Archer WildWhoa, someone is in trouble. Walking out of the room, I make my way with Oliver down to the basement to get some sort of workout in for the day. Wrapping my knuckles, I turn towards the bag and start to work my stress out of my body. This damn girl is going to drive me insane. I have lived on this earth for so long that I should be making the one that drives women crazy, but here I am tossing and turning over one little girl that has me so far out of the game, I can practically see my parents laughing at me beyond the grave. Even though I have dreamed of finding a mate, I was more worried about taking over for my dad, and becoming Mythical Alpha. Then Fletcher had to come in and ruin it, by practically wiping out my whole lineage. Fletcher has been on my trail for the last several hundred years. But the thing is, I don't know how he is doing it. For what I know, he is human. He should have died centuries ago. But, something on this earth keeps him alive and well. Taking
Maybell Smith Walking into town is a whole lot prettier when you have a roof over your head, and food constantly on the table. I never realized how beautiful the world can be when you have everything you need. Yeah, Paison and I do really well sometimes. But even with both of our jobs, mine being in a bar, his being at a fast food restaurant, we can't have a place to stay without putting out names on the lease. And that meant being caught by Fletcher. I never thought that this could be the place I would find someone to settle down with. Not that I'm actually settling down. With this threat spiraling over our heads, no one can actually become fully relaxed. Walking down the sidewalk, I see the mall at the other end and decide that I have nothing better to do right now. The mall is like your basic city mall. You have the food cart. The smells coming from there can have a grown man down on his knees to taste a bit. Over at the other end, is the theater. It is so big that you could fit
Archer WildGetting presents from the mall is something that shouldn't get overlooked. The mall is the main source of drama with everyone. Like the two kids at the food court fighting over a plate of orange chicken. I have a list of things that I want to get for the twins, like a new car and other things that they need just to be in my house. Having something that they could call theirs. It might brighten their mood towards me. Walking towards the other end of the mall, I see the theater in the distance and walk toward the brightly lit building that gives me a headache everytime. I see some movement in the alleyway, and look to see what is going on. I look over to see a young man and a woman struggling together. Something about seeing someone hurt a woman rubs me the wrong way. Walking toward them, I'm just in time to see him stick her with a needle and catch her falling into his arms.Running at full speed this time, I pull her away from him, and look down at the brown haired girl
Maybell Smith The dream that I had was weird. I swear, I just dreamed that my father showed up, and told me that he sold me out. Isn't that crazy. Blinking my eyes open, I stare at the ceiling and ponder what the hell happened. Especially because I have no clue how I got into this bed. Flinging myself upright, I look around at the familiar surroundings before me. The bedroom that Asher put me in when I got here, stund me into silence. I looked around, when all the memories came crashing back to me. Walking into the glorious mall. Smelling all the delicious smells in Bath and Body Works. Facing the person that had a hand in me being thrown out. Then, fighting the person that definitely did not have permission to touch me. All those things slap me in the face, when snoring brings me out of my head. Looking to my right, I see Asher sitting on a chair, with his top half on the bed. And this man is fast asleep. How the crap is he comfortable like this? Shaking him gently, he flings aw
Archer Wild. Well, that was a lot of information. The knowledge that I came to know today is sailing in the waters in my head. I would have never thought that a father could do this to their child. And what is wrong with Oliver? Looking at the man in question, he has the same expression on his face that mirrors mine. Paison, on the other hand, is looking like he wants to punch the wall. “Paison, you have to tell me everything that happened from the moment you stepped out of your childhood home.” His face then loses color and he looks down at his shoes and starts talking. Paison’s POV “What are we going to do?” The pain in Maybells voice brings me to my knees. Being six and living on your own is not the ideal situation at all. How could he, the rage that flows through my veins is blinding. Making me see a scarlet shade of red. “What we are going to do is something that is going to hurt, but we need to move forward. We have to move on from the one home that we know.” Where ar
Prologue Do you ever wonder what would happen if you changed one thing in your life? Year after year we make thousands of choices, and go down thousands of paths, only to end up in the same place, the dirt. So, why do we try? One choice after another, and suddenly I'm standing on the edge of a warehouse thinking about how it all started. Maybell Age 6 Walking past the door that would wake my parents up. I look towards the ceiling and make a silent prayer that the floor I'm walking on won’t squeak under my feet. Walking down the stairs of our sensible two story house was no picnic. Stair after stair squeaked when I stepped as lightly as I could. Making my way across the living room, I walked into the kitchen and opened the fridge. What to get, what to get. The decision was so obvious for me when my eyes landed on the chocolate ice cream sitting in the back, untouched, that my mother bought after work today. Grabbing it out of the fridge, I open the freezer and fill a cup with
Maybell Smith Mythicals- A rare bloodline that people inherit from God, Dalion, that he personally blessed with the ancient dragon spirit. It is given to those who have been close enough to touch the white veil. Although this information is well known, mythicals are still a mystery to the rest of civilization, if encountered, don’t stare into its gaze. HM, what bullshit. Slamming the book, I huff before pushing it away from me and stare at it while it joins the other books on the floor. I stand and stretch my legs that have been sitting under me for the past 2 hours. This library might be helpful at times, but comfort is definitely not one of its strong suites. Looking toward the entrance, I debate on breaking the promise I made Paison, and go out and get food by myself. Right as I think that, the devil himself walks in like he owns the damn place. Turning towards him, I get ready to scold him when I notice the face he is making. I almost think it’s a face he makes when he is c
Asher Wild Waking up with a blinding headache is not the way I wanted things to start this morning. I wake up most mornings early to let my beast roam the forest surrounding my house. However, something about today feels different. He is more on edge, like something is about to happen. That might be why it feels like there are multiple dragons pounding away in my head. Making my way to my bathroom, I make sure to drink a whole lot of water, to try and drown the assholes that have been stomping around in my brain. Brushing my teeth, I debate on whether I want to shower, or just put on extra deodorant and call it a day. Stomping down the hall, I walk into the room Oliver calls home, and get instantly disappointed that he is not there. Usually we meet here to work out in the gym downstairs together, but it seems like he decided to do that alone. Closing his door, I walk down the stairs. And debate on what I want for breakfast this morning. Deciding on simple toast, I grab the brea