IVY'S POV.There is only two days to go before the siren clan elders arrive.I lie on the bed, feeling a bit feverish, while flipping through a book I had gotten to pass time. There is a knock on the door and I look up, saying softly. "Come in."A maid comes in head bowed as she greets softly. She then goes on to arrange the laundry she is carrying into the basket.After she is done, she casually walks out, lightly brushing past the door.I frown as a white substances falls on the ground behind her, calling out. "Hey, you dropped something."Like she didn't hear, there is no reply and I contemplate for a while, before standing up.Getting closer, I realize that it is a small note. Which is quite suspicious itself.Did she drop it here on purpose?Hesitantly, I bend down to pick it up. Carefully unfolding it.The first word that catches my eyes is the name 'Rowan' which immediately makes my heart jump.My gaze quickly browsing through the note that read. 'Rowan is with me. If you don'
After a less than two minutes silence, he finally speaks up. "It is time.""What?" Time for what?He steps out of the building and I start to smell the distinct smell of fuel.He—he wants to set the place on fire!!Before I can think, a fire starts to pick up from a far head, advancing with an alarming speed."Rowan, wake up Rowan." I try to wake Rowan awake, the smoke slipping into my lungs. "Rowan. Rowan. Please Rowan. Wake up we need to leave this place."I try to drag him, hoping to get far away from the fire as I can, but my strength falls behind.I look around. The fire has managed to surround us in such short time and is closing in, leaving us no way to escape."Help." I hug Rowan to my chest, screaming. Inhaling the smoke with each breath, I cough without stop, my head aching badly.I hope they get here in time.************THIRD PERSON'S POV.Outside the burning building, Darius stood with the remaining of his rogue armies, a playful smile on his face as the person he has b
Constant head splitting headaches, random joint pains, dizziness and lightheadedness. it was symptoms I know just too well. The blue rose illness. The vile disease that robbed me of my mother.And now I think it's coming for my life too.My name is Ivy and I have the blue rose illness. Funny right? I can't believe I have less than thirty days to live.But it's true. I am dying. The pain is getting worst everyday and there is no denying it any longer.My days are numbered and there is nothing I can do about it. After all, the blue rose sickness has no cure.It is a death sentence. I am going to die. I don't really like my life that much but that doesn't means I would love to die. I am still so young, I am barely eighteen in less than a week!!I DONT WANT TO DIE.It is a desperate prayer. Still I know better than to believe that a wandering God might just hear my wish and make it come true.So here I am, wide awake in my room (the basement) at 2 o'clock, trying to find the best way to
After I finished with my bath, I return back to my room (mind me, the basement) under the watchful eyes of the servants.They must have gotten the gist and wondering what has gotten into me.I try not to roll my eyes. If it's a show you want, I will give it to you all. Let me show you what death has taught me.I gingerly pick a dress to wear. A little sad that I won't be able to admire myself since my only mirror broke a long time ago.Running my fingers down my black hair, I am once again amazed by the soft locks. I won't say it's silky, but the charcoal black hair is what I like about me the most.It's also the only thing I inherited from my mother.'mom' I guess I will be seeing her soon.Hah......I must be late. I can already imagine what's going to happen.And sure. It played out just right.Dad is sitting on the head chair. His dear wife to his right, and my dear Rowan to his left.As always, I sit on the left, leaving two chairs between me and Rowan, since that's how Mr's step
"You didn't think it would end up like this, you." A sharp pain, erupts in my stomach causing me to wince."Running your foul mouth." The kicks continue to rain down on me until a voice calls out. Stopping the proprietor."Enough." The guard spat in disgust. "I need to lock the door."Anna sent me a sneer then turn away with a huff. The door clank shut with a metallic bang sealing my fate. It hurts. It really hurts so badly. I lay on the ground unable to get up. It isn't the first time that I have been beaten this bad. Actually, I get beaten alot. I've been beaten to an even worse state than this. But this will certainly be the last. I should mark number one off the list now. There is still a lot on my mind that I want to say to those two, but I don't think I was pretty lucky to get away alive this time. I will really love to live up the thirty or so of my remaining days .So that's it for number 1 on the list. As for number two, we have to take a nap and recover first. Jeez,
Huff.less than thirty minutes later. I swipe the lingering hot sweat off my forehead with the back of my palm, drawing in a deep breath.It's done. There is no going back now.Staring at the secret door that has now been uncovered, I clench my trembling hand.The fear has my heart violently pounding against my rib cage until I can feel the blood rush up my ears.But something—just something about it—seems to wake up a part of me I never knew about.I run my tongue over my parched lips, feeling excited.It's now or never.I walk over to a secluded corner of the room. Covered with an old black cloth is a small box that contained all of my most prized possessions.Grabbing a bag, I shove the items inside, one after the other.Most things here belong to my mother, or were mine before she died.There are expensive jewelry and accessories that I plan on selling once I am out of here.There are some clothes that are decent enough to be worn outside. And.....The map.I don't know if it's r
The intense pain has me biting hard on my tongue to stifle the groans threatening to spill over my lips.Damn it. It's a lot worse than the last.I roll on my back, wrapping my arms around my stomach.Hah....it hurts. It hurts too much.Lying on the bare snow, the cold drilled into my bones, numbing some part of the pain.Hah—exactly how long will I have to bear this?Will I even be able to last the thirty days like this?The pain subsides after some minutes, leaving me with ragged breaths.I drag my weak body into the woods.I am still not out of the Dark Moon Pack's territory. There is no time for rest.But unfortunately, it seems I underestimated no man's land.It's all snow.I am freezing cold. No matter how many layers of cold I put on, the cold still clings to me unyielding.I rub my hands on my shoulders to warm myself up. It has been hours already, and although I have successfully crossed the Dark Moon Pack's border,I still haven't gone far.Have they noticed my absence?Alpha
I am caught. And trapped.I am held in a place where I have no hope of escaping. At least not with my own strength.I glance around the room I am kept in. Memorizing each detail and craving them in my head in preparation for my escape.I have done it once and can do it again."So you said you found her outside the hut?" A huge girl with short brown hair says to my capturer.She is so tall. I have never seen a lady this tall. standing from height to height with the other man.The little tiger, who was dragged along with me, lies on my lap. Fast asleep and without a care."I told you. She was standing right outside when I saw her." Dressed in light clothing, his gaze moves to me, and I tense up.Werewolves. The recognition was instinctual.What are they going to do with me?"Enough. You are scaring her." A man with white, no. Silver-long locks says. With a fair face and slightly curved eyes. He looks almost like a fairy."What do you mean? I didn't even do anything." My capturer complai