White Lake High School, a supernatural institution with supposedly mundane students yet to manifest their supernatural potential. One of them being me, Kelly Isabella McHale, hated by all but only hate one. The infamous, Instagram sensation 'Dimples'. Why do I hate him, you ask? Well, my first response will be the fact that ever since he came into existence, bad things have been happening to me, like barred from a good college bad. But the real reason begins with my initiation into the supernatural world through the death of Henry. 'Looks at the sky' The full moon draws near...or should I saw the blue moon. 'Eyes glow....'
View MoreMy heavy breathing echoed through my ears. Black spots fitted my eyes, I squeezed them shut and shook my head frantically in an attempt to clear my vision but it didn't help. A slow ache pierced my skull. I glanced at the curious faces around me. The dark spores that were left if the drakon clung to me like a magnet. I began to feel heavier and heavier. My hands tighten around the blade and I tried to stand on my feet but I stumbled. I glanced up again. Why weren't they helping me. I know it wasn't everyday, a person kills a drakon but it was a part of my job description. "A thank you, would at least suffice," I said loud enough for the shocked hellhounds to hear. Suddenly the school door opened and a few students started rushing outside. "No, get back! Get back into the school," Frost's ex yelled. The students backed away slowly, watching with curious eyes. "Isn't it dead," Frost suddenly appeared with Henry close behind her. "Kelly," she called, taking a few steps towards me.
I gaped at the sight of an 8 feet tall creature standing a few feet away from the car. It had dark scales resembling that of a fish. The scales would rise and fall showing red skin underneath from time to time. It looked as if it was breathing but it already had two nostrils with spiky whiskers on the side of its face. “Is that a dragon,” I asked scared. “Drakon,” Henry said breathlessly. “Why did you say it like that,” I hurriedly asked nothing just tone. “Drakons, are bloodthirsty. They kill and kill until there is no one left,” he said with difficulty, his breath struggling to come outright. Another scream turned o
I sat up sensing the change in the atmosphere and I got to my feet with the intention of showing them to the door but before I could speak. The door burst open and an unfamiliar scent made its way to us. “Dad, is everything OK. I heard yelling,” a guy roughly around my age entered the living room. His words so heavy and strong. I forced a chuckle. “Well ain’t this a lovely family reunion,” I said. I ran up the stairs and went to my room. Locking the door. I stood frozen for a bit and then walked towards the window. The house was completely surrounded. Wolves of all shapes and sizes lingered, waiting for their alpha. I took a deep breath pushing away my tears and staggered back. I bumped into my bed and decided to sit there. My tears fell without my permission. Falling one after the other until I was balling my eyes out. I laid in the center of my bed alone. I sniffed and grabbe
I stared at phone and sped walk down the near empty streets. So demons were running free and we didn’t exactly have a witcher just brewing under the pot. The mayor had been compelled into sending all the humans into lockdown, while all the supernaturals were tasked with damage control. I stuffed my phone into my pocket and tightened my sweater around my waist. I was not comfortable wearing shorts in public, at least not while wearing my own face. The brand of Isabella McHale was roughly based off my confidence in showing off the claw marks on my thighs. They were a question of tattoo or birthmark. At this point in life, I believe that it had a very important storyline behind it. I stepped into the diner and was slapped by its emptiness. I approached Henry and Frost, who were sitting by a table in the corner. “Why does it look this bad,” I asked as I sat beside Henry. “Because the head of Whit
I slipped my phone into my back pocket and I walked back into Draya’s house. It was now empty with only Draya’s wolf walking around the house. “You just missed then,” she said spraying something around the living room. It was scentless bit I think that’s what she was going for. “Nope, I don’t,” I said, sitting on the arm of the couch. I inhaled deeply. “So, what’s the plan,” she asked. “Let the adults handle it,” I replied. “Your not serious are you,” she asked folding her arms sassily. I smiled and shook my head. “It’ll take too long for me to track down and convince the other imperials, even with my alpha powers and their locations and names,” I stated. “Also I’m not a killer and I know that they’ll want to choose the easiest way out.” I continued. Draya nodded. “I’m guessing y
“Shadow wouldn’t let you,” he said. And for the first time, I saw his face. But his words held, a greater weight. Suddenly I became more aware of myself, my environment, the vines wrapped around my limbs and the blood running through my veins. The green eyes of a guy I thought I knew. In realization of giving away his mystery, he did what he did best, what I did best, he ran. I forgot to breathe. I fell towards my knees, hearing nothing but muffles. A hand gripped my jaw and pulled my head back. “I guess the blood of and imperial alpha wolf, is far more powerful,” he whispered into my air. “Please don’t, we can, we can sort everything out. You don’t have to,” I pleaded, I wasn’t sure what he planned to do but I know it was not good. “But I have to,” he said sweetly. “Then you leave me no choice,” I retorted, forcefully hitting him with head. His nose cracked and pulled
“Kelly, slow down,” Frost called after me as I pushed through the students in the busy hall. My mind was set with a sole task and there was no time for deferrals, but we don’t always get what we want. A figure suddenly appeared in front of me blocking my way. “Your going down, mutt,” Angela spat moving by slowly with folded arms, I ignored her and glanced ahead of me. Frost’s ex and a 2 of his friends stood a few feet away. A growl ripped from my chest and a hand grabbed my wrist. “You don’t stand a chance against them, let’s just go the other way,” Frost said as a voice of reason but I had a tough skull, so naturally I ignored her. I huffed and walked slowly forward then stopped. I turned abruptly, they had me surrounded. Mental note: listen to reason! “Kelly Isabella McHale, we would like you to come with us,” Frost’s ex said.
Henry successfully spy proof my house. Now he was taking me to the one place I detest more than Dimples, White Lake High. Apparently now everyone believed that I wasn’t a murderer so yay! I sighed scrolling through my I*******m. There were a lot of bad comments and my team was still struggling with damage control. I couldn’t let this terrorist take away another good thing in my life. “I need a comeback,” I said loudly. But how? “Are you sure that’s what you need,” Henry asked. I glanced at him and our eyes met. “Yeah,” I replied, glancing away from him, unsure. “I need a straight answer, Kelly or this is not going to work. I need to know that you are ready,” he said. I bit my lip and nodded. “Its about time I take the fight to this guy,” I said strongly. “But how? We don’t know his identity or anything about him,” I voiced my doubts.
I’ve had black outs but none like this. None where I am conscious yet still in the dark. I can’t feel my body. I can only feel the pain. I’m left alone with my thoughts with my memories, attacking me every chance they get. I don’t need air, I don’t feel the pain. I just feel pent up emotions from years where I never knew the were being build up. I feel the anger, the hate, guilt, the blame. I feel everything when all I want is nothing. I want nothing. I need nothing. Nothing is better than this. Being no one is better than being someone with no one. No one to love, no one to trust. I lost it all I will lose it all. The hated becoming the hater. This was my curse. I’m the reason for the pain the suffering. Maybe I should be the one dead. I didn’t want to feel like this anymore. I wanted it to end. I wanted to scream but how do you scream when you don’t have a body. When your locked in the darkness of your own mind. How do y
My life has never been my own. When I was 8 years old, I had an accident that split my family in two but it was already broken before that. My dad wasn't the best person or dad. He had a dangerous past that came for our family. My mom divorced him and then he just disappeared from our lives. I had an aunt that I met briefly and an uncle I never knew. Of course, I don't blame my mother but ever since I was 8, we have been constantly on the move. My mom didn't fancy me living alone and her work was very important to her. So we moved to White Lake. A big enough town that was split in two, to house an unofficial area called Black Pond. Let's just say, it was much like the parliament of small countries. One town with two opposing districts that constantly vie for dominance. On one side was the Privitels and on the other was the Vicisski. The districts were separated by a legendary bridge, on one side was water as black as night and the other was as white as limestone. No one knew the true
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