Novel & Cerita Revolutionary Princess Eve

It weighed heavily on me that my people were choosing a life without hope. “The Oracle is an immortal vampire who once taught the first king. What makes you think she will help the princess with her gift?” I peered up once more at the men in the room, hands behind my back. “Because of her mother, Naevia. Nyssandra and she were close friends.” I swallowed. I hadn’t spoken Naevia’s name out loud in years. Not even to Sarah, but I always refer to ‘your mother’ when talking about her. The men nodded. “Send her if you think this is what we need,” said the head Elder.

the leader of the eunuchs, Eli, quickly hugged her, saying that it was he who saved her and not her father the king. "Eli," she muttered weakly. It was the only word that comes out from her mouth in conjunction while shedding her tears. Her body, although she was able to move now but it still weak and trembling with fear. "They're gone, Princess Amayah. Your parents and Princess Aloha are gone. They are all dead." Eunuch Eli said while crying as he hugged her tightly. Then he suddenly released her as his eyes widened. "You need to get out of here. You need to escape."

He already expected it, but he thought she was too fast. Raziel gave the servants in the room a look, and they began to walk out. The princess smiled at that. "You have lots of human servants. That's what they are born to be anyway..." "Your name." Raziel demanded, shutting her up. "Forgive my manners my prince. I was carried away with how good you look." He thought she talked too much. "I am princess Evelyn." "And you were sent here to be my bride." His hand was suddenly on her neck, and the princess almost jumped in fright. "I am guessing you are a pure blooded vampire as well."

the woman continued to explain, slowly turning around to rest her eyes on her student. "Traits which the citizens of Lunaris hope are passed down to the next successor." However, the sight she saw caused her left eyebrow to twitch with great annoyance. This last line was hinted towards the young girl, who was at the prime of entering adult age, despite her looks that suggested otherwise. Laid with her head pressed against the desk, the princess was asleep with drool running down the edge of her mouth. Music blared from the pink earbuds placed in her ears.

She did not want to die as the one who broke the successive peace that the Moon goddess dreams of for the future and balance of Selestine. How will she face her ancestors and the past Priestesses that have held their own piece of Selestine’s sky to fulfill its peace, prosperity and balance? But no matter how unwilling and desperate she feels, death will not give her the time of day. Priestess Eva’s breath grew weaker and weaker as she watched the receding back of King Regor and Crown Prince Rogeus before finally succumbing in the pull of darkness, but her eyes did not close, as they are unable to fully rest due to her extreme unwillingness.

PART ONE: Eve a beautiful virgin milkmaiden enters another realm which is ruled by three supernatural kings, Aron a vampire, Alexander an incubus prince, and Caspian an alpha prince, they become obsessed with her blood, milk, and her lower lips, they decide to share her and force her to marry them **************** As soon as Eve crossed into the shimmering portal, the Kingdom of the Triple Crown materialized around her, stark and primal. She had only blinked twice when her feet planted on cold, wet stones. The first figure materialized out of a swirl of brimstone—tall, pale, and haunting.

The other party thought he caught the Elven Princess, but in reality, he saved her. This had been a misunderstanding. “Who are you to Evie?” David asked again. “Evie is the Elven Princess and I am Queen Isa of the Elves. Who do you think I am to her?” Queen Isa’s expression still did not change. “Princess Evie? Queen Isa? Are you saying you’re Evie’s mother?” David looked like he had come to a realization. No wonder she wanted to kill him the moment she saw him. They were mother and daughter.

I feel the color of my eyes gradually change. “Oops! It’s the Night of Bloods already! Any last words for her? Hmm?” She said with a laugh. Cassie was struggling to get off of her but she just brought the dagger near her neck that the tip touched Cassie's skin. “Who the hell are you?!” I angrily questioned her. Still trying to control myself. “Who am I?! I am Julia Evangelista! The only princess of the Evangelistas.” She arrogantly said. “How about you? Who are you? You’re so brave to talk to the princess like that!”

barely a whisper. "Just look at me, Evie," I whispered, stretching out one hand to touch her face, brush away her tears. Her touch would be a balm against the fiery uncertainty coiling under my skin. Like cool water after a burn. She flinched, crawling backward. "You don't deserve my eyes." "Evie—" "My name is Evelyn. I'm a princess. Next in line for the throne. Who the fuck are you? Some scum-sucking bottom dweller. A snake," she seethed. Her chest rose and fell quickly, so much venom in her voice.

"They came to see if she was ready." Eve’s breath hitched. Ready for what? A sharp pain shot through her skull, and suddenly, visions flooded her mind. A throne made of moonstone. A kingdom in ruin. Her mother’s voice, whispering her name. Eve gripped her head, gasping. The war for the Werewolf Throne had begun. And she was the key.