Chapter Seventy Seven.Nicholas's POV. My body is in the air, elevated. I am hovering, without any support and my hands are by my side, spread out, including my palms. I allow myself to feel the intensity of my powers, letting it course through my veins. I could feel the other presence in my body, making it self present that we both share it and open my eyes all of a sudden. My lids turn into a colour as that of a bloodshot, crimson red and soon, I am connected to my inner core, to my monster. By the way, we haven't talked in a very long time, in this manner, where he is able to have a spirit of his own, his essence, able to talk individually, and not from the inside of our core. My monster begins, "you have not summoned me because of that unnecessary meeting, have you?"Fine, he's pissed and he wishes to lash it out at me. "Why are you angry at it, by the way?" I go straight to the point and he scoffs. "I have made it known that the Werewolves are trying to ridicule us. Why wou
Chapter Seventy Eight.Unedited.Anastasia's POV.I have been thinking about everything that has just transpired in my life within a few hours, and has changed my view of things. It's so crazy how around this time a week ago, I do not even have an idea that all my imaginations and the things that I write down in books actually exist in the human world, and crazy enough, not just in any universe, but in my own, specifically. And I still have no idea to go about it. I mean, all the pretence that makes me feel like the fool here only concludes that just as I write in my books that Vampires are smart are as they are in reality as well. And then, it just makes more sense. They have to be smart, as they have been living for a very long time. And speaking of living for a very long time, who knows how old Nicholas is?I mean, I am attracted to someone who may be the same age as my great great great grandfather, or maybe even older than all of their ages combined together. I don't know. Je
Chapter Seventy Nine.Unedited.Nicholas's POV.I am seated on the black leather seat, inside my study room, and opposite to me is Hillary. We've been discussing about things that we have to do in preparation of whatever the Hunters or Werewolves might have in plan for us. I have told him to send some of our men, the powerful and trained ones, to the camps where some of the Werewolves are settled down and find out what they are planning. And because of that, a few minutes ago, Xander sent for Liam. He is one of Hillary's most trusted men, who has also proved himself worthy to protect the crown in every chance he has, so I think he can lead in the work. When I was done, I drop the paperwork and stand up, heading towards the small bar at the other side of the room. In a few minutes, I walk back inside with a bottle of red wine in my hands. For a second, my mind drifts back to Anastasia that if she sees me drinking this, she might think it is a human's blood or something like that.
Chapter Eighty. Nicholas's POV.Hillary and Enit'ayanf are almost the same. They both hate how Cyrus, Raven, and Cornelius act. Hillary and Enit'ayanf are something close to saint in the Vampiric world, especially when it comes to royals, whilst Cyrus, Raven, and Cornelius are the black sheep, the ones who don't care at all. They act on impulses, on whatever it is they want to. Just from a thought, they have acted, so yes, I am sure this incoming brother's feast is going to be a hot one when you consider Anastasia being in the Kingdom. To even include Ola, she does repel those three guys, too, because they always toy with her, which only angers Xander more. Jeez! There's going to be a lot of drama. "By the way, have you been thinking of what Cyrus, Raven, and Cornelius would think when you tell them who Anastasia is to you?" Questions Hillary without any break. I shift my eyes away from his. "I haven't thought of it, and I don't plan on telling them yet, about her.""So, you want
Chapter Eighty One.Anastasia's POV."Please, take a seat," says Nicholas, as though he does care for me that much.On the contrary, I am surprised by how much I am able to hold myself from collapsing at this moment where I am close to them such that I can even smell their cologne, especially Hillary's since he is closer to me. I maintain my pretense of not intimidated by them, but trust me, I am crumbling on the inside. However, I don't plan on changing anything now. I am here already, and let's get into the business, into my reason for coming here in the first place. "I have something to discuss." I go straight to the point, to the reason why I have come here in the first place. I see a fold in Nicholas's forehead. He is confused. And I have also rejected his offer which wanted me to take a seat. I am not here for comfortability. "And what is that?" Says Hillary, out of the blue. I think Nicholas is still trying to wrap his head around what I want to discuss and again, we've bee
Chapter Eighty TwoUnedited. Anastasia's POV.Outside of Nicholas's room, I check the door along the hallway, from where I saw a woman earlier, whom Ola told me to be Madeleine. And as expected, the door is closed. Soon, we arrive at the first room that leads to the front door, and surprisingly, I haven't seen any Vampire. I thought this building was a Kingdom, so it's sort of strange that I don't find Vampires roaming the space. Anyway, I am glad because it only helps to keep my mind in a calm-y state. We are almost reaching the front gate when I hear name called by someone familiar. I turn to face Anthony. I was a little surprised when I don't see Owen next to him, as they always move together, at least, most of the time. He comes to wrap his hands around me. "please, be safe. Don't get taken away by those people." He tells me in a tiny voice. Plus, he's giving me the puppy eye look that makes me want to just listen to him and perhaps even stay back. For a second, I feel like I
Chapter Eighty Three Anastasia's POV. Unedited. Kyra in media Slowly, my eyes open and I find myself inside the vehicle. I had slept off, and I don't even know when. I mean, I never felt sleepy, but for some reasons unknown to me, I did sleep off. I sniffle, and raising my head, so I can adjust myself on the passenger seat, I watch the sky. It is darkened and I think it is evening already. I don't know what the time says, but I also don't care. And then, all of a sudden, my brain rings from a thought. I was awake earlier and was about to ask Nicholas something when I slept off. I wonder if he's done something to me. When I turn my head to look at him, I see that he's dancing to a rhythm, and seriously, it was until then that I realized a music is being played inside the vehicle. I was so lost in my mind that I did not even notice or pay interest at all. The music is some American rock song, and now that I am back to earth, fully back to my senses, the song blasts into my h
Chapter Eighty Four.Anastasia's POV. I am now inside the apartment. Kyra just released me a few seconds ago, so I am now able to see the inside. Everything looks just as it was, before the incident from last night. I mean, I don't see anything weird here. My eyes have roved the living room to the dining, and I can't see anything misplacing, at least, not anything significant. It's as though nothing happened. "Kyra," I call, as I face her. She's behind me. Her brows perk up, signalling that she's listening, "how were you this morning?" I cannot help my inquisition. I'd really like to sit her down to talk about all she remembers now, but from what Nicholas said, it might hurt her because of the obstruction that the compelling would have called. She shrugs, "well, I was okay, fine...but it was a little bored, since you weren't there with me, which speaking of, why are you here?""What do you mean?" I am bewildered. It is different that she wasn't worried about me, but now, she is n
Chapter one hundred and forty four.Anastasia's POV. Rare. This is the first time, I will see the birds so close that they flap their wings to keep them in balance near the closed window. Their chirping sound along with the wavering of the trees and blaring horns from the distance awakens me fully and that's when I notice the uncomfortablilty that the birds are in. Smiling to myself as I sit up to take a close look at them from the inside, I carefully open the window. I savour the beautiful skin of theirs. Beautiful. So beautiful.A bird from the crew, all of the sudden, flies over into the room and in my attempt which is involuntary to help myself out from the shock it gave me, I let out my hands and unintentionally hit the bird away, letting it fall down outside. The others flies away, surely in fear."Oops, sorry bird. I didn't mean to. And thanks for being my new alarm." I call after them as they fly away. God, it's morning. The gym I'm suppose to go with Carl. I rush out of the
Chapter one hundred and forty three. Anastasia's POV. Monday comes quickly, indicating my first day at Franklin regional senior high school. I make sure to wake up before mom comes knocking on my door as if she wants to yank it off. Taking a quick shower and other morning hygiene routine in the same hurrying mode, I start to dress up in a simple plain blue shirt; black rough jeans, coupled with a light makeup.I stare at my reflection in the mirror. I look appropriately to my age of seventeen, having silver grey eyes — rare in my family since dad has brown hazel eyes, while mom has amber — that looks a bit too big to fit inside my small socket; beige warm undertone skin, rhyming with my darker shade of blonde hair and light blonde eyebrows and lids. The mirror easily captures my figure of five feet, four inches. I turn to the bed, checking the time from the alarm clock next to the lamp, who's figure is resting atop the cabinet. It's seven-thirty and school will be starting in abo
Chapter one hundred and forty two. Anastasia's POV. "I felt the same as you when I knew them at first. The way they behave; the way they don't talk much, especially the guy, yet girls fall at his feet. I'm quite sure he doesn't even talk to them before they invite him to their bed. Their hospital baffles me as well, they always have this repetitive sets of people that patronize them for blood bags. It's a weird thing, but don't worry, I don't think they bite. More also, their hospital is approved by the government. You would forget them, existing in weeks more." Shade says to me, glancing at me through her natural, long lashes every now and then. "They'll soon appear as a shadow to you."I don't think I can forget them, the guy particularly, as he's like a stain I can't wash off. The way he looks at me at the walkway, I can still remember it. It is as if I'm seeing the same scene unfolds right in front of me again, and again, and again. "Maybe. How are your parents Shade?"She smil
Chapter one hundred and forty one. Anastasia's POV. Three weeks has passed and life hasn't been so fair to me. For Shade, her project is going fine, meaning fate is supporting her unlike me, who's sadden almost every time. She's submitted the atheistic portrait and it's pending, I think she'll get result of her success tonight which is the time the company gave to respond back to her. Mia, on the other side has changed completely— she and Shade are bossom best of friends. They spend time together than with each of them with me. Not that they wouldn't, but I haven't been paying much attention to them. I'm busy on offering my end of the bargain — finding out who Nicklaus Original is. And I don't care about distancing myself from my friends at all, finding Nicklaus hidden identity is my main priority. And I can't explain the obsession. It's like a charm— if that makes sense.When the bell rings, startling me as I'm brooding over my plans of discovery for today, totally not hearing al
Chapter one hundred and forty. Anastasia's POV. The conversation with Ylfa was, what's the word?, not very inspiring, and I do not think I would want to discuss anything further with her. I can tell it is unintentional, but when I am around her, she makes me feel like I am a mistake. As though it were my fault that I was back here,Fine, I do know that I'm a danger around them, but it wasn't my fault that Yaya Luna brought me back here. I am not being selfish here. And if need be or anything occurs, I will try my very best to make sure no one gets hurt because of me. And, oh, by the way, I almost forgot, but I brought the pistol Cole Hunter gave me. Actually, it wasn't intentional, but because of the meeting, I had put it in the trouser of the clothes I was wearing, and when Luna Daciana came to take me, I figured I did not need to put it down. We may need it on the way, and funny enough, I forgot again that it was with me until I changed this morning. I never thought I would use i
Chapter one hundred and thirty nine. Anastasia's POV. In a few minutes, we arrive in front of the door to my room. I smile at Luna Daciana as I turn to face her. By the way, I've been touching the pendant since without even noticing, as the tingling sensation would come in occasionally. At this point, I believe that it isn't coming from my head anymore, but I don't even think of complaining to her. "So, I guess I should leave you to your own space." She says, and I nod my head, affirming her. "Thanks, again, for today, and I'm so happy to be here, regardless of all that I said earlier." I refer back to what I said back in the storage room. She rolls her eyes as she waves me off with her left hand. "Don't sweat it." And with that, she clears her throat and takes one step backwards, away. "Sleep well, Anastasia.""Nighty night, Luna Daciana."She pouts. "Nah, we aren't back to doing that." What do I say? "We are Ana-mates." When she says that, I laugh. Does that even make sense?
Chapter one hundred and thirty eight. Anastasia's POV. My hands are tapped by someone else's, and I wake up with a gasp. It was more like bolting from the bed, actually. To be honest, my senses are actually at their peak here, and I can't say it's my fault. I mean, I'm literally still in danger and scared of whatever could happen to these werewolves and she-wolves just because their Luna decided to add to their plan, changing everything. Absolutely everything. I sigh and place my left hand on my chest when I see that it is Luna Daciana. "Sorry. "You know, I haven't gotten much sleep lately." I tell her, and she nods with a small smile on her face. I actually admire her understanding of my emotions and abilities as a human who's not supernatural like she is or any other of them are. I had dozed off earlier, and she's just waking me up. I now remember that she wanted to discuss something with me, and I'm guessing that's the reason why she had woken me up. By the way, I'm even glad
Chapter one hundred and seven. Anastasia's POV In the last few minutes since we've been here, resting, I have come near the fire to warm myself up. There is no snow falling here, but the cold is not comforting at all. By the way, there is a lake across from where we are sitting, and it's also bringing in mosquitoes around here. Anyway, apart from that and the cold, I think I'm a little okay. My mind is even at rest from all the running since yesterday night. At this point, a part of me believes that we cannot be found by Nicholas's men any more. We have distanced ourselves from the kingdom a lot. I caught Luna staring at me for the second time, and I think I just should speak out right now. "Why are you staring at me like that...or sort of glaring?" I ask a question, and she chuckles almost instantly. She isn't trying to lie, and she isn't, as she only finds it funny when I don't. I'm rather frowning, confused. "I am glaring at you." "That is offensive to say, right?" I say m
Chapter one hundred and thirty six. Nicholas's POV. As vampires, we are gifted with the power to bend some forces of nature. It didn't always used to be there until the time when the witches and wizards went into extinction. Most of us believe that we were gifted with these powers to show that nature still exists. Show that magic was never made so it can go into extinction along with the creatures meant to wield it. Anyway, I'm using this now for my own choices. Breathing in strongly, I run inhumanely towards the beach. My feet, because of the height of my speed, rove up heavy gusts of wind into the air. And the more I increase my acceleration, the greater the gust. Then, reaching the ocean, I head into it and begin swimming. I am not weakened by the change in gravity. My muscles help me move through the large body of water as though I am still on land and running towards something. In no time, I reach the ground of the water, and then, settling on its surface, I position myself