Young Emma Watson Novels & Stories

This must be some sort of game. "W... what is she talking about Leo?" I questioned getting off the bed while holding the sheets to my chest. "That's Luna and alpha for you human." Emma spat. Emma and I had a long history in high school together. She had always been the popular student because her father and mother was the second in command to the alpha and luna. When I had turned sixteen she was hellbent on making my life miserable because I was not fit to be in a school for werewolf and so she made my senior years in high school hell.

she asked and he nodded. Emma glared at space before smiling. “At first, I was the talk of my pack because I didn’t have a mate. And I also pretended not to be affected by their talks, I pretended to be happy after my dad made me the Alpha at the age of nineteen and I tried so hard to prove myself because people said the Golden wolf pack was a joke because their Alpha was a lady and also a teenager”

The blaring of my alarm broke my peaceful slumber. Punching it off, I stretched my limbs before standing groggily on my legs. “Good morning, Jasper,” I said with a soft smile and kissed my locket. It’s the only memory I have of my true love. Wearing my slippers, I headed straight to the restroom to perform my daily routine. So, let’s start with the introduction. I am Emmaline Richard Dawson aka Emma. I am seventeen years old, an average teen blessed with a golden mind. Though I hail from a small town in Texas, I relocated to New York to pursue my career as a software engineer.

Ethan narrowed his eyes, trying to see through the darkness outside. Then he stiffened. “No… she’s not lying.” Emma finally forced herself to step forward. Slow. Unsteady. Each step felt like walking into a collapsing world. She reached the window. And looked out. At first, she saw only headlights. Black vehicles surrounding the cabin like a cage. Then she saw her. A small figure standing just behind Victoria. A little girl. Eight years old. Dark hair falling over her shoulders. Still. Quiet. Watching. Emma’s breath stopped completely.

I snap my head to Joesph as he asks, "So, will Emma be joining in on the celebration tonight?" I hiss low at him as I hadn't decided if I was letting Emma go, and after everything that happened, I still hadn’t told Finn the full truth about Emma. He knows her as Em and that she is a werewolf. He also knows that she is my beloved, as I accidentally marked her, claiming her as such when I returned from King Archer’s kingdom. I didn’t mean to, as I was still under the effect of the Viburnum poison. Before I can answer Joesph, Finn looks at me confused and asks,

I wanted to be able to protect everyone just as much as Matteo could, especially if I was going to be their luna. We came across a little girl playing in the field. Emi. She was about five years old, the youngest wolf we had at the moment. There were a few other children in our pack but they were older than her. Emi was my favorite. She was so sweet all the time and could make any day better. "What are you doing out here?" I asked as I approached her with a smile. "Picking some flowers." She responded as she held up the dandelions in her hand.

Derek shot up from his chair and began to stroll frantically, his heart breaking as he repeated Lucille’s statement in his mind. Emma was a werewolf. How hadn’t he seen that? Why hadn’t she had a scent? He wasn’t the only one with those thoughts though. Almost everyone in the pack had seen Emma, and they didn’t need any other person to tell them that Emma was one of Sheila’s daughters. That one was a spitting image of Sheila. They couldn’t believe either that they had treated the daughter of their best warrior that way.

she answered me. Huh, then if that is the case, it means that even Emma was born to be a Queen. “What do you know about that girl? What is her story?” Aunt asked after some time. I think she could see the questions written all over my face. If Emma was born to be Queen, then who the hell are her parents? Not only that, but that night when she changed into her wolf for the first time, it was scary. Her wolf was large; she only changed for a minute because her body couldn’t handle it.

But this girl is ugly and can also be called a freak. Emma looked around her with fear. Yes, her step-sister Amber is a beauty. But no one knows the original Emma. Emma is small, with her 5.4 height, and is also Slim. Emma has her mother's features. Her eyes are hazelnut colored and her hair reddish-brown. Her face can be considered beautiful, with fair spotless skin and good features. Emma has a very good figure. But she is scared to get noticed in the family. As a maid, if one of the made men rape her, no one will protect her. So She wears huge black-rimmed glasses, even though she doesn't need them. She uses braces, even though her teeth are straight and perfect.

Before she could explain, the two girls with her scurried out of the room. Emma closed her toolbox slowly, then leaned closer, brushing a strand of hair off my pale face. Her lips pressed in a thin line before she whispered, kissing my hand softly, “You cannot die now, Scarlet Underwood. You are the eye of the gods, and we need you.” My breath hitched—or it would have, if I still had one. Eye of the gods? What did she mean? I wasn’t a goddess. Damien called me that only to compliment my beauty, yes. But Emma… Emma meant it. Every word.