It was when I got back to my coven, that I realized that my expectations were a far cry from reality. Peering up at the creaky wooden ceiling, I laid down on my bed, letting the harsh actuality of life weigh down upon me. I had gotten to the coven a day before, full of hope and a spring in my step as I walked. But all those hopes were dashed when I realized that no one even spared me a glance, nor looked my way once, even though I stood out like a sore thumb in the coven. Not only that, they barely noticed my absence as I left, despite how small our coven was. I found it absurd, as it has been weeks, months even since I left, but no one thought to check up or observe that some people were missing out on their numbers. They were such selfish and pretentious pricks. Why did I think good of them in the first place? I knew something like this might have happened, yet I still wanted to give them the benefit of doubt. And what do I get? Ignorance. Pure and utter ignorance. Plus the cherry
I stared back into the otherworldly green eyes of the older woman, surprise filling my features. She was as equally surprised as I was, her eyebrows raising up a little. Irene, the leader of the coven. She hasn’t aged a day since the last time I saw her.Her pin straight black hair, her smooth, porcelain skin and her signature red lips…she looked really alluring. She was in her mid forties, yet she didn’t look like it at all. It was due to her power, she was so strong, and her powers caused her not to age as fast as humans and other witches. I wouldn’t be surprised if she, in her fifties, would look like someone in her twenties. That was just the tip of the iceberg of her abilities as a witch and also as a coven leader. I was practically feeling the energy within her, course through me, as if in sync with mine.“Cassandra,” her raspy voice filled my ears. “It’s nice to see you again,” she said, though I could still hear the curiosity in her voice and the questions running through her
“Um…Ameris, I think?” Irene affirmed and a jolt of excitement bolted through me at it.I already knew it was Ameris she was talking about, but to really verify, for me to know that it was true, I had to ask. And that it was, I needed her to tell me what she knows. “Please tell me all you know about her. I’m really curious about the Red String of Fate. Once I picked it up, I was so intrigued by it, and I found it hard to drop the book down,” I lied through my teeth, hoping she would go along with my bullshit. There was no way in hell that I would tell her about Ameris being connected with me somehow.Thankfully, she didn’t catch on to my lie, and rather, she smiled quite smugly, probably thinking I was seeking her wisdom and knowledge, which I wasn’t— at least, not in the sense that she was thinking.“Well, I know that Ameris claimed that she was mated to a Lycan, kind of preposterous, I know,” Irene rolled her eyes pretentiously and I fought the urge to bite back at her. If only she
I got home, shutting the door behind me with a bang as I made my way to the comfort of my room. I rushed out of the library as fast as I could, after piecing everything together, barely thanking Irene for giving me the information, even if I didn’t like her.I had to talk to Jason as soon as possible. I don’t think I would be able to wait and fly down to them before I get it out of my chest. If I did that, I was pretty sure that I’d explode. I would've called him back at the library or on my way home, but I was too conscious of the privy witches and warlocks all around, keeping an eye on me. Their stares were not so subtle and after how they isolated me and my mom, I didn’t want to have anything to do with any of them.I brought out my phone from my purse and quickly dialed Jason’s number, pacing up and down the room with anxiety. Everything was jumbled up in my head and I just wanted him to confirm that everything was as I pictured it. “Come on,” I mumbled under my breath, gritting m
My eyes snapped open and I gasped as if I was jumping out of a nightmare. It was strange, because the dream I had was pretty tame and there was nothing unusual that would jolt me up from my sleep except…My confused and dazed state was soon replaced with horror as I remembered that I left my food on fire and I didn’t know how long I slept for. I sat up on the…bed? I don’t remember coming here…Soon, I was more aware of my surroundings as I noticed that I was now on a silk covered king sized bed, with a peach colored comforter and very soft pillows all around. Another thing I was very aware of was the large, tan arm draped possessively around my waist and I turned to see him clearly. Jason was asleep, his long lashes fluttering above his high cheekbones as he dozed on, his breathing more steady and even. I smiled at the sight. He looked so peaceful…yet, at the same time, he looked so stressed and haunted, like this was the first sleep he was taking in ages. And honestly, I didn’t doub
If Damien wasn’t sure that the warlock was his love rival, he definitely was clear on the issue now. He stared down the sorcerer with a look of disbelief, masking the pent-up rage that built up inside him. A few minutes ago, he had decided to give the man a listening ear after he had piqued his interest and also used his magic to revert his room back to normal. It was more than enough for Damien to lend an ear to whatever he was saying, but what left the man’s lips made the vampire King just want to snap the man’s neck to the side.The warlock had proposed to help with the war, saying that he would not only fight but also serve as protection, as a shield from any and all attacks that try to come their way. However, there was a condition attached. Damien was aware of this immediately when the sorcerer suggested help, but he didn’t think that his demands would be so unreasonable and irking. For helping in the war, he wants one of the Lycan brats, and Cassandra as well for the taking.T
Jason processed the information fairly quickly, but a frown remained on his handsome face, the more he tried to comprehend it. I was confused as well. I thought that Jason would be knowledgeable or at least understanding of what I had to say, but it seemed like he didn’t even know what I was talking about, nor did he have an idea of it. I looked clearly into his eyes, trying to see if there was a hint of pretense or not, only to see that he was truthful with me and so lost. It made me even more puzzled. Was he just a great actor, or was he genuinely clueless?“I…I don’t know what to tell you. I’m genuinely disoriented by what you just explained to me, to be honest. I want to be able to understand, but I’m finding it hard to piece it together,” he explained to me truthfully, scratching his head a bit. “I haven’t heard about the Red String of Fate before you even told me, nor have I even heard of the concept anywhere, apart from fictional books. But I will tell you this, my dad has alwa
Swoosh. My head felt like jelly as something akin to a rush of wind passed through my brain, leaving me lightheaded. Behind my eyelids, light in circular rings passed through them like a hypnotic wave, forcing me in it, as if trapping me and truly, that’s how I felt. The bed underneath me disappeared and though I felt stable, it seemed like I was floating on air. Even Jason that was in front of me had disappeared, leaving a trail of pixel-like splatters in his place. It was confusing, yet I couldn’t break my focus.Soon, the white light was replaced with multiple films of images swirling all around me. I frowned, wondering they were and what they could mean to me, when a sudden sense of nostalgia and deja vu hit me like a truck. I realized that in these moving images all around, each of them held a picture of me or rather, a memory of me. The ones where I was happy, the moments when I was sad, ones when I was angry, each of them were all inarguably me. It was bizarre, but then everyt
***Our honeymoon at the resort was nothing short of a paradise. It was wonderful being able to flaunt my husbands out to everyone without living in fear of what people would say anymore. There was the occasional criticism from strangers, but it’s nothing that I couldn’t handle, especially not with my six-foot and above husbands threatening to destroy anyone that antagonizes me on sight.Husbands. The title made me giggle.In a paranormal sense, they were my mates and we were bonded on a more spiritual level than what the basis of marriage was, but it made me happier to call them my husbands, especially since it’s not far from the truth either. They even went as far to give me rings, three of them, which I wore each day and alternated when I felt like it.I was genuinely happy. I loved my life now and I wished my joy would never end. We ate together each morning and went sightseeing, sometimes we would lounge on the beach, and at other times we would go to the mall to shop or to the
It’s been months since the ordeal. Exactly three months since Jake and Jared regained their consciousness and opened their eyes from the coma. I sighed, watching the ocean crash against the shore in slow, rhythmical movements, enjoying the salty sea breeze. I had my mating ritual a week ago and currently we are on our honeymoon. I wouldn’t say that life had been easy on us, reaching up to this point, but I was just grateful that finally, I had my moment of peace and love. When the two of them woke up from their week-long torpor, they were happy, albeit, some of the Lycans took this as a chance to condemn us all. Apparently, the word that the four of us were in a relationship had spread like a wildfire, though we weren’t trying to hide it after the whole event. There was a huge amount of backlash and even when we explained to them that we were mates and even threw in the Red String of Fate theory to them, most of them ignored it and chose not to believe us. It was at that moment th
“Gilda. Let’s not go into hasty decisions,” Jason started calmly as if her words didn’t affect him in the slightest. “You’re an adult and honestly I’m fine with any decision that you make and whatever you find is best for you. I will respect it nevertheless. But do not bring that child into the equation, okay? Leave your baby out of it,” he pointed to her stomach sternly, his eyes narrowed to slits.Her gaze went defensive once again. “What are you talking about—”“Like I said, I will respect your decision, but leave the baby out of it. The baby has to be born before you carry out any plans you have in mind. Because I don’t think Emery would appreciate you doing that to your child, when he was so excited to see them,” Jason said, with an air of finality in his voice. His face and voice were cold and cutting, but it was just exactly what Gilda needed. She didn’t want any pity remarks or sympathetic looks thrown her way, she needed the reality check and Jason gave it to her on a cold pl
Beep. Beep. Beep. The heart monitor beside the hospital beds beeped simultaneously, both soothing and disturbing at the same time. It pained me to see them lying motionless on the beds, but at the same time, I felt a sense of relief, just knowing that they were alive. It was good enough for me. The high-pitched electronic sound was my only hope in the dark. It was the anchor that was keeping me afloat. Without those two shrill sounds, I don’t know what I would do…It has been a week since the war. A week since we buried Dan, Emery and the rest of the people that died in the war. Surely enough, the whole community was thrown into a frenzy. Wails and tears everywhere for their loved ones and families, all the lycans were thrown into despair and devastation. I was still numb from the whole thing. I couldn’t even process that Dan and the others were gone, it all still felt imaginary, like a sick nightmare that I was ready to wake up from. To top it all off, Jake and Jared are in a coma
Jason’s words rang through my head like a siren and I stared at him in disbelief. I couldn’t believe my ears. I couldn’t believe that he would say that and give me up so easily. I looked at Jared and Jake, seeing their faces contorted in pain and agony, that I could also feel from the throbbing of my heart. They were slowly dying. If they don’t get those chains off of them soon, they will die. As disappointed and hurt as I was, listening to Jason’s negotiation, I understood that it was the best alternative.Damien looked surprised, yet at the same time he looked morbidly pleased with the turn out, as if he was expecting Jason to surrender in the first place. “Well, it’s up to you Cassandra. Do you agree to be with me in return for the release of your lovers, or if you want, I could kill them all right in front of you. Choose your pick,” he grinned at me, like he was telling a joke only he knew. I was disgusted.I looked at Jason once again, my chest heavy laden and heartbroken as I tu
Jason instantly turned to the man, giving him his full attention, but I, on the other hand, was finding it hard to keep my blush down. Was Jason just about to say that he loved me? I shook my head and tried to focus on the conversation in front of me. Now wasn’t the time.“…the helicopter is here to pick you up sir,” the Lycan said and that snagged me out of the previous thoughts I was having. “Good. Tell the pilot that I’ll be there soon,” Jason ordered, dismissing the man before turning to me. My stomach churned a bit and I had an idea of what he was about to say next. “Cassandra…I know you may not like this, but I would have to ask you to sit this one out—”“No,” I folded my arms across my chest and flared up at him. I can’t believe that he would tell me something like that. He opened his mouth to insist again, but I shut him down faster than he would have liked. He frowned this time, keeping his expression stern, though I knew that he wasn’t really annoyed with me, he just wante
Damien folded his arms, looking nonchalant and unscathed in the face of the catastrophe all around him. Blood spilled and splattered everywhere, guts and internal juice as well and the smell of smoke and ash with each breath he took. He barely made moves to kill anyone, watching as his men sliced, cut down and were also cut down by their opponents.Any onlooker who was watching Damien would see and notice his calm demeanor, but on the inside, Damien was fuming. One would think that he would be happy from all the chaos caused by him and the upper hand he had against the Lycans, but they would be wrong. He was in a rageful fit.It had been hours since he arrived in the Lycan Territory and began killing his way into the heart of it all. It had also been hours since he got feedback that Cassandra wasn’t even in the Territory at the moment, that she had been long gone since, even before the war started, so there was no chance of chasing after her even if he wanted to. He had tried to pry t
“What?!” Jason growled, the sound reverberating through my bones and it was not in the soothing way I was used to. He was pissed. The veins by the sides of his temple grew prominent the angrier he got, bulging in time with the ones around his arms and muscles. On any other day, I would have taken the time to admire them, but now wasn’t the right time to. My eyes sought his pleadingly, however, he was too far gone in his anger to even see me. “Do you know how risky and dangerous it was, keeping this secret from us?! I can’t fucking believe that you knew this for so long, yet you kept it from us! What the fuck were you thinking?! Do you know if the warlock had bad intentions towards you? Or what…do you really think that you can go toe to toe with him? Cassandra, I know that you are strong, I have seen your abilities and I don’t doubt your strength in any way or form. But I’ve seen his powers first hand and I’m very sure he could overpower you if he wanted to. That’s not even the point
Swoosh. My head felt like jelly as something akin to a rush of wind passed through my brain, leaving me lightheaded. Behind my eyelids, light in circular rings passed through them like a hypnotic wave, forcing me in it, as if trapping me and truly, that’s how I felt. The bed underneath me disappeared and though I felt stable, it seemed like I was floating on air. Even Jason that was in front of me had disappeared, leaving a trail of pixel-like splatters in his place. It was confusing, yet I couldn’t break my focus.Soon, the white light was replaced with multiple films of images swirling all around me. I frowned, wondering they were and what they could mean to me, when a sudden sense of nostalgia and deja vu hit me like a truck. I realized that in these moving images all around, each of them held a picture of me or rather, a memory of me. The ones where I was happy, the moments when I was sad, ones when I was angry, each of them were all inarguably me. It was bizarre, but then everyt