The world spun in a nonsensical way. I tried to grasp on to reality, to stay strong, but my legs seemed to melt under the immense pressure and weight.
I was a monster.
The water lapped at my feet as I stared at the wavering reflection below. Her cheeks were flushed, her skin a stark white. But it was those eyes that scared me the most. The cold, black abyss that seemed to jump out of the reflection, and send fear shooting through my spine.
I was more than just pretending to go along with it - I had become it. The feeling had consumed me, seeping deeper into my skin. It had become entwined with my core, attaching itself to the inner part my being. The darkness had become me. My heart hammered in my chest as I stumbled back from the water, the weight of my fear pressing so heavily on my chest. It was choking me, denying me of precious oxygen.
Blood smeared my hands and the soft blue dress that clung to my clammy skin.
I glanced at their faces, and it brought a sickness so strong to my stomach, I was soon heaving in disgust. The pale stillness of their bodies, the blood flowing from their wounds, but more than that it was the emptiness of their eyes. It was as if nothing had ever been behind those windows.
No more souls existed. It had been extinguished.
And the worst part of it all – I had taken it from them.
AUTHORS NOTE:
If you have stumbled across this book and want to read it, it has a prequel which can be found here:
https://www.goodnovel.com/book_info/31000094980/Fantasy/Spyrit-Magic
It is called Spyrit Magic. You probably could read this one, but would miss a lot from the first :)
Happy reading!
Blake’s crimson eyes flitted up momentarily to meet mine and I took a gasping breath in an attempt to settle myself. I don’t know why I bothered anymore. It never worked. I never felt settled. Ever since the Master Magicians had brought me into their world of magic, my life had been one long, bumpy road. Every moment had been spent in a constant state of unease and ignorance. It had been hard on my heart. Any small action sent it thundering onwards in my chest. I was on edge, and I hated it. The hours of torture that Kainen had put me through probably hadn’t helped by measure. I couldn’t manage to control my own reactions even from the slightest shadow or touch or skin against mine. I would shrink away from it, my heartbeat skyrocketing upwards and the feeling of adrenaline pulsing through me. I had never felt anything like it, even whilst being an orphan on the streets. The trauma of what Kainen had done had left me barely a shell of my past self, lifeless and dull and only the sma
“So… you’re the big high and mighty, all-powerful Spyrit Magician, huh? Why didn’t you tell me?” I winced at Blake’s words but remained silent. I forgot that I had never told him about my magic. In fact, there was so much I hadn’t told him. I had thought I had, divulging a few secrets to Deakin, who, at the time, had used his magic to come to me as Blake. The memory of that swirled in my mind, blurred on the edges and tainted with the knowledge of the many truths that I had learnt in the short time since it happened. The silence seemed to stretch on for an eternity but was not at all uncomfortable. I glanced up at his face expecting the old feelings for him to be back, but I only felt guilt, frustration and anger. The guilt I knew was because it was my fault that he was here, and the frustration and anger for a situation I could not seem to fix. Blake met my gaze and gave me a pained smile. “It’s not your fault you know?” he whispered softly. I hated how it felt like he could get in
I stood waiting by the door, my heart pounding in my chest. It had been two weeks and the aching within my heart was beginning to become unbearable. I was still fully coming to terms with the new, intense emotions that seemed to envelop my senses when it came to Deakin and I had yet to confirm my suspicions with him. One of those reasons having been his absence. The other part of me was terrified about being wrong, or even right. I didn’t want to embarrass myself if I put forward the idea of what we could actually mean to each other, if it wasn’t so. I didn’t think my heart could take that. Tynan stood beside me, dressed in all black, his arm slung possessively across my shoulders. I shivered, horrified and repulsed at his touch, but stood strong. It only reminded me on the torture he had sanctioned – what he had allowed Kainen to do to me. The memories of that time chained and manacled to the table were still fresh in my mind, and came back with a vengeance each time I closed my e
A soft tap at the door woke me sometime later from dreams of an endless darkness that seemed to circle around me, bringing me back to reality. My blurry mind took some time to focus and I found myself looking at a large, blank wall. I tilted my head slightly, feeling the softness of the pillow against my face and hearing the crumple of the sheets as my body instinctively stretched my aching muscles. I was lying in a large, four-poster bed, the walls bare, and boring. No form of artwork or any kind of decoration was hanging from them. Realisation struck me. I was in my bed. Tynan had assigned me a room straight after the bonding ceremony. I had been gracious and accepting, but in the back of my mind, was always that wariness. I knew there must have been a reason for him to keep me in this particular room. It was on one of the top most floors and generally when I woke and went down to eat I wouldn’t see anyone until I made it to the kitchen. I glanced a
Tynan’s dark gaze seemed to undress me before him, the black emptiness of his eyes still too much for me to handle or to look at.We stood in the same office, the same carpet, and the same desk. I held back the bile that forced its way into my mouth. There was even a stain left on the carpet. I forced my eyes to avoid this area. There would be no way that I would be able to look at it without breaking down.An array of paperwork lay on Tynan’s desk littering the space, and making it look cluttered. I instead focussed on that. There was nothing else in the room I could focus on that would allow me to remain impartial and reasonable. It was if Tynan used this and tried to break me apart. I felt his magic brush my mind and then move towards Deakin. Panic flared in my chest. What if he found out about us? What would he do?A cold smile touched his lips.“Deakin, so nice to see you back with the living,” Tynan said icily, as if this new
Pain pulled at my skin, my head, and my heart. I didn’t want to wake up. I wanted to live in this dream forever but the sweet, cool smell of the earth pulled me out of my living dream, and into the worst reality possible. It was like sunshine, the autumn leaves and horrifying misery all mixed into one.As soon as my eyes opened and focussed on his face, tears began to flow, blurring my vision.Gareth. His bright green eyes had dulled over the past few months thanks to whatever torture Tynan had put in place for him and Alana. He looked weary, old, and simply bone tired.He gave me a gentle hug, and I spent the next twenty minutes crying until my tears had soaked through his already soiled, and stained shirt.I glanced around the room, and realised I was back in my bedroom. A pang of intense fear shot through me – where was Deakin?Gareth touched my arm gently and brought me back to reality.“As far as I know they took him d
I turned and vomited in the sink beside my bed. The taste stuck to my mouth and the smell hung in my nose causing me to dry reach again, but nothing came out.It probably didn’t help that I hadn’t eaten all day. Gareth and I had been locked up in my room for several hours, and as I glanced outside, the sun was already beginning to set on the day.Guilt riddled me. I had not thought about anyone but myself all day. Blake sat chained to a wall for hours on end, and Deakin… I had no idea where he was, but the pain in realising I had forgotten about him, had me dry reaching again.“It’s alright,” Gareth whispered soothingly. He pressed a cool cloth against my forehead and gently steered me back to my bed. A glass of water was in my hand before I could even ask for one.“I know this can’t be easy for you.”I bit back my retort. What did he know about easy? My life had been dramatically turned upside
Darkness swirled around me, holding me prisoner. I screamed but no one could hear me, no one would come. A chilling laugh boomed around me, filling all my senses. Fear jabbed at my skin, like tiny prickling needles that stabbed at my entire body. I was alone.A shadow stood above me, their face twisted in a look of pure rage and fury. Fear almost stopped my heart - Kainen.His mouth moved, but all I heard was the whisper of wind through trees, the soft hum of the leaves as they rustled gently.His whole face was covered in black, spider-like veins that spread across his skin. I wanted to look away, to run, but I couldn’t seem to move.He lurched forward, his teeth bared, and hands outstretched to wring my neck. I accepted it gratefully, but as his cold fingers wrapped around my slender throat, I jerked awake and sat up.My eyes opened and scanned the room. It was just a dream, or more like a nightmare.I had pulled so far back on my be
My heart felt like it was going to beat right out of my chest and the darkness inside of me swirled, fighting to be released again. Why was everything always so difficult?Tynan had dragged me from the tent only for me to be met with glares of pure, utter hatred. Only fourteen of the hundred or so Dorcha Fae had survived my blast of power, most of them women. Each of them had the tell-tale veins snaking up their neck, but the only one with pure dark eyes left was Cillian. One I recognised, was the Fae who had been taking care of Elanora, Aoife.Just the thought of Elanora sent crippling waves of pain through me. I had let her down and failed her. She had suffered so much, lost so much and it was all because of my ineptitude.Aoife met my gaze, the only one of the Fae to not send death glares my way. Her eyes were red-rimmed and the shuddering sadness that enveloped me when she glanced my way, only added to the immense sorrow I already felt.Tynan pulled me along with him, his steps de
Rage and pain. They were powerful emotions that dwarfed anything and everything. And in that moment, they were at the forefront of my mind.The darkness I had kept at bay for so long, thrummed through my body, merging with my Spyrit and boosting my powers. Deakin wasn’t wrong when he said the darkness held so much power. But now I was going to use it against them.Before I could move, I was thrown backwards, launched through the air and landed metres away from the altar. Nyssa glared at me, her hands outstretched still after using her magic to send my flying, and a smug smirk lifted her lips. She had just signed her death warrant.Hurling myself forward, the manacles around my hands burned as magic poured into them, melting them, and freeing me. The Fae were running everywhere, some moving to intercept me, others running in the opposite direction.With a thrash of my arm, I threw power towards a group to my left, knocking them to their feet. It cleared my path as I ran full speed towar
When I woke, my head thumped out a steady beat and it felt like I hadn’t had a drink of water in so long. My mouth was dry and chalky. Pain radiated through every fibre of my being. My throat continued to burn as if I had tried to swallow a burning flame, the flesh sensitive every time I tried to swallow. The glow that had illuminated my skin, was snuffed out and darkness pressed heavily around me. The only sound that echoed in the small, metal cage was the sound of my own choked breathing. I wasn’t even sure if Cristian was still in here with me until I heard his soft whisper. “Finally, you are awake!” With a groan, I lifted my body up, leaning heavily against the warm metal. Now that I was accustomed to the darkness, I could make out the tiniest sliver of light coming in, the colour a deep red. “How long have I been out?” “Not long, maybe ten minutes,” he responded softly. I groaned, running my hand through my hair. Thank the Magicians I was only out for a short time. I knew as
When Cillian escorted me out of the tent, I could hardly contain the spike of adrenaline that surged through my body. Dozens, if not hundreds of men and women lingered around a grouping of tents pitched on an outcropping of stone. Just beyond that, was a small lake, the water lapping against the shore with each shift of the slight breeze. Each one of them, I assumed, were Dorcha Fae. It was easy to see why. Most, if not all, had the visible, dark black veins crawling along under their skin. Some were like Cillian where the veins had travelled so extensively that their eyes were completely swallowed by the black. Others were in between and some only had minimal black veins tracing along their hands, but not anywhere near their faces. I was oddly curious, but also terrified. What in the Magicians name had they been doing to cause such a disfiguration to their body? Whatever it was, I was more than sure that it would be nothing I would agree with. Cillian continued to drag me throug
When I woke, everything was shrouded in white. My body ached as I forced my eyes open, blinking rapidly, trying to take in my surroundings. Sitting up slowly, I took in the makeshift cot I was lying in and the soft blue dress that clung to my body. The thought that someone had changed my clothes while I was unconscious sent the darkness within me writhing in pleasure and my breath coming in gasps. I tried to move, but was jerked back by a large, metal chain attached to my wrist that I hadn’t even noticed before. It ripped at my shoulder, sending pain spasming through it and along my arm. A low hiss escaped my lips. Kida? A soft voice whispered in my mind. My head whipped around, cracking my neck as I was met with the deep, green terrified eyes of Elanora. “Oh, my Magicians, Elanora!” A sad smile lifted her lips as my eyes hungrily took in her appearance. All things considered, she looked healthy enough and unharmed. Dark circled clung underneath her red rimmed eyed as if she had
If there was ever a moment that I thought I might burst from my own emotions, it was now. Deakin’s kiss was ravenous against my lips, his tongue forcing its way into my mouth and battling for dominance before he sucked my lower lip into his mouth. A breathy moan escaped from my chest, causing my cheeks to flare with embarrassment at the pure sound of lust it held. It seemed to be the thing that snapped Deakin out of his haze as his movements stopped and he pulled back to stare at me. His iridescent gaze met mine, a look of confusion flickered through his eyes before they seemed to shutter and the darkness swept through them, taking him away from me. Deakin lurched backwards off me. A ripple of pure agony swept through my body in response. “What the fuck Kida?” Disgust clouded his features, sending another shard of pain slicing through my chest. He really knew how to affect me instantly. “You jumped me,” I said breathlessly, righting myself and brushing the dirt from my clothes a
We travelled for what felt like days without stopping, but I knew was merely only hours, until my eyes felt like they were about to fall out of my head. The sun had set long ago, and the almost full moon hanging in the dark, inky sky was a haunting reminder that time was running out. We didn’t have long to reach the desert before they sacrificed Elanora. It was the ever-present thought that hung in the back of my mind, continuously being dragged to the front. Time was slipping through my fingers. Deakin spoke very little as the time stretched out, seeming content with his own silence. I could slowly feel his magic starting to thrum back to life, its potency tingling along my spine, knowing that if he wanted to, he could simply incapacitate me. The rational part of my mind questioned as to whether it would work anymore, or if I was now stronger than his particular brand of magic. When I finally brought Midnight to a stop late into the night, my body aching with fatigue and my stomac
Leaving the mysterious Orion in charge of the two horses, I ran as quickly as I could back along the path and past the stables, only slowing down once the school came into view. It would look rather suspicious if I was spotted running around the school and in the direction of the dungeon no less. As I reached the final door of the dungeons, the two burly guards looked up, their gazes narrowing in at me. “I’m here to question the prisoner again,” I commanded, trying to force as much authority into my voice in the hopes that it would drown out the ever-growing levels of anxiety that were building within my chest. One wrong move, and all of this would be for nothing. The guards spared each other a look, before opening the door. I could feel their eyes burning into my back as I moved past them, a nervous energy sparking in the air that tingled along my skin and sent the hairs on my arm standing on end. It wasn’t until I had moved past the line of magicians along the corridor, that I
Halfway to the dungeon, I realised that I was still dressed in the infirmary gown. I was too distracted, too absorbed in the feeling that still lingered on my skin from Blake’s touch, to think about much else. But that needed to change.I took a quick turn and headed to my room, closing the door behind me as quickly as I could. Even though I now had the strength and control to be able to shut off my connection to magic, I was far too exhausted and overwhelmed right now. Every emotion from the passing students, guards and teachers had washed across my skin, making it even harder to think clearly.But now wasn’t the time to get lost within their emotions. I had too much to do.Moving swiftly around my room, I threw on a pair of riding pants and a shirt, sliding a jacket over my shoulders. My leather satchel hung from on the edge of one of the chairs and I snatched it up, shoving spare clothes and things I would need into it as quickly as I could.A tingling feeling washed over me, and my