LucyThe sun was just beginning its ascent as I joined the group of supernaturals gathered at the edge of the woods. The air was crisp and carried the promise of a new day. We were here for a Habitat Restoration event organized by Helping Hands. I wasn’t sure what sort of habitat we were going to be working on, but I was kind of excited. Duke was beside me, his expression bright as he released Hunter into the sky. It circled overhead, cawing happily. "Don’t go too far,” Duke said, looking up at him. “And don’t pick up anything shiny.”I grinned at the magpie's antics, watching as it darted and swooped through the air. "He's quite the show-off, isn't he?"Duke chuckled. "He likes to be the center of attention."The leaders of the event started to divide us up for the minor work. As we began our work, I focused on the task at hand. I could feel the energy of the earth beneath my fingers as I planted saplings and pulled the tangled brush apart. Throughout the morning, we worked togeth
DavidNext time, I would just take Lucy to a fairy grove, just the two of us. To be fair, it wasn’t Amelia’s fault she had terrible timing. And it wasn’t the organizer’s fault for sending her with me, but none of that made it any better. When I got back, the mood had gone, and I hadn’t known what to say to Lucy about Amelia. Lucy looked uncomfortable, so I hadn’t brought it up yet. It definitely ruined the rest of the trip. I couldn’t decide if I should be upset about it or relieved that I didn’t cross a line that neither of us was ready to cross yet. That evening, after I’d returned to the Blood Moon Estate, I descended the hidden staircase to the secret room. I solved the puzzle and entered the room, noting that the air inside was colder than before. The crystal necklace glinted in the darkness, emanating an otherworldly glow that seemed to beckon me forward and push me away. I set my magical analysis kit underneath the single torch, grabbed the necklace, and sat down. The kit was
LucyA few days after the fairy trip, I found myself in a weird mood. I wanted to talk to David, to ask him about Amelia, but I didn’t know what to say, and I didn’t want to ask something ridiculous. I sighed and headed toward the Hecate Coven’s headquarters to meet with Lucian. I entered the main corridor from the campus and was struck still at the sight of a group of ethereal figures approaching me from down the corridor. They were unlike any beings I had encountered before – tall, graceful, with an otherworldly aura that set them apart from humans or supernaturals. What were they? They glided by and then I caught sight of a necklace around a woman’s throat that I recognized from one of my textbooks. They were elves, I realized, my heart quickening with a mixture of curiosity and excitement.The elves moved with a fluid elegance, their steps seemingly in harmony with the air around them. As they drew closer, their keen eyes met mine, and a sense of acknowledgment passed between us
PeterIt had been almost too long since I had set the date with Michelle. And now, I was driving to the Blood Moon Estate, oddly excited and full of anxiety. I had no thoughts about getting any intel about what David was up to or anything else. My whole mind was focused on the night ahead of me with Michelle. I had never been one to get anxious about dates, but tonight felt different. Michelle was more than just a random human I chose to spend my time with and get pleasure from, and this was no ordinary date.I approached the grand entrance of the Estate, and the imposing guards stationed there regarded me with a level of skepticism. I could sense their wariness, their doubt about my intentions. I simply flashed a polite smile, offering a nod of acknowledgment, and rolled down my window."Evening," I greeted them calmly, my tone friendly but measured. "I'm here to pick up Michelle for our date."One of the guards eyed me critically for a moment before stepping closer to the car, his
PeterI hushed her, holding back the desire to taste he lips again. Not now. Not yet."Thank you for a wonderful evening," I murmured against her lips. “I look forward to our next date.”“Me too,” she whispered, leaning into my arms. I barely suppressed a shudder as I took a deep breath of her scent and squeezed her close. “I’ll take you to sushi next.”She wrinkled her nose. “That’s… raw fish, right?”I chuckled. “So it is. Feel adventurous?”“Baby steps, please,” she said, her eyes sparkling. “Raw steak?”She paled, and I laughed, pulling back. “Get some rest, Michelle, before your sister comes out to maul me.”She shook her head. “Good night, Peter.”“Wait.” She turned back. My stomach churned. “I meant to ask you something.”She tilted her head. “Would you be my date for the Crescent Moon Festival?”Her eyes widened, but the look of pleasure on her face was unmistakable. “As long as you don’t feed me something weird.”I grinned. “Nothing but regular steak to be had there… I’l
TonyI walked into my office with a scowl etched deep on my face. The meetings with various business representatives had gone well enough, but the gnawing feeling of unease hadn't left me. It wasn't the business deals that troubled me; it was the underlying fact that I was doing a job that I had no rightful claim to. Our father was the alpha of Blue Moon. He should be in these fucking meetings. I should be refusing to go, but the guilt tugged me from bed and sent me out to make sure that the pack didn’t go destitute or veer toward destruction the way it had been when our father had been alpha was too strong to ignore.Besides, I had nothing else to hang on to now that Matt and I were so distant, Lucy was a distant goal, and there was no one I could rely on. I took a seat behind my desk, my fingers drumming restlessly on its surface. Not once had our father seemed interested in actually running the logistics of the pack. Cline wasn’t helpful, too busy scheming with him to do what, bu
TonyHis words cut through my frustration, a reminder that Matt was still on my side. We headed back outside and followed the scent deeper into the woods. The scent of blood hung heavy in the air.“Why wouldn’t he want to know if someone had been attacked?” I asked. “Because he attacked them.”My gut turned at that thought as I heard something rustling. “It’s just there,” Matt said, turning his gaze toward the soft rustling sound. “She’s… there.”“She?”Then, as if the forest itself was answering me, a soft moan of pain lifted into the air. A single, bloody hand reached out from under the foliage and clawed at the ground like she was dragging her body. Then, I saw her face. “Ginevra?”Her face was marred by blood and dirt. Her hands were bloodied. Her other hand was clutching a dagger that gleamed ominously in the fading light, slick with blood. My heart pounded in my chest. I was shocked. It was clear that she had been attacked, but what struck me most were the scents that clung
TonyI felt like the ground had been ripped out from under me, and I realized that her sickness and whatever treatments she’d been taking had to be what that scent in her blood was. It had been sheer luck that Quillan had been born, luck that he had an incident that would lead him here, luck that Ginevra was brought here. I didn’t know what to say. I looked at her, really looked at her, and suddenly, the odd coloring at her temples made sense. I reached for her hair and felt the odd texture of it: too smooth to be real. It was a wig. “H-How long?”Her lips twitched. “Years.”I closed my eyes. “Does he know?”Tears slipped down her cheeks. “Yes.”“You were just going to—““Don’t get on your high horse,” she seethed. Her eyes going hazy. “My sister… My sister would have taken him… She promised if I never found you… She lives in California. Invite her to my funeral if I get one…”Her voice started to fade. Her grip started to falter. “Tell Quill’ I love him…” she said softly. “Tell h
LucyThe morning sun, a mischievous wink through the blinds, painted golden stripes across our bed. I snuggled deeper into the warmth of David's embrace, the rhythmic rise and fall of his chest a soothing lullaby. He slipped his hand across my lower back. The warmth of his bare skin against mine set a spark of pleasure through me. He rumbled low and content into my hair. “Wake up,” David rumbled. He kissed my head and twined a curl around his finger. “We have things to do.”“You shouldn’t have kept me up all night.”He chuckled. “You didn’t say that last night.”I nudged him. He dipped his head to nip my lips. “You know, if it’s too much, you can always tell me to slow down.”He’d been saying that for five years now, and I never found a reason to tell him to. He knew that. His eyes flickered between colors. I nipped his lower lip. “Give me a reason.”He smirked and rolled me onto my back. “To slow down or…”“To get up,” I said as he kissed
LucyI sat on the cold stone, watching her, but she didn’t move another muscle. I didn’t know how long it had been, but it didn’t matter. The spectral glow around her was starting to dim, and my mind was just too stressed to do too much thinking. The light of the ritual, the spell I’d used, the blood on my hands all flashed through my mind, and part of me wondered if it was all just a dream. I looked down at the stained and ruined gown. The armor was as pristine as ever, but most of the embroidered roses were torn or stained. This dress would never be white again, let alone whole. I flicked a piece of the long, gossamer fabric and shook my head. I really liked this dress.“Lucy!”I turned my head toward the sound of David’s voice, wrung out and relieved to hear him. He was rushing through the air towards me. He dropped down a few feet from me, looking so worried I could cry.I smiled at him as he dropped to his knees beside me and threw his arms around me,
LucyI sailed through the air, landing with a jarring thud within the ritual circle. With a trembling hand, I pushed myself up, my senses on high alert. A figure, cloaked in darkness, appeared in front of me. My blood ran cold. Selene."Well, well, Lucy," her voice, honeyed yet laced with venom, slithered into the darkness. "Thank you ever so much for making this easy at last.”I grit my teeth. I wouldn't go down without a fight. Straightening my shoulders, I met her gaze, my voice shaking but resolute. "You underestimate me.” “No, Lucy,” her voice dropped, and a cruel smile twisted her lips. "You underestimate me.” The chanting grew louder around me. I lunged for the necklace, my fingers grazing its cold surface before Selene snatched it away, a triumphant gleam in her eyes. But that touch, fleeting as it was, ignited something. I felt her pushing at my mind. I felt her shoving me back until I could see the forest from before, and we were fighting in a ci
MattMy vision pulsed and flickered, a strobe light of pain blurring the edges of reality. Tony rained blows down on me, slashing with claws. Each hit chipped away at my resolve and my control, leaving behind a raw desperation to end this quickly. My armor protected me from most of the damage, but still. He was always the stronger of the two of us. I thought it was just because he was the older of the two of us, but this was different. I thought for sure he was going to bite off my head. Then, a flash of golden light arced through the air, and a spear lanced past my shoulder, catching Tony square in the chest. I turned back to see Ginevra hovering in the air. Her golden dress glowed as she passed me with a glowing winge spreading from her back. What the absolute fuck?Tony staggered, falling to the ground, and Dad darted forward, encasing Tony in a shimmering web of light. The wave turned to chains. He thrashed and howled, straining against the magical bonds, but t
LucyPeter's breath hitched, rasping, and shallow, then deepened into a cough that wracked his battered body. His eyelids fluttered, eyelids so pale they were almost luminous in the dim torchlight. He struggled to get up, leaning on his Spear and on Michelle. The light pulsing through the Spear rippled over his skin. He let out a soft sigh and stumbled a little. “Peter?”“I... It’s gone.”“What?” Michelle gasped as his hair started to change, losing the gray color and growing dark. His face turned younger until I was sure that he was all of twenty-something. He grew a bit taller, too, bigger until his shirt strained against his chest and his buttons popped. He flushed. “Well… that’s not…” He cleared his throat as Michelle smiled up at him. “So this is what you looked like in your youth?”He scoffed. “I’m much younger than you think.”He grunted, pressing a hand to his side. “Wish the Spear would heal the wound, though.”I winced. “Sorry… it’s a
PeterMy feet pounded a frantic rhythm against the uneven earth, branches whipping at my face, thorns tearing at my clothes. How long had I been running? How much further did I have to go? I didn’t know, and it didn’t matter so long as I got there. My lungs burned, legs screaming in protest, but still I ran. The trail of blood behind me and the patchwork of wounds across my body, chunks of missing and regrowing flesh, weren’t my concern right now. The creature—the wolf was after me, and unlike before, it didn’t seem willing to back off or slow down. It was going to kill me, and what happened after that was anyone’s guess. Behind me, the guttural snarl of the wolf echoed through the trees. Too close to be comfortable. Too close to make sense. This was too much like that dream, but worse. So much worse. The sky was a kaleidoscope of images I could barely make out. They flashed in the sky and in my vision, making it hard to see. I saw Lucy. I saw Michelle. The long
LucyAdrenaline surging, I grabbed Michelle and pulled her after me deeper into the inky depths of the tunnel.“Quick!”She panted. “What’s going on? Peter—”“He’s possessed,” I said. “Just keep running for now!”I saw my Allison up ahead, leading me down another tunnel. Behind us, I heard Peter's guttural snarls, the rhythmic thud of his feet echoed eerily in the confined space. We had to lose him and the other one quickly, but we didn’t seem to be putting enough distance between us. Panic coiled in my gut, urging me to run faster and push my body beyond its limits. Michelle kept up relatively well. We twisted and turned, navigating the treacherous path by torchlight and the spectral murmurs of White Moon's fallen. But the passage seemed to twist back on itself. When we were back at the forked path, the faint light that had been illuminating the tunnel went out, plunging us into darkness.Michelle shuddered. She drew closer to me and tightened her grip on m
LucyI was back in that house with that couple that adopted me. I felt the floorboards creaking as I went downstairs. I saw the men in suits. I shrieked, turning. Not again. I couldn’t be back here. Where was David? How had I gotten back here? I looked down. I wasn’t… wearing the dress or the armor. I had no daggers. My hair was just as uncombed and dry as it had been then. When I looked in the mirror, the skinny young woman who had barely had anything more than ramen and school lunch stared back at me. My stomach lurched. The door opened, and I turned to run, knowing what was about to happen. I dug my heels in as dark shadows pulled me towards the door. I felt myself being lifted onto someone’s shoulders. I fought and kicked, but all my training and all my strength were gone. I saw the calendar on the wall, but the date was different. It wasn’t my birthday. It was the day of the Crescent Moon Festival. I screamed, grabbing anything I could manage. Then, Sele
DavidOren's head arced through the firelit air, landed, and rolled. His body dropped to the ground, still spurting blood. Then, all hell broke loose.The shimmering barrier around the Ball faltered, rippling like a pond, before collapsing entirely. Hunters poured into the arena, their snarls blending with everyone's shocked gasps. “Defensive measures, now!” I yelled, my voice carrying over the sound of the attack. A group of dragon shifters took to the sky as my blade clashed with the first hunter. How had they gotten through the barrier? I saw a flicker of a ghost and growled. “Selene!” I shoved the hunter back, slicing through him before sending out a shockwave of air. She’d been behind this, and maybe she’d been planning this for years, using the werewolf virus to spy on the preparations. It would make sense to try and get rid of me. I was the direct descendant of Fenris. More than that, it was their movements. Each and every one of them moved e