Revolutionary Princess Eve Novels & Stories

“Miss…” “Don’t call me. Just tell them to come and fight me.” “Miss, no matter how many they fight you, you will still win. They are no match for you.” The man still tried to speak softly and calmly, even though he desperately wanted to end Eve’s madness and the suffering of the gammas there. Indeed, Eve was no match for them. Although she was a girl, she was strong and fast. Moreover, she was a princess, the alpha's daughter who now led the LycroClaws pack. If Eve were even slightly injured, they could all die.

“During the Centum, although we sent a hundred tributes, only one survived to reach the Gate of Zolheim. And now, a favored tributes emerged among the hundreds of tributes of different race. Fortunately, our spies identified this specific tribute.” Khaevin looked confused. “The Supreme Emperor has a favored tribute after not choosing in the last nine hundred years? She must be special.” The king smirked. “Yes. She’s the seventh princess of Darantha.” Khaevin nodded. “There is a seventh princess?” “Yes, she grew up in seclusion, according to the reports. Her name is Nesca." The ministers exchanged murmurs again. Khaevin smiled. “A demon princess receiving the Supreme Emperor's favor, she must

All thought left her, as she curled into a peaceful ball and drifted quickly to sleep. Heath had been watching Faidh on the screen in front of him. Was she the one? Did she have the sequence he was looking for? Would she be the one to live through the splicing? He silently prayed he had found "the right" girl. How he had searched! Fifteen years had passed since he began searching for his "Eve". Every death, every disappointment reminded him of his own imperfections. He had failed. Time and again his efforts to save the human race had failed. THIS had to be the success! He could feel it. This girl was so special. He had watched her for months. He knew EVERYTHING about her. She HAD to be his "

She steps out of the barrier and is surprised to see about twenty to thirty men dressed in intimidating black clothes with wolf and sword symbols sewn on their shoulders stands around them. Adam raised his voice, “This is Princess Evangeline Carissa Zhatiera. Your new queen. Hail to Queen Eve!” All men knelt and repeat his chant. Eve smiled, a part of her happy that most of his men accepted her but she also sees some men was staring daggers into her. She turns to Khalid and also sees anger in her eyes, surrounded by his enemies but he remains standing with his head held high and his long white hair braided to the side. Eve sighed nervously and she raised her head, smiled as she tells herself

"How... maternal you look." Behind her, Princess Evelynn glided in wearing midnight black, her ruby mouth curved in a smile that promised trouble. Where Ivora was ice, Evelynn was the kind of venom that enjoyed itself — beautiful, deliberate, amused by her own cruelty in a way that made her more dangerous than someone who felt guilt about it. Then came Second Prince Lucian.

Evelyn. "Let it be known that Evelyn Nightshade, the princess whom you have made your slave, is your second chance mate." The Moon goddess priestress announced and shocked gasps filled the arena, mine included. I stared at the Moon goddess with wide eyes, disbelief coursing through my veins. That... That couldn't be possible. There's no way it is! How can the Alpha King be my mate and me, is second chance mate!?

The woman trailed off, her eyes focusing on Karen. Karen gasped. She recognized that face, she was one of her father's warriors. Her name was Eve. "Princess?" Eve said. Karen's heart started beating fast. "What are you...." Eve said, her eyes widening. "Why are you dressed like that? Why are you here? We thought you died and...." "Take this thing put of my sight." Kai said with a dismissive wave. "Yes, alpha." Nicolas said. "No, no..." Karen whispered, watching as Nicolas dragged Eve out of the throne room. "Let her go! Don't touch her!" She cried, her throat screaming out in protest.

It obscured the top half of her face, leaving only her lips and her sharp, determined jaw visible. "Lady Evelyne," her maid whispered, "the carriage is ready. The Duke is waiting." "Tell my father I will be down in a moment." Evelyne took a final look at herself. She wasn't the girl who died in the rain anymore. She was a weapon. And tonight, at the Marquis de Valois' ball, she was going to fire the first shot in a revolution that would change the Empire forever. She knew Alaric would be there. He would be looking for the obedient girl he could control. He would be looking for a mystery to solve.

the Satyr said in a strong voice. "We, Princess Saayan of the Realm of the Shadows, and Princess Aelanor Gaelemariel, of the Eternal Utopia, accompanied by our entourage, have come to ask for help from Queen Elektra, of the Dream Isles," Aelanor announced. "Ah, yes. The Queen is expecting you all in her chambers," the Satyr said. "What do you mean, Sir?" Nimuel asked. "How could she possibly know of our arrival?"

She even thought he's an angel for a second but because of the lack of wings she know he's not an angel which known as Holy Knight of Mother Eve. But she snaps out of it quickly. After all, she's a princess so its only natural to get her bearings quickly in front of somebody else. Riche Eden is a princess of the nation of Eden, second daughter of Louin Eden and one of his two wives, and previously third in line for the throne of Eden. Devoted to her homeland, Riche has chosen to defend it by running an independent investigation of the Outlaw conspiracy known as the Snake Crest.