Azian (Prince of Dragons)

Azian’s POV. WHEN I WAS six, I entered the human world and since then, I’ve been having nightmares. You might ask why I am in the human world instead of back home, in the supernatural world where I belong.   The answer would be because I’m different, evidently, but unlike most creatures who take refuge in the human world, I’m not hunted by any human hunters, they don’t even know my kind exists. No...instead, I’m hunted by hell hounds and dark witches for a prophecy that lies on my head.   They never stop. Each night they hunt me in my dreams. I’m used to it now, they don’t scare me anymore. Not the sound of children screaming as they explode in bloody pieces right in front of my eyes or the dead eyes of souls that have been destroyed by the orange flicker of flames. Why would they scare me? After all, they’re only dead because of me, because of the dragon that lies dormant inside o

THE SOUND OF a spoon hitting the sides of a teacup as it was being stirred resounded in the room. Placing the spoon to the side, the dark haired blue eyed woman looked up at the group of three women surrounding her on the round coffee table, “it’s been 13 years since we came to this realm and still he refuses to shift,” she pursed her rosy lips, taking a sip of her tea, “my magic can only do so much to hide his growing aura from his enemies. I’m afraid it won’t last for long. Alpha grows stronger every day. Stronger than I can ever be.” "This is a problem," another woman replied, this one dark skinned with coffee colored dreadlocks tied up in a bun. Ena sighed, taking a sip of her coffee as she talked to the mother protector, the most powerful witch in the realms and leader of their kind, “but there is nothing we can do Abigail, we have tried our best. It seems Alpha will shift on his own time." Abigail nodded watching the elder witch. Ena was a close trusted

Kaya’s POV An icy chill swept down my spine, my gaze stuck in his silvery one. The stupidly handsome thief of yesterday sat at the back of the classroom I just locked myself in, looking very comfortable. Dressed in some dark jeans a brown shirt and a black jacket. But this was no time for a fashion update even if his shoes were the latest Jordan’s. Yes, I can appreciate a good pair of sneakers even in dire times such as this.  "You!" I sneered backing away slowly. Was this thief following me? Like really? How did I get myself into this kind of situation? I seriously have no time for a stalker. With all that was going on in my home life,, and now apparently my school life I really didn’t need this. The big guy upstairs must be having the time of his life having had broken the record of formulating the worst first day of school a girl could have. Oh, I just needed one measly win today! Was the too much to ask? No... Instead, I get

Kaya’s POV We held gazes for seconds on end, my jaw open, staring right at Ally, "W-what d-do you mean?" I stuttered out, eyebrows furrowing, fingers shaking a little, feeling like I had just been caught stealing a cookie from the forbidden cookie jar. "What do you mean, what do I mean?!” she all but yelled, eyes still wide open, “You frickin kissed-" I rushed towards her clasping my hand over her loud mouth, trying in vain to keep her from revealing all my dang business, even if that business had just happened a few minutes ago, She hummed in response, her desperate muffled voice trying to get a few words out whilst trying to pry my hand off, but I hushed her with one finger on my lips, beckoning her to quiet down so she could hear the voices of girls approaching the bathroom. She finally understood and I hurriedly let go, just as the girls walked in. By the looks of it, they were all cheerlea

KAYA’S POV Stupid, Stupid, Stupid. Everything was stupid -and what is everything you may care to ask? Every single feeling I experienced when I walked through those shiny double doors, a mixture of uncertainness and complete and utter vulnerability as I stood in the open.  I could feel those dark pacific eyes on me. I didn’t even have to look around to know exactly where he was seated, despite his dark shades covering his eyes, I could feel his haunting gaze on me. Maybe I was being paranoid, but who wouldn’t? Under a span of two days, I had almost been run over by Mr. Popular, entered the Olympics with a gray eyed thief who stole my phone, kissing Mr. Popular by the girls toilets and finding out my handsome stalker thief attends my new school so heck yeah I as paranoid. I felt as if I was the center of attention, even if no one but him as staring at me, his gaze alone was enough to make me melt.