I woke up to the sound of hushed voices, I opened my eyes to find my uncle Fredrick, my supposed real father, and both of my adoptive parents outside of the door of the bedroom I was laying in. I was shocked to find my mother and father here. Did they know about me all along? Did they know who or what I already was? The uncertainty on me is daunting, and I again start to question my entire life with them. I sit up, and the floor makes a noise as I move, and immediately, they stop talking with Shaemus. My mother looks into the room with a guarded expression on her face. Like she was just caught doing something that was supposed to be a secret. She fidgets and looks at me awkwardly. I arise from the bed and walk towards them; it is then I notice Tiffany and her mother are also there in the room. I stopped myself from approaching any further. The memory of Tiffany’s actions, and our conversation is still fresh in my mind. I really did not want to see them again. “Hello Pumpkin” my fath
My biological father looked at me with a mixture of sadness and anger at my words. “You were born to be his bride! Damn your mother for using Iscara to send you away!” Her real father muttered in anger“Who are you fucking talking about?” She inquired with a glare and her hand on her hipsThe old king her father looked at Ephany and Iscara, as well as her parents“you did not even tell her anything?! You let her grow up believing that is just a normal human?” he demanded.“She showed no signs of shifting so we did not think she should know” they told himThe old king looked concerned at perplexed “perhaps she is a late bloomer?” Velaria was looking very nervous and awkward, she was trying to sneak out of the room when her uncle Fredrick blocked her path and gave her a questioning look. She looked around the room hoping that Shaemus had returned. She felt bad, she never meant to hurt him with her words.“Where are you going velaria?” her uncle asked, ‘what are you hiding?” immediately
Greece. It had been several hours since Velaria left the scenario with her parents. Her heart felt very broken however, she was determined to move on. She still felt she was too young and beautiful to settle down with anyone destined or not. She had to accept reality as it is, her life was never a normal human life, and never will be. She had been deceiving herself for years. Now that she was seeing things from a different lens so to speak, she recounted everything her mother said, and everything made sense. She realized that for years she was ignoring the magic in front of her because she did want to believe. She actually now, did recall her mother using magic at home, or her brother practicing Latin words. She felt like such a fool. It was right there in front of her the entire time. She just never accepted the reality of it, never wanted to believe or see it. Could she be the destined mate of Shaemus or betrothed from birth to another being? It was difficult for her to accept. S
Three hours later…Velaria had just entered one of the hottest clubs in all of Athens Greece. She smiled wide, the stylish and popular nightclub was roaring with life. The music was pumping, the bodies were swaying on the dance floor, and Velaria never felt more at home. She stood by the entrance way taking in the atmosphere of the nightlife happening around her. There was something about being here in Greece that was calling to her spirit that she could not place. Her Pegra spirit felt energized like it was being brought to a higher sense of life. This club was making her power feel like it was surging with new intensity. She was doing everything that she could to reign in the magical impulses, they felt like the were bubbling over to pour out of her. She had tried for so many years to be a normal person, to push this down! Now, with her spirit horse awake, everything feels like it’s out of control. She did her best again to block it out of her mind. She took deep breaths and focu
I ran from the nightclub. I was intent on getting away from that deliciously hot man. The same man who has been haunting my dreams. I feel as if I know him. I feel my essence reacting to him. Bending to his voice, and every will. I do not know what the fuck is happening with me but, I lately have not been in control of my sexual prowess as I normally am. I mean like what the fuck?! As I am walking down the street, I feel eyes on me again. This time it is different. This energy feels cold and deadly. Not heated like it wants to consume me in unending pleasure. I made it back to my hotel room. I finally begin to relax as I start to undress myself. I am undoing my dress when I hear a sensual voice from behind “Allow me my dove” I freeze as I feel hands unzipping me while caressing my back. I unleash a moan while my head falls back on his shoulder. “Do you know how long I have searched for you?” he whispered, “do you how long I have waited for you?” “Who are you?” I whisper while I wr
It happened a long time ago, I have no clue how long ago the events of my birth took place, I would not find out until a time when I thought it was all mythical bullshit. It rocked my world learning my true identity, I refused to believe it for a long time. Did not want to acknowledge that the realm of gods, and mythical monsters were even real. I will admit I have had nightmares for years. Did everything I can to suppress them. I had no idea where these images of castles, thunderbolts, gods in human form, and flying beasts came from. What even scared me shitless was as a child, I would feel this power swelling inside of me, the birthmark on the back of my neck I have that symbolizes a black pitchfork would itch, once it glowed and I got the feeling of something or someone watching me, yet no one was ever around. I would see the shadowed image of a man in my dreams stretching his hand for me calling me “Thalia” I would shake my head, as a child and run away. His aura was very dark.
Dream.I have no idea where I am right now. This feels like a far-off land, in a different dimension. I have had not had a dream like this since I was child. I guess it is back to the realm of fairy tales and make believe in my subconscious imagination. This feels different though, it still feels real yet, this is a completely different place. I walk around until I hear the sound of footsteps and voices of people coming. I hide behind a pilar, I have no idea of I would even be seen but it would be too awkward if I was caught. “Brother Zeus, may I have a moment” “Of course, brother, why have you come from the depths of darkness to see me?” “I had something alarming happen, I felt the grounds of Tartarus shaking, suddenly a secondary throne formed from the ashen rock in the wall, with the branding of my pitchfork” The man stopped talking so I peaked around to see the duo, and I was shocked. That man speaking was the same darkly dangerous man who was calling to me as a child. I dare
I finish my shower, walk back to my bedroom naked, letting the warm air of the New York summer weather dry my pale luscious skin. I try to shake off the anxiety from that dream. No use stressing about shit from movies. There is one thing that can help me shake off my stress however, it is a work morning, and I do not have time to get properly fucked before work. If I had a nice sexy man with a good dick in my bed, that would calm everything down. I have never had that happen. I do not bring men into my bed, and I never stay over at their place. The last thing I need is them getting clinging and trying to become attached. I am young, hot as fuck, and loaded. Every man wants me, and the loser shits would want my money. No thank you. Love is just a silly notion in sappy movies. I have to damn much to live for, and too damn much work to do falling for that shit. I dress in a gray form fitting dress that is sleeveless, with a button my front plus collar from Dior, pair them with high hee