The End....
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
Phoebe watched me with a familiar worried glance while Medaline was…trying not to appear as if she was looking but she was most definitely looking towards the table a few tables over. Her eyes shot daggers and her mouth was open wide. "This bitch," she said to herself, blinking furiously as she turned away from the upsetting scene. "Are you feeling alright," Phoebe asked, leaning forward in her seat. I glanced towards her briefly and nodded, returning my gaze towards my notebook. I was making notes for a project that I had due the following week. I wanted to start it early so that I would have more time to focus on my other classes as well as doing some extra reading. "You know we are here if you want to beat a bitch," she said loudly, turning to glance towards the table again. I sighed. "Guys, I told you. Cassian and I talked and we are taking a break," I reminded them the hundredth time. "I thought you said that you guys were taking it slow, not t
I wasn't used to having other people care about me. Only my mother used to inquire about my mental health on a daily basis. She would have strange questions to ask about my emotions and thoughts. Once after I had gotten into a fight in middle school, she sat me down and told if I had ever done something that I wouldn't do consciously in any particular circumstances, I should tell her about it. If I was to ever feel like a passenger in my own body, I was to tell her immediately. Had I become a passenger in my own body? There was that strange night that I couldn't remember. Ugh, I needed to get a grip and sort out my priorities. Saving my mother was of utmost importance and I couldn't do that if I wasn't strong enough to beat Xerxes, which meant having a full schedule and little time for hanging out with my friends. I sighed, if I devoted all my free time to hanging out with my friends instead of studying and learning more about my father, I would be far behind with my studi
One of the few symptoms of mental exhaustion is delirium, losing your mind to your surroundings. I felt like I was in the passenger seat of a car driving really fast down a narrow road. The wind was blowing through my hair and I felt as if I could fly… I released a heavy breath as I opened my eyes. I was standing before the white house. There were a few people walking in and out laughing, drinking and having fun. Sigh, I needed a drink but I wasn't accustomed to drinking. Maybe I did and this was another mind test by Professor Faren pushing me to find a way out and resist his control over my mind. I tilted my head as I glanced around sceptically with wide eyes. Oh, maybe I'll win this time if I follow the narrative for a while then catch off guard like a sneak attack. The world began to spin as I nodded slowly to myself, taking slow steps into the house. A few students stop to give me strange stares. I felt like I was floating through space but I'd look good doing it. I was