Lucy
I was in the car again, fear pounding through my veins. The night of the attack replayed itself, each scene more vivid than the last. The chaos, the sinister laughter of Selene, and the desperate chase rushed through my mind. I was breathless and panicked. I heard the bullets ricocheting and myself scream as we went flying over the edge of a cliff, free falling.
I didn't remember this, but I heard myself panting. I heard David's voice like thunder cracking in the small space of the car, chanting something. Then, there was heat around me. I caught a glimpse of scales, abyss black and iridescent. Metal crunched and creaked. He shielded me with his immense wings; a magical barrier rippled around us like an impenetrable cocoon.
The night flashed through my mind. Then, there was screaming, the thudding of footsteps, and the sharp sound of something cutting through the air. I knew what it was now.
"No!"
I sat up, shuddering and fighting my blankets,
LucyI sat in the courtyard, eating from a lunchbox I'd bought from the school cafeteria, feeling good about myself. Stacy told me something about karma, and it felt like a good time to get some good karma by letting Tom have some alone time with Duke. Thinking back to that grateful grin Tom had flashed as they left, I felt even better.Maybe it wasn't completely fair to Duke, but it was for his own good.At least I was more subtle than Sarah.I laughed to myself."And what are you giggling about?" Duke asked, standing just behind me. I looked up as he glowered down at me."Had fun?""You ditched me," Duke said, finding me much later. He glowered at me. "You never came."I smiled. "I just wanted to give you time with your admirer."He flushed. "That's not... Stop playing around."I scoffed and linked arms with him. "It was so obvious, Duke. I know you noticed."He was stiff as I looked up at h
DavidThe icy expanse stretched endlessly in all directions, a desolate and frozen tundra beneath an inky sky. The cold felt too close and too distant at the same time, and unlike the last time I had been here, the ground felt solid. The snow beneath my boots glittered, the only source of radiance in this otherwise lightless world, but it didn't crunch the way snow did. It just seemed to shift away like sand almost. My stomach turned the longer I looked at it. The cold air bit at my face, and each breath hung in the air like a ghostly wisp."Can you hear me?" I yelled, my voice echoed like a screech in the wind, but no one answered. "Is anyone out there?"My chest tightened with grief and wariness. The vast emptiness weighed on me as I trudged through the snow, leaving a trail of footprints that quickly vanished in the snow drifting. I looked up and around, trying to orient myself, trying to figure out where this place was. If my theories were righ
DavidThere were witch incantations that could send a spirit back to wherever they came from, effectively killing the shifter, and then there were spells that consumed the magic in living spirits. If that place was filled with the remains of spirits, it had to be because something was killing them in a way that they would never recover from, and there was only one curse, one spell, one thing that could spread so quickly and so easily: the werewolf virus.Selene's ambition was killing them, and while I wasn't sure what would happen in the long term, I knew instinctively that it couldn't be good.Nature had a way of correcting itself one way or another.I adjusted my position as Joy explained what I should do. The instructions weren't much different than the exercise that had led me to be able to tap into my blood lineage in the first place. The wound in my shoulder throbbed as the flames coming from within it continued to dance and f
David"You should be proud of how far you've come," I said. "Not too long ago, you wouldn't have been able to make the light bend. Celebrate it."She nodded. "I just... feel very behind.""It's not a race," I said. "Some people won't even start basic magical training for another ten years, another ten days. Think about how discouraged they would feel, just thinking about all the witches that have already gotten through training?"I nodded. "I suppose you have a point."I wrapped an arm around her and kissed her temple."You're doing just fine." I hummed. "Tell me how your classes went otherwise, hm?"I listened to her. The gentle familiarity of her voice washed over me. I could barely keep my eyes open, but I wanted so much to be in this moment with her. I didn't want to go back to sleep just yet. Whatever waited for me was just going to be more to worry about.And Lucy was so beautiful, so warm, and the way her e
TonyThe morning sunlight filtered through the curtains as my alarm went off. Rubbing the sleep from my eyes, I fumbled for my phone to shut it off. I had gotten in late last night, grateful that Matt had made me something and left it out for me and handled Quillan. Still, I had to go back today. I couldn't afford to be accused of slacking off.Damn, I was tired. I couldn't remember having such a hard time getting out of bed. The stress had to be getting to me. Groggily, I stumbled through the routine of getting ready for work. I could smell coffee. Quillan's giggling flitted down the hallway, and then I heard him say goodbye to Matt. The door opened and closed, but I could still hear Quillan humming to himself. I frowned, heading out of the room and tying my tie. Quillan was seated at the table, eating something out of a bowl. He was dressed. His backpack and a little lunch kit with a cartoon car on it were on the table, and Matt was gone.I looke
TonyA child burst into tears as their father dashed out the door. My heart clenched as the child kept wailing and struggling to get out of the caretaker's arms. Parents peeled their children off of them before rushing out the door. I looked down at Quillan, who seemed to draw closer to me. A friendly caregiver approaches, her warm smile putting both Quillan and me at ease."Welcome! We're so glad to have you here. Do you need paperwork to fill out, or have you already done so?"I blinked and smiled."No. I've got a copy."I opened my briefcase and pulled out the folder, shuffling through the pages before handing her the documents."You must be Mr. Chance!" She beamed at me and then looked at Quillan. "And you must be Quillan. It's very nice to meet you.""It's nice to meet you too, ma'am."He stepped behind me, barely peeking out from behind me.She turned her bright eyes on me as I fumbled with the paperwork, my
Tony"He put in an application, submitting a glowing letter of recommendation from you.""I didn't realize he would use it to apply here. I never even told him I was working here.""You said he was brilliant.""He is," I said. "No nonsense, dedicated. He'd be an asset to any team."He cocked an eyebrow. "Not yours?"I blinked. "I wouldn't want to send the wrong message by having him in my department."He scoffed and dropped the pages on the table. "Didn't you tell me you wanted to take over your family company eventually? Like a hard ass? Seems like you might as well start building your team for it. Take your old analyst back and put him to work. I expect to make back at least triple what I'm planning to pay him. And don't look so strange. I'm not worried about either of you being a corporate spy."His lips twitched. "The little jerk told the interviewer that he's proactive about his livelihood, and we seemed to b
PeterThe cityscape blurred outside the car window as Vasil navigated the bustling streets. I leaned back, trying to shake off the tension that seemed to have settled into my shoulders. The investigation into the stolen spear from the museum had hit a frustrating standstill, and Vasil's impatience was palpable.It made the drive to Yellow Ridge Hospital was filled with a tense silence. Vasil's frustration was palpable, and I couldn't blame him. There were no further leads about where Oren could have taken it and nothing more to go on. The Council wouldn't stand against Oren if they didn't have to. It would be best if we had a means by which to steal it back. I needed rest, but my questions about the Moon Wars and the upcoming Festival didn't afford me the luxury of sitting back and letting others handle it.As we grew closer to the hospital's parking lot, Vasil shot me a sideways glance."You think you can manage a bit more rest?""Sl
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