"Come on Aspin. You need to throw your fists harder if you are going to knock me over!" I growled at him. He threw one punch after another but missed. I wondered if he could hit me even if I sat still. That was just how slow and sluggish he was being this morning. I shook my head sadly at him and told him to pause. His stance was all off, which was throwing his balance. I walked up next to him and started to reposition him. Hopefully this would help him and maybe land a few blows. I couldn't be easy on him if he wanted to learn. Assassin life was not easy work.
"Aspin stand with your legs apart like this. No wider. Yes there. Hold your fists up like this. There yes yes. Okay now take a few practice swings. No, you have to punch harder. There you go. Yes. Okay now stay like that and swing at me alright?" I left his side and stood before him. His hands shook nervously. I steadied his hands with mine, giving h
Sebastion and I had been called into the Master's meeting room. We stood before him, his silent demeanor causing discomfort. The air was full of such angry energy that you could tell he was seething. Something must have happened on his trip for him to be so angry. His back was pressed firmly against his chair as he faced us. Of course we couldn't see his face so it was difficult to tell if he was staring at us, or if his eyes where closed in thought. Either way he was making me uneasy as his fingers drummed on the table. "Master, it is good to see you have returned home. But something seems to trouble you. May we inquire why?" I broke the silence. The Henchman hissed angrily through his teeth. I was unbothered by his anger and that seemed to piss him off further. Drake, who was leaning up against a support beam, tried to hide his smile. "I expect this behavior from your foolish b
A warm breeze crossed over my face and I couldn't help but smile. The sun was high in the sky, beating down on me as I meditated. Bees flew around me, unbothered by my appearence in the over grown garden. The smell of different types of flowers filled my nose, casting a calm wave over me. I sat close to the cliff edge, watching a pair of hawks glide through the air, searching for food. They seemed so elegant with the mountain behind them, so free. They where so peaceful with there wings outstretched, gliding through the air. With a shrill shriek, they tucked their wings close to their bodies as they dove for the tree line below, slowly disappearing underneath the thick foliage of the woods. I suppose they must have found a snack. I wish I could fly. I feel like it would be freeing not to be grounded. No more worries, no more pain and suffering. Just the breeze under my wings. Travel to
I stretched my arms and yawned. Keeping my eyes closed I turned in the soft bed. The mattress caressing my skin as I sunk in. The warmth alone made me want to go back to sleep, not that I actually would. Last night I had managed to crawl back to sleep after my nightmare woke me, screaming and crying as it grew stronger. It was so realistic I could feel the pain burn from the memory. Three years the same reoccurring nightmare, and not it was affecting me greatly. I gave a long and painful sigh as I buried my nose in the pillow, wanting to sleep a little longer. Sebastion is taking over Aspin's training any way, so there was really no point in me being awake, or at all present. A soft object brushed against my nose. Ignoring it, I snuggled further into bed. It brushed against my cheek, tickling it. I growled annoyed and swatted at the air, coming up with nothing as I dropped my hand heavily back down on the mattress. Nothi
I hit the floor with a grunt and gasped. Air left my lungs upon the impact. I panted heavily, sweat dripping down my body. My muscles screamed with fatigue. I slowly rolled on to my knees, my head spinning. The room wouldn't stop swaying. I trembled as I fought my way to my feet. A hand on my hip steadied me. I flinched at the touch, wanting to push it away, but the hand stayed firm. I shook my head, getting rid of the fog that presided over my brain on the impact of my fall. The room stopped swaying and my breath steadied. "I think that's enough for one day." Drake stated as he cautiously let me go. I watched as he reached behind him, the counter not to far away and snatched a towel. He offered it to me with a tight lipped grim expression. Avoiding his gaze I thanked him and wiped the gross sticky sweat from my body. After making sure I was okay, he walked over to the other side of the room. His naked back muscles rolli
What had happened last night? I got flustered around Drake like some silly doomed teenager. I'm no noob when it came to men, but I've never felt that way before either. Not even with Nicklos. I couldn't let my guard down around him. He may be super nice to me now, but men are evil. I had to keep reminding myself that. But is he really though, I mean come on. He was nice enough to find out what was going on with me! He forced me to tell him, he kept me in the room until I told him. If he really forced you to do anything, don't you think he would be more aggressive about it? I sighed and rolled over in the bed. Sebastion was gone again. This was the second time that we didn't wake up together. I think that every time I wake up now, he just goes to spar. I was getting him to him too. I sat up in bed, pulling my legs to my chest. He would be helping Aspin now, training him to be like us. It felt so weird because that was my job onc
Reader Discretion advised: Sexual abuse. Pressure wrapped around my wrists, so tight that I could feel it dig in to my skin. What was this? I tried to pull against it, but my wrists would not budge. I slowly opened my eyes, trying to figure out why my wrists weren't moving. But then it dawned on me, I was in another nightmare. My pulse quickened as I examined the room. It was dimly lit by a single torch. I was surrounded by white walls that boxed me in, keeping my trapped in the room, my cell. Red curtains draped off the four poster bed that I was laying on. The room remained mostly empty because they didn't really use this room other then to torture me and to harm me. I tugged harder on the ropes, knowing exactly what happens next. But it was no us
My body felt achy and sore as I woke up. My head throbbed and my stomach growled. How long have I been out? The sun blared through the window, and I rubbed my eyes. The blurry rays of light dissipating. I yawned and stretched. But I flinched immediately with the scrape marks that covered my body. Despite the headache and the claw marks, I truly did feel better. I felt more energized and upbeat. I felt like a whole knew person. I kicked the blanket off my legs and swung my feet onto the floor. I'll tell Lola the tea worked. I quickly skipped to the closet, dawning on my usual set of clothes and bounced out the door. I was really in such a good mood, it was astonishing. When was the last time I actually felt this good? I walked into the commons room and found Sebastion sitting at the table with Aspin and Drake. Sebastion was facing away from me, talking animatedly to the others. No one seemed to see me, so I tip toe
We set out a day early to head to the meeting place. This way we could scope out the area and find a good place to hide. It was honestly a really long trip as well. It was suppose to take us a whole day to get there. It was taking place in a really run down village not to far from the Guild Headquarters. Apparently they where meeting with a notorious King that was known for his reputation in drugs and women. Go figure, right? Our job was to just listen in, and find out what they where up too. We report back and then make a plan. Simple right? The only problem was, how where we going to get close enough with out getting caught? That was the only part we hadn't figured out yet. I suppose we scope out the area and then decide. We would keep our comms on as well incase we got separated. They where tested and ready to go. I wasn't going to lie, I was fairly excited to get back out into the field. Our last mission felt like a
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"Aria, why did you bring us here?" Sebastion asked softly as he stood beside me. I carefully brushed my fingers across the worn out and heavily neglected headstone of my parents. The surface was rough and coarse from the years of erosion. But still their names where etched into the stone, plain as the day it was chipped onto the surface. I smiled quietly to myself, fully knowing why I was here. It was the last time I would see their grave site. I wanted to be here with Sebastion one last time, before he had to bury me here with them. "Sebastion, do you remember what mom would always tell us when we were kids?" I asked quietly, a very blurred vision of my mother came to me. Her soft smiling lips, warm green eyes, black hair so soft and warm. The scent of warm baked apple pies burned heavily into my memories. The feeling of security and safety making me feel safe again after all these years. Slowly it faded, leaving
Despite the rain that fell from the heavens, the birds still chirped and cawed out in the early morning. The leather reins from my horse where gripped tightly in my hands as I stared at the large castle before me. The tall white stone glittered even in the darkest settings. The dark and gloomy forecast didn't even hinder the glorious and grand look of the Palace. In fact it made it look even brighter, a beacon of good if you will. Looking upon the Palace I felt warm, even despite knowing that this would never truly be my home, I knew that I would always be welcome back here. After all, this is this is where the remaining members of my family where. It's funny, despite knowing that they are my actual family and even growing up with my cousin, I felt like a complete and total stranger. Would there ever be a time that I could come back comfortably and visit again? What
"You're really going to let yourself get captured Aria?" It had been hours since we concluded our meeting and had migrated back to the bedroom. It was late now, most of the lights in the castle had gone out. Many people would rest easy tonight, not knowing that their only means of keeping safe was because I was sacrificing my freedom so they could live safely. Even with this sacrifice, it still wouldn't atone for all the wrong I wrought on this world. I don't think I would ever be able to redeem myself. My hands, which where busy packing my satchel of extra clothes, stilled as I closed my eyes. I could feel the hurt in his words. They felt heavy and hung in the air. I wouldn't lie and say that a part of me wasn't a little nervous or maybe even upset that I was going through this. But I also knew that this was the only way we where going to get answers. Of course, I
With a long a willful sigh, I placed my hands on the cool wooden table that sat before me. I couldn't help staring down at the pattern of the table, slowly following the curves of the wood. Despite the room being full of angry murmurs and untrust, I found my self calm. My nerves, for the first time in the last few weeks had returned to their calm state. I knew that in my heart, what I was about to say was the right thing to do. Regardless of how Lucius felt, regardless of what was going to be said, I would follow through on my idea I had formed while waiting for everyone to gather. Sebastion and I had decided that I would let my self get caught by the enemy. We will play right into their hands with a back up plan. We still had the communication pieces given by Atticus a long time ago. We could use them to communicate to each other and relay information back and fort
Water droplets fell from the sky in a light trickle. It splashed upon my face and traveled down my chin. A shivered from the cold touch, and from the memories that came with it. Rain, both a blessing and a curse. I pulled my cloak tighter around my body and continued to walk down the empty market street. Sebastion amd Maya walked on my right side while Drake walked on my left. Sebastion and I shared a disgruntled glance as each drop became heavier as we continued toward our destination. A warm hand found its way under my cloak and wrapped around my fingers. The hand squeezed mine reassuringly and I looked up at Drake surprised. He didnt look down at me, just kept his cloaked head forward. Despite my past protests he still forced himself to attend our meeting. I was grateful for his presence, but I still worried about him. With the rain he said his work load had decreased, so for now I wouldn't push h
I eyed Sebastion warily. The dark bruises under his eyes, and the tormented look upon his face where all to revealing. The need to kill had been much stronger than my own, and he was only on the brink of turning into a blood thirsty monster. He sat slumped forward in his chair, his eyes partially closed as he sat exhausted at the table before me. He was trying so hard to fight the urge, and it was only getting worse. I wonder if this was how dad felt before he died. Would Sebastion actually die from with drawl? Even if he didn't he still looked like absolute garbage. His hair was a disheveled mess, he was pale white and honestly looked as if he was fading. I couldn't help but feel sorry for him. I watched as he slowly leaned against Maya, his head resting in the crook of her neck. His breathing wasn't noticeably labored to the untrained eye, but having spent our entire lives together, I knew that he was struggling. His b
A few days has passed since our fight. Everything on the outside seems normal. Kisses here and there, Drake still sleeps with me tucked against him, he even started eating breakfast with me in the morning. But the pleasantries and niceties just seemed forced. The smiles where off, and the kisses weren't filled with warmth. Although that could just be me. Nothing has felt the same since Nicklos's warning. I find myself overanalyzing his actions a lot. Everything he does, I find myself thinking negatively about. How he holds me at night, even though its close, I feel like it's a way of him asserting his dominance. Even though he did it even before our fight, I find myself thinking about it negatively. 'He isn't what he seems.' Even now, as I sit across the table from him, eating our breakfast together, it seems domineering. He didn't do this before, so why does he start eating with me now? Of course he is still working th
I sat with my head cast down at the Tavern table that we sat at yesterday. It was quieter than yesterday thankfully. I don't think that my headache would have successfully made it through another loud crowd. It was still early in the day, so the residents where working or too modest to drink during the day. The only ones that had seemed to show up so far, where mercenaries looking for work. Of course this Kingdom could really offer nothing for fighting work, because they had been sieged of course by Drakos. If they where to go against the assassin forces, there surely would be a retaliation as punishment and that meant the Princess'sl life would be in further danger. Of course Silvus could just be in as much danger as the eldest Princess. It was a façade created by Drakos so he could have complete control over the situations. There was always another plan without fail. If they couldn't keep the people