I've been waiting three years to write this chapter and those still to come! It's such a relief to finally be able to share it.
The timer goes off, so I grab my kitchen towel and open the oven. The vegetables look juicy and caramelised in the pan and the chicken looks crispy and golden roasted. Using the towel, I grab the pan at both ends and remove it from the oven, but as I carry it to the counter, the towel slips off the edge and I feel the pan searing my hand.“Shit! Ow! Motherfuck!” I resist the urge to toss the pan and quickly place it down on a cooling rack, move to the sink and place my hand under cold running water.Before I even register the shift in the room, the burning of my hand is replaced by a soothing burn as Jartre appears out of nowhere, pulling my hand out from under the faucet, his touch immediately easing the stinging burn of my hand.“You’re hurt,” he frets, examining my hand with a furrowed brow. “What happened?”“I’m okay, I just didn’t secure the towel I was using and burnt my hand on the pan,” I comfort him. “It was just an accident.”He sighs, lowers himself as he raises my hand to
We’re panting, heaving chests and quivering limbs tangled in my bed sheets as we reel from our combined climax as the sun rises. My head is spinning, my lips are dry, and my throat is parched, but deep inside is that yearning once again; the yearning to be at one with him.“Jartre?” I say, gulping to lubricate my throat.“Yes, my love?” His hands glide up my back as he places sensual kisses upon my heated, dripping flesh, his hard length still firm and twitching with need inside me.“I want you to make me yours completely.”He turns to stone on top of me and I can feel the mix of elation and apprehension waging a war inside him, though it’s subtle, I’m getting better at picking up on it. He slowly lifts his head to look at me, his purer than snow, white hair a tangled mess from all my playing with it.“You want to complete our bond?” he almost whispers.I nod. “I’ve thought about it, more than you know and I know beyond a doubt that I can’t live being so close to you but so far. I wan
“You know, I haven’t had this much fun since Qin’s war of unification,” chimes Morrtemis with a dreamy expression on her cocoa face. “There used to be an art to war. There was intelligence and even respect for your enemies. Humans don’t fight with honour anymore and it takes the fun out of it,” she sighs in disappointment.“This isn’t meant to be fun, Morrtemis,” Oshmin chastises her.“Well it better be something, because all this waiting is going to put me into a coma,” Merlos complains in her usual apathetic tone.“It won’t be long now,” I calmly tell them, my eyes fixed on the tree line before us. I can sense the eyti hiding among the shadows, their malice seeping through the trees like a dense fog pushing against my serenity as they await the return of their master.Everyone has gathered, waiting for the battle to start. Tension is high and the weight of trepidation hangs so heavily in the air it could rival gravity itself. Not even my daughters can counter each poor soul's unease
Piercing, glowing, purple eyes fill my mind as a wave of energy hits me more powerfully than a thousand bolts of lightning, shocking me into consciousness. My eyes fly open, and I bolt up in bed, my heart pounding and chest heaving. I can taste the malice in the air; thick and suffocating like being buried alive.He’s free…I don’t know how he’s free, but I can feel it like an electric charge running through me; a charge filled with every dark thought and emotion I once possessed. Somehow Azadou has been freed from his cage. Nothing good will come of this. I have to put a stop to him.I look down at Gabriella’s flushed face, my heart choking in conflict. I don’t know what completing our bond has done to her, and I know she needs me more than ever. I can’t abandon her…but I can’t just stay here knowing my own evil is roaming free.I reach out, gently stroking Gabriella’s cheek, the once pleasurable burn from contact with her skin now a far more intense soothing and almost erotic blaze
“You couldn’t have seen that coming?” Merlos huffs as we all get to our feet, shaking off the mud and water. Merlos waves her hands returning her dress and hair to their pristine state.“What do you say we do this in style?” With a confident smirk on her face, Morrtemis steps forward as her deep, cocoa skin slowly turns into a violet crystal-like substance. The crystals continue to spread, replacing her hair and clothes until there’s nothing left but walking amethyst.Our vessels are just that, vessels. Forms that allow us to blend in with humans a little easier, and ones we find a little more appealing to the eye. These, however, are not our true forms. All Gods have two forms. There’s our true physical form that looks more like a sentient humanoid-gemstone, and then there’s our purest form, consisting of celestial energy; energy so pure and powerful it would destroy every human here if they looked upon it.One by one the others follow Morrtemis’ lead. Oshmin’s appearance morphs to h
We watch on as a blast of black energy erupts from Azadou’s body, straight up, swallowing the sun in darkness and plunging the field and the Earth itself into instant darkness. This isn’t the darkness of night; this is like being swallowed by the shadows themselves. Even I can barely see through this darkness. I can hear the sounds of those fighting against the eyti becoming overwhelmed by their force, unable to see what they’re fighting. But the eyti don’t need eyes to seek their prey, they can sniff them out.Suddenly the field becomes illuminated as a giant ball of fire forms high above the field. I look ahead to see Ezillus’ hand raised into the air as he conjures forth this fireball, giving everyone on the field a chance to at least see what they’re fighting.“You might have given them a little light, but you can’t restore their strength. And last I checked everything on Earth needs the sun to survive, and with it blacked out, everything on your precious planet will cease to exis
I’ve been in training since I was old enough to walk. I thought I was prepared for anything and everything. But this…there was no preparing for this.With a thunderous snarl, I slash my claws through an oncoming eyti, watching its shadowed figure disperse like smoke with a high-pitched shriek.'We were never meant to stay unified like this indefinitely, Amelia. We can’t keep fighting them back forever. Each one we fight back still reconstitutes a few minutes later leaving us stuck in this vicious cycle,' Zara worries in my mind.I feel coldness latch onto my arms as I see two eyti take hold of me, their glowing, purple, soulless sockets sending chills through my body. I tense my arms and yank the eytes forward into the earth, slashing at them ferociously as saliva drips from my canines. They vanish with an ear-piercing shriek, and I take a second to catch my breath as I get my second wind. I place a furry, clawed hand over my lower abdomen, sending out a silent thank you to the life g
I look up as the eyti surround me. I begin fighting them off once again when suddenly dark, stormy clouds fill the sky roaring with thunder as bolts of lightning strike like the sky itself has become enraged. At the same time, I feel the earth shake far more intensely than it did before. I look out towards the battling Gods, and as I do I realise something has gone terribly wrong. Two Gods are missing, and the one they call Jartre is staring down Azadou, his eyes completely blacked out with silver and shining with an intense brightness as his entire body radiates a pulsating white energy. He looks completely out of it as he forms a tight fist and to my absolute horror, he punches the side of his fist against the air…shattering it!'Did he just shatter thin air?!' Zara exclaims in shock.I can’t even begin to describe what I’m seeing. It’s as though the air…or reality itself has been shattered like a mirror, creating prism-like shards throughout the air where his fist hit.“JARTRE STOP
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