Dead man walking...something is about to go down... Happy Reading! If you won't comment at least drop a gem or two.
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,
Kylen wasn't talking to me. He would mutter softly to himself rather than talking to me. He was restless and so was I. I couldn't sit still or comfortably, my body wouldn't stop trembling and sometimes my heart would skip a dramatic beat when I wasn't startled or scared. I needed to see him, this distance was doing neither of us any good. I felt as if I was losing my mind. A cold hand touched mine, I flinched against the touch but hesitated to pull my hand back since it was Kylen. He held my trembling hand up towards his face. A deep frown changed his features causing a wrinkle between his brows. "He is in pain," he said slowly. I tugged my hand from his grasps and stuffed it into the jumper that I was wearing. "When am I going back to Elverton," I asked, impatience nipping at the back of my head. I needed to see him. Kylen stared at me for a while. I turned and met his stare. He sighed and shook his head, walking towards the living room. "As soon as the director calls," h