Lucifer
Raven rejected me, and now the room won't stop revolving. The presence of hostility in her eyes is unmistakable. Hayley, her friend, was murdered by my kind. But if I had let Raven stay inside the ballroom, then she would be the one lying on the floor.
I understand her anger towards me. Raven believes we could have saved Hayley, but she doesn't realize that she can't defeat the demon who did this.
Maybe I could, but I'm not a hero. I would choose to save Raven before anyone else inside this room. She is the only person who has ever been kind to me.
I still remember when she called me her friend for the first time—I believe that was when she changed the future. It was when destiny tied our journeys together.
I'm not a decent person. Demonic blood streaks in my veins, and I've done awful things, yet I don't want to reject her yet—I need to see if maybe there is a reason we are mates.
"She is dead because of you!" Raven is holding
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RavenI'm standing inches away from Lucy's dragon form. Anger is still pulsating through me—I still believe Lucy did wrong by not telling me about his demon friends coming here. Yet, I also feel safe having a gigantic dragon as a bodyguard.I wouldn't want to share the same fate as Hayley. My heart is squeezing every second, and scenes of us laughing together are playing on replay inside my head. Hayley was like a sister to me, and these demons killed her.That knowledge makes me both angry and scared. Mad because she was too young to die and hadn't even met her mate and then frightened because I know what these people can do about anything.Lucy wouldn't betray me, right?I step closer to the dragon, hoping Lucy doesn't bear a grudge because I rejected him. Love might not bloom between us after what happened to Hayley. I'm too disappointed with him, hurt too, but I hope he doesn't hate me enough to let me die tonight."Lucifer, Lucife
My head is pretty much in the clouds as I attempt to focus during class the next day. I'm supposed to be listening, learn how to craft potions with the other witches, but my mind keeps drifting off to Hayden. The poor guy cried himself to sleep and spent the night in my room without saying a word. When I woke up, Hayden was gone and had left a note that said: "My dad came to pick me up. I will spend some time with my family." I sigh and pretend I'm paying attention to class when Mrs. Phyllis glances at me. The delicate woman smiles upon seeing my attentive eyes. She then continues talking about different herbs to create love potions. New year's evening is coming up, but all my fellow witches want Valentine's day already. "It is hard to create a love potion, and in most cases, they don't work on the person drinking it—does anyone know why?" Mrs. Phyllis asks the class and looks around with her thick glasses. A witch, I think her name is Francesca, hold
I roll over in my bed. After classes ended, I headed straight into my room to take a nap. The plan is to stay awake for as long as possible tonight since Lucy will come over. Therefore, I slept early.Yawning, I open my eyes.My heart nearly skips a beat when I notice Lucy lying next to me in bed. He has no shirt on and produces whistling snores through his mouth with a thin layer of drool on his lips.Holy pancakes. Lucy is in my bed. Next to me—when the hell did he get here?I stare at the demon. Lucy has one arm forming a triangle underneath his head, showcasing his armpit. I never thought there would come a day for me to find a man's underarm hair sexy until this close-up image of Lucy. His bicep is bulging too, straining as he moves and sending a heatwave tumbling through me—my unwavering attraction to his masculine beauty is unsettling.I peer down—I'm wearing my oversized white t-shirt with a pug on it. Thank the lord. I'm
I'm not sure how much time we have spent flying through fat, wet clouds in the summer heat. My clothes are soaked, yet I don't want to leave the skies. Laughter is bubbling up within me every time Lucy throws us higher in the vast sky. To the point, I almost let go of his scales. Suddenly the gigantic dragon loops without warning. Adrenaline is pumping through me like the blood in my veins, and I laugh louder when he spins us around—you haven't lived to the fullest before having ridden a dragon. "This is amazing!" I shout. "You're incredible, Lucy!" Lucy screeches in response, taking us closer to the ground until we are soaring above a waterhole with a beautiful waterfall. Is he planning on taking us there? Green grass catches my eye, but it looks like a couple is already naked doing god-knows-what in the waterhole. I grimace. Lucy doesn't care. The dragon turns into a puff of smoke beneath me, and I panic, thinking I will fall and hit
I'm sealed inside the cave with Lucy, hidden from the rest of the world. My stomach is a bundle of nerves near him, having his crimson eyes observe my every movement.Why am I so nervous?It's just Lucy.A river runs from the cave's center, deafening most sounds, including my beating heart, and the air is damp and cold. It's refreshing, and I stalk deeper into the cave, aware of the hulking man following me."So, am I spending the night with you?" I ask and turn around with a small smile.Lucy meets my eyes, this god of a man. His lips curl to form a thin smile, and my stomach does this little flip. Confidential to him, I'm tense. There's a pit in my gut that's rapidly being taken over by flapping butterfly wings, and I can't stop smiling as he walks closer."Do you want to spend the night with me?" Lucy places a hand on my shoulder, his touch electric.His head is directly above mine, inches away yet nose to nose as he looks down at
Ever had a moment where you blink and suddenly realize the world isn't black and white but filled with nuances? Demons are evil, but Lucy wasn't rotten. Witches are supposed to be good, but my grandmother is far from innocent. I lift my gaze to glare at my grandmother. There isn't a sound, not a whimper coming out of my lips. She doesn't deserve to see my tears. Instead, I show her a frozen expression I've reserved only for her—murdering my mate was the last straw. We are officially waging emotional wars against each other. "You didn't have to kill him." I'm flickering my eyelashes to get rid of the tears. Where there is supposed to be a heartache now only lives resentment and burning anger. My grandmother lifts her chin, nose in the air. "He was a demon, Raven—he needed to be exorcised." Her eyes land on the burnt spot on the ground. "Sadly, we lack the power to kill a demon. Lucifer isn't dead." Hope, tiny although brilliant flash to
Today I'm in the library, skipping class and reading a book about what I think my second ability is called—psychometry. It's a form of extrasensory perception. The person with this ability feels an object, and bang, they can see the history of that item. When I touched that tree, I saw a girl dying, witnessed her last breathing moments. But while I would like to call my ability psychometry, I think my ability goes deeper than that. I saw Lucy in my dreams before I met him or touched anything that belonged to him, so maybe I don't need to make contact with something? I might be naturally psychic but unable to control it. "Hey." Blake takes a seat by my table. His eyelids are swollen, and his expression screams grief. I'm guessing he has been informed about Harriet's death. It would explain the signs of exhaustion on his face. He is wearing a black hoodie, with his eyes so swollen that I can barely make out their color. The surrounding air scree
I've been holding Harriet's hairbrush for an hour, passing it from one hand to the other, with no luck. Blake is reading an old newspaper we found about missing students. It seems people have been disappearing from our school for years.Blake points his finger at an article. "Listen to this: a Fae girl named Hannah was found dead in the lake. Her body was rotten, but otherwise, there were no signs of any weapon having been used. The teachers think she drowned."I nod. "The date?""She died in December 1993. I believe she was the first victim, and I doubt a Fae would drown. They don't enjoy swimming, to begin with, or at least Daisy hates it.""I see." I'm dragging a finger over my lips, finally having put down the hairbrush since it's not giving me any clues. "Lucy said that demons don't need to suck souls, but that a person can turn into a demon by eating souls. It's part of the process.""So we are dealing with someone wanting to become a demon?"
Finale Lucy The day Raven died, I lost a part of myself. My heart shattered to pieces seeing her turn into ashes, and when the wind took her away from me, I learned the true meaning of grief. There wasn't a piece left of Raven to bury, and neither was there a piece of her to save, no clothes or necklace. Raven's grandmother kept her things, which in my opinion, she didn't deserve, considering the way she treated her granddaughter at the end, but who listens to a demon? The school agreed her grandmother could take everything, while I was left with only the memory of my fantastic mate. Life is unfair. "Earth to Lucy—aren't you going to join us for a toast?" I turn around, smiling faintly at Blake. The guy is like a fine wine, only turning more handsome as he grows older. Eighteen years have passed since Raven sacrificed herself, but Blake doesn't look old. My lips form a pout. I wish I had gotten to see Raven grow older.
Raven Lilith is circling me like a vulture. "Do you consider yourself strong enough to take on a demon?" I narrow my eyes, focusing on her glowing hands. Her dark magic is oozing in the air and making my skin crawl. Lucy and I trained before we arrived, but I doubt I can defeat Lilith. Still, I got to try since there isn't a knight in shining armor to save me. I gather energy, making fire take over my hands as I follow the amused demon with wary eyes. "I've never tried fighting one before." "Well," Lilith smiles. "You better win this battle, Raven, or I will cast darkness upon this entire world. Demons will reign, and humans will be our slaves. But don't worry—I send you a postcard after I've killed you." I glare at the demon. "You talk too much." "Oh, excuse me—I didn't realize you were waiting for the fucking party to begin!" Lilith laughs and lunges at me. Her nails are long, and I try to step out of the way not to b
RavenLightning is crackling along my skin, zapping and engulfing my entire arm before I aim the gathered energy at the shadows approaching us. One of them looks like a giant fly—Beelzebub, and the other, animalistic one with three heads, must be Asmodeus.My eyes narrow. I've never seen Asmodeus in his proper form, but my bond with Lucy is so strong I somehow know it's him without even asking to confirm my suspicions.Asmodeus is horrendous, a creature with the middle face of an older man and a cow and sheep as the two others. His body is a lion, with multiple limbs of different creatures that don't seem to belong. I repress a shudder, disgusted by him.'It seems more people are coming over to play,' Lucy comments before his scales light up in red. 'Perhaps it's time to take my proper form for this fight. I need my A-game.'"You mean you're not at your strongest in the dragon one?" I ask, gasping in disbelief. "This is the battle of our life
Raven Lucy cries the moment the shark-like creature opens its jaw to dig its sharp teeth into his scales. Flying becomes challenging for the dragon, and we are all knocked off his back. "No-no-no!" I scream. "I don't know how to fly!" Hayden snorts a laugh. "Then you better learn!" "Stop joking and help me instead!" I yell at the smug bastard, who doesn't look bothered by the situation. His blonde hair is fanning around his head, and his expression is calm. "Well, if you insist." In the corner of my eye, I see Blake shape-shift into a wolf to land on his paws while Hayden grabs me. I'm pulled to his chest, but I'm done content yet. I glare at the vampire accusingly, causing Hayden to roll his eyes. "What a warm welcome..." Hayden mutters as we land on tall grass. I slip down his chest and turn around to witness Lucy screech at the monster whale. They are dwarfing the trees. "Where did that monster even come from?" I ask
Raven The clouds are grey and ominous underneath us. Lucy is in his dragon form, flying above them while our entire group is on his back, freezing in the harsh weather. Hayden is shuddering behind me, and I peek over my shoulder, smiling faintly at Blake's concerned expression. He is sitting behind the vampire, taller and broader, without a sign of suffering in the cold. I've heard werewolves are always warm, but it might be a rumor. Without meeting my eyes, Blake grumbles. "I didn't think vampires could freeze, and here you are, shivering like crazy." Blake glances down at Hayden, who pauses at his words. Hayden's arms are crossed over his chest, hands resting on his shoulders as he absorbs the other man. Shock is visible over his features like he never expected the grumpy werewolf to care about him. "I was born as a vampire, not one of those who turned—it is a tremendous difference. My heart is beating, there is blood pumping in my veins, an
RavenI've spent two days trying to conjure ice. Lucy is an outstanding teacher, but we are running out of time. Perhaps I was never destined to control the element of water? Whatever. The four of us are heading for the Fae castle, the place where Daisy lives with her dying human mother, and we plan to stop her from summoning Lilith while the war is waging."I'm so sore," Hayden complains, leaning his head against Blake's shoulder.I glance up at the two, expecting Blake to move his arm, but to my surprise, he stays in place. A smile tugs at my lips. Hayden might not be Blake's mate chosen by the moon goddess, yet the two of them have gotten rather cozy after their training sessions."I can't believe you're the one complaining after throwing me around like I'm a rag doll—vampires are crazy strong.""I'm not any vampire," Hayden peers up at Blake with a confident smile playing over his lips. "I happen to be their charming prince."My in
Lucy I'm calmly drinking my tea while sitting on a cliff outside the cave, listening to the kids plan our next move. Raven told the others about Daisy. I trust her friends to help her end the mad killing, but it worries me that the demons might side with the Fae. Beelzebub always had a thing for Lilith, and I'm one hundred percent sure the old, mischievous demon will join forces with her. Beelzebub has missed his crush since her disappearance. Lilith's soul has been floating aimlessly around in the underworld, not materializing since an angel exterminated her. Gabriel, my angel brother, was the one who punished and defeated Lilith after finding out she had escaped from hell. And while Gabriel would most definitely help us defeat the crazy demon again, I don't think he is around anymore. My eyes fall upon the green canopies, still wet from the rain, and then I glance to my right when Jenna takes a seat next to mine. Her mate is standing in the
RavenMy lips are quivering with words unsaid as memories of the past swarm through my brain. I see my mother making coffee, smiling before I pack my lunch for school. She always sat at our table, ready with breakfast, and now I understand why she was never in a hurry—all she needed was for me to leave so she could open up a portal.Julia, my mother, worked at the Magic Academy, and the vision clearly showed that Daisy is eviler than I initially thought. The girl is an evil mastermind, and I never knew!"I knew my mother was a teacher, but-..." Tears are gathering in my eyes at the same time that the anger curls its iron grip around me. "You mean to tell me Daisy is behind my mother's death?"Every fiber of my being wants to scream at Daisy, ask what the hell her problem is, but oddly enough, I don't wish to kill her. She needs to be locked up and stopped. The Fae woman is dangerous, yet I don't think death is the answer. I've learned that karma is
RavenThe cave is cold, and the wind travels through it, making me shudder as I follow Lucy deeper inside. A fire sitting in his palm casts our shadows on the wall, but I can only focus on Lucy. My eyes are glued to his broad back, and if my heart had a face, it would be smiling. I'm thrilled to be reunited and alone with my mate."You're not too cold, are you?" Lucy peers over his shoulder, offering me a kind smile that makes me feel special. I haven't seen him use it around anyone else."I'm fine." The universe must work against me because I sneeze right after my claim. Lucy's lips climb the left side of his face, forming an amused smirk."Come over here," He says, holding out his hands. "And take my hands."Confused, I place my palms over his larger ones. Electricity courses between us, and I lift my chin, ready to swoon over the affection radiant in his eyes. My heart is pounding so fast."Is there a reason behind this?" I ask, smiling a