After the big hoohah, getting signed in as Nicole Black and getting my timetable, Thentos went with me to the girls' changing room for physical training. The clothes we got wasn’t bad. I had a pair of black trousers and a blue training top, just the right size. When I walked out the door, Thentos fell in next to me. He looked me over and smiled approvingly. We walked in silence until a dark skinned boy came running towards us. “Thentos! Thentos!” he waved, trying to get his attention. Thentos pulled me to a stop as the boy came closer. “Hey Thentos.” He said with a huge smile. “Hey Stuttgart.” Thentos greeted with a smile. “Who is this gorgeous young lady?” He winked at me. When I shot him a glance, he quickly threw his hands up. “Sorry.” “Don’t worry about it she’s always this uptight.” Thentos said with a barking noice. Stuttgart burst out laughing. He had a really nice smile and with his dark complextion his teeth looked really pearly white and his black, long, brai
We rolled over and over, then something I didn’t expect happened; the bloody bitch bit me. I felt disgusted and violated. My surprise subsided, and I took the hilt of my sword, hitting her on the head until she let go of me, and in one motion, I got back onto my feet. She got up and ran to her sword. Without thinking twice, she ran toward me with full speed. I saw her readying herself and her sword to deliver a fatal blow. Without hesitantion, I went into defence mode; legs apart, both hands on the hilt, my eyes focused on her and the weapon. Then it fell. A deafening sound of metal against metal echoed over the training grounds and echoed back. I could feel people starring. The blow sent me a few steps back, and I concentrated on keeping her sword away from my face, a new sensation awakened inside me. I pushed with everything in me only to let her stagger one step backwards, but it gave me enough room to take one step back. Then the cling and clang of two swords kissing, back an
I was drenched in sweat when I woke up. The fire inside of me has reached its peak – I hoped. Because every part of my body was on fire from the tips of my hair to my toes. Every now and again, it felt like the fire would extinguish until a small wind blows past and lid it up again. I couldn’t stop a moan from escaping between my lips, my eyes flew open, and I could see Enrickio leaning against a tree, smiling down at me. I rolled onto my stomach, the fire flaring up with every movement, but I had to get up, I just had to. I slowly lifted myself onto my knees, and then, with a huge effort, I straightened my back and legs. As soon as I was up, I wanted to go lie down again, I wanted to close my eyes until the pain subsided, but I couldn’t, I wouldn’t. I had to get to Zinnia before they did. I couldn’t run or fight yet, even though I wanted to kill him. The fire within me demanded control of my body and started burning faster and with more determination, but I wasn’t about to give
I was on my way to my last period, history, when Thentos came walking towards me. It was really getting on my nerves, that he was everywhere at anytime. On the other hand it was kind of nice, knowing that I was not alone for once in my life. I waited for him and when he reatched me I started walking again. “How was class?” “I actually enjoyed it. It was really interesting. Did you know Shifter can shift into anything out every animal group for the first month or so until you find your other?” He smiled clearly, amused at my reaction to this new school. “Yes, I did know that.” “Really old, pure blood, trained shifters can change into anything they see in front of them.” I told him even though I knew he would know, I was still amazed by what I just learned. “Thentos, Nia!” My nickname catched on quickly. I looked around and pulled Thentos to a stop as we waited for Stuttgart. He was smiling brightly, his gorgeous eyes focused on us. “History?” We knodded and
“You know it’s bullshit! She can’t choose, but it isn’t even a rule or law or anything. It’s just something the dragonshifters decided under themselves. She wasn’t even part of this decision. It's her life she should be able to choose… she should have a choice to choose the mate bond.” A ripple went through him and another. His body was busy transforming in front of me and suddenly with a tear and snap of bones. A huge black wolf stood in front of me. Tensing and relaxing. He just stood there, deciding. I hoped the animal instinct wouldn’t take over because then I’m kind of in big trouble, with al that anger and hurt coursing through his body anyone would be. I had no doubt about that. I slowly took a step closer to him and placed my hand on what once was his shoulder. His head swung around instantly, a growl excaping from between his clenched jaw. “Don’t do it.” I whispered “Everything will work out if it’s meant to be… relax …breath.” Air burst out of my lungs that I didn’t r
When I said goodbye to Stuttgart, I wasn’t ready to say goodbye. I knew I had to, but I was just not ready to say goodbye for what may be forever, I knew I wasn’t ready for all of this; my school, my relationships to end. And that new girl, Nia, there was something about her that’s not quite right. I understood why I had to leave and why I should marry Vigo, and yes, it is a valid point ou Elders make. We are noble and almost extinct, but why Vigo? Even though he wasn’t too hard to look at even maybe handsome to some, his pride got the better of him. He had a reason to be proud, there is a line that shouldn’t be crossed, and he crossed it a long time ago, and his attitude reeks. He was entitled and full of prejudices. He gets on my every last nerve and is one of the stupidest men whom I have met. If I could, I would fry him and be done with it all.It just hurt to know that I would not be able to spend my life with my true mate. My sacrifice will enable a new line of Dragonshif
I watched her as she jumped off of the balcony and as her wings unfurled. Admiring her beauty; her scarlet red wings tipped with black. A Shape Shifter can unfortunately not shift into a dragon unless they are a dragonshifter. She looked at home, gliding through the open sky. I couldn’t think of a place where I belonged like that. Only once in my life did I feel at home, and that too was ripped out of my hands. I couldn’t see myself feeling like that in the near future. For a moment, I was jealous. She really was a sight to behold but that feeling of peace and tranquillity, I longed for. I was consumed with my thoughts and feelings when suddenly, a sound brought my attention back from my moment of self-pity. When I turned around, a scream escaped from between my lips. In front of me stood a short female with shimmering, copper eyes, with long, dark brown hair that cascaded down her back until underneath her buttocks. Her dark, blood tainted lips pulled up into a feral smi
I was halfway to Endrosomera, just crossing Dandros when I heard a shriek of pain coming from inside the woods. Luckily, the pain has subsided enough due to the fact that I was almost there. Just enough to think through the fog of pain. I knew I had to go home, though I could feel the pain returning with a vengeance, at only the thought of taking a different course. I couldn’t just leave it. It sounded like a young girl screaming for dear life. I swooped down towards the tree line, towards the scream putting as many mental barriers between myself and the call. I changed into my full dragon form; it felt good, like slipping into soft, comfy pajamas after a formal event. I could strengthen my mental barriers then because I was strongest in my true form, but it would only work once the pain calmed a bit to think. I flew down into the forest and made my way through the trees and boulders, different creatures scattering underneath my shadow, a group of centaurs bowing their heads in ack
"Evening son." I could hear the suspicious tone in my mothers voice, coming from the darkness. I looked around and saw she was in her room. There was only one reason for this summons. "Evening mother." I greeted her."How are you?" (Cut the crap) I thought to myself, she has never cared for one of us. She was stalling or buying time. "Same as always." I shrugged. "Is the job done?" I could hear the threat behind her words. (No mother, I fell for the girl that I had to kill. But guess what, I won't be killing her. I will be taking her with me, and we are going to disappear. Somewhere, no one will find us. I haven't told her yet, but I don't think she will have a problem with it, even though she probably will. So, mom, what do you think of my plan? Do I have your blessing? No, I have never had your blessing for anything, have I...) She interrupted my mental conversation. "Well?" I could hear the supressed anger in her tone. "She is probably dead." I lied. "What?!"
I could feel her, I could feel what she was feeling and exactly where she was in the house. We created a blood bond by accident, with her blood running through my vains and my blood running through hers. If I didn't know about the blood bond, she would be able to feel me as well. Fuck I didn't realize that she actually pierced my skin and swallowed some of my blood. It felt fucking amazing though. Even though it was the first time for me, I still had the advantage of knowing about it. Knowledge was power. She was still so innocent and knew so little about our world. I could feel her yearning for me, and I could also feel that tint of confusion. I could guess what she was trying to figure out, but how I wish I could read her thoughts now. I wanted to go to her, but I couldn't. This wasn't supposed to happen. I wonder what she would think if she knew that I was supposed to kill her. If she knew that my mother killed her father, and now the son has to kill the daughter
I was afraid that I would be a cat again once I opened my eyes, but it was a great relief to see that I was still human. When I looked at him, he was still asleep, which probably meant that it was still daylight, and I got excited prematurely. That would explain the absence of furr. His arm and leg were draped over my body, and it tightened around me when I tried to slide out underneath it. After a moment of contemplation, I tried again, but his arm tightened around my waist again. "I need to use the bathroom." I whispered. "Hmm." he replied, but he did not let go. "I need to pee!" I said louder. Still nothing. "Oi! I need to piss!" I hissed and gave him a wet willy. His eyes flew open instanlty, and he let me go. I jumped over him and grapped his T-shirt before dissapreaing into the bathroom. It was pure relief as I emptied my bladder just in time. Then it hit me as I felt the tenderness in and around my vagina, I just gave my virginity to an egotistical, abusive, evil
He pulled me closer and deepened the kiss. His arms encircled me, pulling me tight against him. I could feel his legs intertwining with mine. His thigh was grinding against my vagina and the friction made me lose all good sense. I was a fumbling, mumbling mess, and all I wanted was that feeling of skin to skin contact. I tried to unbuckle his belt but my hands would just not work proparly, my fingers were dumb and clumsy and I could just not get the right place to pull or push to get the damned thing off. So I skipped that and pulled his shirt over his head. When our lips met again, I went back to his belt to find that it was already unbuckled. He smiled against my lips, and I could feel my face heat up with embarrassment. I hoped he could not see the pink line tinting my face. But he definitely saw it, he started humming the tune; 'pussycat, pussycat, I love you.' while tracing the pink line over my nose and cheeks. His fingers brushed over my lips before he kissed me
I shook my myself a few times, but my body refused to function correctly at that moment. He placed a bowl of milk in front of me, but I just gave him a look of pure disgust. I could not believe that he thought he could buy my forgiveness for almost choking me to death. I knew that he could if he wanted to, but he needed to know that I was not a toy to play with. I have been that evil son of a bitches toy for too long and I will not be this one's. I would rather die than be someone's mannequin again. As soon as I could stand proparly without swaying, I walked to the bedroom, not sparing him another glance. "Women." He huffed after me. I could imagine him rolling his eyes at me. He came into the bedroom with a syringe filled with the milk. "Why do you have to make it so fucking hard." He asked as he scooped me up. I clawed and bit him but he just held on tighter. He forced the syringe down my throat and kept my mouth shut to ensure that I swallowed the milk down. As soon as h
He lost control of his emotions for a moment, and his aspect was rolling over him before he regained control, and he was back to normal. You could still feel the static of his anger in the air, though. An awkward silence filled the room. He was staring at his hands, and I was staring at him. Normally, I would not mind the silence, but this silence was actually becoming painful. "You should really put on a T-shirt." I immediately regret saying that, and he made it worse by answering; "Why should I hide all this?" pointing at his rock-hard abs. I should have kept quiet, but hell no, I started something. I threw my legs off the bed and started walking to the door before I said something I knew I would regret. "Where are you going?" He said, his anger rising once again. "If you do not mind, I would most surtenly not like to be squished by your big head." On the way to the kitchen, I said a little louder; "By the way, I ate your burger." "It was yours." He yelled b
I felt tired and wanted to sleep, but I knew I had to get out now. I knew he might be behind the locked door. I did not have the strength or speed I needed yet, but I had to try something. While I was still alive. I got a needle from the first aid kit in the bathroom and tried picking the lock, but it would not budge. I tried using a butter knife to pry the lock open, but that did not work either. So, I tried using the knife as a screwdriver. It was slow going, but I eventually got the screws out of the hindges. And then I ran, I ran like my life depended on it because it did. As soon as I stepped outside, I knew for a fact that my presumption was right. We were in the human world, and we were no longer in Pantelleria. I did not know where I was running. All I knew was I had to run. I didn't have the speed I needed or the stregth. I tried shifting but nothing, that part of the spell held strong. I was tired and my legs were burning but I kept running. I looked for a plac
Dentorion and Eric, this is who this guy reminded me off but it could not be. Dentorion was dead. The thing that disturbed me was the fact that he looked a lot like Eric as well. Eric, with white hair and taller, but the resemblance was there. This must be Dentorions son, the one that my dad warned me about. I can not remember exactly what my dad said except for the fact that the only thing people knew about him was that he was evil but no one really knew him because we was gone for a very, very long time. Some even thought that he was dead. "Why imagine getting down and dirty with me when you actually can?" he said with a smug smile and sent a wink my way. He opened his arms suggestively whilst walking towards me "I would not 'get down and dirty' with you if you were the last fucking person." I said turning back to the fridge. "What about the last vampire in our world?" "That is what I meant dumb ass." "What about the last vampire in our and the human world?" "Nope." "What
I was feeling woozy, and my head felt thick as the spotlight fell on me again. He readily and excitedly introduced himself as the spotlight fell on him. Cornelius always had one or other money making scheme and since he was in Victorianna's corner, he had a god complex. The darkness that filled him was palpable. With the god complex, it just became worse. It affected everything he touched. And hit was getting worse every day. Magic was his birth right, his talent, his passion, his occupation, and without it, he would be nothing. In between everything, I overheard that Victorianna was in his debt for something, and that is why he was untouchable.He would put a spell on me every time before we went on stage to ensure that I would not ruin his show or try and out him. He would use me and abuse me in any way he needed to do his show, and then I would disappear into a trap door when I was no longer of use. As a joke, I would fall without the ability to stop myself or brace m