Prim Everdeen Novels & Stories

"How...how dare you...who..are you anyways?" The girl offered Darian her hand and made him stand up. Standing up to her full height, taller than everyone present there. With chin held high and Darian's hand in hers, she announced proudly. " Valerie Knight. Sister of Darian Knight. Firstborn of Evalinge and Daniel Knight And the princess of the land you stand on right now, Miss Jane from the zoo" The girl Jane's eyes widened along with everyone. Her position making them to step out of her way.

she added in a playful tone, “tell him to bring gifts. Wear a rhinestone mask. Sleep glittery.” I laughed—a shaky, fragile sound. “You’ll be an amazing evil godmother.” “Just helping. You both messed up—give him a chance.” “Okay,” I whispered. “I won’t run.” “Sleep, sparkly boy,” she said softly. “I love you, Lily.” “I love you too. It’s okay to love him.” Her words echoed: It’s okay to love him. For the first time in months I felt something close to hope. Creed's POV

Whatever it is, it might be the key to the questions about my mom and this organization that wants all of us dead. The children were with their dad as they walked on each side of him, clutching his fine, silver fur. Diana still looked scared and anxious as she felt her father’s fur on the side of her flushed cheek for comfort. Devon walked with his back straight, his face painted with patience and courage. His small steps were so light that I barely heard them clacking on the floor, unlike his sister’s. Devon was definitely a hunter—a born leader and warrior that Silver Crescent needs one day.

A Prince and a Princess. “She didn’t specify exactly how many pups,” she whispered truthfully, still feeling dreamy as an array of thoughts whirled in her mind. “Her name is Era. She is an ancient Lycan and has been the companion of several Queens over time.” Clyde paused to process this new information.

he repeated firmly, the deep echo of his voice reverberating through the room. “And no one questions what I claim.” My heart dropped, and my stomach churned with something unfathomable. I could feel the sound of my own heart shattering in my own ears. “Then it is settled,” an elder said, jolting me from my reverie. And just like that, I'd been claimed by a man who'd never shown me his face–Prince Darion. …

A new prince from the lineage of the Wakeham Clan that will continue the bloodline of the Primordials. “What are you going to call him, Holly? Did you and Evander decide for the name yet?” Sheiyan asked while smiling at the sleeping pup in Kian’s arms. Kian looked so scared, but it faded when Shei leaned against him as they both watched my child’s handsome face. “We will call him Evlon.” I smiled with pride for my son.

"This place holds a lot of memories." "It does," I admitted. She cracked her knuckles. "Ready, brother?" I took my stance, determined to show her I wasn't weak. But the smirk on her lips… that wasn't Michelle. That was Erin—the creator of the Goldrens, the princess of the Vampire Realm. She lowered her body into a perfect offensive posture. I charged, aiming to overwhelm her quickly. But she twisted elegantly—too elegantly—her golden hair shimmering like sunlight on water. A golden rod materialized in her hand, its red gem pulsing like a heartbeat.

Confusion clouded his amber eyes as he processed her words. Victoria's reaction was immediate and panicked. She forced her wheelchair between Ethan and my mother, her face contorted with desperation. "What are you talking about?" she demanded, her voice shrill. "You didn't save Ethan. My mother did!" She fumbled with the Jade Identity Pendant around her neck, holding it up like a shield. "Ethan, you gave me this jade pendant yourself," she insisted, her fingers trembling. "You told me to wait for you. I am Little Orange."

Atticus asked in disbelief. “Yes, she is the librarian back at the boarding school, but why is she here? Is she my surprise? Because I’m definitely surprised now, I said in a high pitched voice, very emotional for this encounter. “Viviane, her name is Minerva Greenway, former Luna of the Greenway Pack and my mother.”

Damien said quietly. "We did," I agreed. "We raised someone who survived impossible circumstances and chose to be better than what tried to break her." "She is not done yet. She is only fourteen." "No. She is not done. But she is well begun." Through the bond I felt Elena's contentment. Her satisfaction with the choice she had made. Her hope for what Convergence could become. She caught my eye through the classroom window. Smiled. I smiled back. My daughter. The Prime who defeated nine ancient beings. The child who survived trauma, training and betrayal. The young woman who travelled the world and came back ready to teach.