I’ve quickly realised that being Jartre’s soulmate means I have to process overwhelming doses of unimaginable information on the weekly. I feel like my head is going to pop off. Sometimes what I learn is amazing and has me feeling like a child looking at the world in wonder, and other times it makes me want to shake the shit out of him and ask him if they make supernatural therapists because he sure as fuck needs one.I was able to accept what Ezillus told me about Jartre’s – for lack of a better term – psychotic break but learning just five years ago he intentionally murdered innocent people and tortured another…THAT'S pushing my limits. It’s not like I can go to the police, and as horrified and disgusted as I am, I don’t feel like I have a right to my moral outrage. No magical person is out for his blood. The guy he wronged ended up coming to HIM apologising and wanting peace and the chick he tortured was grateful he at least exposed her lying animai. Is it just me or is the superna
***I look down at the bowl in front of me, my abdominals aching from the laugh I’m struggling to keep inside. I bravely lift my fork and jab it into the food, picking up a mushy clump on my fork while Jartre watches me with bated breath. I steel myself and eat the forkful of food. I close my eyes, tears pooling behind my lids as silent laughter wracks my body as the mushy, yet tough, burnt concoction sits in my mouth refusing to go down my throat.I bite down, something crunching unpleasantly between my teeth that causes me to lose all composure. I grab a napkin and spit out the mouthful of food, breaking into a fit of laughter as tears stream down my face.“Is it that bad?” Jartre asks, his face looking almost bereft.I reach out, grabbing his arm as I fight to control my laughter. I take a large sip of water, swallow down whatever is left in my mouth and wipe away my tears.“It is, without a doubt, the most bizarre and most atrocious stir fry I have ever eaten in my entire life. I
“Stand up,” he orders. With shaky legs I rise to my feet, my heart pounding in my ears and drowning out the sound of my playlist. “Bend down and touch your toes.” I swallow hard, slowly bending my body forward, touching my toes as he instructed.His hands knead my ass firmly, squeezing them until they disappear only to come down on my cheeks in a thundering smack that shoots through my body. I jolt, letting out a cry as the sharp sting spreads across my cheeks, but as he massages and caresses away the sting, I find myself becoming wetter. He does it again, and again, my breathing now laboured as I struggle to hold my position.He takes a firm hold of my ass cheeks and spreads them wide, leaving me completely exposed to his lustful eyes. A deep hedonistic moan leaves my body as I feel his tongue glide up my pussy, starting at my clit. His tongue briefly dips into my pussy, and he lets out a primal growl that makes my pussy vibrate, but he doesn’t stop. His tongue continues up to my ass
This past week has been…beyond words. Being alone with Jartre in our little paradise was like living in a dream. I’ve seen and experienced things I never imagined possible. I’ve learned a lot and processed a lot but because of it, Jartre and I have grown so much closer. I understand him so much better, and he feels more carefree than he has been since we met. It makes me sad for it to end, but unfortunately, the real world awaits. However, now that I’m returning home there is a dark cloud of foreboding looming overhead making itself known. I’ve tried to keep it at bay these past few days, but I knew it wouldn’t last.Jartre transports us back to my apartment, and as I go to take my luggage upstairs, he’s quick to snatch my hand, holding it gently in his. I look back at him to find his vibrant silver eyes clouded with concern.“Gabriella, what’s wrong?”“I’m just sad to be home. I was really loving the island,” I sulk.He gently brushes his thumb against the back of my hand sending ripp
Standing with Ayawamat and Orenda along the rocky cliffside of Neptuak Mountain, we keep our distance as we observe a blanket of darkness moving across Moraine Lake. From far away one might think it’s a bizarre black fog, but it’s something far more sinister. Thousands of eyti travel as one, their shadowy forms floating across the tranquil waters like sharks approaching a wounded seal.“This group continues to move south. They haven’t stopped once,” Orenda announces, the disquiet written all over her face as she watches the shadows below.“They would have had to encounter people several times before they got to this point,” I utter in perplexity.“They did, but they completely ignored them,” Orenda answers.I turn to her in astoundment, that unsettling feeling in my gut now growing stronger.“Whatever they’re drawn to, it has their complete focus. I’ve never seen anything like it. It’s almost as if they were spelled. Like rats following the Pied Piper,” says Ayawamat with unease.“Cou
“Are you okay?” Derrick asks me while zipping me into my dress. I simply nod as I put my earrings on, my mind stuck a million miles away. Derrick turns me around, looking intently at me through his voluminous fake lashes as his eyeshadow glitters in the light. “Bullshit, and I know this isn’t because they dared use green spotlights in rehearsal today.”“I really do hate that colour,” I sneer.“You’ve been acting weird since you came back from your vacation. Did something happen? Did he hurt you?” he presses.I smile shaking my head, “Jartre was amazing. It was the most incredible experience of my life. I still need to show you all the pictures I took.”“Yes, you do, but that's not the point. If you're not upset about the getaway, then what is wrong? I know you, Ella, something has you distracted.”I sigh, leaning back against the makeup station. “If you had to make the hardest choice of your life, what would you do?”“I guess that depends on what I’m choosing between.”“Well, right now
Knowledge is power…everyone knows this.What people neglect to mention is the burden that follows suit. Imagine knowing every possible choice each person will make before they’ve even learned there is a decision before them… it’s a powerful thing. But being the one to guide each person, to ensure they follow the right path and preserve the future…well, THAT is the burden I bear.For thirty thousand years I have worked tirelessly to unite these people under one banner, to allow them to come together and fight as one mighty force, and now it’s time for me to break my silence. It’s time they all learned of the peril that awaits them so they may prepare themselves for battle.I appear before the grand, ornate doors of the Kartheca’s meeting hall, feeling the magic radiating from within and hearing the whispered conversations clear as a bell. I push open the doors and step into the large, stone chamber, breathing in the serene energy of the room.As I enter, each of my daughters, and our g
I take my place, standing at the table as the others take their seats and Oshmin comes to stand behind Yildiz with his hands on her shoulders. Right on time, Morrtemis, Merlos and Ezillus arrive. Sebastian and Lemuel understandably tense at Merlos’ presence and her smirk doesn’t help matters so I do my best to release an extra wave of tranquillity over the room, the others look upon each God in surprise and reverence.“Mother Morrtemis,” Amelia whispers in awe as she, Marcus and Chris lower their heads respectfully.“What a warm welcome, and a hello to the six of you,” Morrtemis greets, acknowledging the presence of their wolves, their eyes glowing in acknowledgement of their maker.“We’re all here, so this better be good,” Merlos says with disinterest.“Lighten up, Merlos. When was the last time we were all gathered like this?” Ezillus teases, nudging her arm playfully.“We’ve never been gathered like this,” she says brusquely.“Exactly! That’s what makes it exciting.”“Hey, all we n
I walk down the front steps of the beach house, making my way across the sand and over to Jartre who continues to stare out at the horizon. I sense his anguish and guilt and if our bond were complete I’d probably be crushed by their weight. That’s the thing most people don’t realize about Jartre. Jartre feels everything far more intensely than others. His own emotions are a destructive force to himself and those around him. His love for Apaki nearly destroyed the world and then his love for me nearly did the same thing, only on a much larger scale. His guilt, disgust and shame birthed a new God and that has come with its own set of problems. I can’t blame Jartre for wanting to run and hide from his feelings all these years because it seems whenever he lets them out, someone gets hurt.“Are you going to keep standing there watching me?” he utters, not sparing me a glance.“I didn’t want to disturb you. Do you want to talk?” I gently ask.“I’m sure you already know what happened, so wha
I appear in a wide open, sparse living room surrounded by walls of stone and endless glass windows that look out onto an incredible mountainside from atop a hill with trees as far as the eye can see. The sound of the rain echoes around this somewhat hollow domain, each drop beating down on the glass ceiling and cascading down like a waterfall all around me.“What do you want, Jartre?”I look over to see Oshmin sitting at an oversized dining table, his head buried in his hands while flecks of golden glitter in his azure hair manage to twinkle in the light of such an overcast day. A simple whiff is enough to tell me Yildiz is here too, but as I pay closer attention I can feel her energy emanating from somewhere upstairs.“I’m sure you would love more than anything to throw me out, and that would be more than fair, but I’m hoping you’ll give me a chance to speak,” I say with all the confidence I can muster. I feel like a human child confronting their disappointed parent. It feels revolti
Instant relief washes over me when Gabriella finally appears. She crawls onto the bed, collapsing and snuggling up to me, wrapping her arms tight around my body and nuzzling against my chest, setting my body ablaze. I put the TV on mute, wrap my arms around her and plant a tender kiss on the top of her head.“How did it go?”“I knew it would be emotional but…that was even harder than I anticipated,” she exhales.I gently comb my fingers through her green locks as I tenderly run my fingers up and down her arm, her scent swirling around the room putting me at peace. “Did Fretez put up a fight?”She shakes her head, “No, she was very sympathetic and understood why I wanted to do this and said that ultimately it’s my decision and she no longer has a say on the matter. That alone is crazy to me. I mean… having the power to move the spirits of the dead from one plane of existence to another…it’s insane to think that’s something I can do now.”“And how did the young Alpha handle it?”“I thin
The tender moment is interrupted by the suite's buzzer, so I reluctantly free my hand from the mighty grip of my daughter and answer the door. I stand there, mouth agape, looking up at the 7’7” Goddess standing at the threshold of my suite. Dark, yet radiant forest green hair frames her face in long natural waves while her bright, silver eyes look down at me with apprehension.'What would a Goddess have to be apprehensive about?' Zara utters in astonishment, echoing my own thoughts.'Beats me, but a better question would be: why in the hell is a Goddess at my front door?''That is definitely the superior question,' Zara nods in agreement. 'What kind of God rings the doorbell?' Zara appears more lively than she has in weeks. I’m not the only one who lost both her parents. Just like me, the only things keeping her going are Ace and their pup.“I’m so sorry for just showing up like this. It’s Amelia, right?” she says hopefully. “Sorry, I mean, Alpha Amelia,” she quickly corrects herself.
As I look down into the bassinet, listening to the steady thumps of my precious baby girl, I lose count of how many emotions are running through me. My mum tried to brace me for how overwhelming having a baby is. She warned me that from one moment to the next I won’t know whether I want to laugh, scream or cry and she was right, but I still wasn’t prepared. However, the one thing she didn’t prepare me for was how to do this without her.Zara whimpers quietly in my mind as I look over at the framed picture by the television of my mum holding my daughter the day she was born, and I can feel the tears filling my eyes. She tried so hard to make herself look healthy and strong for her granddaughter that day. It’s such a beautiful, bittersweet photo. My mum’s radiant red hair almost cocooning my daughter, her thick black tufts a stark contrast against my mum’s red. Mum was so happy to meet her granddaughter and even though my daughter was fresh out of the womb, it’s like she knew what my mu
I place a glamour over my eyes just as Jartre taught me, allowing people to see my eyes as they once were and not as they are now. I figure this will make it a little easier to take in my new appearance. I wait until Wyatt steps out, then let myself into Derrick’s hospital room. I walk over to the bed and look down at my best friend, his hair damp with sweat and his face pale. He doesn’t deserve this, and I feel like a bad friend for not being there more for him lately because of all this supernatural drama.I quietly pull up a chair and sit down, reaching out and holding his hand between mine. Derrick slowly opens his eyes and looks over at me, first his brows furrow in confusion, but soon his eyes widen in disbelief as he looks me over.“Ella?”“Hey, you,” I say softly.“What…Is that a wig?” he asks in confusion.“Uh no.” I grab a strand of hair between my fingers and look down at it scornfully. “This is my real hair.”“You hate the colour green.”“Oh, I still hate the colour green,
“According to sources, the FBI is working with local law enforcement throughout the states of Oregon, Washington and Idaho to get to the bottom of this sudden wave of unexplained disappearances. Conspiracy theorists are going wild on public forums suspecting everything from alien abductions to human trafficking. As for the real cause behind these disappearances, authorities still have no leads on the matter.”I take in a deep breath, guilt strangling me as the news shows more faces of people who have been reported missing since the eyti were released. I allowed this to happen. Those people aren’t missing. They’ve been pulled into an unfathomable dark abyss, infected by the eyti set free from their prison and fuelled by the malice that lives within every human.The TV turns off and I look over to see Jartre getting up from the couch and making his way out to the patio, anger and frustration radiating off him in waves, rippling against the radiating pure white of his essram, now spotted
Whoever said exposure therapy was ideal for curing people of their fears was a sadistic fucking cunt.From the moment I met Gabriella, my greatest fear was that I would lose her. Whether it be at my own hands or due to her humanity. Nothing could have prepared me for what it would be like to feel her life slip away from mine; to feel her soul leave her body and to hold her corpse in my arms. That pain will haunt me for the rest of my life and as an immortal being, that means this ghost will be with me always.I look down at Gabriella as she sleeps peacefully on her bed, her mind needing to recharge from all that has overwhelmed it today. I can feel in my essram that she is still the same Gabriella at her core, but I can’t help still feeling a sense of loss. I carefully reach out, picking up a lock of her dark, forest-green hair and run it between my fingers. It has the same luminous quality Fretez’s always had, and yet it seems more intense to my eyes, perhaps because of what she is t
He holds his hands out in front of him, conjuring a giant ball of black energy and purple electricity. I watch as it draws darkness into itself, but then I notice where the energy is coming from. As I glance around to the barely recognisable field, I see the eyti getting pulled towards it. I don’t think he’s even aware of what he’s doing, but he’s using them to power up his attack, and that’s one thing I can’t let happen.I glance at Zarseti who gives me an encouraging nod. She told me to trust my instincts, and that’s what I’m going to do.I reach out through my mind, feeling for Merlos’ thoughts. Her eyes connect with mine when she senses the connection, quirking an eyebrow at me. 'Merlos, I need you to blind every mortal around us,' I say urgently through my mind.Her brows deepen in confusion for only a second when realisation fills her expression and her mouth quirks up into a smirk of approval. 'Now that, I can do.' With a disinterested wave of her hand, she fills the eyes of ev