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College was no joke. After 3 consecutive days of waking up at 7, checking in with the director, running errands for him; going to class at 9; leaving for the mental health centre and arriving 15 minutes after 12; spending 5 hours getting my ego bruised, carry heavy boxes, being yelled at my students from anger management for not giving them their 'juice box' on time and just doing whatever insane thing that Sydney asked and barely having enough time to study or sleep since my roommates just loved to go crazy every night–I was at the edge of losing my mind! I blinked furiously as I struggled to keep my eyes open. In 30 minutes, I had to attend my first class at the secondary campus–well high school. My only problem was that I couldn't seem to find dear ole Mr. Cole. I was 100% sure that he had heard about his girlfriend slapping his mate and I couldn't wait to sink my teeth into him about it but just as I had done to him. He was nowhere to be found. I sighed leaning against
I followed the map towards the blue line at the edge of the paper. I walked for about 5 minutes until the magical wall separating the different parts of the academy came into view. I quickly observed that there weren't a lot of buildings close by and there were only a few trees preventing the area from looking strange. Stranger than it already looks. As I walked closer, I noticed that there was a guard outpost, similar to the one at the front gate when I arrived. I began to wonder how Medaline and Phoebe had managed to get us out of the well secured building and into the city. It would prove to be valuable information in the future, given that I didn't plan to stay long at the academy. I checked the time on my phone and cringed. I was officially late. I hummed to myself, there was nothing much I could do about that now. I shrugged, reaching into my bag to remove my ID card. "Hi, good evening! I have a class at the secondary campus," I greeted the stoic guard.
Everywhere I went I could smell her. Her scent would always find me, even in the unlikely places that I knew that she had never been. She was everywhere. All my senses were always focused in her direction. I couldn't get her out of my mind and whenever we were close, it took all my self control…to keep it locked inside. Prime, they called it. Cursed of a lycan I say. Prime was the dull and dumb name which my mother's elders had given the primal form that I kept locked inside. Not many understood him and honestly neither did I. I just know that it was because of it that I nearly killed my mother while she was in labor. I tore at her insides and came out a fully shifted wolf. It took 7 months for me to shift to my human form. And for years later, I was a little tyrant. It wasn't until I nearly killed my younger sister, Claire that my parents realized that there was truly something wrong with me. My grandmother had peered down at me with a look of disapproval on her face. Sh
Long ago, lycans, were the guard dogs of the high elves, kings and queens. They were giant wolves of great intelligence and magnificent grace. They breathed magic and dominance. They lived intimately with the elven royals, so it was a particularly joyous day when one of the lycans gave birth on the same day the elven Queen did. They were the first soulmates, if you regarded a soulmate to be someone who was more than just a lover. The two sons were inseparable. They shared a powerful bond like no other, it was rumoured that they could even see into each other's mind, read each other's emotions. They were like brothers, a peculiar bond between man and beast…became something more. One day when young Lyker and Aeon were playing they discovered that they were capable of so much more than simple tricks. They could switch bodies. My father had told me of how Lyker felt free when he was running through the woods. The wind caressing his fur, he felt the freedom that
I didn't want to let her go just yet. So I decided to take her somewhere special. One of my special places. It was a private safe space for lycans to go when we needed to shift. Werewolves weren't allowed and neither where non lycans but it was the only place I trust that no one would overhear our conversation. They lycans there tend to mind their own business, though all that wasn't relevant since where I was talking Taiti was a more secluded section of the land. "Where are you taking me," Taiti whispered, her warm body drawing closer to mine. I inhaled her intoxicating scent. My throat instantly became dry. I released a low chuckle. I cleared my throat at the hoarseness of my life. "Its not far," I said as normally as I could but my mouth was still dry and my voice hoarse as I stared at the curious expression on her face. Taiti Malcolm was perfection. She had a cute little heartshaped face with the most beautiful and bright grey eyes that I h
Know thy enemy…as you would a friend…or a father. My world had changed for the worse a few months ago and ever since then just when I think it's going to get better it gets worse. The more I searched for answers, the more roadblocks and rejections appeared in front of me. I pondered what the universe was trying to tell me by pushing me back two steps for every step that I took. I just know that I was done being distracted from my goals just as I had been a distraction to all who surpassed me on the track of life. I needed to harden my focus on finding my mother but first I needed to grow my magic. I still struggled to sleep because my mental blocks weren't good enough. If only my mother hadn't locked away my power for all those years, I would not be in this trap that just kept on breaking me down. I would have learned how to properly use my telepathy and with just one thought I would have been able to sense her mind from anywhere in the world. Or maybe I was
Nobody is perfect and if that's what people keep on telling me, then they're lying because there is no way in all the realms that–oh, shit, it's true! I leaned in closely, until my face was inches away from the paper. I couldn't help but inhale its woodsy scent that was mixed with the scent of freshly cut grass with a subtle hint of honey and roses, it vaguely reminded me of someone. "Are you done making out with that book," a deep voice spoke. I flinched my eyes snapping open and the smile that had crept its way onto my face disappeared. I sighed realising that it was just Parys. "Dude, don't creep up on a magi like that," I snapped playfully, pressing my palms flat against my chest and widening my eyes. Parts shrugged, glancing towards the yearbook in front of me. He pulled it towards himself before I could get a hold of it. "History project," he asked. "Your dad's not here," he stated casually with a hum. I straightened my back and sli
"So, I'm guessing that you knew daddy dearest," I asked the professor while picking at my nails. "I thought Xerxes while he was here at the Academy. He had arrived from the human world similarly as you had. He wasn't very social but had an aptitude for magic…misusing it that is. He was always in a fight yet refused to join Professor Xanxia in the arena. He was very strange that way." Professor Faren had a slight frown on his face, that he quickly shrugged off as we arrived at the guard outpost. He seemed to know all the guards by name and a few of their family members too. They thought highly of him but I still wasn't sure about his thoughts. I couldn't get a read on his mind and the few times that I thought I'd tune in to his mind, he was just speaking softly. "So what's a darkling like," I decided to ask once we were clear of the guards. "Ah, excellent question," he said. The merriment in his voice overwhelmed me with regret. I could already hear the senseles