the girl she once was – innocent, naive, and full of hope. But that girl was gone, consumed by the flames that destroyed her family. With a quiet resolve, Emilia began her morning routine, each movement a testament to her unwavering dedication. She was no longer the victim; she was the phoenix rising from the ashes, forged in the fire of her own vengeance. Emilia's eyes locked onto the newspaper clipping on her dresser, the headline screaming "Blackwood Empire Expands: Marcus Blackwood Announces New Business Venture." A surge of adrenaline coursed through her veins as she read the article, her mind racing with possibilities.

This sounds so interesting, what is the title of the novel, so I can go get it at the bookshop. “ It's not a novel, it's actually my true life story.” Emilia spouted. “Oh gosh! So bad buddy, then what are you trying to do now?” Micah asked as if she's well concerned about her predicament. “According to the clans, since they chose me, then I should carry the torch.” Emilia says. “ Carry the torch?” Micah asked and twisted her fist in fury. “Yes I will just carry the torch, alright we are the event centre so, have your seat. I thought you said you were going to serve me some drinks.”

She said and extended her hand to me, I smiled and shook it. "Hi, I'm Caliana but you already knew that," I corrected, and we both giggled. Emilia was Levy's mate, they met in England not so long ago. We talk for a while and Emilia is jolly. Her phone rings again and she frowns, excusing herself to answer. "I'm sorry guys, this woman won't stop calling me!" She hissed, glaring at it. I was left with Levy, he sighed and caressed my cheek.

Hitting people is messy and inefficient and I pay other people to do that for me. I stop in front of Emilia's chair and look down at her. She tilts her head back to maintain eye contact and I can see fear in her eyes but she doesn't look away. Definitely smart. "How old are you?" I ask. "Twenty-three." "College?" "I graduated last year." "What did you study?" "I don't see how that's relevant." Carlos makes a strangled sound. "Emilia. Don't—" "English literature," she says, cutting him off. Her eyes are still locked on mine. "I studied English literature. Is that what you wanted to know?"

In two damn seconds. The big one roared and hurled itself at her. Emili didn’t dodge. She met it head-on. Her claws slammed into its volcanic skin — and pierced it like butter. The demon howled. She drove her claws deeper, gripping its chest, and her mouth moved close to its face with teeth that were no longer human. She whispered something to it. In a language I didn’t recognize — but that froze my blood. The words sounded like glass scraping over stone. The demon stopped fighting. It went still, trembling, its lava eyes locked on hers like a mouse hypnotized by a snake. Emili pulled her claws from its chest and shoved it away. The demon fell onto its back and began crawling backward, retre

The air between us grew thick with tension, as both Lucas and Emilio processed the gravity of my words. Emilio blinked, his eyebrows furrowed in disbelief. "What do you mean, Elyrian Blood? What is that exactly? Why does it matter?" I took a shaky breath, trying to steady my nerves. "It’s a bloodline that vampires have been searching for for centuries. This book," I gestured to the ancient journal that had brought me to this point, "it talks about it. Elyrian Blood is rare, almost mythical. And according to this vampire’s journal, it’s the key to their freedom over humanity. They believe if they can find people with this blood, they can live forever."