Standing tall and radiant before us is a three-story beach house nestled against a breathtaking tropical oasis. A few winding steps lead up to an incredible open-layout first floor, illuminated as the sun shines in from every window. From down on the sand I can see a lounge deck at the front and inside I can make out the living area and kitchen. The second and third floors have large wrap-around balconies covered in gorgeous flowers and vines that make it look like the beach house is one with the plant life. I’ve never seen anything so beautiful in all my life. “Where did you find this?” I whisper in awe, barely able to believe something so beautiful could be real. “I didn’t. I created it,” he says proudly. I look up at him in shock. “You what?!” I shriek. “What do you mean you created it?” “I wanted a place that was just for us. Untouched by any other. So, when I left you this morning I found the perfect spot in the Indian Ocean and created our own little paradise,” he says with
He guides me out of the room and up another flight of stairs to the third floor, which is the bedroom. The entire third floor is the bedroom and ensuite! We step into a large bedroom of dark wood surrounded by windows overlooking the ocean. The bed and furniture are dark blues and greys, similar to his bedroom at his home, only this is much darker in contrast. At first glance, it feels like doom and gloom compared to the rest of the house but as I hear the waves crashing outside, I suddenly remember the sound of the rain the night we first made love. It was soothing and relaxing. I smile at the room as it dawns on me, that this room somehow perfectly embodies that night. I can picture the room's potential in my mind so clearly. A storm raging outside – probably conjured by one of Jartre’s moods – the skies turning grey, rain hitting the windows as the waves crash in the distance, all while I’m safely secure, curled up in his arms where nothing can hurt me. I don’t know how he did it,
While I sit on the sand, ocean waves sending a soft, warm breeze blowing through my hair, I stare into the crackling embers of the warm bonfire I’ve conjured, reflecting on how perfect today has been.It’s day two of enjoying this little slice of heaven I have created for Gabriella and me and there’s only one way to describe it: bliss. We talked, swam, and I showed her things my magic can do that I had never even thought to do before because I had no reason to before her. I watched her practice an upcoming dance routine, something I could have watched for eternity. She was worried I would be bored, felt neglected or that she was squandering our time together, but her worries were unfounded.When Gabriella dances or sings, she lights up a room. It’s like I can see her soul shining through, touching everyone and everything around her. The joy and peace she feels when she’s performing is something I’ve never experienced, and while I envy her for that, being able to feel those emotions th
I nod. “I did a lot of things. Gabriella…I…I killed the sanguidae in Oshmin’s care,” I say, closing my eyes tight in shame as images of terrified faces exploding in a shower of blood fill my vision, followed by the memory of me painting a message on the wall in their blood…I didn’t just kill them, I slaughtered them.“You what?” she whispers, though her voice is still perfectly clear to my ears.“I got so angry about everything. I wanted to hurt him. He was given everything, and he was taking it for granted…so I wanted to take everything away.” I look away, unable to see the nauseated feeling she has right now reflected in her beautiful eyes.“You murdered innocent people in cold blood…”“They were already dead,” I feebly defend myself.“Don’t even try that, Jartre,” she snaps, yanking her hand out of mine so quickly it leaves my palm stinging from the cold left behind. “You know damn well they were innocent, living, breathing people. You wouldn’t feel so shit if you didn’t know that
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
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