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Crescent Reflection Chapter Fifty-Nine
I woke up panting. my eyes felt swollen as my heart raced a mile. Sofia was in my dream. she was not in that field. it looked like we were in thr middle of the bush. i was wandering around, seeming confused and just minding my business. then out of the blue, i saw my mother. she was not herself, since I xould not fully see her face. the area was dark but I coulf definitely smell that lavender scent on her. I craved it so bad.she was saying something. i could not remember the exact things she said because she was talking fast and even sweating. I thought she was warning me about something. it seemed so. I remeber screaming to her to talk to ke properly but she was failing. then she froze, like she had seen a ghost or something. I walked towards her to try and shake her back to her senses but before I could touch her, she turned to Sofia "You will regret." was the old witches' words. that was when i jolted out of my sleep. since then I couldnt sleep again. that was a rirst nightmare
Crescent Reflection Chapter Sixty
“I always knew there was something different about me growing up.” Olivia sipped her green tea while her eyes danced at the garden Emilio had been taking good care of for her. The colors that blossomed were getting ready for autumn. It gave the house a livelier atmosphere, and tried its best not to mark the Lopez as a low income household. She ritualistically placed her cup of tea back on its saucer then lowered the saucer on her lap. “I knew there was something strange living inside me. but I never knew what it was. My maternal grandmother handed me a book from my father’s mother.” “Rosalina.” I blurted. It had become a habit to just blurt the ancestors’ name without thinking twice. “Yes.” Olivia smiled with her eyes. She seemed to be a little fond of her paternal grandmother I see. “We never got to meet though, but she generously left me a guide book. I did not know what it was for when abuela gave it to me. I was around fourteen or fifteen when it was given to me. It did not make
Crescent Reflection Chapter Sixty-One
I had read twenty percent of Rosalina’s diary. The English of her days was a bit difficult to understand but I got a hang of it after a few pages. She spoke about how she became a witch. Her father was a practicing wizard who disguised himself as a herbalist. She learnt everything she needed to know from her father, who happen to be Sofia’s crush. Ivan Monroe. There was a picture with the same description of the man. Dark, mysterious eyes, dark hair with the perfect set of teeth. The black and white picture was not revealing much, but it revealed enough to be able to describe the ‘hunk’. In the picture he looked around his 40’s and had a clean cut beard with a suit on. He looked dashing, no lie. How this man was Rosalina’s father shocked the living daylights out of me. I did not expect that, honestly. And I wanted to know if Rosalina knew about her father and Sofia meeting up for private witch lessons. All of this was way deeper than what meets the eye. There were more than ten sides
Crescent Reflection Chapter Sixty-Two
The land where werewolves go when they have passed away. That was what Rosalina said that blue field was. A place of eternal peace, comfort and calmness, also known to be mysterious and unattainable. It was a place one could get endless amount of power from, only if the moon goddess was ok with the person drawing power from the field. Rosalina said the field had a bit of moon dust sprinkled on the roses. Blue moon magic. The roses got immense healing powers like no other. Rosalina said in her lycan book that she actually got the opportunity to go to the field after she accepted her werewolf. She said she saw her mother there and generations of werewolves from her family. She said werewolves had to visit that place at least once in their dreams. Rosalina had only been to the field twice in her entire life but she managed to pull out a rose and bring it to the real world. After reading that I felt like a huge dumb idiot. Rosalina managed to do it in just one attempt and I have been stru
Crescent Reflection Chapter Sixty-Three
“I messed up… I know. I…” His tone was very low. I could feel that he felt embarrassed to be around me. He couldn’t face me. He was looking everywhere else while I stared directly at his face. The words were not there to describe what he wanted to tell me, but I knew he had a million things to say. “I’m sorry.” He paused when his tone cracked at the last word. “I do-don’t know what came over me. I knew exactly what I did and-” “What did you do?” I asked him. I wanted him to say it with his own mouth. He needed to admit what was in black and white and not beat around the bush. “Amour-”“Hermione.” I corrected and he swallowed hard. “I kissed a girl. One of my flings… But it did not mean anything.” I laughed. It was dry and humorless. “Who are you trying to fool Hector?” The pain would never have been there if his feelings were not involved in that kiss. When I kissed Derrick I did feel something for him. It was tiny, but it was there. Hector and I were not even dating at that time
Crescent Reflection Chapter Sixty-Four
A few days went by and things calmed down a bit. That lingering guilt of pushing Hector away was still fresh on me but I did try my best to focus on more pressing issues. I completed both Rosalina’s diaries and took a whole lot of notes. I wrote them all in my diary though. It was getting a bit confusing what my diary was meant to be used for. I was at home now holding Ken’s book of mystical creatures. I was not giving up on searching for Sam’s species. She was different, but not a good different. And the part about not knowing what she was irked me. She wouldn’t open up to me so I guessed she opened up to Emilio. I’ve seen how he is around. It’s like he is spell bound or something. They both look like they were spell bound by the other. I was not sure if Hector and I were just like that or worse. But we won’t get to know because he has peeled all chances of me being fully trusting of him. I love him so much and staying away from him is eating away my insides. I can’t do anything rig
Crescent Reflection Chapter Sixty-Five
So now we got to deal with this on top of dealing with Mabel. I feel bad for Emilio though. He really fell hard for her without knowing, but now that we knew she had his real mate, we needed to find her."How could you, Sam!" Emilio yelled at her. "What the bloody hell was going on in your mind! how dare you! I am so going to deal with you. Mark my words.""You are going to take us to Emilio's mate." I told her. I was not asking, I was demanding. The look on her face did not look like she was willing to do it that easily and i knew that."I can't do that. Not unless you gimmi that rose and ur pendant." Sam told me. I chuckled lightly. She sounded delulu like she was missing a few braincells. "it's either we do this the easy way or the hard way." I said. To emphasis my words Hector moved towards her intimidatingly. He wasnt going to lay his hands on her, that I knew. Hector was a gentleman. But I wasn't going to hold back from ripping her hair off"No, wait. listen. You don't understa
Crescent Reflection Chapter Sixty-Six
“Em, breathe ok. Breathe.” Hector instructed, trying to keep him calm. He lifted his brother with little effort and Ken rushed to help him out even thought that want necessary because Hector was using his super strength. I was still frozen on the spot. I guess the thought of Mabel being around was what made my whole body shut down. I wasn’t prepared for her. I needed to find a way on how to stop her. Aunt Courtney’s protection spell wasn’t going to hold her, I know that for a fact, so I needed to do something that will take her powers away. All of it. Tiffany had one hand gripped on Sam’s arm so she wouldn’t leave. When I had gathered all my thoughts again I carried myself up the stairs. For a second there I thought Emilio was going to attack Ken and I. We got to the top and turned. Walking to the end of the hall, we were heading towards the only room on that end and Emilio was now sweating profusely. The heartbeat I heard earlier was much louder. The one that was beating very fast wa
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Dear WolfieIt has been five months since the whole Rosalina ressurecting drama and it hasn't been easy. When I came home that day without Ken aunt Courtney seemed like she already knew what had happened. She cried, and cried and Annalise took her upstairs then gave her some sleeping pills. Annalise excused herself after to cry on her own in her room. I had been too drained to cry anymore. I just needed to sleep the sorrow away.Hector was found by Emilio unconscious in the woods. It took him a day and a half to heal. No one knew what had happened to him and he did not seem like he wanted to talk about it either. I was just glad he was ok.We burried Ken a week later. There was a huge memorial for him in school. Although school had been closed for one month after the eagles had destroyed many parts of it, the principal wasn't as heartless as I thought when a notice had been posted on the school's website about Ken's memorial. The number of girls that cried that day was insane. His fri
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We were cutting through the woods, flashing from point A to point B in an unimaginable speed. The animals we passed on the way did not see us coming. Hector stop suddenly making me do the same. I could hear the highway not so far from where we were. Hector's brown wolf sniffed the air and changed directions. When I sniffed the air I smelt another wolf. Emilio.We proceeded with the journey until Hector got tackled halfway by another animal. My first instinct was to murder that thing until I saw who it was.They were not fighting. They were playing. Calm down wolfie, they are just playing. Emilio's light brown and black wolf let go of Hector's dark brown wolf and they had a staring competition. Telepathic communication, I guess. Then Emilio darted and vanished somewhere in the bush, Hector followed then I did. We were heading somewhere unfamiliar but the closer we got the more I could smell a familiar scent.We emerge out of the bush after about 30 minutes of running with Emilio, and
Crescent Reflection Chapter Seventy-Nine
The moon had been concealed by a thick blanket of inky black eagles. The only source of light were the blinking street lamps, some nereby houses and the few light bulbs switched on in the classrooms. However, those too were fading fast as the army of eagles charged in the direction of the hall.The scene outside was no better than the one inside. Many people were gruesomely injured and cried out for help as they struggled to make it out of the school. The police sirens could be heard from a distance yet I was not too sure if they were coming or not. They must have been held back by the eagles as a barrier was being formed using their large bodies around the school's perimeter. Mabel was blocking me from escaping this place."Hermione!" I turned around and saw Ken carrying a body out the exit. I swallowed hard at the sight and did my best to search for a heart beat. Penetrating through the loud noise around me, I couldn't hear much so I ran to give Ken a hand. It was Duke. He was badl
Crescent Reflection Chapter Seventy-Eight
I’ve always been a loner. All my life, I thought no one needed to come near me, not even my mother. As much as I wanted her around me all the time, I had to keep her at a distance… mentally and emotionally. I was different. I knew it. it did not take being extremely angry at Ken and hurting him to know… It did not take me running into Hector, or shifting, or kicking my grandmother’s ass, or discovering my mother’s pendant in her forever locked bedroom, or uniting with my father or any of the other weird things that has happened in these past couple of months that I still can’t decipher or explain to anyone without being called delulu. No, none of that.The problem was in my blood. Being pumped from my heart and rushing to cascade down my body. The warm liquid burning under my skin, reminding me that I am still human…. more than human. I could see the difference in my eyes. I could feel it in the palms of my hands. I could’ve ignored this about myself for a very long time howeverI kn
Crescent Reflection Chapter Seventy-Seven
Refreshments we being served in the hall and the players went out to change. I overheard some students talking about an after party at Chris’ house. Hector went out in a hurry to make a call in the parking lot since the speakers were blasting music from the nineties in the hall. I was standing close to the exit, watching as students rushed in and out of the hall while parents and teachers congratulated each other on the outstanding performance of the team. My eyes scanned the crowd until they settled on Derrick who gave me a smile. I returned it as he walked towards me and handed me a cup with juice in it. My senses were tingling from how sweet in smelt. “Hey. Where is the grumpy one?” He asked. I chuckled at how he referred to my boyfriend as ‘grumpy’. It was no secret any way. My boyfriend was not approachable. “He went out to take a call.” I explained before taking a sip from the cold beverage. “We won.” He exclaimed as if it was my first time hearing it. I chuckled again and no
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The game had started and we were a few minutes late. Nothing much had happened. I got to the bleachers and sat at the lowest seats with Hector. I did not know where Aunt Courtney and Annalise were seated but I wasn’t going to sit with them when my boyfriend was here.“I don’t really understand this game.” Hector chuckled lightly at this revelation. I was not a sport person so this game was foreign to me.“Don’t worry, the reaction of the crowd will tell you what’s going on.” He simply said.I spotted Ken with his number 5 printed at the back of his outfit. I could make out a lot of our school players with my enhanced sight. I could also almost see everything so clearly; like the sweat pouring down the faces of the players… Their facial expressions. The Golden Falcons were dressed in black, white and gold. They looked huge and I was worried because in this game it seemed that weight was an important factor that players could use to their advantage.I pulled out my phone when a notifica
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Ken and I rushed back home to find Aunt Courtney already dressed for the occasion with A blue t-shirt written ‘team Blue River’ and blue skinny jeans with white running shoes. Her fuzzy curls were up in a messy bun and she had a black baseball cap on. Yep, she was definitely ready for this game. “Kenny...” She said with a wide smile. Oh dear… “Quickly, have something to eat then take a long refreshing bath. Your team would want to see you ready and hyped for this match. You are going to win tonight.” I turned from Ken to Courtney then snorted before leaving. “Oh, Hermione… You do the same. We need to fix that hair of yours.” Courtney said. The look she had on her face did not look impressed when she mentioned my hair. I touched my ginger locks thinking there was something on it. I did not see anything wrong with my hair. On the contrary, it was the healthiest it has ever been. Since I started living with Aunt Courtney, I have been exposed expensive hair products that helped my hair
Crescent Reflection Chapter Seventy-Four
“You so annoying, you know that?” I let my grandmother know while running out of breath. Her form inched forward and I was itching to slap her. I did have some fear for her because she was dangerous and unpredictable but I was going to put my fear for her aside and face her one on one. “Hermione! The pendant!” She demanded and I swallowed hard. Her voice was deep and husky, curtesy of the black smelly smoke. I moved away from her while she continued to inch forward. The stench released by the dark clouds was making me very dizzy to the point of losing my sight. I jumped to my feet when I had regained the energy I was stalling for, then pounced for the switch but again I had missed it. Her does one fight smoke? When it grabbed my ankles for the second time I had tried releasing myself from the iron grip but my hands just kept going through the smoke as if it wasn’t being held by anything. “Hermione. Why do you have to be as stubborn as your damn dead mother!” Mabel shrieked. I was th
Crescent Reflection Chapter Seventy-Three
After school, Hector and I hurried back home with Ken. Mabel was closer than ever before and we had a limited number of days left since she decided that she was going to go about looking for the pendant in her own little way without physically being here. We all rushed to my bedroom because right now it felt like the safest place since I recently pulled out another blue rose. We had a few things to do and I was getting more and more anxious. The dead will rise if this does not work out and a lot of innocent lives will be lost. “Hermione?” “Maya?” Ken shook me out of my thoughts and I blinked at the both of them a couple of times to properly focus. “Yeah? I’m fine. You were saying?” “Hellen.” Hector exhaled. He seemed a bit exhausted judging from his tired looking eyes. “We managed to get a hold of someone who knows her. He uncle. He came over and spoke to Emilio, but refused to take her, stating that there was a reason we found and rescued her. She needed to be here fighting Mabel
