I finished another shower, dried off, and donned a sea foam green pair of pants and matching bandeau top. I spent a little more time on my hair since it was for the coronation, pulling it high on top of my head before braiding it, then wrapping it in a bun. In between dressing and doing my hair, I went to the window in search of a dragon. Each time I left disappointed. After returning from the cave Jesse and Rayne had gone to his room, promising to meet me at the coronation. I went past his door and listened. It was quiet so I headed downstairs. Throngs of gargoyles talked excitedly as they walked in the same direction. I guessed they were headed to the coronation, so I followed. At the large opening to the throne room, a warrior stopped me. The space had been decorated with a myriad of golden strands, like streamers hanging from the ceiling between the peculiar round lights. The gargoyle turned slightly and bowed. "Welcome, Jasmine of Sharra." His voice boomed through the corridor.
Graves had kept me longer than expected. By the time I reached the exit, Rayne and Jesse were no longer in sight. So I closed my eyes and listened. At first I didn't hear anything except the fun going on at the party. But I pushed farther and farther, focusing until I heard Rayne's soft laugh. "Got you." I opened my eyes and started forward. A lone gargoyle blocked my path. He wore a creepy smile as he studied me. "Talking to myself," I said, moving in the direction of the stairs. "Don't go, little princess." He wrapped his arms around me from behind, holding me fast. I immediately went limp, allowing him to bear all my weight. His grip slipped just enough that I was able to ram the back of my foot into his knees and roll forward out of his arms. The gargoyle cried out, and I was free before he even realized what had happened. Using my vampire speed, I dashed over to the stairs and raced down them before he had a chance to recover. When I'd gone down two flights, I paused and li
"Let's get out of here." Rayne said, turning away from me and toward the entrance. "I can't stay here anymore." She touched the wall and it began to rise. I glanced sideways, hoping to get Jesse's attention, but he wouldn't look at me either. Troy still held me fast. "It's okay," he whispered. I didn't know if it would be. I crossed my arms and waited as the wall retreated into the ceiling. On the other side, Rave and Scotch were waiting for us. My neck prickled. Something about them looked off. "Sharra will see you now," Scotch said. His voice was entirely void of character and his brilliant orange wings had faded to dull umber. Worse, he mentioned Sharra. Rave and Scotch had become Akuma, soulless demon creatures. Rave took hold of Jesse, but Jesse forced himself from the gargoyle's grasp. "Let me go." Scotch tried to grab me, but I scooted out of the way as Troy half shifted and ripped off the gargoyle's arm. He didn't even flinch. "Jesse, take Rayne and get out of here. Now,
I walked and walked for what felt like months. Dark sky hung above without a moon or stars to guide me. The sand beneath me sank with every step, burying my bare feet, scorching my skin regardless of the missing sunlight. I climbed hill after sandy hill, trying to find my way out, but it was endless. I crested each summit, hope filling my breast, only to have it dashed when I reached the top and saw a dozen more hills stretched out in every direction.And with each step came the relentless berating. You'll never defeat her. You won't succeed. Give yourself over to Sharra. Then you can't fail.I fought against the voice inside my head. Time passed, and I began to believe this was my only existence. The sand and dark sky were real. Everything else had been a dream. I finally lay down, not caring that the sand burned. In fact, I relished its stinging, welcomed it. Closed my eyes, desperate to be done. Hope no longer existed. Only the burning sand and the darkness. Only fai
I opened my eyes for real this time. They went immediately to the window. It was even darker than I remembered, and I wondered how long I'd been gone.""Jazz." Troy was abruptly at my side, sitting beside me on the bed. Relief covered his entire face like a blanket."Where are we?" I rubbed at my temples, trying to regain my bearings. "We're still in the gargoyle realm," he said. His eyes shone with unshed tears. "I didn't think you were coming back to me." With infinite care, he brushed some hair off my forehead. "How long have I been asleep?""Eleven days." He scooted closer. "You look better, like you've eaten."I glanced down at my hands. "I did.""Oh?" He was understandably alarmed by the revelation. "How?"I touched the wooden bear on my wrist. "Christopher," I said plainly, knowing I needed to tell the truth. "That's impossible." His voice was hard. "I've been with you the whole time and he hasn't been here.""Well," my voice lifted along with my gaze. "He was able to reach m
I didn't need light to see. Neither did Troy. But the rest of the world did. And it was my job to keep it from disappearing completely, especially since the looming darkness was my fault. After leaving the gargoyle realm, it only took us a few days to find the third piece of the crown created - and then hidden - by elves a long time ago. According to Laeddin, only I could wield the powers contained within. If I collected all the pieces in time, then I would possess the magic necessary to destroy Sharra and save the world. I hoped he was right. Part of me even believed it, especially since each time I found a piece, it embedded itself in my forehead. The rest of me wasn't sure I could stop the Darkness or the Akuma, and specifically not Sharra. The prospect terrified me.But I had to try. "Stand back, Troy." I glanced up at his handsomely rugged face. He had smudges of dirt on his chin and nose, which somehow made him even more gorgeous, if that were possible. "I'm against the
In the gargoyle realm, I was given a necklace by Sharra's sister, Silindra. She wasn't actually there, and I didn't know how it worked exactly, but she gave me the necklace. All I had to do was think of where I wanted to go and it would take me there. It was tucked under my shirt, and I pulled it out. Wrapping my fingers around it, I thought of the house in Salem, Massachusetts where my mom grew up. When we arrived, I sighed. It looked the same as when I left it, expect maybe a little more dust. The house was empty, not even the gray cat, Gatsby wandered the rooms. It felt vacant without him there. Troy escorted me to my bedroom door before going into the bathroom to get cleaned up. I showered, allowing the hot water to rinse away the stress that clung to me from the troll realm. My interchange with the assassin still ran through my mind. I didn't know whether I should believe him or not. Part of me felt like it was too easy. None of the other assassins had offered so much as a h
It was a cake with lit candles on top. Eighteen fiery reminders that I had my birthday in the gargoyle realm. "What's this?" Had he gone out and got me a cake? It looked that way. "A woman needs a cake for her eighteenth birthday, even if it is a little late." He pressed his lips to mine softly."Honestly, I'd rather have other things," I said. "Especially since I don't eat cake.""Other things are nice." He wriggled his eyebrows, making me laugh. "But this is a special cake made with special magic from the realm of Sharra." "What?" I went to stick a finger in the frosting, but he held it out of my way. "Not until I sing and you blow out the candles." He walked by, sitting on my bed and placed the cake in the center. "You're going to sing to me?" I couldn't help but remember my actual birthday. Troy and I had spent a long time kissing, and kissing some more. It'd been one of the best days of my life. I couldn't have asked for a better present and had told him as much. So, the fact
That night, after all of the festivities were over and we said our goodbyes, Troy and I went back to the small house that used to be my mother's. Now that Sharra was no longer a threat, the chayot set up a meeting between several of the heads of different countries in the human realm and me. There, with the help of the chayot, we discussed relaxing the laws for supernaturals. Together we came to an agreement and I created a magical system with the help of Heathcliff and several other human scientists. After much discussion, I became aware of the KPID, a supernatural government agency known as the King's Paranormal Inquiries Division. The organization had been tracking supernaturals for hundreds of years, at first in the United Kingdom, but in the mid seventeen hundreds, they'd moved over to America as well. Given access to the KPID's super top secret information, I was able to update and strengthen the magic already in place as well as add some newer, more technical attributes with He
"Are you ready?" I asked. We were standing outside on my balcony. I took Troy's hand as my wings fluttered behind me. My engagement ring sparkled in the midday light and I couldn't help but admire it. Troy had asked Jesse and the gargoyles to create the ring for me. A thick platinum band with vines filigreed on either side leading to the center where sat a delicate jasmine flower made of diamonds and blue topaz."Are you sure you can do this?" Troy was teasing me, pretending to be nervous about me flying him around Sharra. "There's only one way to find out," I said, and leaped into the air. Troy whooped out a holler as he clung to my hands, his body dangling below."Don't drop him, Jasmine. It isn't every day you find someone crazy enough to fall for you," Abrea said beside me, her pixilette wings fluttering gracefully. "True." I laughed and the action felt really good."Jasmine? We need to leave for the wedding," my mom called from back in my room. I rolled my eyes and glanced at
Before I knew it, I was laughing as tears of joy leaked onto my cheeks. He set me on the ground and pushed my hair out of my face, then cupped it in his hands. "I love you vampire girl." "You do?" I believed him, but needed reassurance as my hands curled around his wrists. "More than I believed it was possible to love." He bent his head and gently touched his lips to mine, his eyes still open and on me. I kissed him back, as a gurgle of happiness shot through me. The sweet kiss turned hot and needy. I loved him and wanted him and didn't care who knew it. He pressed my mouth open, deepening our kiss as his arms went around my waist and he lifted me off the ground. "Hey you two?" It was my Mom. I froze and opened my eyes. Troy was watching me again. "Should we tell them?" he asked. I knew he was talking about our engagement. "Now's as good a time as any," I said as he set me on my feet. Troy took my hand and I turned to face the group. "We have an announcement," he said. The
"Do not do this," Christopher said, a look of complete disbelief on his injured face. "You have the power within you to destroy her. You know you do. So why?" I couldn't explain. But I hoped one day he and the rest would understand. If I failed, Laeddin could tell them the truth about the Unknowns, what they had planned. In the end my family would see I made the best choice. The only choice."Silence, Hunter. I'll deal with your insubordination later," Sharra said, sending a bolt of magic at Christopher. He was thrown back, landing against the other side of the cell before falling to the ground with a groan. Chris bared his fangs in anger and jumped to his feet, though slower than expected. "Hurt them and the deal is off," I seethed, facing her, my hands in fists at my sides. She gave me an innocent look. "I didn't do any permanent damage." She crossed her arms, sauntering toward me. "Now then, let's do this."I swallowed, forcing myself to remain calm. My plan would work. It had t
Determination weighed my shoulders down as I traversed the inkiness. As I went, I called out in my mind, using the magic within me to speak with Silindra and Laeddin. At once, my mind was there, in Laeddin's realm, in his library full of books. He and Silindra were there, standing close, reading something aloud. "Laeddin," I said. Laeddin glanced at me, or rather, my mental presence. Silindra looked up as well. "Is it just me or am I seeing Jasmine?" Surprise flickered across her too lovely face. "I see her too - somehow." Laeddin reached out, but his fingers couldn't touch me. I was there, but not really there. "I'm going to Sharra," I said, and looked from Laeddin to Silindra. "The darkness will swallow the earth soon. There is no more time. I need your help now. Please find me." "We're coming, Jasmine," Laeddin said, and took Silindra's hand. Were they a couple now? There was no time to figure it out. Silindra said, "Watch out for my sister. She's tricky.""I will," I said, a
Now that we had nothing to fear, Lirle and I moved quickly and undeterred toward the stronghold. As we went, Lirle talked more about the dragon she liked as well as growing up in the dragon realm. Hearing her talk, I couldn't help but admire the Hollow. It was stark and vast and though it wasn't blooming with all manner of flowers like Sharra, it still held beauty. That night as we rested and ate under a canopy of trees, I was able to witness one of the wonders of her realm. Here, the forest stirred to life at night. Everything seemed to possess a bioluminescence. Trees whose leaves were pink during the day glowed a soft white, like millions of fireflies covered them. Animals I hadn't known were there, insects and little creatures that reminded me of spider monkeys, lit up as well. It was beautiful and a little terrifying. "Why does it do this?" I asked, mesmerized. Lirle took another bite of whatever she was eating. Her lips were luminescent blue like the spider monkeys and I force
He looked up and for the briefest moment, I thought he was staring right at me. No longer angry, but still unsure. Troy spoke: I love you, too, Jazz. He stopped speaking and adjusted his weight, sitting up straighter. They added: Someone is coming. He closed his eyes and pretended to be sleeping. His cell door cranked open and a female voice spoke. "I brought you a friend. Try not to kill each other." Christopher stumbled into the room before turning and flashing his fangs. "You touch me like that again and you won't live to tell anyone about it." His hands were behind his back and black magic held his wrists together. The person he spoke to laughed. It was Sharra.I focused on Troy. His eyes burned into Chris like he would kill him. To Troy, I begged: Please remember, Chris is on our side. He believes in our love too. When Sharra forced me to kiss him, Chris stopped me and freed me from her magic. He's changed and he can help.I hoped that was true. As much as I trusted Chris
"How nice to see you, Lirle." The voice came from a gray dragon with blood red eyes. His sharp and pointy teeth glistened like they held their own light. Huge talons clamped around Lirle from behind, holding her like a sharpened straight jacket. She gasped and struggled but couldn't move. Her captor's clutches were bigger than Lirle's body. The first dragon looked at me. "And you are Jasmine, heir to Sharra and an original vampire. But where are your wings?" He opened his mouth and I thought he intended to burn me to a crisp. Instead his tongue came out and he licked me. Tasting. "Strange," he said. "Gross." I wiped my cheek with the sleeve of my shirt. It occurred to me he was speaking like Abernathy did, with his mouth and not in my mind like Lirle. Perhaps speaking aloud was a skill that came with age. The first dragon pushed through the trees, causing them to snap and break. Then he pounded his tail on the ground several times in a rhythmic fashion while lifting his head. He ro
Lirle took to the air, her attention on the direction where the sound came from. Her whole body trembled. "You're frightened. What is it?" I asked, fighting my own nerves. Lirle's eyes bore into mine and her terror shone brightly as she said: We're too late. The Ondror's magic is upon us. Listen carefully. A dragon's magic comes from the soul. Our greatest weapon is using the weaknesses of our enemy against them by showing them what they fear most. She flew over to the stream before coming back to me and pointing with one claw. Lirle asked: Do you see the soul magic coming?I followed her gaze and squinted until I saw the blackness, traveling like a deadly mist through the trees, and heading right for us. "Can we outrun it?" She shook her head and said: No. It's everywhere. She spun in a circle and I followed her. Lirle was right. It was coming from every direction, like we had a homing beacon on us. She met my gaze and said: You see? Whatever happens, whatever you experience o