The gods anxiously looked down at their creation—who had lost control of himself for decades, and now that he had changed, he was becoming nothing but trouble. He was no longer known as the “Messenger of the gods” but a god, and had won the title fair and square. He showed those who stood against him that he was not one to shy away from bloodshed for those accused of disloyalty.He was vicious. The gods watched him as he slaughtered his victims who were nothing to him but a bunch of toys to play with, making sure to leave a horrible mess even for those foul enough to appreciate a killing spree.He was seductive. His appearance far from ugly, as was expected in light of his reputation, equaled those of the male gods in the room. And he knew it so well.He was ruthless. As they kept watching him, they became horrified at the rate his power grew each day, so much so that his power was becoming too much even for the gods to handle. They feared he would use it against them.It wasn’t a sec
Nightmares. Bad dreams. Fear. It doesn’t matter what it was called; everyone had one. Sometimes it was something that would slither its way into your life like an undeniable desire.Inevitable. Unauthorized. Unwanted.It was that lingering thought of negativity that would follow you from reality into your dreams. It would sink its teeth into your hopes and poison all the goodness in your life until you realize that it was all a lie or a myth . Sometimes ignorance is bliss.As children of the moon, we were surrounded by humans who believed we were evil, but we ignored them. We were born different, and we couldn’t change based on their opinions.However, even monsters had fears of imaginary creatures in the closet or under the bed—Lupus Deus was at the top of that list.A myth, legend, or a haunting; whatever you call it. A story; that’s what he would always be.He’s who kids were told to look out for, lurking in the woods at night.He’s who women were warned to stay away from.He’s the
At the end of the tunnel was a large and peaceful green meadow in the coldness of the night. We had to pass by it to get into a forest I presumed led to Zauks Pack. I didn’t realize why it took so long for the she-wolves to get to the border until I realized we were basically like sheep in an open, vacant land waiting for the wolves to pounce. We were open targets and that wasn’t a comforting thought.“One.” I snapped my head over to the golden-haired woman who was counting. She must be the luna.“Two.” All the women adjusted themselves for the run, getting ready. I allowed my wolf to push forward.My stance went from slumped to prepared and confident. My wolf raised our body to stand on the tips of our toes to run. Our abdominal muscles were clenching with slow breathing as adrenaline pumped through my body at an alarming rate.“Three.” Everybody took off running into the clearing.We shot off like a bullet, running for our lives. Although agility was a wolf’s nature, knowing that ou
My neck hurt so bad when I woke up, but felt comfortable being covered by something heavy. It provided a lot of heat like fire, but I would gladly burn myself in it for its comfort.Strange. Whatever kind of fire it was, it didn’t hurt me. Instead, it surrounded me like a layer of skin keeping me warm and made me feel all fuzzy on the inside as my heart beat slowly and calmly. I could feel it travelling all over my body up to my face. I suddenly felt a shiver when a trail of heat made its way slowly from the corner of my right eye to the corner of my lips . . . wait, what? My brows furrowed. Whatever pattern it was making seemed familiar but stronger this time. Then I remembered everything before my unplanned sleep attack. The visit, Lily, the pack, the green-eyed kidnapper, and then darkness.I snapped my eyes open. The first thing I saw were the man’s blue eyes meeting mine as his body hovered over mine. Our proximity allowed me to see him clearly.He was gorgeous in every sense of
I continued, but the more I talked, the more he seemed to realize I was a nutcase. Mom did say that if I would ever be kidnapped, my abductors would release me, realizing that it would cost them more to keep me because you know, hostages gotta eat, and I love food and talking.“You know, while we’re agreeing about releasing me,” His eyes narrowed, “you might as well get off of me. Personal space is something everyone has a right to, and you’re not following the rules, buddy. You’re in my bubble, my bubble. Now if I had a choice, I wouldn’t be all up in your bubble, so you should get out of mine. It’s time for me to go, so I’m just gonna be on my way now, but you kind of have to get off of me first. I’m not calling you fat or anything but you weigh like—”“Stop talking, woman!” he said.My mouth shut at his command. I narrowed my eyes at him bravely, knowing it was him controlling me.“I will not release you, so you might just as well accept that now and move on because it’s likely tha
I managed to make it to the edge of the bed before my legs buckled from exhaustion.Me? A god’s mate? What kind of joke was this? A cruel one, most definitely.There must be some sort of mistake. I was a simple wolf and there was nothing special about me at all—shifted at fifteen, an ordinary pack member, who never went out to party or dated because I preferred to wait for my mate. A lot of wolves didn’t find me attractive, but I like to think I was single by choice.Who would want a socially awkward mate like me? Remembering those piercing blue eyes gazing back at me with a dark promise and those plump red lips made me question life. I shivered, and I hadn’t even thought of that god-like body. Oh but wait, he’s a god. Silly me.I sighed, put my face in my hands, and took a deep breath. I wasn’t going to break. I couldn’t break. Not now. I needed to be strong to return to my family. But if I did manage to escape, he would look for my pack first. Maybe he would even take my parents hos
Zaliver lifted his hands to my face. His fingers hovered for a second before they made contact. They could hear my breath hitch, his fingertips lingered on my cheek where tears were streaming and travelled up to my temples. His fingers began to feel warmer and then hot in a flash, I could feel my pulse at his fingertips. He then touched my forehead and felt force pushing against my mental barrier. The force weakened as it pushed forward like a ghost through a wall. I was prepared to push back and fight for my mental block to stay up but he just slipped through. I wasn’t ready for this. He was right. There was no pain, but there was discomfort—the feeling of being violated in an intimate manner.I couldn’t feel his fingers anymore, but I knew they were there. I didn’t know what he was doing, but I could feel him in my mind. I felt him go through my thoughts, secrets, and memories which was a total invasion of privacy. Each memory and thought he passed through clung to him and floated o
All of us stood rooted to the ground and the air was suddenly thick with fear. I’m sure all of us were wide-eyed, looking at Zaliver’s direction. He had his back to us, but his head turned to our direction with a glare directed at Amber. While I’m sure it looked threatening to the others with his height and bulging muscles, to me it painted a completely different picture. The light coming from the window shined down on him perfectly; his black hair shined like a dark halo, a black strand of hair falling over those icy blue orbs.Amber took a few steps backwards with her head lowered until she hit the wall. What the heck was that about? Her friends threw each other the same look before discretely talking to each other while looking at us.Zaliver turned quickly with a plate in his hands and strolled over to the table, ignoring everyone in the room, and placed the plate in front of me. I looked up at him, disregarding the plate. He was looking at me with a blank face and pursed lips, th
Whistling, I walked around him and whipped my fingers on my shirt.I wrapped my hand around his neck and lifted him out of the chair, making him thrash once more.“Ready to talk? No? Okay. This ought to change your mind,” I said after he spat on the ground as an answer.With one hand around his neck, I thrust my other hand into his lower mid back, going through the skin and pushing my hand into his flesh. I wrapped my hand around his spinal cord and pulled.Snap!His lower half slumped. I pulled my hand out and left half of his spine hanging out of his back. Walking to the front again, I whipped my bloodied hand on his face and smiled as he gave little twitches. His eyes were wide with horror and pain. He seemed to be frozen in shock.“Y-you’re a monster. You’ll go to h-hell,” he managed to say.“Of course I will. Someone needs to take the throne.”I laughed and walked back around him.~•~I clasped the back of Jack’s shoulder and shook him roughly, leaning forward in a serious and sl
I swiped my hand across his chest, leaving four deep claw marks over his chest to which he immediately let out a cry. His wounds began to bleed out and then slowly, so slowly, it began to heal.I made eye contact with him. Pale and sweaty, he glared at me with as much hatred as he could. We hadn’t even begun but he was already throwing glares at me.Swiping at the remaining part of his shirt, I tore it away from his top body, not wanting anything to stand in the way of the next process. He’d be lucky if I didn’t get to his back; that is if he died in this process, of course.“You can’t heal flesh if you don’t have any,” I said darkly, humor thick in my wild-like voice.The beast enjoyed it.He reached out and dug his claws in the top part of Jack’s left shoulder, ignoring the boy’s cry and cutting out the shape of a square on both of his sides. Looking at Jack deeply in the eyes, the beast put his claws under Jack’s skin before it could begin to heal, and pulled downward, yanking the
Zaliver AzralaI stood in front of the metal bolted black door, hearing Jack Ruston struggle against the chains that held him to his chair. If I focused enough, I would see his immense body heat moving through the door, but I didn’t.I heard footsteps approaching me from my right.“Is this what I asked for you to set?” I asked without turning to look at Albericus who grunted out a yes. I nodded at him, making him walk away.My beast grew more and more excited at the prospect of having fun now, finally having someone he was going to sink his claws into for this whole mess. I couldn’t agree more. He paced back and forth within me, lifting its head up and then looking at the black door in front of me. He lunged at it as if he was really doing it. He tried to force me to do so, but I held him back.“Patience . . . You will get your turn,” I murmured to him.When Albericus informed me of the quick and efficient capture and imprisonment of Jack, I was glad. The little rat sat with panic and
Making my way back to the park, I made my way quickly and made sure I looked like I was in a hurry, keeping my head down to avoid having the blood on my face seen by others and get stopped before I’d even make it. The sun was low in the sky, giving off a dramatic and beautiful flare of different shades in the sky. It was perfect.Once I made it a few steps, I began probably one of the best performances in my life.I began pacing back and forth, looking down and shaking my head. I stopped and sat down, bringing my knees to my chest and rocking back and forth very quickly. I then let out sounds of distress. My ears caught the sound of mumbles and slow approaching steps of four hearts. Without having to smell the air, I knew it would be them.They weren’t nearing me fast enough as if not sure what was going on.“Ohhh! I’m so confused! So lonely!” I cried out pathetically. I was feeling so emotionally cold that I was finding it hard not to snort at how flat it sounded.The moment I stood
“But I really should return this; could be important.” I smiled at their surprise and horrified expressions.My sensitive ears picked up a sound—the vibration of a phone. My eyes scanned them, realizing it was coming from the red headed guy.I lifted a brow at him.“Aren’t you going to get that? Might be important .”Shaking his head, he reached into his pocket and took the phone out with a grimace. Pressing the answer button , he brought the phone up to his pale face, which just seemed to lose more and more color over time.The other line answered.“Hello?” he mumbled, looking straight at me.The line on the other side followed his exact same words.“ Mmhh ,” I mumbled, ending the call and pocketing my phone.“Okay, spill. Who are you and why do you have my number, which then leads me to asking why are you following me?” I ask them seriously. I wanted to know what these familiar people were up to and where we met, not to mention why they appeared to be following me.“Look,” the tall
The four strangers didn’t turn to face me; they just stood still. My phone stopped ringing.“Maybe if we don’t move,” the tall blond man began to whisper.“Shut up!” the short red-haired guy whisper-shouted, interrupting the other.“I can’t believe this,“ a tall woman with her dark hair pulled back muttered. Her pony tail moved side to side as she shook her head.“We are so dead,” another with a similar hairdo said.I wasn’t sure what to do. They were all muttering stuff under their breath and not turning around to face me, but that thing with the phone was weird. They couldn’t have called me, right? That would mean that they had been talking about me the whole time. I shook my head mentally. There was no way they were here for me; it must have just been some crazy coincidence.I knew that any other person would have stayed away from them, but something told me they weren’t dangerous. Well I mean, they looked like they were ready for action, but personally, I felt like they wouldn’t h
“Hey, Dad . . .” I began. I guess my tone caught his attention because he frowned.“What’s up?” he said, leaning onto the desk and turning his body to face in my direction with concerned eyes. I groaned and threw my head back, taking a deep breath. I thought for a second before speaking to him.“Do you—I don’t know—ever get the feeling like you’ve forgotten something really important?” I asked. He nodded at me, clasping his hands in front of him.“Plenty of times. Just the other day, I forgot to tell your mother I—” I shook my head at him.“No, like you shouldn’t be doing what you’re doing even though it makes perfect sense as if you’re supposed to be somewhere else doing something else?” I swung my legs over and sat up, placing a hand on both knees. Dad looked at me for a moment before an understanding look crossed his face. For a moment, I thought he understood me.“Is this about you not being in college yet? Because it’s okay to take a year off—” I stood and threw my hands up in fr
I stopped clicking and let the Vampire Diaries play. As soon as Damon came on, my breath hitched. It wasn’t because of his hotness. Looking at him made me go blank. I blinked multiple times and made a face. I squinted at the screen when a sense of déjà vu hit me. Black and blue. I shrugged and kept flickering through the TV.“Somebody saaave meee!—”“I got in one lil fight, and my mom got scared—”“Next up, Hannah Mon—”“I’m not your dad—” I went back.“ . . . tana. ” My brows furrowed in confusion.Staring at the screen, I frowned.“Hannah. Hannah. Hannah?” The name rolled off my tongue without thought. Something about that name. Eh, I was too old to watch this.Slap “Whore! ”“Oookay,” I mumbled to myself, quickly changing the channel.“What are you wearing Jake from State Farm?” My head tilted to the side.“Uhh . . . khakis.”“She sounds hideous.”I turned the TV off. Why did I get the feeling like I had compared someone to Jake from State Farm before? Man, it had been a weird coup
Going back into my own mind and body, I grinned at the boys, not caring how they both tensed and the worry and fright that wafted off of them. I nodded at Albericus. He quickly focused on me, understanding that the next few hours were about to get a whole lot more productive.Any tiredness in my body vanished. My body straightened up and my shoulders rolled back. I tilted my head side to side, cracking the joints. I didn’t even care that my hair was hanging over my eyes anymore. If anything, I knew it made the look on my face a whole lot more chilling. I pointed a finger at my beta and good friend.“Put Jack Ruston into a room under the cells. You’ll find him hiding four blocks away from where his mate lived. It is a rundown hotel that goes by the name Legrove at room 42. If he hears you, he’ll hide out on the roof. Bring him to me. Now go.” Without another word, Albericus shouted in the room, yelling orders into his phone to assemble a team with fierce green eyes and go back to their