At just 16, Charlene's life takes a drastic turn when her parents abandon her, forcing her to live in the ghetto with her grandmother. Struggling with the chaos of her new reality—bullying, gang-infested schools, and the constant fear of danger—she can’t understand why her parents thought this would be safer. But there’s more to her exile than she realizes. Hidden within her is a power she must learn to control. As dark forces close in, she must keep her abilities secret, navigate the turmoil of her emotions, and uncover the truth about her parents' disappearance. With demons and angels threatening her world, Charlene is faced with an impossible fate: saving her people, protecting herself, and maybe—just maybe—finding true love in the process.
Lihat lebih banyakThe cold bit their skin the moment they stepped through the portal. The air was thick—wet with smoke, laced with ash. Flames cracked in the distance, spitting embers into a dark sky. Tree trunks glowed like coals. The scent of burning wood mixed with something worse: fear. "Fellas, get up!" Seth’s voice cut through the haze. E and Idris stirred on the floor, groggy. "We gotta go now! Get your stuff! I’ll explain on the way!" "Wait, what?" Idris rubbed his eyes. Charlene was already pulling him up by the arm. "The Sec’s in trouble. We have to go now, unc!" They didn’t hesitate. Issa, the twins, and Tabitha remained behind. Seth led the way up the path, constantly looking over his shoulder. No one could follow. Not now. Seth opened the portal to the woods near the Sec’s village—too close for comfort. Flames greeted them. So did screams. "MOVE!" Se
She came storming out of the portal, furiously wiping her eyes and muttering under her breath. Everyone knew better than to approach her when she was like this—everyone except her father. “What’s wrong, sweetheart?” Idris asked gently. “Nothing!” she snapped, her voice sharp and brittle. “Nothing has you that upset? Hate to see you when it’s something,” he said with a smile, trying to lighten the mood. If looks could kill, Idris would’ve dropped dead. Charlene was not in the mood for jokes. “Something’s obviously bothering you, Princess,” he tried again, this time more serious. Charlene didn’t want to talk. But she knew if she stayed silent, he’d just keep pressing. “Argun is leaving,” she blurted out, the words hitting the air like a blow. “What do you mean?” E asked, confused by the sudden declaration.
The Realm was shrouded in an eerie hush—an unnatural stillness that slithered into the bones of every Fate. The skies, once radiant with the dance of light and color, had turned a bruised gray. The orbs—three ancient suns—lingered low, their light dimmed by something more than cloud. It was fear. Fear thick in the air, as if the world itself held its breath. Inside the marble sanctum of the Grand Hall, torches flickered with green flame, casting elongated shadows against the black-stone walls. The banners that once bore the sigil of the Queen—Destiny's gleaming soul spear crossed with the vine of wisdom—had been torn down. In their place, a crimson flag hung limp, the crest of Torrock burned into the fabric: a serpent devouring its own tail. The false symbol of unity. A lie dressed as heritage. Torrock stood behind a long obsidian desk, his gauntleted hand clenched into a fist as he struck the polished stone. “This is your
The first spirit walked alone across the golden sand dunes, her bare feet sinking slightly into the warm earth. Each step stirred up grains of light, as if the very ground glowed in reverence to her presence. Her eyes swept across the vast horizon—her creation—proud and restless. A gentle smile touched her lips as she recalled Charlene's voice echoing in her mind."Gi Gi," she'd called her, laughing. The innocence of it warmed Destiny’s heart.A shimmer appeared in front of her. A door. Plain, stark, out of place in her desert realm. She didn’t need to guess who had summoned it.She rolled her eyes. “Not today,” she muttered.She strolled around the door, deliberately ignoring its presence. Thunder cracked across the heavens, rumbling her bones.Sighing, she doubled back, her joy already eroding. She stopped in front of the door. Closed her eyes. Sighed again. “So dramatic,” she whispered, and stepped through.A dark co
Charlene could finally call herself a princess. Not the fairytale kind—but a warrior born of legacy. A direct descendant of the Queen, the First Spear. The bloodline flowed in her now. Her skin still tingled from the mark. Her heart thundered in her chest like war drums. She couldn’t wait to tell her father everything. The dream. The gift. The blade. And yet—when she had the chance, her voice cracked, and the truth clung to the back of her throat. "The First Spear came to me in a dream state," she said cautiously, "She told me to tell you about Ottaba... Buddha... Audivon." Seth furrowed his brow. “Do you mean Audubon, Princess?” "Yes! Audivon!" she insisted, a little too loudly. Her fingers curled at her sides. Seth shook his head slowly. “What about it?” “She said... ‘Gather the Sec and go there. Everything you nee
As a child, whenever Charlene misbehaved, she would slide under the bed to hide from her father—Seth, the strict disciplinarian of the household. She believed the shadows would protect her, wrapping around her like a second skin. One time, Seth searched the entire house for hours, his voice growing hoarse from shouting her name, frustration bubbling beneath his skin. When he finally dropped to the floor and spotted her curled up beneath the bed like a coiled spring, she clung to the wooden frame with the tenacity of a wildcat. He grunted, trying to drag her out. No use. Charlene wrapped her arms and legs around the slats so tightly he had no choice but to lift one side of the bed and gently shake it. Still, she held firm, eyes fierce and jaw locked. From the doorway, Tamera stood with a fresh cup of coffee, amusement dancing in her eyes. She sipped, savoring the aroma—and the sh
Charlene tossed and turned, uncomfortable in the new environment, fearing the worst for her father. She had a bunch of questions she needed answered. What did her father mean about the family tree, crushing the house? Who were Odo and Beth? Drinking poison? And so many other things she didn’t understand. She had a lot of questions and didn’t want to wait until he woke up.A gentle hand touched her forehead. A restless Charlene was transported to a dream state. Never-ending orange and yellow sand stretched as far as the eye could see. Two orbits hovered in the eastern sky. A voice said, “You have questions, and I have answers.” Charlene was shocked.“How did I get here?”“My child, you’re in a dream state. Ask your questions.”Charlene hesitated. “I was wondering...”“Well?” ReNew said. “Spit it out. She can hear your thoughts anyway, Char.”“You were thinking about it and couldn’t sleep,” t
Emotionally drained, Charlene stepped through the portal.“Welcome back, little one!” Argun greeted her warmly. The hounds began to whine and leaped forward, eager to greet her.“Down,” Argun commanded.All three hounds obeyed at once, sitting attentively. Argun’s face was tense, his expression pained.“What’s troubling you, big guy?” Charlene asked, trying to lighten the mood. “No coffee today?”“I fear things are changing for the worse,” Argun replied solemnly. “Be careful, little one. There are Fates who do not wish you well. Keep your wits about you—treachery walks among them.”Charlene’s brow furrowed. “What happened?”“While you were away,” he continued, voice low, “Council Member Byron was murdered in the Great Hall. They’re hunting for the killer as we speak. Chaos grips the realm.”“Oh no!” Charlene gasped. “Do you think my father is involved?”“That infidel?” Argun scoffed. “Please.”“I need to know if he’s okay,” she said softly, eyes pleading.Argun’s eyes glowed yellow as
They spent the whole day playing video games. Charlene wished it could last forever, a blissful escape where time didn't matter."Marvel vs. Capcom is the greatest game of all time!!" Mike shouted, dancing around with glee."Winner!" the game announced."You've got to be kidding me, that's like the fourth time you’ve beaten me!" Charlene laughed, shaking her head.And then, her eyes landed on it—Dance Dance Revolution. She couldn't believe it. The game she'd always loved but never dared try in public."Mike!" Charlene’s voice was filled with excitement. "Can you believe it? I've always loved this game, but I was too scared to play in front of people. I never thought I’d be brave enough!"Without waiting for Mike, she took off running toward the machine, her excitement making her forget all caution.Mike grinned, shaking his head but following her. "You’re too much!" he called after her, amused.Charlene reached the machine, her hands trembling as she found the start button. She presse
This has been the longest day of my life. Charlene thought to herself. It's only 9am, and I got to be here until three pm. She began to whine, "Why me?" She laid her chin in her hands and looked towards the teacher in front of the class. The mark on her forearm would not stop itching. "Ahhhh." Maybe if I wrapped it tighter. She thought. Rolling up her sleeve to take a look. This badge is cutting off her circulation. She tried to keep it in place as best as she could without revealing her secret. Charlene quickly rolled her sleeve back down to conceal the mark. Charlene went back to frowning at the large round-faced man in the front of the room. Who was struggling to keep control of the over crowd classroom. Being homeschooled for so many years has been a blessing and a curse. Not having to socialize with people her own age was freeing. Her life as the only child was perfect. So she thought, but in this environment, Charlene was at a disadvantage, never learning how to ma...
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