Isolde plans to reject Valeria, but will she follow through?
Well, this bites. I just had to lunge at her. I still have no idea what compelled me to do that. I had my gun; I should have shot her. I didn’t have to kill her, I could have just gone for the knee, but no, some ass-backward instinct told me to jump and now I’m her prisoner. Talk about a role reversal. Though as far as prisons go, this isn’t a bad way to spend my time.The room has a lovely modern gothic style to it, everything in shades of black from the textured wall to the carpet and the furniture. A stunning black leather framed bed with a matching ottoman and full-length padded leather headboard. There’s a stunning black vanity with gold accents and an ensuite. The dim lighting gives it a soothing atmosphere and the pops of white and grey give the room lift. It’s not my usual taste at all, but I honestly love it. It's dark yet inviting and incredibly elegant.I take a quick look around and try the door to the right, but that only opens up to… holy shit, can I have this bathroom?!
As I put the plates in the dishwasher I keep waiting for the moment I’ll wake up. The moment I get to realise this has all been some fever dream and not the Goddess of Love playing the worst cosmic joke on me. I still can’t believe she fated me to a venatrix. I don’t care that she’s human, I just care that she’s someone who has a deep seeded hatred for all things supernatural. I’m not sure the animai bond can get rid of that much prejudice. If you’re willing to go so far as to kill people because they disgust you so much, I doubt you’re going to willingly change your ways and fall in love with one. As I bend and close the dishwasher I feel a shooting pain in my ribs that has my knees buckling as I clutch my side. I can’t go on like this. I’d love to act like I’m some tough person who just waves off pain, but I’m not. Makkares aren’t like other supernatural beings like shifters, we don’t have fast healing. We heal at the same rate as mortals, and right now that is a fact I loathe. Wha
As I lay in the grass letting the world melt away and time pass by, my head is suddenly filled with broken images. I see two large wolves struggling to keep their wolf form. They’re running I think… through woods. I try to latch onto the images and piece them together, but they continue to slip in and out of focus. I can see a group of people dressed in black and their faces covered as they chase the two shifters with guns raised. My eyes snap open and my fingers dig into the soil beneath me. Fucking venators. I’m still not at one hundred per cent, but I’m far more improved than I was a few hours ago. Definitely improved enough to take on a few lousy humans. I get to my feet and snap my fingers, replacing my maxi dress with simple jeans and a short-sleeved turtleneck and sneakers. Much more appropriate. I stretch my hands out letting my magic flow through my hands as they begin to glow that shade of purple I know and love. I feel my eyes change and as they do, I push my energy forwar
Guess who found the remote?! Turns out there’s a television in here. Took me a while, but after pushing a few buttons, the painting on the wall opposite the bed slid back and just like that, instant entertainment.You know, this prisoner thing is a pretty good gig. Free room and board, my own ensuite, cable TV with all the channels AND free meals. If I was at home right now I’d be filling out reports, attending meetings, training, overseeing council members and travelling the world hunting down supernatural people. While I may travel the globe, I never actually get to see any of the sights. I do my job and then come home. Right now being a bruja’s prisoner actually feels like a much-needed vacation, and to top it off, no family members to fight with. I love my family, but I could do without the arguments and the lectures.I’m scrolling through Netflix – without region restrictions – and squeal like a kid on Christmas. “No way! No one told me they made La Casa de las Flores into a movi
What the hell is wrong with this woman?! What kind of person can care so little about the lives of others to the point they’d happily let them die? What kind of parents intentionally raise their child to be like that? It’s utterly appalling. “Do you really want me to answer that?” She sighs as she puts her toast down. “I think I already know the answer. So why did you bother helping me? I’m a filthy monster, so why not let me bleed out like you would so many others? What makes me so special huh?” I question, my words getting angrier by the second. Her brows dip into a frown as she purses her lips, “I don’t know,” she mumbles. So I’m right to assume she’s just reacting to the influences of the bond. She’s acting without thought, doing things she normally wouldn’t, but if she wasn’t under the bond’s spell she’d have slit me from ear to ear by now. “You’re the one who said I’m stuck here until you’re strong enough, so maybe I just figure it’s in my best interest to let you get healthy
I race out of the kitchen and run straight out the front door. My feet stumble down the steps and I drop to my knees skidding across the grass. I can feel the burn coming from my knees, but it’s barely noticeable compared to the way my head is spinning and the fact I’m struggling to take in air. I claw at my chest and unzip the back of my corset in hopes I can breathe better, but it doesn’t help. I wanted her to be lying. I needed it to be a lie. But it doesn’t matter how much I wanted it; I knew she was telling the truth. You don’t come up with a lie that in-depth on the spot, but more than that, it was all over her face. Those beautiful warm brown eyes held so much dark truth in them, and I swear it looked like it was hurting her to say anything that would hurt me. She doesn’t even know me, my family held her captive, my brother tortured her, and I was going to kill her. Yet even though I’m held here against my will, she hasn’t done anything but treat me with kindness. Kindness I d
I was always so proud of our origins, but as it turns out the story I grew up with about Gaius was nothing more than a fable. What is it they say? He who holds the pen controls history. Supernaturals hid in the shadows, hiding from humans and Gaius took advantage of that. He wrote their story and painted them as monsters breaking into our homes and killing us, but that wasn’t true. They were people like Isolde who just kept to themselves or tried to help others and then we came along and snuffed their lives out without a care. I believed in a bedtime story and have even killed over that belief. I’m actually starting to think I’m worse than Mateo. Mateo never gave a shit about our legacy, he just killed because he liked it. He wasn’t pretending or deluding himself. He was himself at all times. But me? I buried my head in the sand and believed whatever company line I was sold. I deserve to be tortured like all those people Mateo hurt. I hear the sound of the front door open and click
It’s been so long since I spoke to anyone about what happened to my family and the events that have me living in hiding and to be honest, I’m still not ready to talk about it. I think today has been filled with enough revelations, we don’t need to open up the Pandora’s Box of my life to top it off, but I have to admit, seeing Valeria show me compassion like this and having her this close makes me feel for the first time in centuries that I’m not alone. “You don’t have to talk about it, I can tell whatever happened it still affects you,” she says softly as she reaches out taking my hand in hers. Electricity jolts through me the moment our skin touches and I want to bask in this feeling forever. It’s been so long since someone comforted me like this. When you’re all alone with no one to rely on but yourself, you get used to the loneliness, but it’s not until now, sharing this moment with Valeria that I remember how much I miss human affection. There’s Alaric from time to time, but it’
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I storm into the house with Valeria right on my heels, my mind still utterly flabbergasted by what just happened. “A paperweight!” I shout in annoyed disbelief. “I know, baby,” Valeria says, closing the door behind us and placing her gun on the table by the door. “I spend my entire life scouring the earth looking for this, thinking maybe it’s in some vault as a prized possession or buried deep within the earth. I thought of so many scenarios as to where this might be hidden, but at no point in time did I think it was just casually sitting on someone’s desk as a fucking paperweight!” I screech. “Tell me how you really feel,” she teases. “How do you mistake something that clearly appears to have an ancient language carved into it for something as common as a paperweight?!” I continue to rant, but I can feel amusement bubbling inside Valeria, and I can tell from her face she’s trying not to laugh. “This isn’t funny, Val!” “Oh, I agree your struggle and the disrespect shown to this
We step out into a long two-story hall. A teal-coloured carpet lays beneath our feet and runs down the length of the hall leading up a small staircase to a platform with two ornate and delicate-looking thrones that appear to be made from the world’s most durable coral. At first glance, the coral looks peach in colour but as the light catches it, it shifts into different colours. To the sides of the thrones are two gargantuan statues depicting the God Ezillus. The statue to the right depicts them in feminine regalia, and the statue on the left depicts them in masculine regalia. A clear tribute to Ezillus’ embodiment of all things masculine, feminine and everything in between. Behind the throne are three full-length curved windows with gold detailing worked into the glass. The vaulted ceiling above us houses several chandeliers covered in pearls, running down the length of the ceiling. The sides of the room are separated by Mihrab-arched columns running down each side, with coral and pe
Standing in the entrance hall of the Kartheca, I watch as Valeria continues to pace back and forth as the creases on her forehead begin to permanently set in. I can feel the agitation rising inside her the longer we wait. I know being here is unpleasant for her. I did tell her she didn’t have to come, but she made it clear that wasn’t an option. As she begins her umpteenth trip from one side of the room to the other, I pull on my magic and fan my fingers out causing her feet to get stuck to the marble floor of the hallway. “¡No mames!” She exclaims nearly toppling forward and assessing her feet. She looks up at me and narrows her eyes then proceeds to throw some very colourful Mexican swear words at me, some I can’t even translate. Something about a donkey? I’ll have to get a translation on that later. I walk over and cup her face in my hands feeling the zing of our bond through my fingertips, “Stop and take a breath. I know you’re agitated, but we won’t be here long. I promise,” I
With Izzy not here to act as a buffer, I excuse myself and go for a wander. Izzy ran inside excited about something, and I’m curious what that something might be. She told me that marked animais can see into each other’s eyes, but I’m not quite sure how to do that, and I can tell how much she wants to surprise me, so I’ll let her. I brace my hand against a nearby tree, take off my heels, and make my way into the woods just so I can have a moment to decompress. I come to a stop when the noise of the party fades out to a gentle hum and sit myself down on a fallen tree. I place my heels on the forest floor and gingerly run my fingers over the mark on my neck where I feel its slightly raised outline. Just touching it relaxes me, and I can’t explain why. I look up through the canopy of the trees just as the clouds drift past allowing the light of the moon to shine down into the forest. Its soft rays of light beam down into the forest making it look like an ethereal land, not of this worl
“That was a beautiful ceremony,” Makbule praises.“Thank you,” I smile, keeping my arm tightly around Valeria. I can feel how joyous she is about having restored and completed her bond, but her apprehension of being near an irshiust is starting to shine through, though I can’t say I blame her.“It’s been so long since we attended a marking ceremony, no matter how many we see, they continue to be a magical experience,” Müjde sighs dreamily.“I see not all of you came,” Valeria says sardonically.“As much as our sisters would have loved to attend, we can not all stop our duties for one gathering. There is still much going on in the world that needs our assistance, and our duty always comes first,” says Zehra.“So where were you when Izzy needed assistance? I mean, I understand being put on hold, but for centuries seems like overkill to me,” says Valeria flippantly. I stroke her side and place a gentle kiss on her temple, relishing the electricity once again ignited by our contact.“Val,
۩ISOLDE۩ I’ve never been so sucked in, in all my life, and this is coming from someone who used to wear corsets as part of everyday wear. They weren’t as bad as people make them out to be, and they provided incredible back support. But there is no support in this dress. I’m afraid if I bend over my breasts will fall out of my dress, though Valeria might enjoy that, but maybe not in front of guests. I apply another coat of mascara and spray a little more hairspray over my hair and give myself a final assessment. This is the most dressed up I’ve been since my first date with Valeria, but it feels good knowing it’s for our marking ceremony. I wanted her jaw to drop, so I’ve chosen a strapless A-line dress with a sweetheart neckline and a slit up to my hip. The fabric is a metallic chiffon in a gorgeous gunmetal colour that gathers diagonally across my body. It looks like my body is coated in liquid metal. My hair is slicked back leaving my face and shoulders completely unobstructed, an
This past week has been terrific for my self-esteem. Not that I needed a self-esteem boost, but it never hurts. Tweedledum has been our personal servant and I have loved every minute of it, especially since he couldn’t use his magic as much as he liked. Welcome to being a human! To his credit, he has done a fantastic job at preparing everything for our marking ceremony. I haven’t been allowed outside to see the final touches, and I’m dying to. I tried to peek out the window, but Arthwin magically removed the window entirely, which was a dick move. I’m finishing getting dressed in my old room while Izzy gets ready in our room. It’s nice that there are some human traditions that overlap, like me not being able to see Izzy before the ceremony. I can’t wait to see her, I know she’ll look stunning, but this is the longest we’ve been apart since her capture, and I don’t fucking like it. Izzy has been staying close, and I think it’s because she noticed that I still have pain from the reject
I couldn’t sleep a wink. One would think now that I have nothing to fear or worry about that I should be able to slip into the best night's sleep of my life. I suspect anyone who would think that has lived a very easy life. The fears that kept me up at night may be gone, but that defence inside me is still up. I spent all night watching Valeria sleep peacefully in my arms, terrified if I let my eyes close, I’d wake up only to find myself back in that cell awaiting my execution. I know everything is over and the truth is out there, and soon every makkari will know the truth, but it hasn’t sunk in as much as I thought it had. You don’t live in fear for two centuries and lose all those survival instincts in mere hours.It wasn’t so bad though. Watching Valeria sleep, knowing she’s safe in my arms helped relax me, while simultaneously filling me with guilt. She won’t tell me just how much pain she’s in from my rejection, not that I blame her. She puts on such a brave face and it’s eating