Dark Illusions: Wicked Truths
"Can you for once just watch where you’re going so I don’t have to save you all the time?” He asked, exhausted from my clumsiness and sarcasm.
I smirked and looked him directly in those perfect coffee eyes of his, “Probably not.”
Amara Flores has never been able to truly be a good supernatural. Her anger issues and violent outrages have caused more damage to her town than anything can attest to. The talk is even worse, as it only fuels her desire to not be perfect like everyone expects. Even though she is powerful and destructive, she is both loved, feared and misunderstood. Why is she like this? She's only meant to be a werewolf, right? Wrong. She only learns about her true self but it's too late. Had her parents told her the truth earlier, maybe many people wouldn't have died. Maybe she wouldn't be separated from most of her family. And maybe her and her friends wouldn't have to face the prophecy and its dangers alone. Or better yet, maybe the man that is supposed to protect her should do a better job.
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Chapter: Chapter 8: My HomeFive thousand years ago…“Do you think that you and Mateo will get married, Amor?” Saran looked at me with those same eyes when she saw two humans falling in love.We have been living amongst humans for several years now, trying to gain their trust and understand why they hate us so badly. We know that there have been multiple supernatural attacks lately which has put everyone on edge. Now, we decided we had to step in. For the sake of our appearance and to stop innocent lives from being taken. I was scanning the crowd for anything out of the ordinary while she looked at the women gathered in the crowded shops, hurrying to buy supplies for dinner, stopping at the florist and seamstress shops before heading home.I looked at her and smiled, “Saran, as much as I would to discuss how the rest of my long life will look, we’re here to scout out a murderer.” I would be lying if I said I didn’t feel the same way. We share everything together, a birthday, memories, and adoration. Not to ment
Last Updated: 2026-09-25
Chapter: Chapter 7: Was Any of It RealI’m not sure how much time had passed. I sat in front of the crackling fireplace, lost deep in thought. At one point, Liz had started yelling at Mateo and Oliver about me and, I think, the lies they had told. Eventually, Jonah dragged her out to get their families, mine, and Sarah.Sora eventually finished his shift up front and joined us in the back, where he now sat off to the side, watching me. He was the only one who hadn’t had a reaction to what was going on. I wanted to ask him why he was so calm, but all I could repeat in my head were three words.Five thousand years.Thoughts and memories began racing through my mind as I tried to analyze everything I thought I knew to be true. Was this another lie? A joke, even? A prank? All logic pointed toward the truth based on the circumstances, but there were certain things I still couldn’t wrap my head around.Was my whole childhood really a lie? Was any of it real?I’m twenty-two years old now, about to graduate from the school I’ve be
Last Updated: 2026-09-24
Chapter: Chapter 6: Bedtime Stories“There’s no way! No way!” Jonah shouted at Liz as she explained what she found. “I refuse to believe that!”She rolled her eyes and glared at him. “Of course you don’t! You don’t believe in anything!”This was quickly escalating into a full-blown screaming match. Heads were starting to turn in our direction, and the noise was becoming increasingly isolated to our area.I grabbed both of them by the ears and pulled them closer to the table while they both cried out, “Ow!”I let go once they were close enough that I could death-stare them into submission. This wasn’t anything new between them, but I still couldn’t believe they were doing it in Oliver’s of all places.“Quit arguing. That’s not helping anything.” I turned to Liz. “I expected better from you than to stoop so low as to argue with Jonah of all people. No offense.”He looked amused. “None taken.”“What exactly is it that you found?”Liz looked down at the book lying open in front of her. Whatever she found was enough to keep
Last Updated: 2026-09-20
Chapter: Chapter 5: I Felt AliveI had attempted to avoid Mateo and keep my conversations with him to a minimum. I only answered the questions he asked or responded to the comments he made about the teachers and students.Liza and Sora were freaked out by what I'd told them and wanted to look more into memory development, specifically whether anything like what I saw could actually be real and not just a figment of my imagination.Speed-walking to my car so I could get to Oliver's Cafe, Books and Mystery, I tried to focus on anything other than the giant Greek god who had somehow become my personal shadow.I'd been working at the cafe and bookstore for the last six years. Liz said she'd meet me there for the start of my shift. She'd left early to get a head start, hoping Oliver might know what was going on or at least point her in the right direction.The thing I kept asking myself was whether I actually wanted to know if this was normal or if I was losing my mind.Probably the latter.It was what I was known for.I'
Last Updated: 2026-09-15
Chapter: Chapter 4: Faded MemoryI pride myself on my inability to be distracted by anything, and I mean anything. Yet here I was, completely and utterly distracted by the 6'5" Greek god who had been following me around for the last four hours. And yes, we had our own gods based around the supernatural creatures that roamed the Earth, but the human interpretations of their gods were breathtaking. So here I was, cataloging his entire physical appearance through three separate classes. English had me wanting to run my fingers through his chocolate-brown, curly hair. His sharp jawline was highlighted by the length of it, while his face shape matched a heart perfectly, complete with high cheekbones. His eyebrows were perfect enough to make any woman jealous. The teacher droned on about how our language had adapted to create the basic incantations witches used to cast spells. During our lab class, we'd been partnered up, giving me the perfect excuse to look at his eyes. I gasped, which caused him to look dire
Last Updated: 2026-09-15
Chapter: Chapter 3: Deja VuMateo was silent as he walked to my right. I wanted to ask him questions. So many questions, actually, that they were practically fighting to escape my mouth. Unfortunately, I couldn't seem to form a single coherent word in his presence. A cat had my tongue. My grandmother's favorite saying. She'd used it my entire childhood because I was always talking and almost never quiet. Whenever I suddenly found myself with nothing to say—or simply couldn't find the words—she'd smile and ask, Cat got your tongue? I hated when she said it. Usually, it ended with a complete meltdown because I hadn't understood that she was joking. Now, though? “Cat got your tongue?” The deep voice beside me made me jump. I slowly turned my head toward him. Um, hello? Can he read my mind? All right, Amara. Form a sentence. Any sentence. Before the silence goes on too long and he starts thinking you're a freak. We still had a decent walk to our next class, and I didn't need to make myself look any mor
Last Updated: 2026-07-20
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