Immediately we touched down to the community via teleportation, I quickly started down the road to Peter's huts, glad they had arrived at the same spot where we had taken off from. "Maya, wait!" I heard Diana call, and faltered in my steps, coming to a total halt when she barreled into me. "You couldn't wait for me? Why?" "Well, I had thought the queen would have need for the magicians of the community, seeing that you are a high class mage, just like earlier." I answered, resuming walking, stopping again when I heard Raul call my name. What again? I turned around this time, to look at the company of witches that were already dissembling, each heading to their houses. And then I saw Adam staring at me, even with Rachel in his arms, even with Rachel talking about whatever. His eyes still remain fixed on me, undeterred, when Rachel stomped her feet, after realizing she wasn't the center of his attention; when she glared at me after finding out that I was the object of his attention
“What do you mean by Adam is here?” My incredulity rang loud in my question, so much so that my thoughts on the long white hair strand were forgotten. I stood up from the bed then, and started pacing wildly in my room, not understanding why Adam was like a leech that refused to get away. Was he that desperate for my pussy? Well, wouldn’t that be the same tactic which he had employed before? Show enough desperation to bed the girl. He had expected me to fall into the trap when he had mentioned the cave, thinking I was a different girl. Too bad for him. His desperation wasn't going to thaw the ice. If anything, it was making me annoyed, and more revengeful. “He has been here for the past thirty minutes. Mother had tried sending him away, knowing from your attitude in the party, that you don’t have a good relationship with him. But he has been persistent. And not even Dad threatening thunder and brimstone, and I vowing to cut his balls had managed to fend him off. Dude is determin
I was the only reason he was here?I chuckled, then stopped short when I saw the myriad of emotions in his eyes, the story in them, the seemingly want in them for me.He generally looked like a puppy panting after his master for a tap on the head. He looked at me like I was a drop of water needed by a traveler in the dry sandy desert.But I knew Adam. I knew what he had done.As I stared at him, my mind reeled off his deeds again—not that I ever forgot his inhumane acts— and my hands clenched into tight fists, as I struggled to hold back the urge to slap him. The anger bubbling inside me threatened to overflow, but I forced myself to remain composed, to keep my emotions in check.What was Adam’s plan? How could he look so serene, so calm, while talking to me as if nothing had happened? It was infuriating. If I didn't know what he had done, if I hadn't discovered the truth about his betrayal, I might have fallen for his facade once again. I might have been drawn back into his web of
“Sorry about that, I was just on a roll. Let me tell you the full story.” Adam whispered, turning to me, and I cringed. His whisper wasn’t good for me, and there wasn’t much space on the hay to make enough distance between us. Price to pay for a confession. Should be worth it please. “As I mentioned before. I bullied Maya. Me and my brothers. And as I mentioned before, she didn’t have the wolf gene, so she was the butt of jokes to a lot of the people in the pack. It had continued for more than a year without my father knowing, or rather without any report being made boldly to him, until a particular day.”A pause.“She had been bullied in the school’s cafeteria, and her friend, Naomi—the only one that she had deemed worthy to speak with in our pack—had made the report to the principal who oversaw the running of the school’s activities…”Adam chuckled drily. Most likely remembering the episode that wasn’t at all funny to me.“Naomi was adamant for justice to be gotten for Maya, prob
My breath hitched in my throat when Adam stopped at my words, and turned to face me. But not just his face now, but his entire frame; his rib area was on the hay, and his body was at a 180 degree angle. His eyes were full of emotions that were not healthy to my heart. “Why did you turn? I think you should return to your former position.” I met his gaze head on, aware that any slight movement I indulged would sell me off—that I was affected by him. If my words hadn’t revealed that much already.“Do I make you uncomfortable, Dora?” Adam’s eyes perused the contours of my face as if commiting the edges of my face—or rather mask—to memory, though I noticed that his gaze lingered the most on my lips when his eyes caught them. “Yes, you make me uncomfortable, Adam. I don’t like you, your brothers included. You all have this negative aura. Are you going to continue the story or not?” He huffed then, and turned away from me, returning to his former position. Thank the goddess. “Would y
Adam's hands on my waist, before I could move away from him, sent a rush of conflicting emotions coursing through me. I wanted to push him away, to scream at him for what he had done, but at the same time, I couldn't deny the familiar warmth that spread through my body at his touch. It had been so long since I had felt his hands on me, and a part of me had missed it, had craved it, despite everything.At the party, I had been on drugs, a drug that had heightened my anger, and control over my emotions. But now, at this moment, when Adam’s explanations were contraindicating to mine, I was confused.As his lips brushed against my neck in a soft kiss, I felt a wave of nostalgia wash over me. It was like stepping back in time, to a time when things were simpler, when I still believed in us. But reality came crashing back as I remembered the pain and betrayal he had caused me.Should I deny myself this moment of weakness? Should I deny the part of me that still longed for him, that still
First day at a witches’ community school. What outfit should I go with? I wondered, as my eyes perused the three options that laid flat on my bed. My right knuckles under my jaw, I let my mind conjure up what Naomi would choose if she was here with me. Well, first of all, she would be happy about my wardrobe upskill. She would be glad that I had at least taken a hint from her before disappearing on her. I sighed, and sat on the stool in only my undergarments. Diana was already off to school. I still didn’t understand how their school works—letting children in around six am. Laura explained it’s more of magic, than the worldly stuff we learn in a normal school. Well I had to ask if I should expect the same at the one I was heading to. Her perceptive nod had thrown me in a frenzy. Yes, they had mentioned that I had a magic gene in me—probably why the wolf gene had been absent—but I didn’t believe it. I have seen nothing special about me, except that which I had stolen from Adam
As I stood outside the school, taking in the sight of the old, stone buildings and towering spires, I couldn't help but feel a sense of awe and wonder. The school looked like something out of a fairy tale, with its ancient architecture and mysterious aura. It reminded me of Hogwarts in the Harry Potter series. Quite large for a small community if I must say, unless they accepted intakes from other communities. As a matter of fact, I think they do. I can remember Peter saying distinctively last night that the school was one of the best in the witches society, or realm. Whichever. The walls of the buildings were weathered and worn, covered in ivy and moss that gave them a magical, otherworldly appearance. The windows were tall and narrow, like something you might see in a castle, and the doors were carved from solid wood, with intricate designs that hinted at the school's long history.Despite the grandeur of the buildings, there was also a sense of familiarity to them, like I had be
“Is there a problem now?” I asked the girls, stamping down, with all of my will, the panic that was threatening to rise to the surface at the prospect of me being bullied in the store room. I could see one of the girls, Nina, bring out her phone from the slice in her jacket. They were going to video whatever was going to transpire here, whatever they were about to do. For a full minute, I regretted stopping here to eavesdrop. But then, would I have escaped this? They would have still waited for me. It was better that I had even eavesdropped. That way, I did have some hold over them. But then, I knew that I couldn’t use it now. It would be forcibly taken away, and my leverage would be gone before it could even be used. No, I couldn’t do that. But then, what do I do? How do I get free from this entanglement? I wondered, wishing almost frantically, that Raul would come here, to perhaps take something or anything at all. I wished that would come to check on me, and taunt me. During
Why hadn’t the fourth girl spoken? I wondered, letting my eyes roam the lanky figure of the girl, who was short and wore nerd glasses. The girl had slightly spiked hair, as if they had just been pulled. My eyes rested and remained on her hands which were clasped in front of her. She wasn’t looking at me, rather she was staring at the floor like it was telling her something of importance. She was also carrying more than one bag. Now that I see it clearly, she was carrying the bag of the blondie. I knew because the blondie wasn’t carrying any. She was rather staring at me with annoyance mixed with faint curiosity. I wouldn’t be surprised if she was Chyra, noting the stance which reminded me of Peter and his brother, Dim. Yet, my eyes withdrew back to the fourth girl whom I hadn’t heard her voice. Another Levina. Of course , I could tell that she was their foot mat, another of their bullied. Was Rachel aware of this? I thought, remembering that I hadn’t seen the girl near them
“Oh…that? I haven’t met her particularly since she was born. I can’t bother myself with something of no value. That family grates on my nerves for some reason. I would go as far as saying that I hate them. I share my parents’ feelings about them.”I balked, stepping away from the door. Partly because of the hate I heard in Chyra’s voice, and partly because my mind had told me to. But I didn’t consider my mind’s individuality at the moment, rather on Chyra’s hate. Diana was six years old, or perhaps seven. And she didn’t know the girl that was my closest ally? At least you should know the names of your enemies. I thought, sinking my fingers into my hair, ruffling them out of anger and mild frustration. “You know, Nina. I don’t know which family we should be afraid of the most. Chyra’s or Rachel’s?” Nina. The name of the third person. I listened keenly to get her own voice. “I think we should fear Rachel’s the more. At least Chyra’s parents don’t have blood on their hands yet.”
Minions of Rachel? Interesting. I thought, taking another bite of the chocolate bar, the last one actually. My stomach grumbled when I was done, but I ignored it and stood up from the chair. I was done hearing them speak. I walked to the dustbin that was just next to the door, and dropped the wrap inside. “But to be honest, she might not go with the idea. As a matter of fact, she hasn’t responded to any of my texts since yesterday, or is it only me?” I paused, wanting to hear this. “Not at all. I think the queen might have confiscated her phone, or she just doesn’t want to talk.” “Well, I don’t blame her. She had been humiliated in front of the whole school. If you remembered, she hadn’t said a word after the cafeteria incident. Reasoning it now, I don’t think her mother had seized her phone. She just doesn’t want to talk with us. Perhaps, taking the days to process what exactly had happened. I’m still not sure why she didn't fight back.” “Yes, me too. Now that I think of it,
Finally. I mused, looking at the time. It was half past six. I yawned, feeling hunger yanking my intestines and stretching. The sumptuous food that the matrons had filled up my plate with at the cafeteria seemed to have evaporated. I knew that the principal had been behind it, the food I mean. I had expected the matrons to hiss and maybe spit in my food, but there had been a relief look and somewhat happiness shining in their eyes as I had kept passing my tray from one matron to the other. It was then I had understood that they had wanted to report the bullying scenario, but had been afraid for their lives, and for their families. I was not sure what Rachel had used as a threat over them, but it had been enough to keep their mouths shut, and I wouldn’t understand that if I wasn’t in their position. It was probably the only reason why I had given a short smile to Sinclair when our eyes had met in the hallway after school had dismissed. He had stumbled in his steps, but I was al
When I got to the shop, the first thing I noticed was that it was too crowded. When Peter and I had come here for the first time, when he had introduced the first shopkeeper whom I believed to be higher than the other one, it had been in the evening. There hadn’t been many people buying and selling in the big store then. Yet I had thought them many, I had thought I would be able to cope, having made the calculations in my head. I scoffed at myself now, at my mundane brain. Would I survive here? I found myself asking, taking in the bustling and shuffling of plenty of feet. “Dora! Over here!” I sharply turned toward the caller, relief tampering my nerves when I saw that it had been the first shopkeeper who was jovial, who Peter had introduced me to. Mr. Francis. “Good afternoon, Mr. Francis.” I greeted, when I got to him. “Good afternoon, Dora. How was school today?” He asked with a small smile on his face. Was he ever not smiling? Just throw a container of milk on the floor
I waited for ten minutes; I waited till I was sure that Sinclair wouldn’t be coming. Then, I went into the library, having been amazed by the sculptured cat just by the entrance. As I stood amidst the hushed aisles of the library, the scent of aged paper and leather bindings enveloped me like a familiar embrace. It was strangely comforting, this sanctuary of knowledge, amidst the chaos in the hallways. With a faint smile, I decided to explore the shelves, my curiosity piqued by the prospect of uncovering hidden secrets within the pages of dusty tomes.My first class teacher would have to forgive me.Approaching the front desk, I greeted the librarian, a stern-looking woman peering at me over the rim of her glasses. "Excuse me, do you have any books on magic beasts?" I inquired, trying to sound nonchalant despite the excitement bubbling within me.The librarian's expression softened slightly, her curiosity evident as she regarded me. "Magic beasts, you say?" She murmured, her gaz
I was dreaming.I found myself in a dense forest, the trees towering above me, their branches reaching out like skeletal fingers. The air was thick with mist, curling around my ankles and making it hard to see more than a few feet ahead. Shadows moved just beyond my sight, elusive and fleeting. The soft rustling of leaves accompanied by the distant call of an owl filled the air, creating an eerie symphony that sent chills down my spine.As I walked deeper into the woods, a strange feeling washed over me. It was as if I was being watched, a presence both comforting and unsettling, like an old friend you hadn’t seen in years. My heart pounded in my chest, a mixture of fear and curiosity driving me forward.Suddenly, the trees parted, and I was face to face with a beast. Its eyes glowed with an eerie light, and its body seemed to be made of shadows and mist, shifting and swirling as if it were barely contained. It stood on four legs, each one ending in claws that dug into the earth, ye
At my question about the Queen’s vigilante beasts, Laura jerked and glanced at Peter, who in turn looked at Diana before finally landing his gaze on me. “How do you know about the beasts?”He asked, his tone taking a stern quality.I knew that it was on the tip of his tongue to ask if I had seen them, but then that was impossible, so he didn’t. Yet, it showed that Peter assumed anything was possible when it came to me, showed that I had a penchant for being at places or doing things quite spectacular. I could read that at least in his eyes.“Levina told me all about it when we had left the school’s premises. According to her, the beasts are being deployed as vigilantes in the community. Have any of you seen them?”Laura shook her head. “Levina must have told you that already. So, I don’t know why you would ask that…” She paused, probably seeing the slanting of my mouth in a smirk. “Quench that curiosity, Maya. Nothing good will come out of it this time around. The beasts aren’t Pro