"Did he just walk right pass us," I said shocked, watching the familiar figure walk to the far side of the room and lean against a wall.
"Like we don't even exist," Frost exaggerated glaring at him.
"You guys know him," a small voice asked.
"How is he even alive," I asked.
"I'm not sure he is," Frost trailed off narrowing her eyes.
"I don't care who his dad is, I need to have a conversation with him," I said, really having enough surprises.
Frost sighed.
"He's hosting a party tomorrow but it's by invitation only," she explained.
"If your talking about the Privetels Ball, I got an invitation with a plus one," the soft voice said again. I turned and stared at Isaac cautiously.
"You would take a total stranger to a ball," I asked. Isaac nodded.
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"How far did you park your car," I asked Frost as I glanced left and right along the road."I didn't," she muttered."I'm sorry didn't get that," I said sarcastically, staring at Frost."Its nice that you walked all the way here for me but you need to think through your crazy ideas because I'm not carrying you," I stated folding my years."I wasn't going to ask," Frost snipped."You two argue like an old couple," Kat commented drily.Simultaneously Frost and I shushed her. She raised her palms to the air and backed away from the sidewalk."I'm gonna call my friend," she grumbled.Suddenly a black Lamborghini pulled up in front of us. I glanced at Frost meeting her questioning stare. The tinted windows slowly rolled down and my heart skipped a beat."Hi," I
"Wow," I said as I walked unto one of the most beautiful bridge that I'd ever seen with my naked eyes.The bridge was a magnificent obsidian color, it may have actually been obsidian itself. It gleamed under the sunlight, causing the intricate marks carved into it to seem alive."How is it possible that I have never been here before," I said simply amazed by beauty of it all.Chris shrugged watching me with a smile."Not many people come here," he said brusing his hands against the vines on one side of the bridge. The other side had beautiful flowers of all colors and sizes on it. I tilted my head in confusion."This bridge was built when Black Pond was created," he started."Rumors say that there was an argument between the two founding families of the town. They originally called it White Lake because of the rumored
I glanced out the window at a transformed White Lake High. It looked like prom but with a little more of a mature theme. In all honesty it looked like the Queen was going to put in an appearance any minute. I made me wonder."Do supernaturals have royalty," I asked Frost, who sat beside me tapping furiously at her phone screen."Something like that," she responded shortly. I stared at her waiting for her to continue. She glanced at me after a while finally noticing my stare."Its...hard to explain. They are called imperials and only put in an appearance when war is coming," she said shortly."Wow," I said, wanting more."Yeah.""That sure sums it up," I prodded.Frost sighed frustratedly. Yeah, I can be really annoying when I want to be."I'm going to explain it to you, later,
"Why do you have that look on your face," Frost said, staring at me questioningly. I shrugged with a smug look on my face turning to Kat."Stay close but not too close. My mom might have left you in charge but your mom left me in charge," I said. Kat sighed and nodded. The absentees were visiting Raphael's mother and therefore were out of town. They left Kat behind because she saw her grandma almost every weekend. Its personal."Seriously," Frost suddenly said hiding behind Kat. I glanced around, looking for a familiar face but found none."What are we looking for," I asked her, my eyes searching furiously."Tall, muscular, hot and my ex," my eyes immediately landed on the blonde talking to his fellow Adonis-es. No, thats not a real word but I gotta say, Frost knows how to pick 'em."He's like a....," I trailed off, trying to think of som
"You must think that I'm clingy," I said as I placed my head on Chris's shoulder."What, no. If anything I'm clingy and everyone needs a little cuddling once in a while," he said.I leaned my head back to stare at him. We stared at each other for a full minute, before bursting into laughter. Earning a few glares from couples trying to dance in peace.Suddenly the music stopped and all eyes were directed to the stage, where a well dressed and poised man stood. With a glass of champagne in his hands. He regarded everyone as if they were below him."That's Mr. Privetel," Chris whispered in my ear.So this was the guy that struck fear into everyone's hearts. At the moment, I didn't have any opinion of him. I'll decide when I meet him."I want to extend gratitude to you all, my esteemed guests for coming today to celebrate
“What's going on here." A door suddenly opened. It was partially hidden beside a bookshelf. Henry stood there. He glanced around the room, his eyes pausing on mine. He slightly nodded his head and I tilted mine. My vision cleared. “I'll take care of this,” he said squaring his shoulders and straightened his back. Meaning... His father smiled proudly, walking towards him and patting him on the back. “Make me proud son,” his father said, sending a devious look my way. He and his men then walked out of the room closing the door behind them. Silence engulfed us as we all stood frozen, staring at each other. Suddenly a muffled sound brought our attention to a desk. Kat! Henry and I immediately ran around the desk to see her. Henry removed the piece of cloth wrapped around her mouth and I got to work on the
I paused with the fork in my mouth as I raised a brow at Frost's questioning stare. "You're....are you okay," she asked from her seat in front of me at our official lunch table. I smiled and nodded. "Are you sure? Your hair is straight. The last time it was straight you weren't you," she said cautiously. "Well the last time I checked, you were...a very cold person," that was not what I wanted to say but you know what we should all make an effort to be nice at least once a day. "I'm...not the topic of this conversation, you are," she said with no room for smart comments. "I'm fine," I responded honestly. After the other night I have been feeling so chill. I don't even have words to explain it. "You sure, because the other night," she trailed off with a look. I chuckled and shook my
I smiled at a picture of Kat's kindergarten graduation photo. I loved her chubby cheeks. Sadly enough she obsessed over getting rid of it as soon as she hit puberty. I sighed and continued down the stairs. "Hey," I greeted Henry with a smile. "Hey, I wanted to talk to you," he said. "Yeah, I got the message," I said glancing around. "The hot dad let me in," I cringed as the words left his lips. "Don't ever say that again," I said motioning for him to follow me as I walked into the living room. "Is it wrong of me to say that I never thought you were rich," he said glancing around. I chuckled, sitting down. "That was exactly what I was hoping to achieve. A taste of deception," I said pulling a pack of gummy bear open. "So what did you want to talk about," I sa
My 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