The bell rang and Fleur seemed to snap back from a trance that being near Zeeb puts her in. She hurried to put her things in her bag as she felt the familiar disturbing presence getting near her – Ezra. She flinched as she felt the cold hand on her shoulder. She shuddered at the thought that he might have been watching her and Zeeb. Ezra is a powerful immortal and as such, he is definitely not stupid and her heart was gripped with fear not for herself but to what Ezra may do to Zeeb. She knows more than anyone that their kind can be extremely territorial and to Ezra, she is a property that no one can ever take from him.
She gulped and tried to shrug away her unease as she plasters a fake smile as she turned around to face Ezra. “I assume you have taken all the same classes as me?” She said mockingly, trying to hide the nervousness in her voice.
“Of course, I would always want to be near my girl.” He retorted putting a big emphasis on the word mine, staking his claim to her and making sure they both heard him, as he turns his gaze to Zeeb.
"And who is this little friend of yours?” He said towering over Zeeb and he seemed larger than ever as he makes sure he looks as menacing more than ever. Zeeb stood his ground and offered his had saying “I’m Zeeb, welcome to Willow Creek…?” He said, “Ezra” he replied.
Ezra shook his hand and I know he can crush Zeeb’s hands right then and there but Zeeb seemed to answer his iron fist with a confident hand shake. I looked at Ezra and he seemed a bit taken aback, any normal human would be writhing in pain by now but Zeeb was different. Fleur was equally shocked as her eyes turn light and alert to what could happen ready to defend Zeeb at all costs. She looked at Ezra and noticed the brief pause and shock registering on his face. It seemed like forever as Zeeb held Ezra’s gaze and hand. Ezra was the first to break of the hand shake and turned to Fleur instead, “Let’s go get lunch.” He said, his words demanding, it was an order not a request.Sensing Fleur’s hesitation, Zeeb chimed in “Actually, Fleur and I have a project that we need to finish so we planned on getting lunch together, if that’s okay?” Fleur looked at Zeeb and she found his gaze reassuring. “Uhm, yes, I almost forgot about that, the essay right? I’m sorry I had a lot in my plate being new and all, let’s finish that. Sorry, Ezra…” she said as she hurriedly took Zeeb’s elbow and they walked towards the door Zeeb, being almost dragged by her.
“Hey, Fleur slow down…” Zeeb said a bit breathless from the weirdness of the interaction with Ezra, all his muscles are tense as if sensing danger. She stopped abruptly and faced him. “Take me away from here…” Her face pleading and fear evident, Zeeb caressed her cheek and held her gaze for a while studying her beautiful face. He smiled and then let his hands fall and held her hand comfortingly. “I know a place.” He said with a smile.
With that, Fleur seemed to relax and she smiled as well, she couldn’t help it, with Zeeb she felt safe and there is nothing in the world she would like right now than to just be with him anywhere. They broke their locked gaze and they both seemed to understood what they both need. They walked hand in hand as they exit the school building.
Ezra was fuming as he walked towards the cafeteria and was instantly greeted by the football team, but there was one specially handsome man who immediately walked towards him, Gregory, he was blonde and the same height as Ezra and powerfully built as well. His tan skin seems to shine against the harsh lights of the cafeteria. All eyes follow these duo as they enthrall each of them.
“What’s the matter?” Gregory said, sensing Ezra’s dark mood.
“I want to know about that Zeeb guy. I have a bad feeling about him, he’s different” Ezra said, clenching his jaw.
“What do you want me to do?” Gregory said.
“Keep an eye on him Greg. I can’t have Fleur running around with some guy like him. He’s off.” Ezra said, as he put on his jock mask and joined the team, while cheerleaders swarm towards him introducing themselves, it made him forget about Fleur for a while as he toyed around the girls.
Meanwhile, Fleur is already seated inside Zeeb’s old pick up. They were sitting down there as Zeeb tries his best to start the engine. He let out an exasperated laugh as he stop and put his head down on the wheel.
“I’m so sorry this is so embarrassing.” Zeeb finally looked up at Fleur by his side. She laughed so hard, she hasn’t laughed in a long while. They were both laughing hysterically until their gaze locked on each other, they both stopped as both of them can’t seem to break the spell that has bound them. Fleur saw the need in Zeeb’s eyes and she was also hungry for him, she closed the gap between their lips and they kissed. It was gentle at first until it became passionate. Zeeb broke from the kiss to her dismay but she was taken aback when he gently caressed her cheeks and said, “You are amazing.”She saw the tenderness in his eyes and the intense emotions that he’s stirring inside of her. She swallowed as she felt the unnerving feelings inside her, her stomach is in a tight knot, she can’t breathe from the wave of sensations that is crashing over her and right then and there she knows, she has fallen for him. He kissed her forehead and said, “Let me take you some place special.”The special place was at the beach at Wolf’s Lair, somehow Fleur was not surprised because to her, it was significant too. It was the place where she ran to when she was feeling overwhelmed and sad and now it seemed to make sense why her feet brought her there. She was looking for someplace where she belonged. She sought comfort when she felt so lost and lonely, and there was no place in the world but here. It was not the crashing of the waves or the gentle sound of the breeze that brought me there it was someone and that person is Zeeb. Somehow being here again made her realize what she has been looking for all along, it was not a place she can call home but a person she can belong to.Zeeb got out of his truck and went around to open the door for her. He held out a hand and she took it with a smile, knowing full well she finally found her way to a place she can call her own.They walked together hand in hand. She stopped to untie her sneakers and take off her socks, getting the cue f
“So you’re finally back.” The bitterness and judgment in Ezra’s voice were written all over his face as he looked at Fleur intently.These words seemed like a big tidal wave that suddenly came crushing on the feeling of peace and happiness she felt. She can feel a tight knot forming in her stomach as she met Ezra’s probing gaze. She swallowed back the spiteful words she wanted to say to him so badly, instead, she thought to herself that she must be careful. What she has with Zeeb cannot be discovered especially by Ezra. He is formidable and extremely territorial and she knows, that to him, she is but a thing, a possession, and being his betrothed, she can never be too careful, he will stop at nothing for her to be all his. She cannot let Zeeb be caught in the crosshairs of a powerful immortal and their ego. She has to protect him at all costs. Even if it meant she needed to pretend that she is loyal to her clan and to this man who is towering above her. The man she despises with all h
The hours passed and she did not rest nor sleep. As the night turns into morning all she can think of is Zeeb and how she would give everything to be with him. She left Ezra’s room, and as she got out, her father’s voice greeted her. “I see that you are finally taking your duty to this family seriously.” “Yes father, I know what I need to do,” she replied pointedly. “You should.” He said pacing the halls, leaving his words hanging as if he wanted to say more. “I should get going, I need to get to school. I need to keep up with this charade so I won’t jeopardize your plans.” She said as she started walking towards her room. He dashed to her door before she could open it, blocking her way, and said, “I know you have been toying with that Zeeb guy.” She gulped as she brace herself for what he was about to say. “Yes,” she replied trying not to show her anxiety whenever Zeeb’s name is being mentioned. “I have been watching you, Fleur, there is something about that human that concerns
Hours passed, and the sun turned into a lovely glow of gold, as the cloud's hue changed into a purplish grey, Fleur and Zeeb sat together marveling at the sight as the breeze turns cold. Her head was on his shoulder and Zeeb’s arms wrapped around her. It was a picture of happiness and love. Unknowingly though, a dark shadow is watching from the lush forest a few miles away. Gregory is lurking in the background, his green eyes sharp, looking intently at his target like a predator stalking his prey. A small smile formed on his lips as he moved quickly back deep into the forest and to the Landry’s home.Gregory is a fine soldier himself, he always has been Ezra’s greatest ally, together they led wars and were pivotal to the fall of New Orleans. He was a great strategist and a loyal ally to Ezra’s clan. He has always believed that the Vlads are the clans to rule the world and the whole Immortal family, though Damas’ is an influential Immortal, but the Vlads, for him are superior. He never
The night was clear with thousands of stars shining brightly as the crescent moon illuminated the soft glow over the sea. Zeeb and Fleur have been talking for hours none stop about their likes and dislikes, just really getting to know one another and at times when they fell silent it did not feel awkward at all, it’s a comfortable silence, the one that you only experience when you are with people who makes you feel at home. The silence was broken by the howling they can hear from a distance.Hearing that, Fleur suddenly felt rigid, she stood up, and her eyes seemed lighter than before, almost glowing in the darkness, he swore he heard her hiss. He stood up and touched her arm as if to comfort her, she must have been scared by the sound, Zeeb knows exactly who it came from but he cannot tell. He was also on alert knowing full well that, that call is a warning from the Moon Pride Pack. After their last gathering they have been joining their night patrols as part of their training, he s
Zeeb’s house is a stark contrast to her own. They live in a cozy cabin near the beach, the fresh air with the scent of salt water is strong you can almost taste it. The crashing of the waves can be heard in the near distance. Inside the aroma of wood and food is mixed in, the place is a home, not some fortress she lived in. As they went inside, the laughter and chatter can be heard immediately. It was a welcoming sight to see a family like this unlike theirs which is all cold and formal, one might think they entered a funeral. Here, they seem to genuinely like one another compared to her home where she is sure everyone despises one another in some twisted way. Chief Robe greeted them with a big smile on his face, “Well, who is this beautiful princess you brought here tonight son?” Her face flushed red at his flattery, she knows she is beautiful but every Immortal is, it’s part of their charm, they were built to look magnificent almost like Gods in the eyes of mortals, it’s what makes
Fleur was heartbroken. She had fallen deeply in love with Zeeb, a Lycan, who she had thought was different from the others of his kind. But now she knew the truth. Zeeb was the very reason her family had come to Willow Creek - to hunt down and kill his clan. Fleur's loyalty to her family had always been unwavering, but now she was torn. Her heart was telling her to be with Zeeb, but she was afraid of what that would mean for the people she loved. She recalled the events of the evening, Fleur couldn't help but feel a sense of envy towards his family. They were so close and full of love for each other, something she had never experienced before. The dinner was filled with laughter, conversation, and happiness. The warm atmosphere made her feel like she was a part of the family, something she had never felt before in her own home. Even Ash, who was Zeeb's younger sister, was a ray of sunshine, making Fleur feel welcome and appreciated. The warmth of the room was contagious, making Fleur
Fleur took a deep breath, gathering her thoughts before she spoke. She could see the worry and caution in Zeeb's eyes, and it pained her to know that she had caused him such distress. She had to find a way to alleviate his concerns while also addressing the complex situation they found themselves in. "Zeeb," she began, her voice trembling with emotion, "there's something I need to tell you. Something I've kept hidden from you for far too long." Her eyes, shimmering with unshed tears, locked onto his, searching for a glimmer of understanding. Taking a deep breath, Fleur steadied herself. "I'm not like everyone else," she whispered, her voice barely audible. "I'm an Immortal, Zeeb. I've lived for hundreds of years, carrying the weight of secrets and watching the world change around me." Zeeb's eyes widened with a mix of shock and confusion. "An Immortal?" he repeated, his voice laced with disbelief. "But how...?" Fleur, her gaze unwavering, continued, "I overheard Chief Robe and Damo
In the aftermath of the intense clash with the creature, Fleur and Zeeb stood side by side, their chests heaving with exertion. Sweat trickled down their brows as they surveyed the scene before them—a battleground littered with the remnants of their struggle.The air crackled with tension as they regrouped with their allies, their gazes determined and their hearts filled with an unyielding resolve. The battle had taken its toll, but their spirits remained unbroken."We've come this far," Fleur declared, her voice laced with determination. "We can't let the darkness prevail. Our clans, our loved ones, and the very fabric of our existence depend on our victory."Zeeb nodded, his eyes reflecting the fire of their shared purpose. "We fight not just for ourselves but for the future we envision—a future where Immortals and Lycans can coexist in harmony."The leaders of the Immortals and Lycans, Damas and Damon, stepped forward, their faces etched with determination and battle-hardened resol
The aftermath of the battle left Willow Creek High in ruins. Smoke filled the air, and the place stank of sulfur. Fleur and Zeeb stood in the midst of the wreckage, beaten but not broken."Damn, we actually did it, Zeeb," Fleur said, her voice laced with exhaustion. "But this is just the beginning. Ezra and Gregory won't give up so easily. We gotta get our clans together, unite 'em."Zeeb nodded, scanning the scene. "You're right, Fleur. Our love has brought us this far, and it'll carry us through the crap that lies ahead. We gotta bring peace to our people, end the damn hatred."As they surveyed the mess, Damas emerged from the shadows, his presence commanding attention. The Immortals, led by Esme, stood beside him, determined looks on their faces. The Lycans, with Chief Robe and Damon in charge, joined their ranks, their loyalty fierce.Damas approached Fleur and Zeeb, his voice filled with a mix of pride and concern. "You two showed real strength out there. Your love gives us hope.
The creature loomed before them, a grotesque and formidable being born from the darkest depths of supernatural power. Its body was a twisted amalgamation of sinew and scales, its eyes glowing with an otherworldly light that sent shivers down the spines of even the bravest warriors. The air crackled with malevolence as it unleashed an otherworldly roar, the sound reverberating through the halls of Willow Creek High. Fleur stood at the forefront, her eyes narrowed in determination as she faced the creature. "We won't let you harm anyone else," she declared, her voice steady despite the adrenaline coursing through her veins. Zeeb, his Lycan abilities heightened by the magnitude of the threat, unsheathed his gleaming silver daggers, his fangs glistening in the dim light. "Together, we can defeat this abomination," he growled, his gaze unwavering. Damas conjured dark energy in his hands, forming intricate patterns in the air. "Let's put an end to this madness," he muttered, his voice car
Within the hidden realm of the Immortals, a power struggle unfolded, threatening to tear apart the fragile peace that had been forged. Damas, a respected and powerful Immortal, found himself at odds with a faction led by cunning and ambitious Immortals who craved dominion over all. With the absence of Ezra's clan they wonder if Damas can lead them, they find his decision to sign a treaty with the Lycans is a sign of wekness and he is unfit as a leader. In the chambers of their ancient council, Damas stood tall, his voice resonating with authority and wisdom. "Peace is our only path forward. We cannot allow our thirst for power to overshadow the progress we have made," he declared, his gaze unwavering. Suddenly Ezra, entered the hallway his eyes filled with a sinister gleam, scoffed at Damas' plea for unity. "Peace is a weakness, a surrender of our true potential. We are the Immortals, destined to rule and conquer. Willow Creek is but a stepping stone." The faction of Immortals that d
The days following the hard-fought battle between Fleur and Damas were filled with a deceptive tranquility in Willow Creek. The town basked in the glow of newfound hope and the promise of unity. Fleur and Zeeb reveled in the joy of their love, their hearts entwined like never before. The air was thick with whispers of their devotion, and their love story became the beacon of light in a world shrouded in darkness. Meanwhile, Fleur and Zeeb continued to navigate the complexities of their love, unaware of the dark forces conspiring against them. They spent their days exploring the beauty of Willow Creek, their laughter blending with the gentle whispers of the wind. Their hearts brimmed with hope, believing that their love could bridge the divide between their worlds. But beneath the surface of peace, trouble brewed. Ezra, the leader of the powerful Immortal clan and Fleur's betrothed, seethed with anger. He refused to accept that Damas and Esme had allowed this supposed madness to preva
Fleur and Zeeb stood at the precipice of their mission, their hearts pounding with anticipation and hope. They had gathered their allies, both mortal and immortal, in a secluded location that symbolized neutrality—a place where neither faction could claim dominance. It was here that they would attempt to broker a fragile peace, for the sake of their love and the future of their worlds. As the representatives from each side assembled, tension filled the air. Suspicion and skepticism lingered in their eyes, remnants of the deep-rooted animosity that had fueled the conflict for generations. Fleur knew that the task ahead would not be easy, but she drew strength from the unwavering support of Zeeb and their allies. Fleur's heart raced as she stood before the council of Lycan elders, alongside Zeeb, her love and beacon of hope. The room was filled with tension, the weight of their forbidden romance hanging in the air like a storm cloud ready to unleash its fury. They were surrounded by th
Fleur took a deep breath, gathering her thoughts before she spoke. She could see the worry and caution in Zeeb's eyes, and it pained her to know that she had caused him such distress. She had to find a way to alleviate his concerns while also addressing the complex situation they found themselves in. "Zeeb," she began, her voice trembling with emotion, "there's something I need to tell you. Something I've kept hidden from you for far too long." Her eyes, shimmering with unshed tears, locked onto his, searching for a glimmer of understanding. Taking a deep breath, Fleur steadied herself. "I'm not like everyone else," she whispered, her voice barely audible. "I'm an Immortal, Zeeb. I've lived for hundreds of years, carrying the weight of secrets and watching the world change around me." Zeeb's eyes widened with a mix of shock and confusion. "An Immortal?" he repeated, his voice laced with disbelief. "But how...?" Fleur, her gaze unwavering, continued, "I overheard Chief Robe and Damo
Fleur was heartbroken. She had fallen deeply in love with Zeeb, a Lycan, who she had thought was different from the others of his kind. But now she knew the truth. Zeeb was the very reason her family had come to Willow Creek - to hunt down and kill his clan. Fleur's loyalty to her family had always been unwavering, but now she was torn. Her heart was telling her to be with Zeeb, but she was afraid of what that would mean for the people she loved. She recalled the events of the evening, Fleur couldn't help but feel a sense of envy towards his family. They were so close and full of love for each other, something she had never experienced before. The dinner was filled with laughter, conversation, and happiness. The warm atmosphere made her feel like she was a part of the family, something she had never felt before in her own home. Even Ash, who was Zeeb's younger sister, was a ray of sunshine, making Fleur feel welcome and appreciated. The warmth of the room was contagious, making Fleur
Zeeb’s house is a stark contrast to her own. They live in a cozy cabin near the beach, the fresh air with the scent of salt water is strong you can almost taste it. The crashing of the waves can be heard in the near distance. Inside the aroma of wood and food is mixed in, the place is a home, not some fortress she lived in. As they went inside, the laughter and chatter can be heard immediately. It was a welcoming sight to see a family like this unlike theirs which is all cold and formal, one might think they entered a funeral. Here, they seem to genuinely like one another compared to her home where she is sure everyone despises one another in some twisted way. Chief Robe greeted them with a big smile on his face, “Well, who is this beautiful princess you brought here tonight son?” Her face flushed red at his flattery, she knows she is beautiful but every Immortal is, it’s part of their charm, they were built to look magnificent almost like Gods in the eyes of mortals, it’s what makes