Rosaline stared at the ground in front of her where a raised mound of earth was all that remained of one of her longest friends. The pain and grief in her heart was far greater than the ones still wracking her body even as she stood in the pouring rain. Unlike other mounds around her, this one did not have a cross atop it, nor did it have a headstone. Rosaline had felt it would definitely not be fitting to put up a cross on Aria's grave considering how the girl had died. And as for a headstone, she had considered it at first, but that idea had eventually been discarded. After all, even if she were to make one, what would she write on it? Aria was the last of her family to die and as far as Rosaline knew, the girl did not have any other relations outside the Order of The New World. Even within the organisation, the only people she had really gotten along with had been Rosaline herself and Ezra. The latter had been in a strange love-hate relationship with Aria, something that Rosali
Starlight Central Academy was an elite institution that stood at the heart of the education sector of the entire city of Starlight Bay. Churning out even more revenue than was poured into it every year, the establishment had proven to be a pillar in the inner workings of the city. With such a high reputation to its name, it was little wonder that a good percentage of the student populace was comprised of the spawn of the beau monde of the society. But that was the thing about latter generation noblesse: they were far more prone to carelessness. No society was without its dark side however. There were various less than appropriate establishments that attended to the baser desires of the student body. Of course these establishments were kept afloat solely by the multitude of backroom deals that went on in the shadows. In one of these numerous establishments, a wild rave continued to rock the walls of the night club to its foundations. Within the building, a flurry of multicolored par
The smartphone on Michael's desk vibrated softly, drawing his attention from where Vincent was explaining the intricacies of the human mind to the students sitting in the amphitheater-like classroom. Picking it up, he glanced at it and was greeted by an exasperated emoji courtesy of Lee. Of course he's bored. The restrictions Michael had placed on him specifically did not really allow for much freedom of anything. 'You really need to get a handle on that one. As powerful as his ability is, his personality is quite the loose cannon.' You're telling me, Michael sighed mentally. Lee's requirements are something that's been bothering me for a very long time now. But as dangerous as they are, I still can't afford to take him off the team. You know better than anyone how powerful his ability can be. The voice in his head scoffed. 'Of course I do. It was my power after all.' Michael glanced back over his shoulder to look at his teammate who was currently slumped forward on his
"Ignis Pila!" "Centum Tormenti!" "Flamma Serpentis!" "Ventus Compressio!" "Inferno Advocans!" Following each order shouted, a massive burst of energy accompanied by an elemental invocation ravaged the trees of Starlight Forest. Flaming snakes crashed into blades of wind, further boosting the potency of the spells to the point of vaporizing entire swaths of the surrounding woods. In the middle of the chaos, a slightly exhausted brunette leaned on her knees as she sought to regain her breath. Around her stood two women, one platinum blonde and dark skinned, while the other had beautiful straight coal black hair and a fair complexion. "Remarkable," Elena muttered as she surveyed the destruction around them in some awe. "All those high level spells yet she's barely winded." Whitney on the other hand merely eyed the area with a modicum of disinterest. "That still isn't enough. You and I could do the same with half the effort in half the time." Elena simply rolled her eye
His eyes narrowed at the figure only a few meters away from him. Within two seconds, his highly observant mind had committed another facet of the figure's appearance to memory. Below, his hand maintained a light yet firm grip on the brush as it swiped across the palette on his other hand before transferring the memorized details onto the canvas before him. With each stroke of his brush, Dean Hanson brought into existence his innermost thoughts that swam within his heart day after day, using the figure sitting a few feet away from him as a focus point to center his painting. Perched on a high seat with her legs crossed, Lisa Brown looked exceptionally radiant in her form fitting cream turtleneck and jeans combo. Her brown hair was hung over one shoulder as she remained near motionless staring out the east side window. The rest of the studio was empty and thus void of any distracting sounds. As Dean worked through his painting, he found himself lingering a bit longer than usual
The Hunters had shown up on invitation by Antonio himself, along with Mia, Elena and Whitney. The latter had needed to be dragged to the event by Elena whose intention had been to make things with Mia who had yet to speak with them since the day they had revealed the truth to her in the forest clearing. Along with them was Lisa whose presence had been more of a demand by Dean than a social call. After they had arrived and exchanged pleasantries with the young hostess and her father, Dean had wasted no time in dragging the rest of his pack along with Lisa, to the outer balcony that overlooked the rest of the city. None of the kids had been allowed past the primary corridors that separated the penthouse's main building from the outer balcony to avoid any accidents. There, Dean proceeded to recount the encounter he had experienced earlier in the day, up until the moment he had mysteriously blacked out. "Wait a minute," Lee cut in, his voice unusually serious for once. "You said she
The moment Mia Delgado woke up, she already knew that today was going to be different. The feeling was there, at the back of her mind, small and almost nonexistent yet incessant in its refusal to depart. It niggled her persistently though not to the point of being uncomfortable. Even as she brushed her hair back in front of the oval mirror in her room, she couldn't help but feel like she was forgetting something. As if there was something that was trying to reach out to her from within her mind. "Ugh," she muttered to herself as she placed down her brush on the wooden dresser. She stared at her reflection in the mirror, as if it would give her an answer, an explanation for this unusual feeling. "What is wrong with me?" "Come on Mia," Elena called from the other side of the bedroom door. "We have to get going soon. It's Monday and and you're not going to want to skip out on today's class." "Today's class?" Mia's brows furrowed in confusion as she pulled out her phone to check he
The tracking spell led both girls across the school grounds, through the academy stadium where a crew of maintenance workers were getting the field and stands up to stuff in preparation for the first game of the season. Whenever they seemed to get a fix on the Hunter's location, he would start moving, leading them to continue the increasingly annoying search. Every call they made to his cell went straight to voicemail. "This is so frustrating!" Veronica growled as she reached up to pick out a fallen leaf out of her hair. "Can't you just use your magic to pinpoint his exact location?" "You think I haven't tried that already?" Mia retorted and raised her palm with her middle and ring fingers curled inwards. An intricate pink magic circle appeared around her hand and her eyes narrowed in concentration at the slowly rotating symbols. A few seconds later, the glyph suddenly flashed with a dull gray light before fading away. Mia groaned at the spell's failure. "His Erasure ability is