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
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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 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
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.
My life has never been my own. When I was 8 years old, I had an accident that split my family in two but it was already broken before that. My dad wasn't the best person or dad. He had a dangerous past that came for our family. My mom divorced him and then he just disappeared from our lives. I had an aunt that I met briefly and an uncle I never knew. Of course, I don't blame my mother but ever since I was 8, we have been constantly on the move. My mom didn't fancy me living alone and her work was very important to her. So we moved to White Lake. A big enough town that was split in two, to house an unofficial area called Black Pond. Let's just say, it was much like the parliament of small countries. One town with two opposing districts that constantly vie for dominance. On one side was the Privitels and on the other was the Vicisski. The districts were separated by a legendary bridge, on one side was water as black as night and the other was as white as limestone. No one knew the true
For the remainder of the day, I laid low. I avoided all well populated places and went to and fro my different classes without further complaints. But eventually the final bell rang and I envied the students leaving with joy, though I could be at ease seeing that half of them would return for the game shortly. I left my class with everybody else but instead of going on through the front door, I stopped by the restroom. It was peaceful and quiet. In that moment, I felt like I could breathe freely with a hitch of anxiety creeping up on me. White Lake High knew what cleanliness meant. Every room was like my mother's wedding ring, sparkling and spotless. No she wasn't married to the man anymore but that didn't mean that she didn't still love him. He had impacted her life, a lot and positively and I'm grateful for his 50% of the gene pool that gave me hereditary grey eyes. I was born a mixed child, half black and half latino. Curls mixed with kinky hair gave me frazzled curls. I was a lit
I had a friend once, in middle school. It didn't last long however because we moved shortly after the friendship began, since then I've just decided to not make friends. It was easier that way. I stared down at my fingers hooked around that of the cheerleader who called herself Frost and I wondered...did somebody hit me on the head. "We're going to have so much fun," she squealed, leading me towards the parking lot of White Lake. The game ended a couple minutes ago and Black Pond was the victor, no surprise there. Honestly, I don't even know why they try. They didn't even score. Frost pulled me towards a really nice car. I didn't really know much about vehicles but it looked like a Porsche. I tugged on Frost's hand pulling her to a stop at the sound of hushed masculine voices. She folded her arms and walked around the car towards them. I followed sheepishly. One of the guys was the light skin green eyed guy that I had bumped into earlier and the other was a few inches shorter, skin
My Jamaican Aunt always said, "walk away from trouble if you can". Staring down at my chemistry homework, I decided to walk. I slammed the book shut and slid off my bed. My room was a gigantic mess. It was twice the size of a normal room, because it housed my studio. I was a part time model. It was nothing fancy but I had over 200,000 followers. No big deal, right. I had a classic tik toker set up: a camera, light on every inch of the room, a blank wall and some drapes and cushions. It was funny, because I didn't even use it. Talk about rich and privileged. I sighed, feeling displeased with myself. Modelling was not something that I saw myself doing but I saw the chance to take some pressure off my mom. She worked tirelessly to provide for me. I admittedly believed that if I could help her out financially, she would spend more time with me. I was a stupid 15 year old and her close friend, Jax, was getting a little salty with his hair after months of trying and failing to get his desi
The blurred greens with specs of brown painted a beautiful endless and unpredictable pattern as the yellow cab drove by. Driving smoothly along the asphalt driveway, the calm could have lulled me to sleep. It was funny how it was not the thought of being kidnapped or murdered that kept me distracted by the unfamiliar setting but instead it was the fact that my mother hadn't bothered to take me to this party. Of course, I didn't blame her for wanting to take care of her sister but...I was her daughter, her only child. Suddenly the sound of a car horn's continuous cries broke the silence. The taxi driver swerved out of the way just in time to let a huge jeep pass by. As the car went by one of the passengers pushed his upper body through an open window to flick off the taxi driver. "Idiot," I commented, just as a couple motorcyclists rounded the car following the jeep. I sighed and considered going back home as a pit fell into my stomach. "A word of advice, little lady," the taxi dri