Facing the angry mask, he leaned further. "The show!""If the way I behave disgusts you, why don't you just say so?" I tried to push him away. "I'm not proud of my reaction when I'm with you, but I can't control it."He let go of my wrist and walked away, hands behind his head. I sat up with bent knees and vigorously brushed the leaves and dirt from my hair and clothes. It got into my clothes and the friction made it worse. I was such a mess. Briandan turned around, fists clenched. "Why can't you see how I feel?" His voice Soft as gray, longingly floats towards me."I left home and my family. Everything I did was for you." I looked at him in amazement. My eyes are wide open and my mouth is wide open. He looked at my expression and half smiled. “The moment I reveal myself to you, I feel at peace with what to do and what to let go of. I belong to you. I choose you and I always will, but you have to understand that everything is not what it seems. When I stay away from you, it's because
Brendan nodded in agreement. I still had the oozing biscuit in my hand and it was starting to look weird. I took a bite and squealed in admiration at the durum wheat cookie and its sweet gooey center. When I finished, Buridan held out the flask. I felt positively spoiled and accepted it with a smile. I took a tentative sip. only water. I took a deep breath and looked at Connor. "track?"He rubbed his eyes with the heels of his hands, his ponytail swaying behind him as he nodded. "It's out of my scope. Devlin worked his magic. Here were three different trails, each icy cold and each smelling of him and wasps. Less than an hour ago we had walked for half a day and made progress. It seems we are now a few days behind and losing even more time. It's a trick, magic, and I can't see it. "I took a deep breath, handed him the flag, and wiped my mouth with my hand. After a little sleep, something to eat, something to drink, I feel a little better. sharper. “Then we just followed every lead. O
No one spoke for long, and I knew my words upset Fairchild. The cat people just stared at me like I was the most exciting thing they had ever seen. Conor and Briandan are well respected - and even though I know they think my idea is crazy, I still think it's the best. Let's be honest, whoever we are in the fairy world, the wolves we visit don't react too well. They may have had trouble with us at first, but things can get complicated when their kind of dead are thrown in. I will not convince them that we are not enemies.Just thinking about fighting a powerful demon gives me a headache.I have a sore throat so yelling is not an option for me. My body felt beaten and I frowned.The whole healing process would be more helpful if I could turn it on and off. Connor himself does not control the magical realm. He can heal others but not himself. Our group stood still for a moment, and then the bored panther signaled us to leave with a low cat-like meow. He took the lead again. Lossen crept
I looked hesitantly at Breandan to make sure I wasn't interrupting him. He had an expressionless face that read like a block of stone.The Alpha made the decision to ignore me, gazing right past me as though I did not even exist. Alpha, get here now. You treat our female with disrespect and act sulky.I am aware that I cannot permit it. You're making a small bargain difficult; can't we move past this? ”.Suddenly, Byron appeared senile and worn out. I have no sons and my daughters have been abducted, so why should I be easy, you say. My turn has come to an end, and I must maintain my resolve for my pride. Your disputes among the fairies have harmed my people. Goblins have no compassion whatsoever, and vampires are just plain crazy. We struggle to stop the witches' bad intentions, but they are still able to curse us from a distance. Other shifter packs are hostile to us, and the humans hunt us like rabid beasts. Tell me, why should I not be grumpy and difficult?" His voice suddenly too
Breandan hissed, high and low, baring his teeth. Instead of fearing him in such a dangerous mood, I lunged forward, the urge to grab his head and reclaim that proud mouth with mine, the most compelling thing I've ever known.Breandan froze under my touch and looked surprised when I pressed my mouth against his, but he didn't flinch. Instead she returned my cruelty with his, his lips daring mine to take more. I started kissing but he finished and he pulled away from my mouth to kiss my forehead. Out of breath and red, I said, "You can't hurt him."“This,” she said weakly, “might be difficult. He sure he will try to hurt me."I glanced at Alec who was now pacing in cat form. His smooth face was focused on the area. He grunted, the hair on his back standing up in stiff tufts and his paws scratching at tufts of dirt.“Say it,” I agreed. "Then don't kill him."I pulled her head down and brushed my lips against hers as the blush deepened. I looked into his silver eyes and lost my train of t
The worst day of my life was when I discovered I was a demon. I can't deny it. I spent most of that day consumed by fear, dreading the thought of death or losing a limb.As I woke up that morning, the first thing that came to my mind was demons. A distant shriek, followed by another higher-pitched scream, echoed in the background, indicating a territorial dispute between packs, most likely. There was a Pride not far from the Temple. Through the floorboards, I could hear muffled shrieks that coincided with each scream. It annoyed me, but I knew that new Disciples often panicked, mistaking the presence of a passing demon for the end of the world. It took them a while to understand that the klaxon only sounded if the Wall was breached, serving as a warning to us.I rolled out of bed, clumsily tripping over the clutter of fabric and crushed cans strewn across my room. I accidentally headbutted the wardrobe door, which swung open due to the clothes overflowing from the top and bottom. I wa
I anticipated fear and panic, waiting for the terrifying scream to escape my throat, but it never happened. I expected him to attack, murder me, and dismember me, hiding the pieces beneath the small patch of wildflowers nearby. However, he remained silent and motionless. The smart thing to do would have been to flee and start running again. But I didn't want to. I was intrigued by who he was and what he wanted. I desired to understand why he stood before me and what his motives were.He scrutinized me repeatedly, searching for something."If you didn't feel safe, you would have asked me to leave," he said. "And if you wanted me to go, I would have already done so."It bothered me that his words made sense. "Stop trying to be clever, demon-boy," I retorted."I'm trying to help you, demon-girl," he responded.His words struck me like a blow to the head. I flinched as if he had pinched me all over and stumbled backward.At that moment, I sensed something ominous approaching. I had to acc
The storm began at dawn. I joined the crowd of Disciples making their way to the Sanctuary block as the first raindrops fell. Rushing up the entrance stairs, I manoeuvred through the crowd to reach the Hall before the bell rang. As I came to a halt, I took in the cracked black marble floors and scuffed ivory walls of Sanctuary Hall. With limited electricity, the radiators remained off until winter, resulting in a cool temperature that I actually enjoyed.The Disciples of the Sect, draped across the furniture in various clusters, wore black and green attire. The boys often left their chests bare under their green blazers, while the girls sported shorter sleeves or tied their blazers around their waists, showcasing their tattoos. Almost everyone had tattoos nowadays, protective sigils obtained from defeated wiccans. Personally, I chose to avoid them. The idea of someone so intimately close to me made me uncomfortable, regardless of how aesthetically pleasing the ink may be.I contemplat