Damon’s POVEverything changed as soon as I watched that monster grab her by the foot. Immediately I saw them by the hill I knew who their creator was and who exactly sent them. There was no mistaking the hunger in their eyes as they went after us, the soulless enmity that consumed them, beasts of darkness.He had truly gone mad. I knew that if I wanted her to make it to the finish line alive, I had to leave her side, at least for a while. The panic that consumed me once I thought that I had failed to protect her was enough to want me to send this whole place to the ground.After I departed from her I went back to the hill, standing at the top, watching the monsters who were feeding on their dead sibling, become alert, chasing after me.One hand in my pocket, I raised the other, building an invincible barrier. Two of them tried crossing the barrier, instantly bursting, their blood and scattered organs painting the transparent wall, reversing its invincibility. The remaining five pause
Ariana’s POVMy eyes peeled open, and I groaned, meeting direct sunlight. I instantly closed them back.Someone was stroking my hair so tenderly and it reminded me of the times my mom used to play with my hair when I was younger. Maybe if I went closer the sun wouldn’t be this bright. So I did, leaning in closer.“Too bright.” I complained, my voice childish, in need of care.Suddenly I couldn’t feel the sun rays on my eyes anymore and I smiled, leaning even closer.“Thank you,” I smiled, “How did you do that so quickly?”“I control everything that surrounds you.”Ah, that voice. I remembered it all too well. His hand fell to my cheek, cupping them. Dazed and not fully present, I reacted, leaning my face in his hand.“Open your eyes, princess, let me see the sun I’ve concealed in your eyes.”I obeyed, parting them open. He was above me, seated, leaning his back on a tree, my head on his thighs while we stared at each other. I felt completely lucid, only existing in the present, existi
Ariana’s POVThe sun was setting gradually and I realized tomorrow could be the finale and we had just gone two days yet it felt more than that with all the things that transpired within that time frame.Even if I did want this to be over, a part of me thought about the endless possibilities that came with it all ending.Neither of us knew of Chief Fenrir’s capabilities or and weaknesses and even though Jasper had deceived me then, I pondered on if what he mentioned about Fenrir’s powers were another lie too or if he had added that truth to back up his treacherous lies.“You think a lot, princess.” Damon’s voice spoke, echoing within me.Even while he was within me, his baritone still rumbled, startling me especially now when I could hear all of him.“I love it when your heartbeat races when I speak to you, at least I know the feeling is not unrequited.”“What… what are you even saying?” I could hear the fast heartbeat of my chest but I wouldn’t admit that. How could I?He chuckled, a
Ariana’s POV“Good morning all, that is, our seven contestants remaining. I believe we all rested well. Now as stated yesterday once the amount of remaining contestants drop to eight the top three players locations will be revealed.”I stood, Damon beside me, scroll in hand listening attentively in complete silence, holding my breath.“The top three contestants are: The Ore Merchant Damon, The Royal Princess of The Warwick Kingdom, Ariana and Chief Fenrir from The Central Academy.”As suspected I and Damon were both at the top. The only thing that remained which was the most important was how wide the gap between our points and Fenrir’s were.Damon’s signal flares first, black smoke filtering the sky. I gritted my teeth in anger.Why did they expose Damon’s location first?This could serve as a problem because Fenrir could see this and attack us first, since he must know we both work together. He wasn’t supposed to see Damon.My signal followed after, worsening the situation. It was a
Ariana’s POVThroughout my entire twenty-one years of living, I’d experienced a lot of things that should’ve sent me into full rage then but didn’t, instead I either ignored them or worked 'against' it.Example, when I found out and saw with my own two eyes on my birthday my own mate cheating on me. When I found out I locked myself up and came back ‘stronger’ the very next day, helping him find his partner and child.I didn’t live through my pain, rather I didn’t let it wash all over me under the rain of my sorrows. Instead I took an umbrella and shielded myself.Another example; the day the twins dislocated both my shoulders in a fight. That was my first real fight and it was meant to be a test battle, to give the opponents an opportunity to find out their cores and strengths. Those two took it far and dislocated both my shoulders at the same time. What did I do?I got it glued back to my arm that day and began training the very next day. I still remember what I thought then,“I have
Ariana’s POVFenrir laughed again, myself on the verge of passing out.“What do you think that puny necklace is going to do for you?” He pushed me up the tree, my back sustaining injuries from rubbing harshly against the rough surface, “Save you from the defeat that awaits you? There’s nothing saving you from m—”I grabbed both his wrists, separating his hands away from my neck, slowly pulling it apart. He stared, in disbelief, his attempts at fighting back useless.Once his hand was far away from my neck, I tightened my grip on them, that exact move changing the dynamic of the fight. I had now become the opposition.I took two steps closer to him, head-butting him. His head fell backwards, eyes losing its focus.As he lifted back, I surprised him, instantly using my knee to connect with his jaw. He staggered backwards, planting his feet firmly on the ground, trying to stabilize himself, staring at me with both shock and hatred.Blood dripped from my forehead, but the pain only added
Ariana’s POVThey all cheered, sounds of people clapping, organized chaos and bright light making me wrinkle my forehead.Right in the middle of the crowd, I saw a small girl, not above the age of twelve, cheering loudly, her face red from so much excitement.I focused my attention on the person next to her. He was the guard I met the day Jasper and I went looking for Lorna.He smiled warmly at me, clapping his hands. I smiled, shifting my gaze back at the little girl beside him. She must be the daughter he spoke about as they did look alike. I gave my brightest smile, blowing her a kiss.She screamed turning to her father as she tugged on his shirt endlessly. He laughed, hugging her, muttering a “thank you” to me while he bowed his head curtly.Seeing such vast amount of people in a enclosed space made me confused and a little frightened. It took me a moment to adjust, blinking rapidly, an ensuing headache coming forth.After a while I tried to shut out the noise, my injuries finally
Damon’s POVThe most laughable thing about fate or the concept of it were the coincidences. The coincidences that transcended a man’s life, either for better or ultimately for worse.Regardless, such occurrences or as I mentioned earlier, coincidences that remained pivotal than man’s own birth and death, were termed ‘fate’.For exiled Jasper, a man now worth nothing, this would be his biggest coincidence yet. Stripped from his former glory, wrapped in bandages of his own undoing, he let himself be taken away grimly by guards he once held authority over.His punishment was exile, a thing werewolves feared more than death. To be exiled from a kingdom or pack meant one’s existence had been wiped, and he/she had no claim to nothing.One would either be torn apart by savage beasts of the forest, or joining feral werewolves who took no account of life and could dispose the person anytime they wished. One could also end up starving to death, plus a whole other gruesome fates that waited outs
NERO’s POV“Nero! Patience!” My grandfather would always yell at me as a child and as I progressed in age, my reaction to that sentence greatly differed.I believe as you must’ve already guessed; for the worst.To be fair, at first, I did deserve it, considering I was a menace in the body of a small child.As the young and only grandson to the leader of the dwarf clan, I wasn’t the innocent, conveniently shy child that people would envision, considering my grandfather was sweet—at least the part they knew and I was accustomed to at the time.I was a mischief, or prankster, whichever you’d prefer to call it.I played pranks on children, and I derived joy in that, seeing their faces contorted in an expression they didn’t like nor could control. I enjoyed bending them in a cage of my own doing.My grandfather, terribly sweet—and loving—never minded my mischief.Thinking back now, his dream must’ve sucked whatever energy he had to reprimand an overly energetic five-year-old.It had alread
Ariana’s POV“What happened to you while I was away? There’s so much tiredness in your eyes,” He lifted my chin gently, meeting my eyes, “I can see your exhaustion, even though you try to hide it.”Guilt came over me and I found myself evading his eyes.Did he get to ask the questions?His palm cupped my cheek gently, pulling me in his arms, his tall frame crouched gently over me. “I worry I’ve failed, I worry I’ve failed you.”My lips pressed together, and tears gathered in my eyes. “I am… tired, a little bit.” My voice croaked and he held me tighter, “I’m here now, you can rest easy.”If not for his arms that held me I was this close to buckling and my body would have surrendered to my exhaustion.It was always so easy for me to surrender to his warmth. Yet somehow, that made me feel extremely pathetic but I stayed regardless.“Something is wrong,” He suddenly spoke.“What?” I pushed away from him.“We need to go in there.” He pointed towards the forge shed where Nero was currently
Ariana’s POVA punch came right at my abdomen, on the same spot I was hit.This time, it hurt a lot worse because the force used was nearly three times faster… and stronger.Instantly I coughed out blood, my eyes going hazy for a moment.Maybe I shouldn’t have just run in front of the door leaving me with no appropriate defense or offense but it was my responsibility to protect Nero.Another punch came flying across my cheek, heavy damage falling on my bleeding gums.If I continued like this without an appropriate defense I was as good as dead.I didn’t expect this degree of power or strength from one opponent, especially one that aimed to kill me as gruesomely as possible.I struck out my fists for a punch when Milo held it, surprising me.Painfully, he bent and twisted my wrists, nearly breaking them when I yelled out.Were these one of his abilities? Predicting attacks.If he was just this good then I was in a serious problem.“I knew you were weak I just didn’t expect,” He stared
Ariana’s POVThe shadows wasted no time in attacking us.The unhinged offense of their attacks made me know that they intended to leave here with our lives under their belt like an accomplishment from work.Judging from the looks of two of the faces it was easy to decipher that they were students.It had already gotten this bad?I quickly ducked, avoiding someone’s feet from connecting with my skull. Judging by the projected force, it would’ve actually hurt.“This is bad.” I said, moving backwards to a safe distance.“What are we going to do?” Bach asked, using his telekinesis.I froze.Yes, that was it. Telekinesis.“Bach, if you can hear me, say my name.”“Ariana.” He responded. I exhaled in relief, “So what’s the plan?”“You’re going to read their thoughts the same way you read mine. You need to be able to tell us their next form of attack before they act on it.”I stared at the only remaining shadow that didn’t come forward to attack. He simply stood there, hands crossed with his
Ariana’s POVFootsteps approached me. “How long have you been sitting there?”I sat under the shade of a tree. Looking up, I stared at Sigil who was accompanied by Bach. “Give or take; five hours.”His forehead creased in worry, “You’ve been waiting that long? It’s hot in the afternoon and we have no idea when he will be done. You could’ve gone home, you look like you need some rest.”I turned my head to the small building where the intense yet consistent sound of metal being beat into resurrection was heard. I squinted my eyes, trying to control the deep heaviness inside them.“He hasn’t come out ever since he laid his hands on that plan. I have no idea what kind of person he is but I don’t think I could leave here knowing how much pain is being put into making that sword.”“That was his decision to make, not yours. Whatever remorse you might feel is not yours to take. You need to remember that you are the one who wields the sword in the end.”I turned to face Sigil, “Do you know he
Damon’s POVFootsteps from behind approached me and instilled.“I thought you’d have left the school by now.”I turned to face the owner of the voice.Klaus.“Then I’d just be doing you a favor I have no interest in granting.” I spat in response.Klaus stepped closer, “I see you’ve figured it out already.”I placed both hands in my pockets, “It was hard not to. The shadows increasing, the lack of interest in how many souls I could acquire for you. You’ve turned this academy into your little breeding nest.”“Calling it a nest would mean something motherly— a thing that needed to be protected. Their souls hold none of such sentiments, at least to the dark shadow’s appetite. Now that I can easily heighten their demise without needing to deal with a lonely elemental werewolf,”—My jaw hardened—“I don’t intend for that luxury to end anytime soon.”“So you came here to kill me? I wouldn’t call that a sound plan, at least on your ends.”“No, I have no sadistic interest in your life. You will
Ariana’s POVI became alert.It was the only right thing to do as I caught a whiff of that ominous smell.Every picture of what could possibly go wrong came to mind and my anxiety returned. Was this a trap?Had Sigil unknowingly led us to a trap?“Who are you?” Sigil questioned and for the briefest second I blinked back in shock.How did he not know the identity of the person whom he’d led us to?“And who are you?” The short boy replied back, and I could only hiss.“I can only answer that if you are Nero, the sword smith.” Sigil shot back, and the look on the boy’s face suddenly changed.A sense of familiarity struck him and he said in a low voice - “Then you’ve come to the right place.”I raised a brow. Sigil did to.“I am Nero.” He said again, and relief followed by a shocking sense of wonder coursed through me.Nero was very short.He was a dwarf—a really buff one.“We have come to the right place, Ariana.” Sigil whispered slightly, moving forward and I followed him. He added almos
Ariana’s POVI stood in front of Fenrir’s door.He’d been discharged that same morning and was now staying at his quarters.I’d spent approximately four hours searching through shops for the materials Darko told me about only to end up here.If there was someone that could help me with finding ‘things’ he was my… only answer.I sucked in a deep breath.Extending my hand, I exhaled through my mouth, molded my hands into fists and knocked.There was no response.I was about to knock again when the door opened, revealing Fenrir.He didn’t look bad physically as he was still recovering from his injuries, but he didn’t look good either.I opened my mouth to speak but he beat me to it.“You want something from me?” He asked and I froze. “Don’t you?” He asked again“I do.”He said nothing.“There’s no one else that can help me with this but you.”“Yet you called me greedy with disdain on your face.”I bit my lip, looking down at my feet and feeling extremely self-conscious.“I guess it is ea
Ariana’s POVImmediately Damon disappeared from my line of sight, I went searching for Darko after.After retracing his peculiar steps, I found myself back at the library. And at the same table where he sat before.He was there, and his focus were immensely consumed by the book in front of him.To the normal eye, it would seem nice—motivational, but to me, I found the way his eye pierced the book as if to consume it whole off-putting.He had successfully created an image of a harmless butterfly, someone unaware of pain and how to inflict it.He looked like the perfect student and not like the scary creature he really was.As though he’d heard all my thoughts, he stopped reading and looked up.Our gazes met.I stilled.His eyes were completely blank, dark, scary, boring deep.I swallowed hard and took a step close.When I got close enough, I took a seat opposite him and sat down.“I’ve returned.” I began.“And no one except for the both of us seated here are aware of this, I believe?”