Olivera pulled herself up to her full height, forced her body to stand straight when her gut clenched and knotted. Her body felt different, more leaden, clumsy even. As she shifted onto the balls of her feet, she felt the tremors start. "You chose your fate, dead one. I was merely the instrument of justice." She stated.The heads were thrown back on the long, thin stick necks, and howls rent the air. Above them, birds lifted from the canopy, taking flight at the horrible cacophony of shrieks rising in volume. The sound jarred her body, making her insides turn to gel. A trick, she was certain. She knew in her heart her life was over. There were too many to kill-but she would take as many with her as possible to rid the world of such dangerous and immoral creatures. The mage must have found a way to resurrect the dead. She whispered the information in her head, needing her mother to send a warning to the prince that armies of the dead would be once again rising against them."You a
The jungle erupted into an explosion of sound as the two cats came together. Birds screamed and took to the air, high in the canopy above. Monkeys shrieked warnings and threw twigs and leaves down on the two jaguars as they rolled in the vegetation. Boughs broke beneath the heavy bodies, scattering debris into a thick cloud around them.Olivera pushed past the red rage in the cat’s mind and tried to find the spirit of the animal as she kept its lethal fangs from sinking into her. Jaguars possessed extremely flexible spines that allowed them to turn and twist, move their legs in lateral sideswipes, even change direction in midair. And the ropes of muscles all over their bodies gave them tremendous strength. She took another vicious rake on her side as she tried to focus on calming the cat. She pushed harder, breaking through the wall of rage and found-man. This was no jaguar. This was one of the rare and solitary jaguar-men who still made their homes in the rain forest. Her and the
Olivera backed off, not wanting to rouse the ire of the cat any further. The animal was shaking, fur wet and dark as its sides heaved. The man was beginning to lose the battle for control of the beast. "You have been touched by the vampire," She said, her voice low and carrying the ring of truth. "I can try to aid you to rid yourself of the poisonous influence, but it will fight to keep ahold of you." And it would leave her vulnerable to attack, perhaps even from the jaguar. It was a risk, not even a good one, but Olivera felt compelled to help. The jaguar species, both man and beast, was losing the battle for existence just as her specie was. Tied to the jaguar now by blood, she could feel his alarm. He was no young man, cocky and full of bravado; he was old enough to know the danger of the vampire, and he had been questioning what was happening among his kind for some time. The cat crouched low and nodded the broad head, the gaze shifting from him to their surroundings, as mindfu
Olivera woke up with a sense of dread churning in the pit of her stomach. She had just had a horrible dream, and the memory of it lingered like a dark cloud over her mind. As she lay in bed, trying to shake off the remnants of the dream, Olivera felt a wave of panic wash over her. Her chest tightened, making it hard to breathe, and she struggled to control the rising panic that threatened to overwhelm her. The dream had been vivid and unsettling, filled with images that made no sense to her. She tried to piece together the fragments of the dream, to understand its meaning, but it felt like trying to grasp at smoke. Vampires and what-nots. What was all that? What was the dream trying to convey to her? Her emotions were in turmoil, like a storm raging inside her. Fear, confusion, and a sense of foreboding mingled together, creating a tangled web of emotions that she couldn't untangle. She still remembered the words that she had exchanged with the jaguar man, Mezon. For some reason,
At Olivera’s cry for help, Vee slithered out of the ring that has never left her hand to stand by the bed side. Olivera let out a breath of relief and sat up on the bed. She stood thereafter and began to pace from one end of her room to the other.Vee said nothing. He just watched her, waiting for her to speak. After a bout of silence, Olivera slumped pitifully on a chair nearest to her bed. “I’m sure you are aware of what has been happening. I’m sure that you are aware why I haven’t called for your aid.” Vee nodded, and sat on the next chair, his hands folded on his lap. This moment, his hair was curled up in a latest fashion. Olivera couldn’t help the smile that perused her lips. “You styled your hair. Looks good.” Vee chuckled with a shrug of his shoulders. “I have to look good for my mistress.” Olivera waved him off, not finding it the appropriate time to tease the being that sometimes made her forget that he wasn’t actually human. She had missed him these past weeks. “Raul
Olivera told Vee about her dream absentmindedly, her thoughts were too filled with the knowledge that her wolf hated her. That for some reason, her wolf was different from the wolves of the others, the others that seemed in love with their human selves. Why was she always different? Olivera wondered. Why was her fate so cursed? What had she done to warrant the saucy attitude that her wolf had given her? Vee had tried to know what had happened, who had encroached her mind, but she had advertently switched the topic back to her terrifying dreams. She knew though that Vee wasn’t one to give up. He would come demanding an answer to his earlier question soon. Perhaps after the talk after the dream. “You said you had this dream before?” Vee was speaking now. He had taken a minute of silence after the narration to check his archives of knowledge and know the best response to give his mistress. “Yes, three times in the past two weeks.” A pause. “Then it is to be considered. Would you te
Olivera swallowed visibly. A vampire had been in her room. Sliver or not, it had been in her room. It had watched her sleep. Had the dream attracted it? Had the vampire somehow perceived that his plans were being revealed to a certain fellow, and had come to sniff the person out, to do away with the person before it gets exposed? Vee was right. She had to involve Raul and the others into this matter, seeing that it was way beyond her, and that the entire universe was involved too. Hearing the dread in Vee’s voice as he spoke, even though he tried to hide it, she could deduce that he was even scared of the vampires. She could deduct that the species were the most cunning of the supernatural species, and probably the most powerful. However, whilst speaking with Mezon in her dream, she remembered that she had talked about the plan to rule the world as if she had made the insane plan together with the vampires. She hadn’t told Vee about her involvement, not wanting to risk his suspic
Raul had awoken when Olivera had stirred awake in her room. Her muted cry for help had resonated through the bond and had aroused him from the sleep that had been plagued by Olivera in his bed without clothes, writhing under him. The boner-a constant feature in his life now-had died away when he had felt the terror that had swum over the mate bond. He had quickly donned a polo and a short for he usually slept naked, and ran out of the room. He had paused at the door for a second, to take a deep breath, not knowing what to expect in the room. Olivera had kept lying to his face for the past two weeks, and after she had butted him out of her mind those weeks ago, he had resolved not to attempt it again, believing that she would open up to him when she was ready. But he didn’t think he could wait any longer. This time he would have to force his way through even if it meant being in her bad books for a while longer. This was the third time she was waking up in terror the past two weeks