I jumped up out of fears breathing hard. With my hand clutched to my chest I stared hard at the wall in front of me, I slowly bring my hand closer to my cheeks.The place was damn hot, I had to stand on my feet and rushed to the mirror. I looked at my reflection and saw strand of mark across my cheeks. My hands trembled in fears and I glared up in anger with my brow squinted.Even in dreams, mother still detest me so much, she slapped me. Why is she doing this? Aren't I special? What makes Damian more special than I do.I pace around my room and finally stopped in front of a window which is south to my room. I pushed it open and allow myself to be the victim of the gentle breeze blowing inside.This should help calm my fears, I swear I'm afraid if mother could from dream and it show it effect on my face then I think mother knows very much that I'm mistreating Damian. "Who cares?" I hissed and walked out if my room in furious.I will have to go fetch water from the stream since the wate
"Help me!” It was the scream of a woman. Loud and piercing through the night air. The voice was filled with so much fear, and plea that it stood the paws of wolves; ears of faery, and the soul of the brooding white witch—the voice of the crying pierced through the night and pooled on the heart of Alice. Waking her up from sleep, she ran at an insane speed. An angry Alice in motion was surprised at how fast her legs carried her and how weightless she seemed. She was practically floating on air. She felt a bizarre surge of adrenaline pop through her veins and even though she wanted it to stop, she couldn't control it. It was dusk and only the whisperers of the night were seen hovering because according to them, the last seed of their nemesis had been uprooted. A loud frightening belly laughter reputed behind Alice, cutting through the silence of the night and the serenity it provided. It sounded so close. As Alice turned to address the voice, she came face to face with a woman, she he
The cold night was eerie and silent. Everything except Alice's mind. She was certain there were burn marks on her body before her father brought her home and even after that how did the burns suddenly disappear? Her father had told her the lot he knew about her essence but still, Alice had questions that only the mouthpiece of the Oracle could answer. She had gone to the priest, the bridge between the mortals and their supreme being to get answers to her questions."The path you seek can only be made clear to she that sought it" the priest sang in a ritual song to her. "What do you mean, great one?""I don't have the answers to the questions you seek. But I can take you to a place to get the answers" the priest responded. "But you must be willing and ready" the priest added."I'm ready," Alice said defiantly. "Then, I must warn you. The journey you are set to embark on is a tricky one. You be careful with home to trust even in the spirit world. Recklessness and ignorance are the bir
Back at the werewolf camp, Emila quietly entered the prisoner's room without anyone noticing. Her target, Nicholas was sitting on a bottom bunk with his back to her. She stopped a couple of feet away from him and immediately he became rigid and tense, undoubtedly, realizing she was nearby. Emilia had such a strong stench it was impossible for another wolf or any being with a high sensation to miss or not recognize her stench from a distance. Nicholas on his part had been acting all weird out, it seemed as though his abilities had been restrained during his stay in the prison yard. Left to the rest of the council, Nicholas would long have been dead. But no, even Emila prevented them because she had read the handwriting on the wall. It got clearer. Most buildings didn't look beautiful in their foundation state. It only becomes beautiful when the building is completed. And some buildings that appeared beautiful at the beginning stages ended up being an eyesore when it was completed. N
The heart of a pure witch picked up the heartbeat of what was going on in the bush behind her. There was no way she would miss the heartbeat of numerous black witches springing from one area. “Where are you going?” Lucas asked the second she stood up to dive into the woods. Perhaps he was feeling with the distraught heartbeat of his mate that was trapped in the woods. How could he not? “I’m going into the woods” Alice confided and he immediately stood up. “I’m coming with you” he breathed rashly. He looked behind him when he saw her gaze fixed behind him. “The children will be just fine without me. The others can take care of them until our return” he added. Alice not wanting to delay any longer quickly nodded and head in approval and before long the two were delving further and further into the woods. Lucas had changed into a wolf, running ahead of Alice to get to the spot. Unlike his mate Emilia, he wasn’t a sentinel, nor was he a born werewolf. He was a born human and only became
Jesse swung his sword left, and right, ducking the way he'd been taught to when the dummy mechanically swung its sword at him in an offensive way that would have slashed his chest, something Jesse thought would greatly please his sadistic father if he hadn't parried the strike. It was all his father's idea, making him train with a dummy. Something Jesse had thought would be easy until he realized the dummy fought harder and more expertly than anyone he'd ever trained with. Nice, Jesse bitterly thought, slashing again and missing the dummy who stepped out of the attack zone and roughly kicked at his legs, making him stumble and barely keep his balance. Jesse didn't know what to call this bloodthirsty thing fighting with him but 'dummy' didn't cover it."Watch your feet, Nicholas! You're too negligent with your feet!" His father barked from where he was sitting, munching on grapes and watching his son fight something greater than him. Jesse was suspecting that the man was getting some
The events of the school week weighed heavily on Alice she could not interpret the strange encounter she had with the new guy hunterShe had noticed earlier the creeping feeling of being Followed on Monday an act which she found most annoying to shake off having taken the long route home that night felt like a bad idea on it's own, with how late it was she regretted the extra time she spent at the library only because the last bus for the night had already passed through the station for the night That meant one thing for her. She now had to trek to her home a total of thirty minutes. Would not kill her but being "the pessimist" she is she expected everything to go wrong after all weird things had been happening after mummy dearest paid her a visit. the hair iron going up in flames after it burned her hand and she had said in her words She wished the iron would go up in flames damn iron!Or the car door slamming her dad in after she had wished him a Terrible day for not allowing
Dad!!’ Alice screamed "Alice calm down this is you, you are the one controlling it take deep breaths it is your emotions that are reflecting come on, Alice hold it in and command it to close. now Alice!"Alice stood still taking her hands towards the book she commanded it to close immediately the book closed it pages and the room returned to stillbess once again. " what just happened" Alice replied shakily " your mother and I thought we could stop it. We thought we could help you and shut you away from such powers now look what we've done you can't escape destiny, I should have realized that soon enough now Alice your powers have awakened I can't protect you anymore. They know you are alive you need to leave now" her father replied Alice watched in apprehension as her father took the stairs straight to his room waiting for a bit before deciding to follow him "that book in my library had been closed for over ten years I tried almost everything to get rid of it, it reminded me so