I'm mortified.Each piece of paper glares at me, my own eyes staring into my soul. No one has ever done anything like this, that I know of, in my long years. People paint pictures of me and hang them in churches to support their beliefs, but nothing ever so...personal. There is nothing in the way I'm portrayed here that would suggest a loyal follower. Here I'm hardly even modest."I can explain," Damon says lowly, his tone steady. I tear my case away toward him, anger bubbling up within me. How dare he make these. How dare he appear to me like anything other than a helpful acquaintance who only wants freedom from me. Not...whatever this is."Take me back, to my mate. You can explain in front of him," I say softly, turning to face him, not bothered as the paper crumples beneath my feet.None of this is right.Damon's jaw clenches, turning his back to me. Wordlessly, I follow him back through the small, secret exit, emerging back into the library. I breathe in the familiarity, the other
Sound buzzes persistently in my ear.My head is spinning, a sour taste on my tongue. All I can register is heat, beating down relentlessly upon my back, right through whatever sheer outfit I must be wearing. My face is pressed against dirt...or maybe that's sand. It's burning hot, whatever it is, it coats the inside of my mouth, turning it uncomfortably dry, only accelerating my thirst.Memories flood into my mind all at once, making me wince. I'm not exactly sure where I am, as that was never a part of the plan. All I know is I'm no longer with the Moon, but on immortal soil.We executed the plan what felt like days ago, but was only seconds. We got everyone together, they harnessed their magic, and here I am, Hermione, having taken my place. The magic still vibrates through me, my own having been stilled to the point I doubt it works anymore.I force myself to look up.I'm in a desert. Red sand slopes up and down for miles, glimmering with golden specks under the relentless sunlight
Damon. That fool. He must have gone out to get us food and failed. There's blood seeping from a crimson wound on his head, staining his white hair an ominous color. My throat turns dry, as the weight of the situation falls upon my shoulders.How am I going to save Damon without any of my power?There’s no remedy to this situation that comes to mind. Damon is set in front of me, utterly unconscious. Two of the girls linger around, waiting for me to summon powers from within me that don't currently exist. But I have to save Damon. I need to heal him because, without him, I don't know how I will survive down here. Maybe I can heal him with what knowledge of the body I have, but I'm doubtful that will do anything. "I can't, I'm not lying. Please, you need to get him a doctor otherwise he will die," I beg, feeling a cry rise in my throat. I refuse to let it spill out, but it pushes at me, threatening to burst out at any moment. I let that fuel me, to get me angry. Maybe I can get out of
Days have passed, and I'm starting to feel more comfortable.Shinee has been suspiciously respectful, or at least that's what Damon thinks. He has been cautious ever since arriving in Shinee's home, which I can't blame him for. He's in the presence of a very powerful man with no powers at all, and no mate bond to protect him. Even if I don't know Shinee's motive yet, if he even has one, I know it's unlikely he will hurt me, considering I'm his mate.We sit eating breakfast, Damon absent like he always seems to be. If he didn't come knocking on my bedroom door every night before I sleep, I would be convinced he ran away. Shinee doesn't seem to be too bothered, though."So what's the plan now?" I ask him, chewing on the end of a strawberry. Shinee sits opposite me across the table, watching me eat but never touching anything but his tea.I've been keeping an eye on his habits.He has a rather simple lifestyle for someone who has the amount of power that he does. On the Moon, I always as
Damon has finished his magical light show as I approach.Stalking across Shinee's backyard toward where Damon stands, looking out to the mountains in the distance, dusted with snow, stars sprinkled above the peaks. Ignoring the dew soaking my bare feet as I walk, I concentrate on Damon's back, a million thoughts streaming through my head. What did I just witness? It was like a beam going up into the sky, like nothing I've ever seen before.He hears my approach, glancing over his shoulder before I even have a chance to come to a standing point behind him. For a split second, his eyes are milky, before he blinks, and the color vanishes. He knows I saw, but doesn't jump to defend himself."What are you?" I hear myself say, although the sound doesn't appear to belong to me. I can't tell if I'm frightened or not.Damon loosens a sigh. "Aidana, what are you doing out here-""Tell me what you are, Damon. Are you contacting the Moon?" I question, looking up into the night sky, wondering where
The next few days past at an excruciatingly slow pace.Shinee remains blissfully unaware of Damon's secret the whole time, treating me no differently. I, however, have felt nothing but a growing pit in my stomach, as I try to wrap my head around what Damon is. The Moon. I still find it hard to believe him, but after all he told me, I'm not about to question him. If his threat about Shinee is real, I'm not saying a word.But what he told me has brought an itching curiosity to the surface. Damon mentioned how powerful Shinee is, but I have yet to see him bring up any of these abilities in front of me recently.. And I know he won't, to try not to scare me.Today, however, will be different. I'm going to test him.Evening has officially settled over the estate, and like clockwork, everyone returns to their rooms. On the way to my bedroom, I stop by Shinee's, his door ajar, so I knock on the doorframe.Shinee is lounging on his bed, reading something. Hearing my knock, he glances up at me
by Ethan Choi His name is Thorran Savage although he preferred to be called by one syllable nickname “Thor”. Yes, just like the God of Thunder, he’s our god. We call him our god because we had no other choice. Thor is the strongest of the strongest hence there is no comparable word other than god. In all honesty, I’ve never been fond of him. I’ve never met him but it’s crazy to see how adeptly he paved our lives for us without even knowing our existence. If I could be blunt, I could even say that I hated him my whole life. After all, he was the sole reason why every one of us must be removed from our family callously to attend boarding school until the age of eighteen. It’s compulsory, he declared. It was also compulsory to attend further education until we obtained a useful job like doctor or lawyer. Of course that rule didn’t apply for misfits. What happen to those? They were shipped off to manually train to be nothing more than security guards. Shipped off to provide security f
I'm not an easily intimidated girl. Never have been. But no one has induce a cold chill across the surface of my skin like the woman in front of me. Her eyes are a steely, intense hazel. Usually hazel is a warm, inviting colour. Not in this case. Her dark hair is pulled away from her face, revealing the sharp facial structure created by her jaw and her cheekbones. I don't know what hole she crawled out of, but it's clearly a very immaculate one. "Is your name Aerys Maria Sinclair?" she asks coolly. Her accent is Discipline Pack bred, but there is something about her that seems unnervingly unfamiliar. Foreign. I reach for the cool I keep deep within me. "Who's asking?' Ignoring the sharp glare Mistress Thatcher shoots me from the corner of my eye, I continue to smile sweetly. She returns my smile tightly, lacing her fingers together. "You may refer to me as Miss Tilsbury," she tells me. Her tone is no nonsense. Miss Tilsbury it is, I suppose. "I am a representative for a corporatio