Liv and the injured dragons were swallowed and then Amelia and Danny with the girls and their dragons followed. The grate sprang back up, slamming the wall into place. The entire exchange had taken seconds. Damonq dispensed with both withered hearts, hurling them to the ground and incinerating them immediately. He turned his head to see Elina running for her house, with Darkness one step behind her.This had been her worst nightmare, the dream occurring over and over for the last month. Elina knew she shouldn't run to her house. If she did, the ancient known as Damonq would die. He always died saving her. She'd tried to avoid this destiny. She'd made certain not to meet him, never to speak to him, yet here she was, forced to make a split-second decision. If she didn't make it to her house, Darkness would have her again and there would be no stopping him."Don't follow," she pleaded, rushing up her steps. She knew Damonq would. He was one step behind Darkness. She knew coming after Da
The moment Elina was attacked by Levon, Damonq ripped his hand back, taking part of Darkness’ heart with his fist locked around it. The evil screamed, throwing his head back and then forward to crash into Damonq’s forehead. Damonq fell back, hitting the floor of the verandah. Blood poured from wounds in his chest and neck where the master evil creature had ripped at him. In his fist was part of the blackened heart and he kept his fingers closed tightly around the prize.Darkness, spraying acid-like blood over the flooring, rails and even the side of the house, staggered back and fell, landing almost in Elina’s lap. She dragged the ice pick from under the railing where she'd stashed it after her third dream. She rolled once, bringing her right against the master creature. He caught her head in his hands as if he might break her neck. Staring into his eyes, she thrust the ice pick into his heart, using both hands and every bit of strength she had. Simultaneously, Damonq tossed the bit
One of the monsters waved his hand to remove the gun. She felt the pull, as if a great magnet had attached itself to the weapon and yanked, but in her mind, she countered the magnet with an opposite one, pushing the powerful compulsive drawing-away. The smile vanished from the monster’s face, and his two comrades looked at each other.She felt the one coming up behind her. His energy was evil, oily, a filth spreading across her porch and reaching her before he did. She turned and fired a missile right into his chest. Flames raced up his torso and he screamed, sprawling backward, rolling and then jumping off the porch to run. The wind fanned the flames as he raced away.She felt movement and tried to turn back around to face the double threat, but Damonq moved then, his arms going around her as he rolled, tucking her body under the weight of his, one hand smoothly removing the gun and firing at the monster closest to them. He staggered back into the rail and fell backward over it, clut
Damonq’s fingers settled around her ankle like a vise. "Elina, step back into the house. Leave the door open, but get inside. If they try to get to you, slam the door shut. They cannot enter without an invitation."She knew that. It made sense. She could save herself. Hide in her house. Watch Damonq die right in front of her. She shook her head and tried to take a step toward the waiting creatures, five of them. Far too many for an ancient, even one with Damonq’s skills, let alone one torn up the way he was.Damonq flowed to his feet. She had no idea how. None. He shouldn't be alive, let alone standing. He literally shoved her into the doorway. "Stay put. You try to leave and I will have no choice but to stop you."She glared at him. "They'll kill you. You can't fight them." She took one step toward him, determined to fight with him. If he was going to die for her, then she could do the same for him. Except, she couldn't move. Her foot ran into some kind of invisible barrier. She reac
"Invite me in." Damonq muttered to Elina."What? No." She shook her head. Jane, her friend, had told her it was never a good idea to invite them inside one's home unless one was prepared to let them use their powers there.He made a move toward the door, trying to drag himself out. She didn't want that, either. "Wait. Just wait. I need to think." She was in a state of full panic."No time." He reached up and wrapped a length of her hair around his fingers. "So beautiful. The color. So beautiful."He sounded delirious. He was bleeding everywhere, but she could see he was still trying to force his body to move out of her home."Stop. Stop moving," she demanded, horrified at the trail of blood."Going to have to shut down my heart and lungs. Can't do it inside." He said.Her mind was in complete chaos. She caught his shoulders, trying to keep him from moving back. His hand was still in her hair, connecting them. She felt that, as if a million strands bound them together, yet it was the o
STORMToday was the burial of my father. Looking at myself in the mirror, a ghost of a smile slithered across my lip, disappearing the next second as fast as it had almost arrived. Through the eyes of my mirror, I checked out my room which was empty as a snail’s dry shell. Justin and Lucy had been faithful with their commitments, and in the space of three days as I had agreed with them, they had managed to clear out all belongings from my room without any of the step family finding out.Lucy had also obtained permission from her parents to stay at the friend’s house till she was done with the class project. I had thereafter stolen my spare keys from Jess’ room so they wouldn’t have access to my room which I kept locked 24/7. At one time, Miranda had been suspicious of my coded activities, my always locked door too, and when she had asked me about it, I had always used either a Kaden driven insult or insinuated that I have never entered her room to throw her off the track. Talking
KADENSince Storm had saved my life and turned down all my ploys to return the favour and spend more time with her, I have been having problems sleeping. No matter how much I texted her, she never gave a reply. Was she this stubborn? I thought as I stood close to my friends, watching the burial procession with bored eyes. The only reason why we had come was because of our respect to Storm. Since that day, Lent had not managed to stop talking about her. Storm this, and storm that…but when he was done praising her, he would tell me to stay away from her. I was about getting jealous of his fascination with her but I knew none of them would betray me. They had not betrayed me seven to eight years ago, they won’t start now. But they all thought that she was something daring, that included Avery. She must not have noticed that I and Storm had almost had a thing. Well, I had done a great job of keeping a poker face whenever Storm was mentioned around her. I don't want her hounding Storm wh
CHAPTER 64STORMI bit my lips hard in anger and frustration as Curtis chose to sit near me in the almost filled banquet service to eat. What was wrong with this dude? I thought, witholding myself for the upteenth time for lashing at him. This was my father’s burial. I shouldn’t be going berserk over some boy's issues. It will definitely send off the wrong messages to the little crowd in the beautifully decorated hall. Well, I have to admit that my stepmother had really tried to give my father a decent burial and send off, and if I hadn’t known any better, I would have thought that she had loved him. But I knew better. And I knew that all these were for her self righteous image she was struggling to keep in front of her friends and business partners. Justin and Lucy, who were sitting two seats away from me, looked at me, pity in their eyes, obviously knowing the amount of anger I was holding in on having Curtis beside me, anger that swallowed up my fear of seeing my step brother, Ma