"Arabella, the trick is to grasp the force of nature in your subconscious and mould it into reality," Orga advised.Arabella nodded and took a deep breath before attempting to manifest her fourth aura power for the umpteenth time. She outstretched her arms, bringing them together and cupping her hands.She closed her eyes, trying to connect with the forces of nature around her and harvest their energy. She needed to gather enough energy to manifest the fourth aura power, represented by the colour blue.Arabella had successfully used three of the seven powers, the Red Beam, Orange Beam, and Yellow Beam. However, bringing forth the fourth Blue Beam was a challenge. Luckily, Orga was training with her in the Phoenix cave and was guiding and correcting all her mistakes, albeit annoyingly.But she didn't relent. She wanted to gain all the power with the hope of defeating the incoming evil as well as San...Arabella shook her head, brushing his name out of her head away.A flicker of blue l
Sandro was coming, the thought permeating Arabella's mind, refusing to leave. She paced about the room; her forehead creased with worry; she bit her lower lip before letting out a deep breath. Her fingers trembled as her mind swarmed with thoughts of all that could happen if Sandro appeared before her.She brought her hands together, interlocking her fingers; she hoped it would stop them from quivering. But it did little to alleviate her anxiety, as they shook uncontrollably, making it impossible for her to keep them still.Blaze observed Arabella with narrowed brows, wondering what was happening in her head. He had hoped Arabella would be more confident by now, considering she was mastering her powers. However, her display of panic was contrary to his expectations."What do you mean?" he questioned, and Arabella abruptly paused, turning around to face Blaze."He's coming," she intended her voice to be firmer, but the fear that had engulfed her turned it into a mere whisper.From her
For a moment, Sandro stared at Thalia, his expression a mix of shock and anger. "He's your what?!" His eyes narrowed, and his teeth gritted as a sudden rage unfurled within him. He couldn't believe what he had just heard. Thalia, always finding ways to get on his nerves, must be doing this on purpose. To provoke him, and she was succeeding. Not only was he furious about her mentioning Blaze's name, but he was also furious that Blaze had been absent without leave. Sandro couldn't fathom where Blaze might have been or if he had been caught in the same predicament that he himself had been sucked into."What do you mean he's your brother?" Sandro asked again, growing impatient with Thalia's silence.Thalia bit her lower lip, shaking her head. Her eyes widened with each passing minute as she realised the danger she had put herself and Blaze in. She struggled to find the right words to explain the situation, but the intense glare Sandro was directing at her made her tremble. A small smile e
Sandro stood in the centre of the hall, his eyes scanning the crowd of his pack members. Simmering anger radiated from him in waves, noticeable to everyone present. His fists were tightly clenched at his sides, betraying the frustration he desperately tried to keep in check."Listen up," he barked, his voice echoing against the stone walls. "I have decided on our current Beta. He is no longer loyal to us and has betrayed my trust. He is unfit to serve me and our pack. We need someone who will step up and take charge."The pack members murmured among themselves, confusion evident on their faces. Towards the back, two members whispered to each other, trying to make sense of the situation."What the hell is going on?" one of them asked, scanning the room for any clues."I don't know," the other replied. "But did you see the rage on the Alpha's face? I've seen him angry before, but this is on a whole new level."Sandro continued to speak, his anger intensifying with each passing moment. "
Janice and Alessia stumbled out of the dark, damp prison cell-that had been their home for what felt like an eternity, though it had only been two days- into the lush green garden that surrounded the Salvatore residence.As the fresh air caressed their faces, they inhaled deeply, relishing the newfound sense of freedom, although they weren't entirely free as they were still in the house but no longer in prison.The relief coursing through their vein was short-lived as Paolo appeared before them, his eyes flickering with dangerous intensity. "Alessia, I know you're the Delicate Rose," he said. "Don't bother denying it anymore."Alessia's jaw clenched, and she shook her head. "I'm not who you think I am. I've never heard of the Delicate Rose before."She was lying, of course. Paolo could see it in her eyes, how they darted back and forth, searching for an escape. He wasn't convinced. He stepped closer, his shadow falling over them like a dark cloud. "You're lying," he hissed, reaching o
Arabella's wooden sword collided with Blaze's once again, she hissed and pushed against him, but he didn't yield.Smirking, he mumbled, "Try harder, princess.""I'll make you beg for mercy!" Arabella shouted, her words laced with amusement. She and Blaze were sparring in the Phoenix cave, honing their skills. Thanks to Blaze and Orga's tireless lectures, she improved significantly.She understood the importance of becoming a well-rounded warrior, not solely relying on her phoenix powers to defeat her enemy and his armies."In combat, keep your eyes on the enemy at all times," Blaze lectured. Their feet scraped against the cobblestones as they circled each other.Abruptly, Arabella sprang forward with lightning speed, her sword slicing towards Blaze's chest. However, he effortlessly blocked the attack and used her momentum to push her backwards."I need to end this!" Arabella exclaimed."Don't forget, as a beta werewolf, I can be as powerful as I desire," Blaze's eyes flashed golden, c
Seeking solace, Arabella retreated to the bathroom to shake off her unease. Standing under the soothing stream of hot water, she felt Blaze's strong arms wrap around her, pulling her close."Blaze," she mumbled, trying to turn and face him, but he pressed her firmly against the shower wall, preventing her from moving."Why don't I make you feel better?" Blaze murmured, his lips trailing kisses down her shoulder as the water cascaded over their bodies. He remembered that Arabella had mentioned how hot water helped her relax."Yes," Arabella whispered, letting out a moan as Blaze's arousal pressed against her back.She bit her lower lip, briefly closing her eyes before reopening them to find herself locked in Blaze's intense gaze. The lust and desire in his eyes tempted her to scream, to let him take her and make her forget everything else. But instead, she settled for a soft smile, reciprocating his gaze."For how long have you been staring?" she asked playfully."Just in case I die,"
It took a few seconds for the shock to subside. Arabella stumbled backwards, her heart pounding as she regained her stance. Her eyes narrowed at the old, wrinkled woman standing before her."Who are you?" she asked her voice tight with tension."Hello, darling. I am your mother," the woman replied, a sinister smile curving her lips and a mischievous twinkle in her eyes that Arabella couldn't decipher."My m-mother?!" Arabella stuttered. Her eyes widened like saucers as she gazed at the woman. After years of resentment and bitterness towards the woman who had abandoned her, standing before she evoked no immediate feelings. No love, no anger, no bitterness—just a sense of disbelief.The emotions she felt, she believed, were not directly connected to her so-called mother. Blaze's absence influenced them, the man who had been her constant support."I am your mother...""Liar!" Arabella snapped.Then anger surged through her. Clenching her hands by her sides, she scowled. How could she bel