That was intense!
What did poor little defenseless Taiti Malcolm do to her great and powerful father Xerxes…she existed. History books speak of creatures similar to the Cider wolves that pass down their power to their offsprings. If an alpha Cider wolf had a wolf pup, the alpha would lose its alpha powers to the pup. As the pup grew so he or she would take their parents power slowly. Xerxes was a Cider wolf alpha and I was the pup. His power transferring to me was as a result of our similarities and the universe balancing itself. One man should not hold too much power but neither should one woman but we do it so well, nobody bats an eye. Xerxes didn't want to lose his power so he wanted to kill me before the majority of it was transferred to me. At least that was what I had gathered after reading several history books on darklings/ dark fae. There was also some old wives' tale about how they used to eat their first born children. I sighed, falling into the table, unwilling to go on.
I have never had a boyfriend. I was always too shy or too nerdy or too unapproachable. I was alienated by design, by a system that chose the girl with the flawless olive skin, small waist, long skinny legs, small breasts and always smiled. The perfectly unrealistic girl because even if her personality and body were on point, her life was a lie. The road that she took to get where she was, that road was grim. Painted with blood, sweat, tears, hatred, disgust…I could go on but I may never stop. The boys in high school wanted that perfect girl because she was the perfect girl. I was never the perfect girl. I didn't smile when a guy told a very disrespectful joke and furthermore I wasn't very approachable. For the first 2 years at high school, I was bullied by this guy. He would say the most disrespectful things that you could say to a teenage girl. I hated high school. Elverton seemed different. Everyone seemed comfortable and I appreciated the fact that the femal
Love was a lie and fate was a sick joke. I quickened my pace as I walked away from the scene of the crime, my eyes burning with tears as the severity of the situation weighed me down. How could he do this to me? Do that to her? She is his girlfriend and he cheated on her with me. I felt like a homewrecker or something. I couldn't breathe. I gripped my chest, leaning onto the hand railing as I descended the staircase. My vision blurred with tears, a blurriness that reminded me of a time when I was a weak little girl, who was mistreated everyday. I gritted my teeth in anger as I pushed past the two men coming up the stairs. "Ahh," I released an angry scream. The framed pictures placed against the wall beside the stairs falling to the floor, there broken glass erupting into the air all around me. I inhaled deeply as I slowly glanced at the two guys crouched on the stairs with their arms positioned over their heads. One of them gasped as his hazel eyes met mine. I
Nurse Anderson said that I was okay. He gave me some medicine for the headaches and recommended that I see a grand mage to put up mental blocks against Xerxes. It was a good idea but I admittedly had no intention of blocking out my father. His presence fueled my rage that fed my magic. Though I was a bit cautious where my magic was concerned. My mother was magi and so was her mother and many more before her. I didn't want to break the line by performing dark magic just to rid Xerxes, who was still my father. I felt perplexed, standing on the line of good and bad. My mother was good, I wanted to do my best to be good also. I guess I should have taken that step by accepting Silas as whatever we were. I sighed, wrapping my arms around my body as I stepped out into the orange glow of the evening sun. The pale silver building seemed to glow in its radiance. I slowed as I stepped unto the pavement and observed Silas sitting by one of the benches before the infirmary.
I stared at the girl in the mirror–correction, woman. Though, was 18 really the age of an adult because it still sounded like the age of a teenager to me. The person who stood in the mirror had long straight hair, a dull look on her face and not a care left in the world for any living being in the world. She had a heart shaped face with a slight frown set on her soft round pink lips. Her back was slouched and her arms hanging by her side as if there was a huge weight on her shoulders. I threw my head back with a groan, walking across my mess of a room to rummage through my duffle bag for something wear. Everything was either short or tight or exposing too much skin and that was not the message that I wanted to send today. I paused as I spotted something grey at the bottom of the bag. I pulled it out and held it up to observe it. It was a large grey hoodie that I did not remember buying or placing in my duffle bag. I stared at it for a few seconds. I couldn't pair i
Taiti Malcolm Taiti Malcolm Taiti Malcolm Taiti Malcolm Someone was chanting my name and it was getting on my nerves. I groaned while massaging my temple, following the thought as best as I could. It was a man's voice. I figured that he was a recent student at Elverton because at one point he was bad mouthing one of the Professors and sucking up to the director. The strange things people do when no one is watching. I rounded a corner and my eyes narrowed at the admissions office. It wasn't a very large room. It had a huge desk in the centre with a lot of cabinets and draws pressed against the wall. The desk held a very expensive looking and modern computer but not classy enough for the brown haired blue eyed man staring at it with a disappointing frown. I stepped onto the brown tiled floors, walking past several cushioned seats as I approached the desk. I paused in front of it staring at the man with narrowed eyes. "What," I said in an impatient tone but it
"Professor Cox, told me about your little disruption in the oriental lecture hall. He described it as…disruptive." And by disruptive, the director meant bat shit crazy and questionable of the director to permit such a bully to their prestigious institution. "He also threatened to take this matter to the Duke if you weren't punished accordingly," the director added, pulling at the collar of his shirt. He quickly cleared his throat and gave me a faint smile, his eyes falling to the bloodied napkin in my hand. Nosebleeds were common for telepaths or telekinetics, our power was roughly based on how strong our minds and bodies were and the mind and body of our opponent. Symon was strong physically and with the help of his wolf, mentally as well. It took all the energy that I had left in me to put him to sleep or else I'd have been a lot bloodier or probably dead. I didn't understand what was wrong with me. Why was I acting this way? I never used to let my anger get the
Everything was bright, which was strange because there weren't any windows in my room. There was also a pulsing pain beating in my head. I groaned struggling to open my eyes as a wave of nausea hit me. A wave of panic washed over me as I rushed, blinded to find a bucket or something. I remember my feet getting caught in the sheets, rolling and then falling with a loud thud to the floor. I groaned as a sharp pain struck my shoulders. Everything was so loud. I cracked an eye open and saw a single brightly shining into the room. I opened my other eye and raised my head realising that it was my room door. Why was my door open? I blinked fiercely, rubbing my eyes in an attempt to get rid of the blurriness that had appeared over my eyes. A blurriness that reminded me of my teenage years of partial blindness. I still didn't quite understand why after unlocking my magic, my eyesight became better. I cringed as another ache went through my head and decided to stay along wit