Isabella was having a good time. She was determined to have a good time. She would make friends and go about her life as a regular college student would. Yes, that was the goal. She would not have any distractions. She was determined not to allow any form of distraction that might want to hinder her reason for being at Stanford. She was there for a reason. She was not going to allow any bastard in the form of a strapping pound of flesh to stop her from doing that.“You are a witch?” that taunting, silly question that had an undertone of condemnation kept ringing in her head. She would ignore it. Oh, she would make sure that it had no impact on any of her daily duties. Which were: wake up. Eat. Go to school like a normal student. Not bite off people’s heads because f her pissy mood. And yes, not accidentally set herself on fire as it had almost happened when she angrily tried out her powers when she was alone. She had wondered if her powers had a defect since they didn’t work on that…
Isabella had no idea why she was feeling uneasy. Yes, it was the same roguish look, arrogant smile, and damn strapping body. The voice was the same yet she felt as if something was different. Yet again, he repeated “Princess” as he stepped towards her. Isabella almost stepped back from him before she stood her ground as she knew that retreating would only brand her as a coward. She would not appear as a coward. Not before him. Not before anyone. Not especially when he had that cold look in his eyes though he had a charming smile on his face. Isabella couldn’t lay her finger on it but she knew that it was different. Truth be told, she felt different. There was a certain energy that she had become used to feeling around him but at the moment, it was nowhere to be found. She was sure that there was a difference, it was just that she couldn’t pinpoint what the difference was as he pinned a keen gaze on her as he moved closer to her. “What the hell do you want?” she looked back toward
“Help me, Damien!” rang through Damien’s head as he was busy at his desk in his study. The desperate call was infused with pain and anxiety. Though it was short before the link was cut off, Damien knew the voice clearly though the essence he felt towards the end of the call was different from what he had always felt from her. This time the essence was dark.“What the heck?” Damien thought anxiously as he tried to connect with her again but nothing happened. He couldn’t connect with her. Not even could he feel the unfamiliar darkness that he had felt earlier as well.Damien swiped his key off the table and was out of the door in no time. What could be happening? He had not seen Isabella all night but then he had been holed up in the study since he got back from class too, which had become a bit of a habit and the others had learned t leave him be until he came out and was ready to socialise again. Damien could feel that he was close to getting the critical factors in his quest. He just
Damien knew that Isabella was nowhere around the moment he drove to the school campus. Blocked mind-link or not, he knew that he wouldn’t find her there even if he combed the buildings from the beginning to the end. He blamed himself for not paying extra attention to the friends she had been making. He knew she was going out more and making friends but he had no idea who is who. Most of the smiling blushing girls looked almost the same to him anyway so he tried his best to steer as far away from them as he could. Now he regretted it as he briefly thought of letting Sky know what was going on. Sky had grown fond of Isabella since they knew each other and Damien was certain that he would leave whatever it was that he was doing. Screaming friend or not. Yet he hesitated as something occurred to him again. The sculpted face! That idiot had hit Damien because he thought that Laura was someone else! He had been in their driveway when he thought that! Could that mean that he knew that Isab
“Dignity is a very vital thing to a witch! A witch might lose their power! They might lose all they have but a witch never loses their dignity! They go down protecting their dignity!” these words of Morgan, during one of her rare moments of non-monosyllabic statements, rang clear and true in Isabella’s mind. She held on to it instantly and used it to steer her way in the labyrinth that she was in. It was not that there was much to steer anyway but she held on tight to that statement and groggily repeated it in what was left of her mind. “The bastard. What had he done to me?” a spurt of anger finally sparked in her being. She had no idea where or what she was. When she finally gain a bit of consciousness, she found herself in a cocoon of sorts. She was not awake nor was she still unconscious. Even with her eyes wide open, she had no sense of reality. Morgan had once told her that there were different realms and she had promised to teach Isabella how to navigate most of them. They h
Isabella was in and out of consciousness for what seemed like days. She was in a cocoon of listlessness in the little time that she was aware of things around her but then she couldn’t hold on to her consciousness enough before she slipped away again. She was frustrated by the scents and hands she felt around her as something quite unpleasant was poured down her throat. She heard voices. Voice of an angry Damien arguing with someone about her…yes, she was sure it was about her. A more boisterous voice that seemed more rational. She could have sworn that he heard Morgan’s voice at a time. Even felt that soothing presence suffused with that distinguishable, scents of Jasmine, thyme and that distinct scent she had not been able to detect; the scent of earth. Morgan doesn’t use perfume and she had only looked blankly at Isabella when she once asked her what brand she uses. She had simply said that Isabella must be perceiving the scent of her essence.Isabella still had no idea how that w
“Fuck you!” Liam Drako, aka Dark Lord, spat out blood towards Damien. His blood-stained mouth spread out in a sickening grin as he gave Damien a disdainful look. “You can be sure that you will pay for this” “No, I am sure that no such thing would happen. You can be assured that you will tremble if you know who I am. In the meantime, tell me why you dared to put your filthy hands on my sister” Damien demanded, his gaze domineering and his eyes bloodred in the dimly lit room. Sky swallowed hard as he looked from Damien to the stubborn man tied to the cane chair with nothing but Damien’s will. The man had been like that since yesterday when damien had brought him over unconscious. Damien had asked Sky to look over him while he went back to tend to businesses that he told Sky nothing about. He had only informed him that Isabella would not be coming home that night when he asked about her. Sky had never seen Damien like that before. Though he knew that the Lord of Origins had power that n
Damien had no idea what happened between the werewolf and his sister but he knew that there was a tremendous difference. He had no intention of prying into Isabella’s privacy but he hoped that she would tell him if the Mexican was coercing her into doing anything. Though Damien doubted that anybody could force Isabella to do what she did not want to do he also knew a bit about the power of the mating bond. He knew that the Alpha had the advantage over Isabella since he knew more about the making bond than Isabella. Isabella wouldn’t say anything to him about it though. Apart from the terse “I know what I am doing” that she had thrown at him when he asked, she had not said anything else to him.Morgan had only sighed slightly and said something cryptic about fate. Damien should have known that he shouldn’t count on her to be a fountain of information. She had been a quiet person, though a bit sassy when he first knew her. Her cut-short journey didn’t get her out of her shell. If nothi