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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
Maybe it was this mystical mate bond. I didn't know much about wolves mate bond but I did read a few books while cleaning up the library that spoke of a connection both physical and spiritual. I couldn't help but wonder if there was also a mental link. Some wolves were rumoured to be able to communicate telepathically over large distances. There was definitely a spiritual connection between Cassian and I. That was one thing I could not deny. I wasn't sure if I liked it much. Growing up on the run, I've always watched for any available exits in case things should go wrong but with this connection…it felt as if there was no escape. That scared me but every time I looked into those golden eyes, I forgot about finding my exit. "Taiti, is a lovely name. Does it have any special meaning?" He asked, his fingers gently caressing mine. I shook my head, feeling the butterflies that live in my stomach throwing a huge party as his thumb began drawing circles in the palm of my hand. "Not th
He will kill you…where Xerxes last words to me before he fell into a deep sleep. His skull had been cracked sending a jolt through his entire body and then his feeling faded. Touch. My heart had broken along with his mind. I was so close and yet I stood at the back of the line. My promise had shattered to the floor with my hope. A hope that my life would be a fairytale. I hells happily ever after in my hand for the first time and then it let go. I thought that I had hated him but how could you shed tears for someone who you hated. Feeling. I felt them falling down my cheek but I didn't want them to fall, that would admit that I had lost. That would presumed that I love. Did I love him? I was willing. What should I do now? Hate or grieve. Claw. He said he attacked. He was hurting me. I felt it but this pain that I felt now hurt more. I inhaled deeply, squeezing my eyes shut as the cold water of the shower beat down against my skin. I released the breath slowly, trying to
Something had changed within Xerxes mind or it was just that Xerxes mind. It was fractured with black smoke creeping around every corner. My mother wasn't with me but I could feel her close by, hopefully convincing her husband to man up. In a way I guess I could understand what he was going through. Not knowing who you really are and constantly doubting yourself. It was sad just like all our lives. I only wish that I could do more to help him rather than just be bait or a distraction for the dark side. I admittedly hadn't planned ahead of getting into Xerxes' mind. This was something that I hadn't thought of. I was still figuring out my abilities but at least I had the confidence to overcome my fear. I walked aimlessly around the giant gothic castle, pushing doors open to reveal empty rooms until I arrived at a large room that vaguely resembled a throne room. Through the shimmers and smog, I spotted a shadowy figure sitting on the throne and another standing before it. I walked
"I told you that I was going to save him," my mother snapped, brushing the dirt of her red sundress, unbeknownst to the twig sticking out of her hair. She looked like a mad woman and she sounded like one too. "He is beyond saving," I gritted out in pain as I straightened my body. My shoulder was in a strange position which could only mean one thing. It was dislocated. "You know nothing," my mother spat angrily. "Yeah, I wonder why," I replied sassily, walking towards a tree. I leaned my shoulder against it and sighed. I might even hurt myself more. "And what is that supposed to mean? I don't even recognize you anymore," she said in her pissed off, 'I'm going to whoop your ass' tone. I turned towards her, leaning my back against the tree. My hand was trembling and the hellhound scratch still hurt really badly. I couldn't push my shoulder back into place without possibly causing myself more harm so I would rely on telekinesis to do the job. I exhaled slowly while staring at m
I couldn't help but to laugh. My nemesis was lying unconscious just inches away from my boot. Oh, the world was right again. I stared down at the man that looked like my father but he was far from it. With his eyes closed he almost looked peaceful, well if it wasn't for the blood running down his face from a nasty gash on his temple. "Yikes, I guess I don't know my own strength," I said, placing my hands on my hips as I glanced towards the table. It was indeed a blueprint of the academy but that is as much as I understood given that it was printed in bold at the bottom of the paper. I had no idea what he was planning but there was only one way to find out. I sighed. I did not want to go that way, especially without a physical anchor. I huffed and crouched beside him. Plucking a strand of hair from his head and pulling a loose strand from mine. I twisted the strands together, well I got frustrated and rolled them into a ball since they were so tiny. With a snap of my fingers,
"You have got to be f*cking kidding me," I cursed aloud, running my hands over my curls. The front bang that I had managed to cut, hanging over my forehead like a mockery. "Excuse me, watch your language young lady," my mother said sternly, folding her arms as she stared at me. I released a humourless laugh, nodding to myself slowly. "I am a motherf*cking idiot," I said slowly to myself in realisation. Xerxes was right. That's a wound that cut far too deep. How was I supposed to recover? "What is wrong with you? Who have you become? You are not the daughter I sent here. What did you do to yourself?" my mother said, staring at me with wide eyes filled with…indifference. "What did I do to myself," I retorted quietly, glancing towards the floor. "I did nothing. What did you do to me," I paused and hummed, giving her a sad smile. "Irrelevant, I guess I don't mean that much anyways," I continued, pulling my knee towards my chest and hugging them. "Taiti, stop this foolishness. You
I was perched in a tree, simply to put it. I couldn't stop thinking about the memories that Professor Faren had sent to me. Xerxes was the name given to him by his father but he had another name, given by his mother. That was how I was supposed to reach out to him. Though I couldn't bury the nerves spiking under my skin, raising my temperature and making me uncomfortable. Was it weird that I was nervous? All this new information was making my stomach twist and turn. Why did this feel so different? I had met Xerxes recently and he was a narcissistic ass hat but I guess I had never met the man my mother fell in love with. It was making me nervous and I needed to focus. I exhaled slowly, hoping down from the tree branch. It was very far from the ground which was how I got up there in the first place. Well, it was not as if the serene scene that I had painted was real. I stood under a large tree, full of branches that hung low and broad leaves that swayed subtly. There was short gr
My heart was pounding in my chest and I struggled to breath properly. What I was about to do, would most likely get me killed. Which was why I needed guidance. Kylen was halfway across town and I was not about to tell the director of my involvement regarding the lockdown. That would be my third strike and then I was out for good. I couldn't leave permanently now, not when Cassian was about to do something that I was told that I needed to do ever since I got here. It was strange, wasn't it? How Kylen would always be pressuring me to awaken Prime and yet Cassian could do it himself. Was that what he was subtly telling me to do…or did I miss something? Ugh, I was always so distracted. I hope that it was nothing major…but then again the look on Parys' face. He discovered something. Shit, I couldn't handle all these doubts right now. I trusted Cassian, more than I did myself. He could do this and whatever the consequences we would face them together. I released a slow shaky breath a
I resisted the urge to stomp my feet childishly while swinging my shoulders. Instead I took a deep breath. I could fix this, we could fix this. I just needed to find Cassian and apologised. I began to walk after Cassian, when Parys suddenly grabbed my wrist. What? Didn't he want me to go after him? Was this a 'he needs some spaces' situation. I glanced down at Parys' tight grip and then met his gaze with confusion. He blinked out of a trance and then quickly released my hand. "Sorry," he said, running his hand through his hair nervously. This was strange, Parys behaviour. I turned towards him slowly. "Are you okay," I asked genuinely worried about him. We still hadn't had that talk about his love life yet and it was most definitely overdue. "I'm fine. I…ah…can we talk later," he paused to glance towards the others but I was already nodding. "Later, in private. It's something important," he continued. "Oh, okay," I said, glancing towards the floor. This sounded very import
Cassian was pacing and gripping his hair so tightly, I was sure that he would rip out a few strands. Silas sat in front of me, bandaging my arm. He followed my gaze to Cassian and released an inaudible sigh. He glanced at me hesitantly as if he wanted to say something but wouldn't say it with Cassian present. "Uhm, are you okay, " I said softly towards Silas. "Why wouldn't he be okay, " Cassian chipped in before Silas could answer. He had stopped pacing to stare at Silas with a hard stare. I sighed, pulling my arm away from Silas to tie the bandage myself. I stood to my feet and left the room with Cassian hot on my heels. "Cassian Shane 'Primus' Cole!" I said loudly, turning sharply to face him. "Stop following me," I continued in a quieter tone. "I'm not going to disappear into thin air if you take your eyes off me for 5 minutes, " I said, hinting at how much alone time I needed. Cassian stared down at me with an unreadable expression on h