Oh Phoebe, who would hurt such a gem...;) HAPPY READING!
"Okay, forgive my ignorance but if she rejected you how are you still in heat," I said blinking furiously. "What, Phoebe I'm so sorry," Medaline said what I should have said but sugar does something to me that I could not explain. Phoebe shrugged, pursing her lips. A second later was on her feet and walking away. I jumped to my feet as well, nearly tripping over her bag. I grabbed it running to catch up with Medaline, who had packed up her books and everything already. "Hey, say the word Phoebe and I'll beat her up," I yelled towards her. Medaline eyed me, seemingly making a mental note when her eyes fell towards the chocolate bar in my hand. She turned towards Phoebe, who was heading in the direction of the forest. "Where is she going?" I hummed, squinting slightly. "Party in the woods," I pieced together. I had recalled, Silas saying that one day in the week, I wasn't paying much attention to him. I was busy texting… "You mean that blue blood party that Silas and a few o
I checked my phone for the fifth time since I had stepped into the library. I sighed, walking towards one of the bookshelf. I trailer my fingers along the spines of the books, choosing one at random. It didn't really matter though I had no plans of reading it. Where was she? "Fancy seeing you here," a familiar voice said smugly. I chose to ignore the voice and walked towards one of the tables. I opened the book to a random page and placed my phone beside it. I focused my gaze on the doors leading into the library. A few seconds later a figure sat a few seats away from me on top of the desk. "Who are you waiting for," Parys said teasingly. I continued to ignore him. "Haha, you know the wolves are throwing a party in the woods. After what happened last year they are officially banned from celebrating on the day of the full moon," he casually stated. The werewolves had chosen to celebrate the moon, the only way they were thought: sta
Love isn't random, it's chosen. Our hearts bond and then our minds choose to listen but what if our souls are pulling us in opposite directions. Who does your mind listen to when your heart is in one place and your soul is being pulled to another? Is a broken heart worth as much as a broken soul? Am I strong enough to heal whichever one breaks? How do you heal a broken soul? I have never had a broken heart, what if it breaks permanently? Wouldn't my broken heart affect my spirit? Wouldn't my broken soul affect my heart? What of the heart I would break to keep my soul whole? What of the soul that would break if I choose to keep my heart whole? What of the consequences of hurting them? I hadn't thought of all this when I decided to kiss Silas. The action was supposed to be a friendly gesture…heck it was supposed to be a light peck on the lips. I never meant to feel this way… I couldn't understand this feeling. When our lips touched it felt as if worlds collided. I fe
I could feel the flame at my back rising up into an endless fire. They couldn't hear me and I was running out of time. In a few seconds the hell hounds would have broken through the portal and they would be dead before they could defend themselves. "Why are you doing this to me?" I yelled into the void. My eyes burned as I forced myself not to cry. I was helpless to protect or even to warn everyone of the danger that was approaching. Xerxes hummed in a thoughtful way, he didn't respond right away. He let the tension hung in the air until he finally said, "because you are weak…just like him." Just like who? Something stirred within me and it wasn't curiousity, it was anger. I was not weak! I despised being referred to as such. I admit that I used to be weak, when I allowed others to walk over me and bully me. I made myself small once upon a time but that story had ended when I had everything that I ever loved taken from me. 'I will show you weak,' the words
My hands began to shake violently, my eyes stared widely at what I had done. The creature dwarfed its four foot friends. They ducked their heads and walked around cautiously. At the moment it looked confused but its confusion wouldn't last for long. How do I undo this? I didn't know how! "You shut your mouth and go get the guards," Silas ordered Dalia, who briefly glanced at all of us and then did something unexpected. With a circular motion of her hand she gathered a whirlwind of air and then a second later she was hovering and then gone. "Todd and Phoebe, take the one on the right. Phoebe, do not engage, only distract it so that Todd can attack. Do you understand?" Phoebe gave Todd a sceptical look but nodded eventually. Todd rolled his eyes and with a flick of his wrist, two long sharp yet jagged blades appeared in the palm of his hands. He was an iron mage! Woah, they were near extinct! What am I talking about? They were extremely rare like roses growing in the desert. "M
"Cassian," I called out in a shaky and hesitant voice. For a second I forgot where I was. My mind went blank and my knees touched the ground, I didn't care that the rocks jabbed at my skin. I couldn't feel him. "Cassian," I called out meekly, slowly wrapping my arms around my chest as it began to feel hollow. I felt empty. A tear fell onto the dry land. I couldn't feel him. I can't feel him. My heart was pounding in my chest. My soul felt as if it was being ripped to pieces. Everything was in pain but I couldn't tell what organ within my body was injured. I gasped struggling to breathe. I couldn't feel him. Why couldn't I feel him? 'Cassian,' I felt my hope slowly leaving me. Why wasn't he answering? He had to answer me. "Cassian!" I yelled with all the energy, will and hope left in my body. I squeezed my eyes shut as I awaited his response but there was just silence. For the first time in my life, I dreaded the thing that I had once found ple
"You heard its thoughts?" I nodded my head, returning my gaze to the moonless sky. I felt as if time was running out. My hands refused to remain still and the hollow in my chest seemed to be growing. I released a shaking breath, getting off the bed. I walked towards the window and stared blankly outside. "Could it be that your abilities are growing? You are a rare combination of darkling and mage. There are many secrets surrounding the darklings, given that they are so few in number and mostly keep to themselves. I had heard rumours once of them being from an entirely different world," Kylen said very fascinated. "We are currently in a different world, why can't they also be from another," I replied softly, losing interest very quickly in the conversation. I couldn't shake the feeling in my stomach and the emptiness in my chest. I should have fought harder. If I hadn't given up so quickly, I could have tried one more time to get rid of them but I was…afraid. I feared what I was
Kylen was sitting slouched in the couch, his back almost parallel with the armchair and his shoulders and head pressed in the cushion that he should have been leaning against. His right knee jerked up and down as if it was seizing. I watched him sceptically, taking a sip of the tea that Vanessa had provided. In his hand was the phone that he hesitated to call his wife on. Was she really this bad? "Hmm, this is somewhat beneath you," I said to him softly, glancing over his weird position once more and yet on so many occasions, I was the childish one. "No," Kylen said, surprisingly disagreeing as he placed his hand over his face. I glanced towards Vanessa, who was stating towards the floor, deep in thought. She felt my gaze and flashed me a small smile. She turned towards Kylen and scratched at the back of her neck. "Taiti, why don't you give me a minute to talk to Kyle alone," she said with her fake reassuring smile while rubbing at her arm. What was she hiding? I hummed,
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