Witch Edens Zero Novels & Stories

I used my air magic, so I lift the ash's off the ground and then I used earth to make a whole in the ground and place the ash's in the hole and cover it back up. Then we all go for some rest. In the morning the rain is coming down, so fast that you can hardly see through it. I look at Arizer and he is carving something and when I have a look I am gobsmacked. It is the most beautiful thing I had ever seen. It was a mixture of symbols for witches, wolves, elves and vampires all blended with swirls and flowers. It says in the middle "Here lies the bravest men and women I will ever meet. They deserve to rest in peace. Asher Evans, sacrificed himself for the good of the world."

I head in the opposite direction and look for the bus stop to go home, I go up and look for a seat, when a message enters my mobile. Scott: Eden I need you :( Eden: What do you want heavy? Scott: Azael isn't home and he doesn't take my calls. Surely if you call you will take it. Curiosity invades me from one moment to the next and I feel a tremendous desire to know where I was able to go with an injured leg and a broken arm. Eden: And what makes you think that? Besides, it's not my problem Scott, I think he's grown up enough to know what he's doing.

Making peace with myself with the thought, I followed through with my members until we found ourselves in the small river that separated the fields from the small neighborhood. Eden is found at one of the farthest parts of the werewolf territory, so it makes sense that old villages and places surrounded it. Also, if not for the emergence of their strong warrior units, Eden might also still be considered one of the countryside, old packs in the kingdom of Vamos and the werewolf community. “Why don’t we split up and just come back here when we find or not find any victim?” Julian suggested. “Yeah. Let’s give each other 30 minutes to seek some more victims, and if each team goes beyond that, we

ALPHA REX. Nothing ever comes easy. I would know that because that was everything my whole life embodied and so I didn’t expect winning Eudora back to come easy. Not when a game like this was designed to break girls like her till they were without repair. What I didn’t expect was the list of players who chose her to rack up to the point where I’d have to be in a battle with—

Far beyond the walls of the Alpha's mansion where the world grew quieter and the air still smelled of dew, a lone witch woke to the same dawn. Her name was Lady Eden. The forest around her cabin was still. She was not old, but her hair was grey. Her fingers were long and dirty from years of handling ash. She rose from her bed and stepped into the circle she had drawn before. Candles, White Chalk, bones, a werewolf skeleton, and a bowl of clean water that reflected her face.

“You’re serious? She’s a sacrifice, not a sodding pet!” “She’s a witch,” I replied, my voice steady as I traced the blade away from her throat and down her chest, feeling the warmth of her skin beneath the cold steel.“That’s why I chose her.” “Is she a light witch or a dark witch?” Leon, another brother questioned, his brow furrowing in suspicion. I held Elara’s gaze, watching as surprise washed over her face. “She’s neutral,” I said. “But not for long. I want to break her. I want to turn her darker than any witch to walk the earth—darker than us.”

Somewhere north of it, in a shooting lodge in Sutherland, nine people who were told what they were before they had to carry it are asleep in a building named after a room in Aberdeen. And under all of it, in a channel she can no longer hear, something very old is going about its business, in no particular hurry, waiting for a door that has opened four times before. "Quiet," she says. "It feels quiet." She picks up her glass. "I'm going to need about ten years to get used to it," she says, "and I'd like to spend them here." END OF BLOODLINE ZERO

“…Um, to be honest, I only know my friends and you that are participating. So I would say, my friend Kieran. Liam acknowledged what Roy said, as he thinks of Roy as a unique person, and he has a feeling that Roy knows what he is talking about. Liam lowered his voice slightly. “People are saying she might be watching.” “She?” Roy echoed. “Solace.” Roy blinked. “Who?” Liam stared at him. “You’ve never heard of the Goddess of War?” “Sounds made up. Like a wrestler's name or a mom with a temper.” Liam grinned. “Solace. The Hundred Breath Executioner. Ended the Battle of Scarlet Valley solo. No army, no backup. Just waltzed in and ended a war.”

The Spires of New Eden and the mud-shacks of the Mainland fused into a single, terrifying cross-dimensional landscape of silver data-towers covered in rust and river salt. I fell back onto the top step, my womb completely cold, my arms empty. The child was gone from my body, but she hadn't run into the building. She was standing five feet away in the boiling mud—a newborn baby with the face of the original Zora Vane, her tiny frame completely covered in the jagged, dark scars of the Alpha, her golden hands clutching the silver fountain pen like a weapon as the real-world military convoy surrounded her with their searchlights. Dante’s iron hand slowly reached out from the side of the overturn

Alexander caught her . “What did it say?” She didn’t answer at first. Then, quietly: “It’s a choice. One or the other. I can’t have both.” He stared at her, jaw clenched. “Then we change the ending.” But the ending had already begun. In the shadows beyond the vault, someone was watching them. Not a ghost, not a keeper. But a man with a sigil burned into his wrist—the Broken Flame, long thought dead. A rogue faction of the old society.