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It was a Friday night, two in the morning, and my two best friends were shrieking in drunken laughter behind me. I sighed as I pulled into the gas station. My little Corolla had been chugging near empty for the last few miles. And I’ll admit that I’d been worried we would’ve broken down on the side of the road, not for my car’s sake, for my sake. I didn’t know if I could’ve handled walking with Lydia and Jessica. And on cue, Lydia rammed her elbow in the back of my head. “Oh, Sam!” Muffled laughter. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean—” She dissolved in laughter once more. Jessica wrapped her hands around the passenger seat and leaned forward. “Can we go to another party?” “Puh-leaze?” “No.” I unclipped my seat belt and started to get out. They scrambled out, or tried. Lydia tripped and was nearly clocked by my side mirror. Jessica tumbled after and leaned her weight on Lydia’s shoulders so she wouldn’t fall while she sidestepped over her. What a friend. “Why not? It’s our last Friday night before school. Come on, Sam!” Lydia stood and straightened out her skirt and top. When her boobs were back in place and the skirt barely covered her ass, she turned her pleading eyes on me too. “It’ll be fun. Come on! I know where a public party is.” Jessica whirled to her. “Oh! That sounds awesome.” They bounced together. Both wore flowing skirts, tight tops, and brown curls that flung everywhere. When one hit me in the face, I swatted it away. “I’m taking you guys home. You’re both drunk.” “Come on, you’re such a loser tonight,” Lydia moaned. Jessica frowned and flipped her hair over her shoulder. “Yeah, you are. What’s going on with you?” “Did you and Jeffrey have a fight?” Lydia’s eyebrows wiggled up and down. She peeled over in laughter once more. I gave them my not-so-polite smile and each rolled their eyes. Then Lydia lifted her nose and got a whiff of gas station pizza. Her stomach growled and off they went. As I watched them skip together, holding hands, and giggling over the fact they were drunk, I leaned back a
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I stand here looking at all the bodies, scattered across the clearing. The scent fills my nose. It's all over now. Father has ended the life of Alpha King, ending a feud that has left a nasty scar on my family and scarring Lucious family in the process. Wolves shift back, helping their wounded family and friends up from the ground, following Lucious towards the forest. I watch Lucious, not wanting him to leave. My heart clenches in my chest, as thoughts of Lucious not wanting me anymore, fills my head. My father just ended his father and now he probably wants nothing to do with me. "Lu-Lucious." His name comes out in a low whisper, afraid that my thoughts are true and that he really doesn't want me as his mate anymore. Hearing my low whisper of his name, Lucious stop and look over at me, staring into my soul with those now cold, pain-filled eyes. "Are you coming with me or not?" He asks dryly as if he doesn't care if I come or not. My beast whimpers out for its mate. I feel a pain in my chest, seeing him this way. He just watched his father die and now he's carrying his broken mother in his arms as she cries out for her deceased mate. I look over at my mother and father not knowing what to say. A big part of me doesn't want to leave my family. All my life I thought my father and uncle had passed away, but that wasn't so. They had been locked away for all these years. I finally have my whole family, something I never thought I'll have. Mother and father are now happy together. Everything is perfect for the first time and I don't want to leave them. I feel my eyes start to burn with tears from this choice. Although a part of me wants me to stay with my family, a greater part of me is telling me that Lucious needs me. Father gives me a slight nod telling me it's okay if I go with Lucious. "It's okay baby, he's your mate." Mother says agreeing with father. I look back over at Lucious, standing there, looking at me with those cold eyes, waiting for my answer. As much as I want to stay here with my family, I can't bring myself to say no to him. I can feel the mate bond pulling at me as I hesitantly take a step towards Lucious and all the wolves that are walking into the forest. Lucious turn and walk into the forest with the wolves. I look back at my family as they watch me leave. They all give me small smiles of goodbyes. My eyes land on BJ. He gives me a slight nod before turning and walking away. I can feel through the twin bond that we share that he doesn't want for me to leave with Lucious. We've never been separated. We've always been together since kids. I'll be back to visit them all soon. I follow closely behind Lucious, disappearing into the thickness of the forest. I look around, surrounded by two hundred or so guys. Some walking in their wolf form, while many others help carry their injured friends. They give me low growls and glares, showing their dislike for me. Out of instinct, I flash them teeth back. I hurt a few of their friends back there and I can see they're not happy about that. All the wolves I killed back there was in self-defense. I was trying to stop BJ and Lucious from fighting and while doing so, wolves attacked me and I hurted them. I didn't go after them, they came after me. I look away from the wolves. My eyes land on Lucious bloody back, carrying his sobbing mother. The only thing that can be heard is the low growls from the wolves that I ignore and the sounds of Lucious's mother cries. I let out a sigh, looking down at my feet as I follow close behind Lucious. I can feel how unwanted I am around these wolves. I didn't want things to happen this way. I tried to help, but me helping by setting Lucious and his mother free from that prison did no good. Why things couldn't have just been simple like every other mate story. Why couldn't we just have met and fallen in love as normal mates do? Lucious and I being mates are built on a foundation of anger and tears. We've been surrounded by so much fighting within the passing weeks. Things shouldn't be like this. I'm happy to finally have my fath
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RECAP OF WHAT LAST HAPPENED: -Silvia and Dakota are broken up. On the last day of school, there was a video that showed Dakota (or a lookalike) with Carmen. Pierson was the one that caused this. He did this Segg prank so Silvia would run to him and so Dakota can be completely out of the picture. The prank against Silvia hasn't happened yet. Finn (Ronnie's Ex Boyfriend) was going to stop Silvia's prank from happening if Silvia got him back with Ronnie. Silvia refused to get them back together. Pierson tells Hunter that Finn has a huge prank for Silvia because she refused this deal. Dakota's P.O.V. HOURS BEFORE THE PARTY It's my birthday and all I want is Silvia back. Much of me knows that it's next to impossible for her to come back. In the silence of my own mind during the first few moments after I left Pierson's the other that day, I realize a few things. Most of those things revolved around how I felt for even going there. But one of the most crucial notes I made was in regards of what I had said to Silvia. Or what I didn't say. I was a far better liar than Silvia, and sometimes, I almost tricked myself into believing what I said. This time though, there was an utmost certainty in my voice when I told her I wasn't involved in this. Despite what I said, she still rushed in to Pierson's arms as if he was the only one she could trust. There was nothing else I could do, but I walked back to my car and drove myself back to Boulder Valley with my pride and spirit dragging on the floor all the way home. She had her mind made up. Before, I used to find her stubbornness admirable--at times. But it was never to this extent. If I could only have a moment of her undivided attention, then I could change her mind. Time was all I ever asked for, yet time was everything she feared. Silvia had a deep yearning to find answers to everything. She wanted to know about her parents past, about my sister's past, about my past. She dug so deep into the past that she forgot to live in the moment. I knew if she didn't stop herself now, she'd only be the cause of her own damnation. Somethings are just better unsaid. The drive back to Dion's apartment was draining, to say the least. Partly because of how exhausted I was from my lack of sleep. It was the late nights and pestering thoughts that stole my peace. It corrupted my sleep with memories of Silvia, too real to be ignored. And it wasn't like I was thinking back on our last moments as a couple. It was small details about her that would keep me up all night. Like the way she scrunched up her nose right before she would disagree with...
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“Who did you piss off?” Gran asked, standing next to me as we took in the damage to The Dusty Attic. “Apparently someone.” Sucking in a deep breath, I held it for a few seconds, then blew it out slowly, emptying my lungs. I pulled out my phone and dialed Jackson. “Oh, you’re finally ready to talk to me?” he answered. He’d left me a couple of messages last night, which I’d ignored because I’d turned my phone off and didn’t get them until this morning. “Yeah, yeah.” I brushed him off. “Someone has thrown a brick through the window of The Dusty Attic. I know it’s not a police emergency or anything. I’m just letting you know.” “Don’t touch anything!” he demanded. “I haven’t. I’m outside with Gran.” “How do you know it’s a brick then?” “Because I can see it through the gaping hole in my storefront.” He didn’t reply, just a click and then I was listening to the dial tone. “I can clean this up and fix the window,” Gran offered but I stopped her. “Let Jackson see it first. I want it reported. Then you can fix it.” I gave her a hug. “Thank you for everything you do for me. I’ve been so lost without my magic.” She wrapped her arms around me and squeezed. Tight. “You’ve had a bad run is all. It’ll all work out, you’ll see.” We stood on the sidewalk arm in arm and waited for Jackson, who pulled up with the screech of tires moments later. “I told you it wasn’t an emergency,” I told him. “If you kept your nose out of ongoing investigations maybe this wouldn’t have happened,” he grumbled, crossing to the door and turning the knob. Of course, it didn’t open since I hadn’t unlocked it yet. “It’s your fault. You asked for my help. And now I have a taste for it. I want to get to the bottom of who killed Whitney. Do you think this is related?” I brushed past him and unlocked the door, broken glass crunching under my feet. He didn’t answer, just pulled on a glove and bent to examine the brick. It was red, the kind you’d find on any building site. Around it was an elastic band and tucked beneath that, a note. No accident then. “What does it say?” I leaned over his shoulder to read it. The words that jumped out at me had my stomach fluttering. “You’re next.” *** Continue reading for FREE with Kindle Unlimited
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I sometimes wonder what my neighbors must think of me – the blue-haired tattooed woman pacing a circle around her yard, burned and bloody. It’s a miracle no one calls the cops. But then I remember the illusion charm I put on the four points of the retaining wall when I moved in four years ago. They don’t see me broken and bloody at all. They also get the impression I don’t want visitors. Hiding is a lonely life indeed. “I hate to break it to you, but you’re going to have to come inside at some point,” Striker insists at my back as I complete my tenth pass of warding my house and property. Yeah, I’m acting like a nut job, but Striker didn’t see what he put in my head. He didn’t relive the worst moment of his life at the whim of a psychopath. His mind wasn’t invaded and defiled. I shudder and wipe my nose. It comes away red, but I don’t have the luxury of stopping. Not now, maybe not ever. Keep reading the Rogue Ethereal Series today for FREE with Kindle Unlimited!
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“Who did you piss off?” Gran asked, standing next to me as we took in the damage to The Dusty Attic. “Apparently someone.” Sucking in a deep breath, I held it for a few seconds, then blew it out slowly, emptying my lungs. I pulled out my phone and dialed Jackson. “Oh, you’re finally ready to talk to me?” he answered. He’d left me a couple of messages last night, which I’d ignored because I’d turned my phone off and didn’t get them until this morning. “Yeah, yeah.” I brushed him off. “Someone has thrown a brick through the window of The Dusty Attic. I know it’s not a police emergency or anything. I’m just letting you know.” “Don’t touch anything!” he demanded. “I haven’t. I’m outside with Gran.” “How do you know it’s a brick then?” “Because I can see it through the gaping hole in my storefront.” He didn’t reply, just a click and then I was listening to the dial tone. “I can clean this up and fix the window,” Gran offered but I stopped her. “Let Jackson see it first. I want it reported. Then you can fix it.” I gave her a hug. “Thank you for everything you do for me. I’ve been so lost without my magic.” She wrapped her arms around me and squeezed. Tight. “You’ve had a bad run is all. It’ll all work out, you’ll see.” We stood on the sidewalk arm in arm and waited for Jackson, who pulled up with the screech of tires moments later. “I told you it wasn’t an emergency,” I told him. “If you kept your nose out of ongoing investigations maybe this wouldn’t have happened,” he grumbled, crossing to the door and turning the knob. Of course, it didn’t open since I hadn’t unlocked it yet. “It’s your fault. You asked for my help. And now I have a taste for it. I want to get to the bottom of who killed Whitney. Do you think this is related?” I brushed past him and unlocked the door, broken glass crunching under my feet. He didn’t answer, just pulled on a glove and bent to examine the brick. It was red, the kind you’d find on any building site. Around it was an elastic band and tucked beneath that, a note. No accident then. “What does it say?” I leaned over his shoulder to read it. The words that jumped out at me had my stomach fluttering. “You’re next.” *** FREE with Kindle Unlimited
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My hands shook as I rammed all my essentials into the tight, black backpack that I had. He'd gone too far this time. My guardian had stumbled home drunk, cursing at me, threatening all sorts of things. Of course, him being a Beta - even though he'd left his pack, taking me with him, he still held the title - really didn't help me. He was much stronger than me, and when he'd tried to force himself on me, I couldn't push him off. Luckily, he'd passed out before he'd managed to unbuckle his pants, but still, I wasn't going to risk that again, the pain, the anger and the unmistakable fear. The gut-wrenching feeling that he was going to take away the one thing I still had left; my innocence. I left the house at a run, the bright moon shone down on my black hair, I loved the black jeans and Fall Out Boy shirt I had on, but I knew that if I wanted to be out of Locksley before dawn, then I had to hurry. I felt my blood move, my bones shift and suddenly I was on four paws, not two feet. I hoisted my backpack onto my back and tore through the forest behind the village at a treacherous speed. In a way, I was thankful that I wasn't in a pack; I wouldn't be tracked, and from the stories I'd heard, and the things I'd witnessed, I never wanted a pack. Or a mate. The stars guided me, the moon gave me the light and the huge trees, that touched the sky, offered me shelter. My paws dug into the soft mud, my heart and soul felt blissful at being able to run free in wolf form. I was a black wolf - the colour of my hair - with a few lighter patches here and there. My wolf colour wasn't uncommon, and I was grateful. About two hours after I'd left, I found my destination. For now. I'd always known that out here - wherever 'out here' was - there was a tiny one room cottage. It would tide me over until I moved elsewhere. My bones expanded as I shifted back, the shift wasn't painful anymore and I stretched my muscles out as I opened the door, there was no key, but there was a lock that I would be using tonight. I lit the candle in the corner of the room. There was a mini fridge hooked up to a generator, a small radio on the wooden coffee table and a rather large sofa that dominated most of the room. I walked over to the one solitary window and closed the floral-patterned curtains. The floor was a darker oak wood, and the walls were a lighter wood. It would suffice. For now. The cottage already seemed more welcoming that my last house. Probably because there's no abusive ass-hole here, I thought dryly. The next day, I fell off the sofa with a thump. I brushed my hands through my glossy hair, pulled on another pair of black jeans, some white converse and a plain red shirt. I was eager to start exploring my newfound freedom. I looked at my features in the broken piece of mirror I had brought with me. My green eyes now had a fire to them that hadn't been there before. I had a small nose and strong cheekbones and my fringe came down to my rounded chin. I really needed to get it cut. I pushed myself up from the floor and decided that as it was light outside, and it wasn't too cold, I'd walk in my human form. Outside, it looked the same as it had last night. An expanse of humongous trees towered overhead, they looked like pine trees, but there was no way for me to be sure. I wasn't an expert on trees. The mud was considerably drier than the night before and I could now hear the sounds of nature with my heightened senses. As I walked, I thought. I was finally free; I could officially do what I wanted. I hadn't actually graduated school, but I'd taken my exams and gotten good results. Maybe the best thing for me to was to hide myself in a human settlement and ignore the werewolf world. I didn't want to be surrounded by their savage and cruel ways; their thirst for blood and revenge. The thing that worried me the most, though, was finding a mate. I thought the whole concept of a mate was a bit sexist. The she-wolf had to move in with the male-wolf, who was instantly more protective and possessive over her; females could defend themselves perfectly well, tha
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"Naomi Lightstorm, I hereby declare you exile from this Kingdom. You are no longer royal blood. You have an hour to pack and get out. Entering the premises of this dominion will lead to a merciless execution" King Savior, my father said with a void voice. But I could see it. His eyes held many different emotions. Hurt and betrayal being the most evident. My mother, Queen Vivian besides him crying and whimpering for the loss of her child while Hayden, the person I believed to be my Amor had a sinister smirk of victory. The guards present in the room looked upon me with disgust and disappointment, and my best friend Neon's body lay lifeless in front of me. What happened? Well, let me flashback a bit for you. ( Half an hour ago) I was laying on my king size bed rubbing my aching head. Today's training was very intense and it took a huge toll over me. I had to use a lot of spells and I was getting really tired. My father wanted me to be as perfect a queen as I can be and I'm determined to be what they want. My name is Naomi Lightstorm. I am the only daughter and middle child of King Saviour and Queen Vivian. I am also the next heir and queen to the throne. What am I? I'm a sorcerer; A moon sorcerer to be exact. I am predicted to be the most powerful sorcerer ever to be born. I am born with the chosen mark. Born with the mark means destined for something unpredictable. Their action is the path to the future. Hence I am to be careful with my life and decisions. Every sorcerer is born with an Amor, another half. Sorcerers start sensing their Amor at the age of 21. I'm now 19 years old while my Amor, Hayden is turning 22 in a few months. Since he had attained the age of 21 he was able to sense me as his Amor. Ever since then we started dating. He is the head warrior of our army, one of the strongest in our realm so we were not surprised by us being Amors. Besides the realm needs a strong king to rule. A sudden knock on the door brought me back to reality. I opened the door to find Neon, my best friend shirtless and panting. "For god's sake Neon, what are you doing here in an ungodly hour? And where on earth is your shirt!" I exclaimed surprised. "Naomi... You are being tricked!" he said panting between each word. "Come on in" I said as I pulled him inside my room before closing it. I know what I am doing is wrong. I know I am not supposed to bring another man who is not my Amor into the room especially in the middle of the night especially he seems to be in some sort of trouble. "Naomi! You are being tricked. He is not your Amor! He is not your damn Amor!! I saw him talking to Victoria and calling her his Amor. He told her she should wait as he will kill you before your 21st birthday so that he will be king and later when the ceremony comes where he has to choose a bride to provide the next king, he will choose her. It's all well planned!" he said as I stood there trying to process the news. Did he lie to me? He is not my Amor? No!! it's not true. Neon will never lie to me... Loud banging echoed around the room. "Naomi! Open the door!" I heard Hayden shout. My whole body began to fill with rage as I walked towards the door. I opened it before punching him right in the face. "You traitor! How dare you lie to me? You are not my Amor. I will kill you." I shouted as he wiped his broken nose. "Oh, so you found out huh? Too bad. I didn't even have fun in bed with you. But all the better now I don't have to tolerate being with you anymore" he said his voice filled with poison. I stood there shocked as I saw the man I thought I love, change into a monster. I felt my heart shatter to millions of pieces. Tears started flowing. Flashbacks of all our happy moments came flashing before my eyes. It was all a lie... I was so occupied with the whole situation that I failed to notice the fireball directed to me. My eyes widen in horror as I saw Neon jumping in front of me. The blow sent him flying to the wall. "Neon!" I screamed running to him. His breathing was labeled and his skin was burned. I put his head in my l
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"Naomi Lightstorm, I hereby declare you exile from this Kingdom. You are no longer royal blood. You have an hour to pack and get out. Entering the premises of this dominion will lead to a merciless execution" King Savior, my father said with a void voice. But I could see it. His eyes held many different emotions. Hurt and betrayal being the most evident. My mother, Queen Vivian besides him crying and whimpering for the loss of her child while Hayden, the person I believed to be my Amor had a sinister smirk of victory. The guards present in the room looked upon me with disgust and disappointment, and my best friend Neon's body lay lifeless in front of me. What happened? Well, let me flashback a bit for you. ( Half an hour ago) I was laying on my king size bed rubbing my aching head. Today's training was very intense and it took a huge toll over me. I had to use a lot of spells and I was getting really tired. My father wanted me to be as perfect a queen as I can be and I'm determined to be what they want. My name is Naomi Lightstorm. I am the only daughter and middle child of King Saviour and Queen Vivian. I am also the next heir and queen to the throne. What am I? I'm a sorcerer; A moon sorcerer to be exact. I am predicted to be the most powerful sorcerer ever to be born. I am born with the chosen mark. Born with the mark means destined for something unpredictable. Their action is the path to the future. Hence I am to be careful with my life and decisions. Every sorcerer is born with an Amor, another half. Sorcerers start sensing their Amor at the age of 21. I'm now 19 years old while my Amor, Hayden is turning 22 in a few months. Since he had attained the age of 21 he was able to sense me as his Amor. Ever since then we started dating. He is the head warrior of our army, one of the strongest in our realm so we were not surprised by us being Amors. Besides the realm needs a strong king to rule. A sudden knock on the door brought me back to reality. I opened the door to find Neon, my best friend shirtless and panting. "For god's sake Neon, what are you doing here in an ungodly hour? And where on earth is your shirt!" I exclaimed surprised. "Naomi... You are being tricked!" he said panting between each word. "Come on in" I said as I pulled him inside my room before closing it. I know what I am doing is wrong. I know I am not supposed to bring another man who is not my Amor into the room especially in the middle of the night especially he seems to be in some sort of trouble. "Naomi! You are being tricked. He is not your Amor! He is not your damn Amor!! I saw him talking to Victoria and calling her his Amor. He told her she should wait as he will kill you before your 21st birthday so that he will be king and later when the ceremony comes where he has to choose a bride to provide the next king, he will choose her. It's all well planned!" he said as I stood there trying to process the news. Did he lie to me? He is not my Amor? No!! it's not true. Neon will never lie to me... Loud banging echoed around the room. "Naomi! Open the door!" I heard Hayden shout. My whole body began to fill with rage as I walked towards the door. I opened it before punching him right in the face. "You traitor! How dare you lie to me? You are not my Amor. I will kill you." I shouted as he wiped his broken nose. "Oh, so you found out huh? Too bad. I didn't even have fun in bed with you. But all the better now I don't have to tolerate being with you anymore" he said his voice filled with poison. I stood there shocked as I saw the man I thought I love, change into a monster. I felt my heart shatter to millions of pieces. Tears started flowing. Flashbacks of all our happy moments came flashing before my eyes. It was all a lie... I was so occupied with the whole situation that I failed to notice the fireball directed to me. My eyes widen in horror as I saw Neon jumping in front of me. The blow sent him flying to the wall. "Neon!" I screamed running to him. His breathing was labeled and his skin was burned. I put his head in my l
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"Naomi Lightstorm, I hereby declare you exile from this Kingdom. You are no longer royal blood. You have an hour to pack and get out. Entering the premises of this dominion will lead to a merciless execution" King Savior, my father said with a void voice. But I could see it. His eyes held many different emotions. Hurt and betrayal being the most evident. My mother, Queen Vivian besides him crying and whimpering for the loss of her child while Hayden, the person I believed to be my Amor had a sinister smirk of victory. The guards present in the room looked upon me with disgust and disappointment, and my best friend Neon's body lay lifeless in front of me. What happened? Well, let me flashback a bit for you. ( Half an hour ago) I was laying on my king size bed rubbing my aching head. Today's training was very intense and it took a huge toll over me. I had to use a lot of spells and I was getting really tired. My father wanted me to be as perfect a queen as I can be and I'm determined to be what they want. My name is Naomi Lightstorm. I am the only daughter and middle child of King Saviour and Queen Vivian. I am also the next heir and queen to the throne. What am I? I'm a sorcerer; A moon sorcerer to be exact. I am predicted to be the most powerful sorcerer ever to be born. I am born with the chosen mark. Born with the mark means destined for something unpredictable. Their action is the path to the future. Hence I am to be careful with my life and decisions. Every sorcerer is born with an Amor, another half. Sorcerers start sensing their Amor at the age of 21. I'm now 19 years old while my Amor, Hayden is turning 22 in a few months. Since he had attained the age of 21 he was able to sense me as his Amor. Ever since then we started dating. He is the head warrior of our army, one of the strongest in our realm so we were not surprised by us being Amors. Besides the realm needs a strong king to rule. A sudden knock on the door brought me back to reality. I opened the door to find Neon, my best friend shirtless and panting. "For god's sake Neon, what are you doing here in an ungodly hour? And where on earth is your shirt!" I exclaimed surprised. "Naomi... You are being tricked!" he said panting between each word. "Come on in" I said as I pulled him inside my room before closing it. I know what I am doing is wrong. I know I am not supposed to bring another man who is not my Amor into the room especially in the middle of the night especially he seems to be in some sort of trouble. "Naomi! You are being tricked. He is not your Amor! He is not your damn Amor!! I saw him talking to Victoria and calling her his Amor. He told her she should wait as he will kill you before your 21st birthday so that he will be king and later when the ceremony comes where he has to choose a bride to provide the next king, he will choose her. It's all well planned!" he said as I stood there trying to process the news. Did he lie to me? He is not my Amor? No!! it's not true. Neon will never lie to me... Loud banging echoed around the room. "Naomi! Open the door!" I heard Hayden shout. My whole body began to fill with rage as I walked towards the door. I opened it before punching him right in the face. "You traitor! How dare you lie to me? You are not my Amor. I will kill you." I shouted as he wiped his broken nose. "Oh, so you found out huh? Too bad. I didn't even have fun in bed with you. But all the better now I don't have to tolerate being with you anymore" he said his voice filled with poison. I stood there shocked as I saw the man I thought I love, change into a monster. I felt my heart shatter to millions of pieces. Tears started flowing. Flashbacks of all our happy moments came flashing before my eyes. It was all a lie... I was so occupied with the whole situation that I failed to notice the fireball directed to me. My eyes widen in horror as I saw Neon jumping in front of me. The blow sent him flying to the wall. "Neon!" I screamed running to him. His breathing was labeled and his skin was burned. I put his head in my l
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"Naomi Lightstorm, I hereby declare you exile from this Kingdom. You are no longer royal blood. You have an hour to pack and get out. Entering the premises of this dominion will lead to a merciless execution" King Savior, my father said with a void voice. But I could see it. His eyes held many different emotions. Hurt and betrayal being the most evident. My mother, Queen Vivian besides him crying and whimpering for the loss of her child while Hayden, the person I believed to be my Amor had a sinister smirk of victory. The guards present in the room looked upon me with disgust and disappointment, and my best friend Neon's body lay lifeless in front of me. What happened? Well, let me flashback a bit for you. ( Half an hour ago) I was laying on my king size bed rubbing my aching head. Today's training was very intense and it took a huge toll over me. I had to use a lot of spells and I was getting really tired. My father wanted me to be as perfect a queen as I can be and I'm determined to be what they want. My name is Naomi Lightstorm. I am the only daughter and middle child of King Saviour and Queen Vivian. I am also the next heir and queen to the throne. What am I? I'm a sorcerer; A moon sorcerer to be exact. I am predicted to be the most powerful sorcerer ever to be born. I am born with the chosen mark. Born with the mark means destined for something unpredictable. Their action is the path to the future. Hence I am to be careful with my life and decisions. Every sorcerer is born with an Amor, another half. Sorcerers start sensing their Amor at the age of 21. I'm now 19 years old while my Amor, Hayden is turning 22 in a few months. Since he had attained the age of 21 he was able to sense me as his Amor. Ever since then we started dating. He is the head warrior of our army, one of the strongest in our realm so we were not surprised by us being Amors. Besides the realm needs a strong king to rule. A sudden knock on the door brought me back to reality. I opened the door to find Neon, my best friend shirtless and panting. "For god's sake Neon, what are you doing here in an ungodly hour? And where on earth is your shirt!" I exclaimed surprised. "Naomi... You are being tricked!" he said panting between each word. "Come on in" I said as I pulled him inside my room before closing it. I know what I am doing is wrong. I know I am not supposed to bring another man who is not my Amor into the room especially in the middle of the night especially he seems to be in some sort of trouble. "Naomi! You are being tricked. He is not your Amor! He is not your damn Amor!! I saw him talking to Victoria and calling her his Amor. He told her she should wait as he will kill you before your 21st birthday so that he will be king and later when the ceremony comes where he has to choose a bride to provide the next king, he will choose her. It's all well planned!" he said as I stood there trying to process the news. Did he lie to me? He is not my Amor? No!! it's not true. Neon will never lie to me... Loud banging echoed around the room. "Naomi! Open the door!" I heard Hayden shout. My whole body began to fill with rage as I walked towards the door. I opened it before punching him right in the face. "You traitor! How dare you lie to me? You are not my Amor. I will kill you." I shouted as he wiped his broken nose. "Oh, so you found out huh? Too bad. I didn't even have fun in bed with you. But all the better now I don't have to tolerate being with you anymore" he said his voice filled with poison. I stood there shocked as I saw the man I thought I love, change into a monster. I felt my heart shatter to millions of pieces. Tears started flowing. Flashbacks of all our happy moments came flashing before my eyes. It was all a lie... I was so occupied with the whole situation that I failed to notice the fireball directed to me. My eyes widen in horror as I saw Neon jumping in front of me. The blow sent him flying to the wall. "Neon!" I screamed running to him. His breathing was labeled and his skin was burned. I put his head in my l
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My hands shook as I rammed all my essentials into the tight, black backpack that I had. He'd gone too far this time. My guardian had stumbled home drunk, cursing at me, threatening all sorts of things. Of course, him being a Beta - even though he'd left his pack, taking me with him, he still held the title - really didn't help me. He was much stronger than me, and when he'd tried to force himself on me, I couldn't push him off. Luckily, he'd passed out before he'd managed to unbuckle his pants, but still, I wasn't going to risk that again, the pain, the anger and the unmistakable fear. The gut-wrenching feeling that he was going to take away the one thing I still had left; my innocence. I left the house at a run, the bright moon shone down on my black hair, I loved the black jeans and Fall Out Boy shirt I had on, but I knew that if I wanted to be out of Locksley before dawn, then I had to hurry. I felt my blood move, my bones shift and suddenly I was on four paws, not two feet. I hoisted my backpack onto my back and tore through the forest behind the village at a treacherous speed. In a way, I was thankful that I wasn't in a pack; I wouldn't be tracked, and from the stories I'd heard, and the things I'd witnessed, I never wanted a pack. Or a mate. The stars guided me, the moon gave me the light and the huge trees, that touched the sky, offered me shelter. My paws dug into the soft mud, my heart and soul felt blissful at being able to run free in wolf form. I was a black wolf - the colour of my hair - with a few lighter patches here and there. My wolf colour wasn't uncommon, and I was grateful. About two hours after I'd left, I found my destination. For now. I'd always known that out here - wherever 'out here' was - there was a tiny one room cottage. It would tide me over until I moved elsewhere. My bones expanded as I shifted back, the shift wasn't painful anymore and I stretched my muscles out as I opened the door, there was no key, but there was a lock that I would be using tonight. I lit the candle in the corner of the room. There was a mini fridge hooked up to a generator, a small radio on the wooden coffee table and a rather large sofa that dominated most of the room. I walked over to the one solitary window and closed the floral-patterned curtains. The floor was a darker oak wood, and the walls were a lighter wood. It would suffice. For now. The cottage already seemed more welcoming that my last house. Probably because there's no abusive ass-hole here, I thought dryly. The next day, I fell off the sofa with a thump. I brushed my hands through my glossy hair, pulled on another pair of black jeans, some white converse and a plain red shirt. I was eager to start exploring my newfound freedom. I looked at my features in the broken piece of mirror I had brought with me. My green eyes now had a fire to them that hadn't been there before. I had a small nose and strong cheekbones and my fringe came down to my rounded chin. I really needed to get it cut. I pushed myself up from the floor and decided that as it was light outside, and it wasn't too cold, I'd walk in my human form. Outside, it looked the same as it had last night. An expanse of humongous trees towered overhead, they looked like pine trees, but there was no way for me to be sure. I wasn't an expert on trees. The mud was considerably drier than the night before and I could now hear the sounds of nature with my heightened senses. As I walked, I thought. I was finally free; I could officially do what I wanted. I hadn't actually graduated school, but I'd taken my exams and gotten good results. Maybe the best thing for me to was to hide myself in a human settlement and ignore the werewolf world. I didn't want to be surrounded by their savage and cruel ways; their thirst for blood and revenge. The thing that worried me the most, though, was finding a mate. I thought the whole concept of a mate was a bit sexist. The she-wolf had to move in with the male-wolf, who was instantly more protective and possessive over her; females could defend themselves perfectly well, tha
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My hands shook as I rammed all my essentials into the tight, black backpack that I had. He'd gone too far this time. My guardian had stumbled home drunk, cursing at me, threatening all sorts of things. Of course, him being a Beta - even though he'd left his pack, taking me with him, he still held the title - really didn't help me. He was much stronger than me, and when he'd tried to force himself on me, I couldn't push him off. Luckily, he'd passed out before he'd managed to unbuckle his pants, but still, I wasn't going to risk that again, the pain, the anger and the unmistakable fear. The gut-wrenching feeling that he was going to take away the one thing I still had left; my innocence. I left the house at a run, the bright moon shone down on my black hair, I loved the black jeans and Fall Out Boy shirt I had on, but I knew that if I wanted to be out of Locksley before dawn, then I had to hurry. I felt my blood move, my bones shift and suddenly I was on four paws, not two feet. I hoisted my backpack onto my back and tore through the forest behind the village at a treacherous speed. In a way, I was thankful that I wasn't in a pack; I wouldn't be tracked, and from the stories I'd heard, and the things I'd witnessed, I never wanted a pack. Or a mate. The stars guided me, the moon gave me the light and the huge trees, that touched the sky, offered me shelter. My paws dug into the soft mud, my heart and soul felt blissful at being able to run free in wolf form. I was a black wolf - the colour of my hair - with a few lighter patches here and there. My wolf colour wasn't uncommon, and I was grateful. About two hours after I'd left, I found my destination. For now. I'd always known that out here - wherever 'out here' was - there was a tiny one room cottage. It would tide me over until I moved elsewhere. My bones expanded as I shifted back, the shift wasn't painful anymore and I stretched my muscles out as I opened the door, there was no key, but there was a lock that I would be using tonight. I lit the candle in the corner of the room. There was a mini fridge hooked up to a generator, a small radio on the wooden coffee table and a rather large sofa that dominated most of the room. I walked over to the one solitary window and closed the floral-patterned curtains. The floor was a darker oak wood, and the walls were a lighter wood. It would suffice. For now. The cottage already seemed more welcoming that my last house. Probably because there's no abusive ass-hole here, I thought dryly. The next day, I fell off the sofa with a thump. I brushed my hands through my glossy hair, pulled on another pair of black jeans, some white converse and a plain red shirt. I was eager to start exploring my newfound freedom. I looked at my features in the broken piece of mirror I had brought with me. My green eyes now had a fire to them that hadn't been there before. I had a small nose and strong cheekbones and my fringe came down to my rounded chin. I really needed to get it cut. I pushed myself up from the floor and decided that as it was light outside, and it wasn't too cold, I'd walk in my human form. Outside, it looked the same as it had last night. An expanse of humongous trees towered overhead, they looked like pine trees, but there was no way for me to be sure. I wasn't an expert on trees. The mud was considerably drier than the night before and I could now hear the sounds of nature with my heightened senses. As I walked, I thought. I was finally free; I could officially do what I wanted. I hadn't actually graduated school, but I'd taken my exams and gotten good results. Maybe the best thing for me to was to hide myself in a human settlement and ignore the werewolf world. I didn't want to be surrounded by their savage and cruel ways; their thirst for blood and revenge. The thing that worried me the most, though, was finding a mate. I thought the whole concept of a mate was a bit sexist. The she-wolf had to move in with the male-wolf, who was instantly more protective and possessive over her; females could defend themselves perfectly well, tha
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My hands shook as I rammed all my essentials into the tight, black backpack that I had. He'd gone too far this time. My guardian had stumbled home drunk, cursing at me, threatening all sorts of things. Of course, him being a Beta - even though he'd left his pack, taking me with him, he still held the title - really didn't help me. He was much stronger than me, and when he'd tried to force himself on me, I couldn't push him off. Luckily, he'd passed out before he'd managed to unbuckle his pants, but still, I wasn't going to risk that again, the pain, the anger and the unmistakable fear. The gut-wrenching feeling that he was going to take away the one thing I still had left; my innocence. I left the house at a run, the bright moon shone down on my black hair, I loved the black jeans and Fall Out Boy shirt I had on, but I knew that if I wanted to be out of Locksley before dawn, then I had to hurry. I felt my blood move, my bones shift and suddenly I was on four paws, not two feet. I hoisted my backpack onto my back and tore through the forest behind the village at a treacherous speed. In a way, I was thankful that I wasn't in a pack; I wouldn't be tracked, and from the stories I'd heard, and the things I'd witnessed, I never wanted a pack. Or a mate. The stars guided me, the moon gave me the light and the huge trees, that touched the sky, offered me shelter. My paws dug into the soft mud, my heart and soul felt blissful at being able to run free in wolf form. I was a black wolf - the colour of my hair - with a few lighter patches here and there. My wolf colour wasn't uncommon, and I was grateful. About two hours after I'd left, I found my destination. For now. I'd always known that out here - wherever 'out here' was - there was a tiny one room cottage. It would tide me over until I moved elsewhere. My bones expanded as I shifted back, the shift wasn't painful anymore and I stretched my muscles out as I opened the door, there was no key, but there was a lock that I would be using tonight. I lit the candle in the corner of the room. There was a mini fridge hooked up to a generator, a small radio on the wooden coffee table and a rather large sofa that dominated most of the room. I walked over to the one solitary window and closed the floral-patterned curtains. The floor was a darker oak wood, and the walls were a lighter wood. It would suffice. For now. The cottage already seemed more welcoming that my last house. Probably because there's no abusive ass-hole here, I thought dryly. The next day, I fell off the sofa with a thump. I brushed my hands through my glossy hair, pulled on another pair of black jeans, some white converse and a plain red shirt. I was eager to start exploring my newfound freedom. I looked at my features in the broken piece of mirror I had brought with me. My green eyes now had a fire to them that hadn't been there before. I had a small nose and strong cheekbones and my fringe came down to my rounded chin. I really needed to get it cut. I pushed myself up from the floor and decided that as it was light outside, and it wasn't too cold, I'd walk in my human form. Outside, it looked the same as it had last night. An expanse of humongous trees towered overhead, they looked like pine trees, but there was no way for me to be sure. I wasn't an expert on trees. The mud was considerably drier than the night before and I could now hear the sounds of nature with my heightened senses. As I walked, I thought. I was finally free; I could officially do what I wanted. I hadn't actually graduated school, but I'd taken my exams and gotten good results. Maybe the best thing for me to was to hide myself in a human settlement and ignore the werewolf world. I didn't want to be surrounded by their savage and cruel ways; their thirst for blood and revenge. The thing that worried me the most, though, was finding a mate. I thought the whole concept of a mate was a bit sexist. The she-wolf had to move in with the male-wolf, who was instantly more protective and possessive over her; females could defend themselves perfectly well, tha
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My hands shook as I rammed all my essentials into the tight, black backpack that I had. He'd gone too far this time. My guardian had stumbled home drunk, cursing at me, threatening all sorts of things. Of course, him being a Beta - even though he'd left his pack, taking me with him, he still held the title - really didn't help me. He was much stronger than me, and when he'd tried to force himself on me, I couldn't push him off. Luckily, he'd passed out before he'd managed to unbuckle his pants, but still, I wasn't going to risk that again, the pain, the anger and the unmistakable fear. The gut-wrenching feeling that he was going to take away the one thing I still had left; my innocence. I left the house at a run, the bright moon shone down on my black hair, I loved the black jeans and Fall Out Boy shirt I had on, but I knew that if I wanted to be out of Locksley before dawn, then I had to hurry. I felt my blood move, my bones shift and suddenly I was on four paws, not two feet. I hoisted my backpack onto my back and tore through the forest behind the village at a treacherous speed. In a way, I was thankful that I wasn't in a pack; I wouldn't be tracked, and from the stories I'd heard, and the things I'd witnessed, I never wanted a pack. Or a mate. The stars guided me, the moon gave me the light and the huge trees, that touched the sky, offered me shelter. My paws dug into the soft mud, my heart and soul felt blissful at being able to run free in wolf form. I was a black wolf - the colour of my hair - with a few lighter patches here and there. My wolf colour wasn't uncommon, and I was grateful. About two hours after I'd left, I found my destination. For now. I'd always known that out here - wherever 'out here' was - there was a tiny one room cottage. It would tide me over until I moved elsewhere. My bones expanded as I shifted back, the shift wasn't painful anymore and I stretched my muscles out as I opened the door, there was no key, but there was a lock that I would be using tonight. I lit the candle in the corner of the room. There was a mini fridge hooked up to a generator, a small radio on the wooden coffee table and a rather large sofa that dominated most of the room. I walked over to the one solitary window and closed the floral-patterned curtains. The floor was a darker oak wood, and the walls were a lighter wood. It would suffice. For now. The cottage already seemed more welcoming that my last house. Probably because there's no abusive ass-hole here, I thought dryly. The next day, I fell off the sofa with a thump. I brushed my hands through my glossy hair, pulled on another pair of black jeans, some white converse and a plain red shirt. I was eager to start exploring my newfound freedom. I looked at my features in the broken piece of mirror I had brought with me. My green eyes now had a fire to them that hadn't been there before. I had a small nose and strong cheekbones and my fringe came down to my rounded chin. I really needed to get it cut. I pushed myself up from the floor and decided that as it was light outside, and it wasn't too cold, I'd walk in my human form. Outside, it looked the same as it had last night. An expanse of humongous trees towered overhead, they looked like pine trees, but there was no way for me to be sure. I wasn't an expert on trees. The mud was considerably drier than the night before and I could now hear the sounds of nature with my heightened senses. As I walked, I thought. I was finally free; I could officially do what I wanted. I hadn't actually graduated school, but I'd taken my exams and gotten good results. Maybe the best thing for me to was to hide myself in a human settlement and ignore the werewolf world. I didn't want to be surrounded by their savage and cruel ways; their thirst for blood and revenge. The thing that worried me the most, though, was finding a mate. I thought the whole concept of a mate was a bit sexist. The she-wolf had to move in with the male-wolf, who was instantly more protective and possessive over her; females could defend themselves perfectly well, tha
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Australian Dream: Every time my friends ask me how I got to Australia, I always jokingly reply, “nag-eroplano!” (I took an airplane). Well, it’s true, but it wasn’t that easy. I was 26 then, broke, and jobless. Worse, I had broken up with an ex, and was living at my parents' house again. I was asking 50Php everyday for my mobile credit and to chip in to drink a local gin. I was babysitting my newborn nephew then during the day and getting wasted at night. My siblings fed me every time I visited their homes without asking anything in return. I was a mess — with my unkempt hair and alcohol breath, you’d know I was having a hard time. It felt like I was having a quarter-life crisis. Then I realised, perhaps karma hit me, and quite strongly, to be honest. I was too proud when I was at the peak of my young and blooming career. I was quite showy and braggy then, and the worst part was, I didn’t share much my blessings with my family. So, after learning those life lessons, I started to recollect myself. I presented a concrete plan to my parents so they would entrust their retirement fund for my Australian dream. When we raised enough fund from pooling all our family’s resources and borrowing some money from our relatives, I pursued my plan of moving to Sydney. While I was processing my visa application and waiting for its approval, three bad omens happened to me: I was hospitalised due to dengue fever (Mama paid for it), had a motorbike accident (self-treated my big blister on my left lower leg), and I got punched on the face by some random guy in the middle of the night, which left a black eye and numbness on my right face and upper lip then (I didn’t go to the doctor even though a big haematoma came out from my nose). We have a superstitious belief that if a major life event is about to happen, bad omens also happen. And those, I think, were mine. After all those pre-departure shenanigans, I finally received my student visa and booked a one-way ticket to Sydney. With 170AUD in my pocket that my Papa emotionally gave me, I flew to Sydney. It was around 10PM on the 6th of November, 2011 when I first set foot on The Land Down Under. I was full of hopes, motivations, worries and excitement. I lived with my cousins for free and started looking for a job. It was really difficult, but somehow, my experience living in Egypt helped me adapt faster in my new environment. Also, I knew that if ever I would go short in my finances, or I’d be needing anything, my cousins would help me. Eventually, I needed to move out from my cousins' house and to manage my life by myself. My budget got even tighter so I had to juggle two to three jobs to save up for my tuition and daily expenses. I worked as a kitchen helper in a seafood restaurant and an all-rounder boy of my manager. I also worked in an engineering factory operating machines and doing some greasy jobs. Apart from that, I began working as a carer in a nursing home, and did a sideline of injecting glutathione for a friend in exchange for some cash. I also helped in the bakery that my former flatmate owned to get a cheaper rent. Really, I’d do almost anything back then for money. In fact, I worked on my birthday, Christmas, New Year, and all other holidays. To even save more, I cut my meal allowance down to nearly zero. Most of my expenses, like rent and transportation, were fixed so only my budget for food could be altered. I remember having a 90-cent canned tuna and rice as my main meal. I also ate for free in the seafood restaurant whenever I was working. I even befriended the kitchen staff in the nursing home to have some spare meal. And whenever I visited my cousins and friends here, they always packed some dishes for me to take home. I also remember how my UniFriends and I used to share our lunches and chipped-in for cheaper Tuesday meal deals. And every time I would go out for drinks with my friends, I was a freeloader. I will also not forget the first time I burst into tears when I moved here. I was on break in my kitchen hand job when I rang my family back home. I w
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This must not be true! Her back was against the soft big bed, and the transparent mesh was as thin as a cicada wing, covering only the important parts. Alice Bakes struggled a few times, and her pain came from her wrist. Not long ago, she was still celebrating her birthday with her classmates at KTV. Then a waiter came in, telling her somebody was looking for her and wanted to surprise her. She thought it was a gift from a friend, but she did not expect her to be invited into the luxury car by several strong men in black. When she realized that she had been kidnapped, she began to struggle. In the end, a handkerchief with a fragrant incense covered her mouth. Then, she knew nothing. When she thought about this, Alice could not help but shiver. A cold sensation rose from her back. She started to look around uneasily. Luxurious bedrooms, each of them worth a price. The veil was light and the large empty room was even more weird because of the silence! ''Hello ... is anyone?'' Alice wanted to call for help, but only a weak, broken voice came out of her throat. She was shocked by her body"s strangeness. It was really hot! The strange heat flowed inside her body. A thin layer of sweat had leaked out of her skin, and she felt her brain faint. Her limbs were soft and weak as if she was drunk. At this moment, the door suddenly opened. With a snoring, Alice trembled as she heard the urgent and noisy footsteps. The shadows shook as several servants-like women walked over. They quickly opened her handcuffs and straps, and tore her nets, which she could not cover. ''Save me…'' Alice said, but she heard a shriek. The servant did not seem to hear her voice, dimmed the lights, covered her with a thin blanket and quickly left the room. ''Don"t go!'' Alice’s powerless body propped up. Alice almost sat up with all her strength and panted against the soft bed. The door was suddenly pushed open. She thought that the servants had returned, but several men in black showed up. They respectfully stood in two rows to welcome the young man who appeared in the end. The man walked to the bed with his elegant steps, his tall and straight body, and that powerful and cold atmosphere instantly filled the entire bedroom, giving him a sense of oppression. ''Is it her?'' The man said, his voice low and slightly unhappy. ''Yes, Young Master, the Lord personally picked it for you. It must be the best one for you.'' The man stared at the person on the bed for a few seconds and said, ''Are you an adult?'' The middle-aged man behind him quietly wiped his forehead and said, ''Young Master, today is her 18th birthday.'' The man was silent! After a while, he waved his hand. After everyone respectfully saluted, they left the room again. Alice’s eyes were blurred. She shook her head and wanted to see the man"s appearance. But the shadow hit her, her petite and weak body, instantly fell into a generous embrace. Before she could react, her nose was filled with a good masculine smell. Next morning. Alice woke up with a splitting headache. Not only did she have a headache, her body felt like she had been run over by a car. She opened her eyes and looked at the strange room in front of her. She was a little confused. She thought about it. Everything from last night flooded her mind. ''My God!'' Alice exclaimed as she sat up and stood up. Her soreness became clearer, causing her to almost fall back onto the bed. She shook her hands and opened the blanket. The blood on the pure white sheet had turned dark brown! At this moment, Alice felt that her mind was blank, and her strength was instantly pulled away. No matter how dare she did not believe it, it was true that she had been made stronger last night. What should I do? What should I do? Alice buried her face in frustration in frustration, and the aftertaste of love came out of her nose. She clearly reminded her of everything last night, and her panic and terror floated on her pale face. Calm down! Be sure to calm down! Alice sat on the bed, covered her face with her hands, closed her eyes, and thought fast. First of a
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My hands shook as I rammed all my essentials into the tight, black backpack that I had. He'd gone too far this time. My guardian had stumbled home drunk, cursing at me, threatening all sorts of things. Of course, him being a Beta - even though he'd left his pack, taking me with him, he still held the title - really didn't help me. He was much stronger than me, and when he'd tried to force himself on me, I couldn't push him off. Luckily, he'd passed out before he'd managed to unbuckle his pants, but still, I wasn't going to risk that again, the pain, the anger and the unmistakable fear. The gut-wrenching feeling that he was going to take away the one thing I still had left; my innocence. I left the house at a run, the bright moon shone down on my black hair, I loved the black jeans and Fall Out Boy shirt I had on, but I knew that if I wanted to be out of Locksley before dawn, then I had to hurry. I felt my blood move, my bones shift and suddenly I was on four paws, not two feet. I hoisted my backpack onto my back and tore through the forest behind the village at a treacherous speed. In a way, I was thankful that I wasn't in a pack; I wouldn't be tracked, and from the stories I'd heard, and the things I'd witnessed, I never wanted a pack. Or a mate. The stars guided me, the moon gave me the light and the huge trees, that touched the sky, offered me shelter. My paws dug into the soft mud, my heart and soul felt blissful at being able to run free in wolf form. I was a black wolf - the colour of my hair - with a few lighter patches here and there. My wolf colour wasn't uncommon, and I was grateful. About two hours after I'd left, I found my destination. For now. I'd always known that out here - wherever 'out here' was - there was a tiny one room cottage. It would tide me over until I moved elsewhere. My bones expanded as I shifted back, the shift wasn't painful anymore and I stretched my muscles out as I opened the door, there was no key, but there was a lock that I would be using tonight. I lit the candle in the corner of the room. There was a mini fridge hooked up to a generator, a small radio on the wooden coffee table and a rather large sofa that dominated most of the room. I walked over to the one solitary window and closed the floral-patterned curtains. The floor was a darker oak wood, and the walls were a lighter wood. It would suffice. For now. The cottage already seemed more welcoming that my last house. Probably because there's no abusive ass-hole here, I thought dryly. The next day, I fell off the sofa with a thump. I brushed my hands through my glossy hair, pulled on another pair of black jeans, some white converse and a plain red shirt. I was eager to start exploring my newfound freedom. I looked at my features in the broken piece of mirror I had brought with me. My green eyes now had a fire to them that hadn't been there before. I had a small nose and strong cheekbones and my fringe came down to my rounded chin. I really needed to get it cut. I pushed myself up from the floor and decided that as it was light outside, and it wasn't too cold, I'd walk in my human form. Outside, it looked the same as it had last night. An expanse of humongous trees towered overhead, they looked like pine trees, but there was no way for me to be sure. I wasn't an expert on trees. The mud was considerably drier than the night before and I could now hear the sounds of nature with my heightened senses. As I walked, I thought. I was finally free; I could officially do what I wanted. I hadn't actually graduated school, but I'd taken my exams and gotten good results. Maybe the best thing for me to was to hide myself in a human settlement and ignore the werewolf world. I didn't want to be surrounded by their savage and cruel ways; their thirst for blood and revenge. The thing that worried me the most, though, was finding a mate. I thought the whole concept of a mate was a bit sexist. The she-wolf had to move in with the male-wolf, who was instantly more protective and possessive over her; females could defend themselves perfectly well, tha
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My hands shook as I rammed all my essentials into the tight, black backpack that I had. He'd gone too far this time. My guardian had stumbled home drunk, cursing at me, threatening all sorts of things. Of course, him being a Beta - even though he'd left his pack, taking me with him, he still held the title - really didn't help me. He was much stronger than me, and when he'd tried to force himself on me, I couldn't push him off. Luckily, he'd passed out before he'd managed to unbuckle his pants, but still, I wasn't going to risk that again, the pain, the anger and the unmistakable fear. The gut-wrenching feeling that he was going to take away the one thing I still had left; my innocence. I left the house at a run, the bright moon shone down on my black hair, I loved the black jeans and Fall Out Boy shirt I had on, but I knew that if I wanted to be out of Locksley before dawn, then I had to hurry. I felt my blood move, my bones shift and suddenly I was on four paws, not two feet. I hoisted my backpack onto my back and tore through the forest behind the village at a treacherous speed. In a way, I was thankful that I wasn't in a pack; I wouldn't be tracked, and from the stories I'd heard, and the things I'd witnessed, I never wanted a pack. Or a mate. The stars guided me, the moon gave me the light and the huge trees, that touched the sky, offered me shelter. My paws dug into the soft mud, my heart and soul felt blissful at being able to run free in wolf form. I was a black wolf - the colour of my hair - with a few lighter patches here and there. My wolf colour wasn't uncommon, and I was grateful. About two hours after I'd left, I found my destination. For now. I'd always known that out here - wherever 'out here' was - there was a tiny one room cottage. It would tide me over until I moved elsewhere. My bones expanded as I shifted back, the shift wasn't painful anymore and I stretched my muscles out as I opened the door, there was no key, but there was a lock that I would be using tonight. I lit the candle in the corner of the room. There was a mini fridge hooked up to a generator, a small radio on the wooden coffee table and a rather large sofa that dominated most of the room. I walked over to the one solitary window and closed the floral-patterned curtains. The floor was a darker oak wood, and the walls were a lighter wood. It would suffice. For now. The cottage already seemed more welcoming that my last house. Probably because there's no abusive ass-hole here, I thought dryly. The next day, I fell off the sofa with a thump. I brushed my hands through my glossy hair, pulled on another pair of black jeans, some white converse and a plain red shirt. I was eager to start exploring my newfound freedom. I looked at my features in the broken piece of mirror I had brought with me. My green eyes now had a fire to them that hadn't been there before. I had a small nose and strong cheekbones and my fringe came down to my rounded chin. I really needed to get it cut. I pushed myself up from the floor and decided that as it was light outside, and it wasn't too cold, I'd walk in my human form. Outside, it looked the same as it had last night. An expanse of humongous trees towered overhead, they looked like pine trees, but there was no way for me to be sure. I wasn't an expert on trees. The mud was considerably drier than the night before and I could now hear the sounds of nature with my heightened senses. As I walked, I thought. I was finally free; I could officially do what I wanted. I hadn't actually graduated school, but I'd taken my exams and gotten good results. Maybe the best thing for me to was to hide myself in a human settlement and ignore the werewolf world. I didn't want to be surrounded by their savage and cruel ways; their thirst for blood and revenge. The thing that worried me the most, though, was finding a mate. I thought the whole concept of a mate was a bit sexist. The she-wolf had to move in with the male-wolf, who was instantly more protective and possessive over her; females could defend themselves perfectly well, tha
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I opened the door and wandered into my bedroom, where I collided with a hard chest. I screamed. Or tried to. A strong hand slammed down over my mouth to smoother my cries. I attempted my knee smash, but was blocked before I could even finish the thought, much less execute the move. The intruder picked me up and tossed me on my bed. My memory foam mattress contoured itself around the shape of my butt. “You telegraph way too much,” a smooth voice said to me. Backyard guy was back. Ignoring the decadent images that his voice conjured up, I shoved my hand into the Doritos bag which contained about 237% salt, crawled to the edge of the bed, and threw the crumbs in the demon’s face. “Burn!” The demon glared at me as he wiped orange dust off his cheeks and sweater. “This is cashmere,” he said, frowning at the deep blue fabric. I scrambled to my feet, holding the bag out in front of me like a cross. Which, incidentally, did nothing against demons. And since vampires didn’t exist, did nothing against them either. Some demon happened to get its kicks feeding from the neck and suddenly everyone was rushing in with garlic and stakes looking to take down Count Dracula. Those who weren’t romanticizing them as life partners, that is. “There is enough salt in this bag to blister you back to your evil dimension.” Smirking, I batted my lashes at him. “Feel free to be scared.” He swiped the bag out of my hands, tossing it into the trash behind him. “A, if you’re gonna eat chips, at least eat decent ones. B, not a demon. And C,” he said, reading my baby doll tee, “love the outfit, Nava.” I scowled at him. “You are absolutely a demon.” He pulled out my desk chair, turned it around with a snap of his wrists, and straddled it. “Why?” “For starters, I never told you my name. Probably got it from the demon phone tree that went out about me.” He grinned at me, flashing toothpaste-ad-perfect, even, white teeth. “I’m not on the list. Any other proof you want to dazzle me with?” How about the fact that his grin made Josh’s seem like a neutered puppy’s and Josh was a lust demon. Half-demon. Which made this guy full-evil status. “You broke into my bedroom and are holding me hostage.” With your incredible looks. Damn. Why not roll over already, idiot girl? I hadn’t been able to scope out his body in detail on our previous two encounters, but now, under proper lighting, I could tell he’d be nicely cut under that sweater that molded to him like a second skin. Underwear model nice and not the low rent, flyer-insert kind either. One of those glorious torsos caught in haunting black and white by Herb Ritts, the stark white of his briefs throwing his generous package into sharp relief. Then there was his face. If it hadn’t been for the slight bent of his nose, indicating it had been broken, his South Asian beauty would have been too painful and/or depressing to look at. Killer cheekbones, firm chin, gorgeous brown skin and lips that were created to do bad, bad, wonderful things. It was going to be a crime against humanity to kill him. I leaned in toward the slight breeze drifting in through my open window, refusing to fan myself in front of him. He sat there under my scrutiny, totally comfortable. A sign of excess confidence and further proof of evil. Though the more I stared at him, the more I got a niggling feeling that I knew him. “Did we ever…” I made a fist and pumped away in a back and forth motion. Amusement lit his amber eyes. “I was the lead singer of Fugue State Five.” He smirked, saying the words as if obviously I’d heard of them. Fair enough. Rohan Mitra had been the broody frontman whose so sensitive lyrics and rough growl singing voice induced mass hysteria at concerts world-wide. It was rumored he’d averted an oil crisis with a personal visit to a Sheik’s daughter. Watching the beautiful jerk now, I believed it. “Oh my God!” I squealed. “Your mom is Maya Mitra. I love her!” “My mom.” The smirk vanished. The words tripped out of my mouth, I was so psyched to be one degree of separation away from this woman. “Punk
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I sometimes wonder what my neighbors must think of me – the blue-haired tattooed woman pacing a circle around her yard, burned and bloody. It’s a miracle no one calls the cops. But then I remember the illusion charm I put on the four points of the retaining wall when I moved in four years ago. They don’t see me broken and bloody at all. They also get the impression I don’t want visitors. Hiding is a lonely life indeed. “I hate to break it to you, but you’re going to have to come inside at some point,” Striker insists at my back as I complete my tenth pass of warding my house and property. Yeah, I’m acting like a nut job, but Striker didn’t see what he put in my head. He didn’t relive the worst moment of his life at the whim of a psychopath. His mind wasn’t invaded and defiled. I shudder and wipe my nose. It comes away red, but I don’t have the luxury of stopping. Not now, maybe not ever. Keep reading Woman of Blood and Bone today for FREE with Kindle Unlimited!
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