I gaped at the sight of an 8 feet tall creature standing a few feet away from the car. It had dark scales resembling that of a fish. The scales would rise and fall showing red skin underneath from time to time. It looked as if it was breathing but it already had two nostrils with spiky whiskers on the side of its face.
“Is that a dragon,” I asked scared.
“Drakon,” Henry said breathlessly.
“Why did you say it like that,” I hurriedly asked nothing just tone.
“Drakons, are bloodthirsty. They kill and kill until there is no one left,” he said with difficulty, his breath struggling to come outright.
Another scream turned o
I loved this chapter. Anyone else loving this drakon?
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
The four of us had grown close over the last couple of days. We exchanged numbers and Frost created a group chat. I admit that I was liking it too much and it was indeed going to my head. I hoped my mom wasn't thinking about moving again. Our situation was still a bit difficult with her working in the city and with me going to school in White Lake. There was also the fact that we rarely saw each other and our relationship was slowly going down a slippery slope. I sighed and started walking up the staircase, avoiding the teens showing public displays of affection. The hallways were just as crowded as the living room. It seemed like an entire school's population was in attendance. It was very strange to see rivalling factions dancing and talking and other means of socialisation. I entered a crowded hallway as I stepped off the last steps. I was instructed to take the second flight of stairs up to the third floor, which was basically empty. I glanced up from my phone to see two girls
I couldn't breathe. The world was spinning. Everyone was screaming. Inside was too loud. I was nauseous. A strangled sound came from my lips and I quickly covered my mouth as I felt the vomit rise in my throat. I had to get out. I had to get away. I stepped back gripping my stomach as I rushed to find an open door. I didn't stop moving–pushing against all the petrified bodies of fellow teenagers as they pushed towards the front door–until fresh air hit my face. I fell onto my hands and knees, unable to hold back the acidic burn that scarred my throat. A blue liquid formed a puddle underneath me. My body trembled as I stared at it. I felt weak, so weak that my body fell limp next to the puddle on the ground. My breathing quickened and my body felt paralyzed. A hot searing pain travelled up my skin and seemed to seep into my bones. Soon it felt as if my bones were being crushed…one by one. I wanted to scream. I wanted to cry but words or even just a sound refused to leave my lips. My