She is an Airnos. Carlos kneaded the side of his nose before drinking directly from the bottle. The August rain had left Bel Haven with its cold, mailing its winds to remind them of the fated winter. Soon the man in white would cap the world with its blistering teeth. Just a few months remaining and all the greens and wetness would become white and mean. Winter remains the only season most people dread. It was the blight of the world, the reminder of what was and would be.Carlos gulped the wine again, and beat twice on the brown door. He had tried using the bell, but the girl would not respond. Not that he blamed her, of course. Her anger was understandable. He had messed up and had not heeded her advice. Everything had returned to shambles. He was back to square one. No crew, no friends and no goddamn enemy. No, he had enemies. Carlos Stones has enemies within and outside the Nine continent. Everyone wanted him dead. The Emperor, for attacking his manor, the firstborn, for being a t
“What are you doing here?” Mitch asked, tilting his head backwards as If that would give him a clearer view. The dark tattooed eyes, walked about Carlos, weighing and judging but not stepping aside for the older man.“Will you let me in?” Carlos snorted but did not meet his eyes.“Hmm,” Was all that came from Mitch as he shifted to the side, letting Carl walk into the small room. “Hope you kept your sorry state on the streets. Aren’t ready to babysit anyone.”Carlos ignored him with a taunt on his lips. He strode towards the cushion and dropped himself like a stash bag. After everything, they had been through. Why would Beth betray them? Was it the money, the fame, or the power? What on earth did they promise her? Why would she exchange the cat for
Silence passed through the men and women seated across in circles, towering above them like spectators of a gladiatorial fight. From one end of the hall to the other, it kept the serenity, almost giving the place a ghost name. Occasions like this would have left the entire city shouldering themselves to find space. It was a wonder that the few people that were invited were only men and women from powerful houses, whose words and actions speak louder than those of common men. There were no children, just a bunch of individuals who thought they could rule the world by sitting within the space of their homes, waving their wand of authority over anything they strongly want to change. Within the stones, just before the vertical lines that tendril from the ceiling to the floor, another circular seat cut those towering, but in a semicircle, stretching until they caught the walls. At least, seven people were seated, dark eyes blending with the s
It came first as a flush on his shoulders, moving through his joint and almost adding fatigue to his muscles. The first time had been better, he had kept the racing pace of his heart and had controlled the discomfort on his shoulders. But now it was different, and had everything to do with the fact that Catherine was watching his every move. Those piercing eyes could cut through a stone. Damian lowered his shoulders and knees, mimicking the posture Catherine had taught him moments ago. His breathing was hot on his nostril and the beat of his heart was almost chiming in his ears. He could feel his swelling head and the heat at the back of his head. Yet, notwithstanding the uneasiness, he kept his eyes on the target, knowing that a loss in focus could cost him his life. To impress Catherine was the priority too. That would hasten the step and further push his plans to find a way of escape. So
With the pair of scissors, Claudius took the first three petals on the green plant that had turned pale. It was not the first time he would notice some abnormalities in his calculations. The genetic engineers had removed one or two sequences from the plant. This was the best, so far. About sixty-six hundred plants had been planted. They had been trimmed and groomed to withstand the toxic atmospheric air. Sixty-six hundred was the best so far. They had recorded a hundred per cent yield, the best since they started some fifteen years ago. Plus, it was the final piece that would make the batch whole. He was going to sell it to merchants of course, but that would be only to keep his inventions and his creations from ever being extinct from the surface of the earth. Failure had eaten deep into his work too. Ever since Dorin passed on, he had found it hard to replace him. His demise was a tragic one and somehow, Claudius wishes that the situat
“Ah,” Damian shouted, “I’m alive. I’m alive, I am freaking alive” His hands elevated into the heavens as he jumped, laughing and screaming at the top of his voice.Dust and sands rose in every direction, but there was no danger or anything to suggest a threat. The Darkeel had vanished, leaving him at the mercies of the artificial scorching heat which brewed the surroundings with its rough teeth. “Can you believe it, Cat? Catherine, can you see this? I am alive. I don’t know how, but I think I killed it somehow.” he walked toward where his gun had fallen and picked it up, beaming now with happiness and pride.There was something about his guise that reminded Catherine about her prime, about the times when she was still ready to conquer the world. It was mutual, and wish she could tell him
First, it came towards the right side of her face, forcing her back with an inhuman force. She could have kissed the floor from the impact, but recalling her training, she masterfully used her left hand to bounce on the floor and back to her feet.Something walked through the sides of Zach's face, anger, Nina was not sure, staying alive bothers her more. Taking another step back, she tried to drive her clenched fist into his left cheek, to keep him from pinning her to the wall. It was successful, at least her moving fist made it close to his face, to the intended target, until he stepped to the side and shoved his knees towards her abdomen. Nina had predicted that which made it easy to dodge. Cursing at her failed attempts, she spanned with her left foot, taking the boy's previous position and keeping herself from harm's way.Zach's face narrowed
Days have gone by since the incident in the training ground. According to the rumors she had heard, Zach had been expelled from becoming a firstborn and his chances of ever getting to prove his worth had been stripped away from his grasp. The authorities would have sent him home if he had parents to return to. They were orphans however, Freetown was the only home they had, the only place they had lived since heaven knows when. The school rarely punishes anyone, possibly because most of the novices in training hardly defaults. That must be the reason why most people think that the school had passed a harsh judgment on Zach. And as if it was not enough, he had been stripped of his power and reduced to a mere toilet servant. Left to Nina, she would have done things differently. She would have chosen a more subtle punishment, anything that would not deter his psychology. Well, too bad she was not the authority, the only thing she could do wa