I sighed and ran a hand through my hair. Tyler was right; the book was quiet now, but I could still feel its energy thrumming without even touching it. Whatever magic had been soothed because of the moonstone would likely not react well to being burned. Which was likely why it had been shoved into
Nina I awoke with a start, gasping and clutching my chest. A cold sweat had caked my back, and as I sat up in bed, I noticed the ache in my limbs from tensing my muscles during my sleep. But my physical discomfort felt like nothing to the mental discomfort I felt. Selena’s words, even in my waki
Enzo “Enzo…” Nina straddled me, her long, dark hair falling like a curtain around us. We moved in tandem together, just as we had a thousand times before; she leaned down, pressing her warm, small hands into my chest, and began to trace gentle kisses along my jaw and neck. I let out a soft moa
Somehow, though, an idea came to mind. Before, it had been so sudden and horrific; but maybe if I could meet my opponent first, get a feel for whoever I would be fighting, it wouldn’t be so bad. Right? “Alright,” I finally agreed, albeit hesitantly. “But first, I want to meet my opponent.” Mil
Nina “Wait! Wait, I’m coming with you!” At the sound of the familiar voice, both my mother and I whipped our heads around toward the noise. A moment later, I saw a lanky male form and a head of tawny hair break through the woods. “Tyler?” my mother and I said in unison as he ran toward us, a b
Mariah nodded. “It’ll keep you from getting sick when traveling between realms,” she said. “Luke told me that you were getting sick when using portals, so I did some research and foraging and developed this. Go on, try it.” My eyes widened a bit as I took the vial from Mariah’s hands. The liquid i
Nina The humidity hit me like a wall as soon as we stepped through the portal and into Mila’s overgrown jungle territory. Sweat instantly beaded on my brow, and I grimaced, already missing the cooler mountain air back home. But there was no time to dwell on such trivial discomforts—not when Enzo
Enzo I paced back and forth in my lavish bedroom once again, my mind racing. The image of that feral panther was seared into my brain, its wild eyes and foaming mouth a haunting reminder of what could become of me if I didn’t turn out the way Mila had… hoped. Or at least, that was what I assumed