Prim Everdeen Novels & Stories

She stood tall, and faced the entrance to the clearing, before calling out. "O guardians of the Forests, let it be known that Princess Aelanor of the House of Zauarn, and her cousin, Nimuel Saeltheriel of House Franirinth are returning to the Eternal Utopia, with the intention of bringing peace and answers to the world."

She seemed to show great interest in my ability to see the future. “What did you say your wolf’s name was again?” She asked. I wasn’t sure why that was relevant but I answered, “Emerald.” “Hmm…” Alpha Everly muses. “It seems our wolves are sisters.” I tilt my head to the side. What could that mean? Everly’s POV

"They're here for Mother. They found the vault in the Alps, Dante. They have Eleonora." Ivy’s heart stopped. She looked at Dante, whose face was a mask of pure, unadulterated horror. "They have her?" Dante whispered. "Who has her?" The Firstborn looked at Ivy, his violet eyes reflecting a truth that the "Fourth Pulse" had been hiding in its deepest, most encrypted files. "The one who never left. The one who built the first nursery before your fathers were even born." If Arthur and Dante’s fathers were just the second generation of Architects, who is the "Primordial" currently holding Eleonora—and why does the Firstborn look at Ivy with a sudden, devastating pity as he realizes she is the onl

“They said, if the King wants pack, raise their child, prove it.” She sets the basket down. “Her name is Clay,” she says. “She’s First Blood, pure, first one born in ten thousand years, if you can love her, maybe you’re right.” The woman walks away, into dark. We stare at the basket. Cael, in Draven’s arms, opens his eyes. “Sister,” he says.

When we arrive, Yhendorn has already set up a welcoming committee of elves, welcoming me, Avani and Gaia home. As we fly in, I see Yhendorn pull a dress over Kenna’s body, just like Avani did to me. Then, Avani comes in for a landing and I carefully carry Gaia to meet Yhendorn. “Yhendorn, meet your niece, Gaia.” I say, handing her to him. Yhendorn carefully takes Gaia, turning to the group of assembled elves. “My people, may I introduce you to Princess Gaia, daughter of Princess Merethyl and Avani, the earth dragon.”

"The king will order our execution!" “Then, we take the secret to our grave." Pandora's voice was fierce. "I was unable to protect my first daughter, but by the Light-gods, I will protect my second." Too dangerous, but Garret was all for it too. This was their best chance to keep their daughter safe, and they would take it. "As far as we are concerned, the child I bore today was a male." Pandora looked at the baby. "His name is Emeriel. Emeriel Galilea Evenstone."

Then the child—Evryn—looked up from the corner. “I know where she is.” Everyone turned. Evryn stood slowly, her silver eyes glowing faintly. “I saw it. When I touched the Citadel’s core… I saw everything she ever hid. She’s on Terra 7. Underground. Deep beneath the ruins of Eden's Vault.” Kira blinked. “Eden’s Vault was destroyed five years ago.” “No,” Evryn said, stepping closer. “She just made everyone think it was. It’s still there. She's been hiding in the shadows, waiting for someone like me.”

I closed my eyes and when I opened them I saw the wind, water, earth, fire, dark and light balls surrounding me. "You did it princess!" Dad said. I'm so happy. Finally! Underworld I will get you again. I will bring everything back to what it is before. I am Aliyah Savannah Bloodstone, daughter of Drake Javier and Athena Evangeline Bloodstone. Lycans wait for your downfall.

I said, my voice dropping to a dangerous whisper. I raised my hand. The violet mark glowed so brightly it blinded the front row. "Fenris Thorne," I announced, the power of the Vespera diamond vibrating in my chest. "I am Elara Vance, the Last Primordial. I don't just challenge you for your title. I challenge you for your life." Fenris looked at the mark, then at Silas, then back at me. Realization finally dawned on him, and with it, a primal, gut-wrenching fear.

Chapter 1: The Contract in the Dark Raven Winterstar had always believed the world was kind. At eight years old, she lived in a sprawling estate perched on the emerald edge of Arcadia Prime, where sunlight filtered through ancient canopy trees like golden honey. Her mother, the Archdruid, taught her the secret songs that made flowers bloom out of season. Her father, High Priest of the realm, carried her on his shoulders through moonlit gardens, whispering stories of gods and guardians. Raven's snow-white hair fell in long waves down her back, and her sharp blue eyes sparkled with the kind of joy that made even the sternest sentinels smile. She never wanted for anything. Every day felt like a