What Happened To Eve On Bloodline Novels & Stories

It was as if time had slowed down, every second stretched to an eternity. Driven by a surge of adrenaline, I lunged forward, pinning Robert against the wall. His face contorted with shock and fear, mirroring the emotions that consumed me. “What the hell do you think you're doing?!” I seethed, my voice trembling with rage. “Are you okay?” I asked, my voice now filled with concern, my grip on Robert tightening. She nodded, her voice caught in her throat. My eyes widened in horror as I took in the scene before me. Eva's once pristine dress was torn, revealing a gash on her arm, from which blood pooled on the floor. The sight sent a surge of rage and protectiveness coursing through my veins.

"But he ruined my life. He took my parents away. And now I’m supposed to fall in love with him, forgive him, and sleep beside him like none of this ever happened?" Nina blinked, stunned. So Eve was here on a mission? A vendetta? Revenge for her parents' deaths? Gaia was silent for a moment before asking, "Does anyone else know?" Eve’s answer must have been no, because Gaia said, "Good. Keep it that way. You don’t want that getting out. People here weaponize secrets for sport. And I hope you’ve gotten rid of every trace of the poison."

"It’s not them, Mom! The Council is using the silver in their blood to control them!" The survivors didn't growl. They didn't shift. They simply walked forward in a slow, synchronized rhythm. It was the "Puppet Walk." Every time their feet hit the ground, a faint red pulse of energy rippled through the grass. They were forming a circle around Elias, their movements perfect and robotic. "The Crescent Bloodline is a battery, boy," the voices hissed through Mia’s lips. "And a battery can be short-circuited. If we cannot have their power, we will let it burn them from the inside out."

Mom quickly handed me a glass of water. I forced a casual tone. "Mom, Dad, would you be sad if I died?" The air in the room seemed to freeze over instantly. A flash of irritation crossed Dad's face. "Is playing the pity card your new way of seeking attention? "Evelina, our family's bloodline is strong. When your wolf awakened at 18 years old, it was the strongest in the pack besides the Alpha's and Beta's. You can't possibly die from a little blood in your cough. Your wolf can heal it in an instant! Don't ever pull such a stunt again."

Chapter one. Evelyn's POV. “Your husband wants you dead!” My knuckles whitened as my grip on the steering wheel tightened. The person on the other end of the line had to be lying. “That can't be true," I stammered. "There must be some mistake. My husband would never try to kill me.” The line went silent, and for a moment, I thought I'd lost the connection. Then her voice came back, urgent and firm. "I know this is difficult to believe, but you need to get out of the car. Now!”

“My only job today is to make sure you don’t give birth. The Falcone heir can’t be a bastard.” "He's not a bastard!" I used my last ounce of strength to protect my stomach. "I told you, he's Darren's child..." I felt a warm gush of liquid between my legs. It was blood. A lot of blood. "Stop... please, stop..." She paid no attention, continuing to kick and punch me. "The Falcone bloodline will not be tainted!" Despair washed over me. I knew my baby wasn't going to make it. I lost consciousness completely.

Silence on the line for a beat. Then Father again, calmer but still edged. “We’ll discuss this in person. Soon. The pack is restless. Fix the fallout.” The call ended. I stared at the dark screen, jaw tight. They didn’t understand. None of them did. Eve was mine—had been for longer than any of them knew. And I’d protect her, consequences be damned. Even if it meant the whole world saw the blood on my hands. The phone rang again only minutes after the first call ended, the screen lighting up with Father’s name once more. I answered on the second ring, irritation already flaring.

A piece of glass was stuck in her chest, and Karen could smell the potent wolfsbane on her body. Eve. "No!" Karen whispered, covering her mouth with her hands. Eve had killed herself. Her last lead was gone. Karen watched, unable to move, feeling rooted to the spot. The guards dragged Eve's lifeless body out of the dungeons, the activity going with them. Karen leaned on the nearest wall, tears going her eyes. She bit her lip hard to stop her from crying out loud. She hung her head, her mind racing. Eve was dead. Her father was dead. Everyone who knew her personally from her old pack was dead.

“I pushed her… I killed the baby…” Kelly looked up, her hands soaked in blood as she pressed them to Hailee’s abdomen. “She’s bleeding badly—we need a doctor now!” Footsteps thundered down the hall. Nurses came running, along with other medical personnel. But Eve was already spiraling, her voice cracking in disbelief. “I didn’t mean to. I swear, I didn’t…” Alex held her tightly—soothing her, but her eyes never left Hailee’s. She had fought back—but she didn’t expect it would end up this way.

Dad Will started but I wasn't ready for all that. "Wait a minute, is this why you've been nice and kind to me all these while? Is it because you knew I was your sister?" I directed my question to Belle who had her head down. "No– Eve– that's not– you have to understand that–" "Did you donate your blood because you knew I was your sister and not because I was in critical condition? Was that why you did it?" I asked painfully. "Eve…" This time,I didn't interruptjer. I waited for her to say what she had in mind. But she didn't have anything to say. It all just confirmed my doubts about everything. She actually didn't do anything for me.