LOGINMy name is Zinnia, I am a hybrid - half human and half elf - my dad is elf royalty. My mom is human and enjoys punishing me for what she could not be. With one more year left in the human world, it is going to be one hell of a ride. I am stupidly falling in love with one of my bullies that is unknowingly a vampire. My world is about to get a whole lot bigger and more interesting, but before that, I will need to navigate the shit storm coming. My stepmother - a manipulative, vampire bitch - wants the throne for herself and will stop at nothing to get it. In a world filled with the supernatural and creatures only heard from in books and myths. There is a fuck load of chaos and surprises waiting to be unleashed onto someone who just awakened.
View MoreI held her limp body against mine, our arms still curved instinctively around the baby—her baby—who writhed now, his small fists opening and closing as his thin, confused cries pushed into the terrible quiet. He had been still before, pressed tight against his mother’s breast as if he understood that silence was sacred. But now that her heartbeat had faded into nothing, he squirmed, sensing the absence, the change, the grief that thickened the room like smoke.I had never felt anything like this. Gods, I had spent years mastering the art of feeling nothing—locking every bruise, every scar, every memory, every emotion into a box so deep inside myself that even I could forget it was there. Ignore it long enough, and it stops hurting. Push it down far enough, and it stops existing. That had always been the rule.But this… this shattered all of it.Some of what churned inside me wasn’t even mine—I had opened myself, cracked the shell of who I was to give Zinnia strength, because she need
A sharp, white-hot bolt of pain tore through my abdomen and lower back, ripping me out of the fading fog of the coma. I had been half-aware of a distant, throbbing ache while drifting between sleep and reality, but this—this pain dragged me violently to the surface. My body felt hollowed out, drained, like whatever strength I once had was being siphoned away with every passing second. And the worst part…the part that sent terror fluttering in my chest…was knowing I needed that strength. I needed it to bring my child safely into this world, yet each brutal contraction devoured another piece of what little energy I had left.“Marcov…?” I managed to moan, my voice thin and cracked.He understood instantly—of course he did—and pulled Ackenora and William aside. When he returned, there was something I had never seen before in his expression: fear. Real, unguarded fear. It glimmered in his eyes like he was barely holding himself together. Seeing it sent a cold shiver through me.“We need to
There was something about Marcov I simply couldn’t stand.Of course, the fact that he was a paid killer topped that list — that alone was reason enough to keep my distance — but there was something else, something deeper and harder to name. It was in the way he carried himself, coiled and quiet, as though every muscle in his body was a fuse waiting to be lit. Even when he smiled, it never reached his eyes.I watched him from across the room. The low light of the chamber flickered against the metal detailing of his coat, glinting in time with the slow rise and fall of his breath. He sat beside Zinnia, his posture straight and unnervingly still, eyes fixed on something unseen. Every now and then, I thought I caught a flicker of worry ghost across his face — the faintest tightening of his jaw, a shadow in his gaze — but he would smooth it away almost instantly, as if even his emotions needed to be disciplined.I hoped she would make it through. Gods, I hoped she would.I had arrived at t
I was lost in one of my favorite dreams when the pounding on the front door shattered the calm. The echo ripped through the small cabin, and both Enrickio and I startled.He was on his feet in an instant, body tense, the low hiss in his throat a warning to whatever dared disturb us. His stance was so instinctive, so protective, that for a heartbeat I believed the danger was real.Then the door swung open.Marcov strolled into the sitting room as though he owned the place. With a casual flick of his wrist, Enrickio disappeared — gone in a shimmer of dreamlight.The ache that followed was all too familiar, that sharp tug of sadness every time I remembered: he wasn’t real. He has not been for a very long time.“Hi, Mamma.” Marcov’s smile curved, but it did not reach his eyes. It never did.“You’re lucky I wasn’t your mamma,” I said, forcing a thin smile to cover the sudden twist of pain.“Maybe I’d have turned out different if you were.” His tone tried for mockery, but the honesty beneat
It felt absolutely wonderful to ride again. It is absolute freedom, all things forgotten. No stress, no pressure, no nothing, just you and your magnificent partner galloping, wind flying. That moment when you and your horse become one is the most amazing feeling of unity and trust. A feeling you can
At last, I was home, I banged the door behind me and slid down to the floor. "How can I be so pathetic?" "Eric...what's wrong dear?" I saw Johanna hurrying towards me from the kitchen. Her face was as white as snow, worry written on every line. "Hey, Nanna, I'm sorry. It's nothing to worry about."
I was inside the kitchen in less than a second, ready to protect my grandma from anything threatening to harm her in any way. She was staring at something outside the window and then screamed; "You! What do you want?" I looked to see what she was staring at, and then I saw her. A gasp from my lips
She is gone. Now that Zinnia was gone, I could feel the empty place inside of me that I never even knew existed. How could she mean so much to me? It frustrated me to the cold, bitter core of my being. I should have told her that I wanted to go with her but after what I saw I didn't know what I wa
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