My 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 MoreWe fell, slid, and rolled once, twice, three times. Glided another few meters before we came to a halt. When I opened my eyes, I saw this giant black wolf as big as a bear pinning me to the ground . The hatred burning in his beautiful, chocolate brown eyes were almost palpable. He growled, warning me. I let out a breath, I didn’t realise I was holding. I could see that he was out for blood. And that is when I relaxed in his grip. This was my chance, the easy way out without having to do it myself. Extending my neck, giving him better access to my throat, but my eyes never left his. Inviting him. I could see in his eyes that he was considering his choices; getting rid of me quickly or making a game out of it. I at least wanted to die quickly and as painlessly as possible. “Please do it as quickly as possible.” I tried not to sound so pathetic but failed. I closed my eyes and waited for the sting of theeth or claws ripping out my throat, but it didn’t come.... yet. I opened
As I opened my eyes, I realised we were in my fathers house. I recognised the room only slightly because everything was still dancing around my vision. This was the room I slept in during the summer vacation here with my dad. "Why couldn't you wait!" I yelled but it only came out in a whispered sob. My birthday was tomorrow and now my dad would not be there. My body suddenly started twitching, my head started throbbing, my brain was on fire and it felt like it was growing in my skull, my skull split. My eyes burned, I could feel the burning moving down my face. Hot, sticky, wet liquid was running out of my eyes, out of my nose and out of the corners of my mouth. The burning ran down the length of my body. I could feel it reaching my fingers, running down my legs to my toes. It was burning my me from inside out. I felt my body sizzling and changing under the pressure of the heat. I felt myself fading into unconsciousness as the pain got worse by the second. I wanted to die. It
"Daddy, no!" At first, it was only a whisper, but then it grew louder and louder, more incoherent as I became more hysterical. Tears were running down my cheeks. The one following the other without a break, like they were running a marathon. I couldn't stop them from escaping. The snot started dripping from my nose. Joining and mixing with my tears. As I licked my lips, without thinking, I could taste the saltiness from my tears and snot. I didn’t care, though. Only one word echoed through my brain and lips. "No, no, no, no!" I ran from one room to the other, at an inhumane speed, the grief fueling every step, not pausing to check the rooms properly. I didn't realize at the time how strange it was that I was running through a castle, staggering through door after door, but there was no one in sight. I heard Justine and William behind me. They were shouting something, probably trying to stop me or slow me down, but I only ran faster. I just couldn't stop. Even though I knew deep
“Justine, what’s wrong?” I stumbled a bit over my own tongue. She held up her finger to silence me, her eyes flickering all over the place. I looked behind me and strained my eyes and ears to look and hear further and all over the place and to hear whatever she might be hearing, but I didn’t know what to look for. I couldn’t hear anything else unnatural except for the beating of my own heart that was pounding loudly. Her expression fell and grew more grave by the second. The fear inside me grew more demanding. I could feel that little fearful girl inside me growing wanting to take over, I tried to force her back into her box, but it was very hard. Justine dropped her hand and relaxed a little, but I could still see the fear in her eyes when she said; “Something is terribly wrong. I can sense it in the atmosphere and in the aura surrounding the building. The air is very much disturbed.” “What do you think is wrong?” And then that little girl took over; “Is dad okay? Where is he?”
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 get nowhere else, search high or low. I have forgotten just how I loved to ride. The one thing that kept me from enjoying it fully was my thoughts that kept returning to Eric. No matter how much I tried to fill my brain with nothing but my surroundings, he would just pop up out of nowhere. I haven't opened the box that he gave me. I could feel it burn against my thigh, inside my jeans pocket. I wanted to open it, but at the same time, I wanted to get rid of it. To toss it into the bushes or be a drama queen and very dramatically let it fall into the ocean, tears streaming from my eyes. I was too damned nosy, though, and my curiosity overpowered miss’s drama queen as per usual. A sa
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 echoed my grandmothers. She smiled and disappeared. Then, a soft knock came from the front door. The knock was only slightly audible, but it felt like the vibration went through the entire house and into every fiber of my being. My grandma twirled around and stomped to the front door. She unwillingly swung the door open. She just nodded, and worry filled her expression. "Come in, I'll quickly get us something to drink. You look exhausted and worn out." My grandma was good to anyone, even her enemies. "Thank you, Johanna. I ran all the way from Central City to bring you the news first." I stared at her slack jawed. She came over to me and kissed me on the cheek. "Eric," she nodde
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 said, trying to reassure her. I laid my head upon my knees to hide the guilty feeling so very obviously coloring my face and neck. I felt her hands gripping my biceps, and she pulled me up. She didn't loosen her grip till I was seated on the couch. She gave me a look to say stay and then disappeared back into the kitchen. She entered the living room carrying two cups filled with a thick, scarlet substance. "Drink it will make you feel a little bit better. It's still fresh and hot. " I took a sip hesitantly before gulping half of it down. I didn’t realise I was that hungry until it touched my tongue. "Now, tell me what is wrong." I stared into those shimmering eyes. She always
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 wanted. Now that she is already gone, I know for sure that I would follow her to the end of the world if that is where she wanted to go. On the other hand, I am not sure whether or not I would follow her beyond the end of the world, and according to what I witnessed, she wasn't part of this world anymore. The human world. (Could it really be true? No, it couldn’t. It shouldn't, but... If it was true, is she really going Ťhere?!) "Sick joke!" I yelled to the heavens above. "Who are you talking to, dude?" I jumped around, ready to attack, because for that instant, I let my guard down. "Dude, seriously, you should cut that shit out. You look like a diseased animal, and it's like
"Mother, can she hurt you?" She asked, confused, baffled by my response to her insults to that hateful creature."Yes, unfortunately, she can." I whispered back, reluctant to admit my weakness."How is that possible, Mother? Who...whom can't she hurt?"I was most definitely no mood to play teacher. To defend my pride, I decided to explain to her; "She can not hurt your grandmother because she is older. You know strength lies within age. Jessamy is a few decades older than I am...""Actually, a millennium dear..." I swirled around at the sound of her mocking voice. "... Have your mother not told you that I was your fathers first love before she came into the picture."I heard the mocking tone in her voice. She didn't have a shrill, high-pitched voice you would imagine if you looked at her for the first time but that husky - I have a secret, come hither - girls voice that drove men wild with lust. I hated that tone in her voice so much. "Really, mother, is that the truth?" I could
Dear Diary; What a ridiculous thing to do!I have never kept a diary in my entire life. Why now?I will tell you why… I have too much to say and no one to say it to… so here it goes.My name is Zinnia, full name… that I will keep to myself. Thank you very much!I am still in bed, whilst writing in this stupid diary, I am worried about the day ahead. Dawn has not broken yet, and I wish it would never break.I still remember the last moments at that hellhole called school. It was before the summer vacation, the last dance, I didn’t want to go to the last dance because since I was over weight (as per the outlook of our wonderful world) I was the “easy target” of the school, everyone made fun of me and no-one liked me but my mother made me go and of course this is what happened;I got this amazing, halter neck, Champaign color dress it was a silk river flowing down my body. It's just the perfect style to hide my ekstra pound or two. As I walked in and made my way to the table furthest
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