I am sorry about the short chapter guys, I just couldn't resist the cliffhanger. ;) Happy Reading!
Chaos descended. Whispers and rushed voices filled the large hall. I glanced towards the disappointed look on the director's face and shrug, maybe I was my father's daughter. He'd be so proud of the chaotic scene before me that is if he wasn't always busy trying to kill me all the time. "See, father! I told you she was a witch," Dalia yelled, pointing an accusing finger towards me. "Quiet child," her father snapped. He was a bald bulky man that looked nothing like her. He sat in the first row along with the others that whispered to themselves about me. "What did you say your name was again, girl," the brutish man asked in a harsh tone. Hmm, no wonder his daughter was so twisted. "Taiti Malcolm," I drawled out slowly, stuffing my hands into my pockets. "That is her mothers maiden name," the director chipped in. I raised my chin. What did that have to do with anything? Taiti Malcolm was the name on my birth certificate and every other official do
I had contemplated pushing her dramatically through the window and waving with those twinkling fingers as I watched her fall but my narcissist was short lived when I remembered that she could indeed fly. Her fear most definitely fueled her anger. One minute she was looking at me as if I had become this unimaginable horrific creature and the next second she was yelling insults, profanities and just being a bitch. "I am not afraid of you. I know what you are soon everyone else will see that you're just a manipulative slut witch who was sent here to stop Cassian from ascending into his primal form because you know the wolves will all become stronger," she said fiercely. I watched her feet as she took a step closer. I cleared my throat as a searing ache went through my head carrying with it a deafening ringing. "I don't know what you're talking about." My voice had returned to normal. The ringing subsided but the pain still stayed. Ugh, I needed to see him. "You
I wish that things could go back to how they used to be. It wasn't great but at least Silas wouldn't be avoiding my eyes or speaking to me. I didn't want to lose him and yet he was slipping away. "He's no longer at the infirmary. He's at his room in the sapphire house but at the present all the houses are feuding," he said, searching for something in the draws of the table in the centre of the room. "Over what," I asked, folding my arms with a frown. Silas paused his search to give me a hard narrow stare. I was caught off guard by it. I didn't expect any form of hostility from him. I unfolded my arms and shuffled backwards. He sighed, noticing my movement. "There were alot of people looking forward to the moon ball and now it might get cancelled. The guards still haven't figured out how the hounds got it," he explained, resuming his search. "I'm sorry." "Stop apologising, none of this was your fault. Some people just don't know how to give up," he said softly, standing to h
I have never been in love. I figured that it was something giddy that made you do stupid things. Maybe I was in love…what other than love would compel me to sit through two hours of watching two guys bash each others face in, when instead I was itching to go read a particular book that I had snuck out of the library because of its dark nature and my former accusations. Well, there were still rumours circulating. It was not like I was planning to actually implement anything that I would read. I only hope to expand my knowledge about something in particular that I was struggling with. I even had to encrypt my own thoughts because I believe that my new bodyguard was a telepath or at least a telepath adjacent. Yes, bodyguard. He was tall with brown hair and brown eyes and unnervingly quiet, which is how I came to my conclusion. I was on a magic ban for 2 months. I was struggling to accept that one but at least the director put a little trust in me to do it on my own, rather than give
Everyday, I find myself living in constant regret. Despite even the positive memories that my regrets breathe. I wish that I hadn't accepted Cassian's invitation. It had been a week since his accident. On the surface, there were only a few scars on his body and they all appeared healed but beneath the surface, every organ in his body was constantly on fire. It was all my fault. I am the one who put him in harm's way. I shouldn't have gone through that portal. I should have stood and fought by my mother's side and if need be…I would have died there, at least no one would be hurting the way they are now. And I wouldn't feel as if I was living in constant torment, haunted by the little terrifying creature at the back of my mind and not to mention the shadows that crept over my back. There was a great possibility that my dark signature had grown. I feared what it truly meant. I huffed,tugging at the strands of my hair. Tonight was the dinner. Phoebe had agreed to accompany me but she
Normal, or at least as normal as my nights usually were. Lying awake struggling to sleep as I fought against my own thoughts that always threatened to go to dark places that I knew that I would never come back from if I gave in. Suddenly a comforting presence hugged me and I unconsciously leaned into him. "Are you going to be alright," he whispered into my ear. I bit my lip, glancing into his dark eyes. It was strange how I could get lost in them. They were just so alluring and hypnotic. Whenever our eyes met I would instantly believe that we were alone in the world with no worries weighing us down. He felt right in every way…but sometimes I struggled to stay in the light because my mind liked to betray me. Conjuring up my fear, guilt and all the negative emotions that I held inside. That was one of the reasons why I felt as if I couldn't trust myself. I wasn't certain but at times I would feel a part of myself contradicting my every action or thought. I didn't know if it was r
"Hey, I am sorry about that day. I was just in my head too much…feeding my hate for those of dark heritage," Medaline said, her voice becoming smaller with every word. "I know a thing or two about hate," I said. I hated Xerxes, I didn't know him very well but they say action speaks louder than words and I couldn't even begin to find things to love about the man. Maybe I could have had a father in a time before I was born but that wouldn't exactly make any sense, now would it. I sighed. "I have a dark heritage, you could say the darkest," I told her, watching her facial expression closely. She nodded and stopped one of the waiters with a singular class of red wine surrounded by champagne. I nearly rolled my eyes when she reached for it but I settled for shaking my head instead. Who knows who's mama was watching? Crap! At the thought of Cassian's mother, I grabbed a glass of champagne for myself. I inhaled deeply and took a big sip. "I know which is why I'm apologising. I'm start
I should wear a cardigan, you know, to compensate for my scandalous attire at the dinner party. I mean that look she gave me, pierced my soul and killed me 10 different ways. I could not stand to be looked at that way for the rest of my life. I should cancel. I needed to work on finding the dark realm and that cure for Cassian anyway. Oh, Cassian, he will be disappointed. This is not how he planned for any of this to go. What am I saying, who would plan for their mother to hate their girlfriend. Wait, was I his girlfriend. Ugh, I was not in the right state of mind to be judged. I needed an excuse. Something important enough to warrant my cancellation. I walked out of my room and went downstairs. The living area was empty. Well everyone was hanging out with their parents. I exited the house and was greeted by a scent that was forever etched in my mind. No, it wasn't Cassian. It made its way to my nose in the form of smoke. Smoke which was surrounding Brian. "Are you smoking," I