Novel-novel oleh The Dark Roselyn

Three days.Three. Miserable. Days.That’s how long I’ve been stuck in this marble coffin they call a palace, scrubbing floors that never get dirty, serving creatures who could end me with a flick of their wrist, and pretending I don’t hear the whispers.“That’s her, the hybrid one.”“How is she still alive?”“She must have bewitched them.”The servants don’t even try to hide their disgust anymore. I hear them when I pass the hallways, see the way they press themselves against the walls as if my very presence might stain them.I don’t blame them, though. If I weren’t me, I’d probably be scared too.Still, it doesn’t make it easier. Every glance, every hushed insult, every task meant to break me, builds, like pressure beneath my skin testing my control.“This place is a nightmare,” I mutter under my breath, setting down a tray of silver goblets in the council dining room.“Correction,” Nyme purrs lazily in my head, “a beautifully gothic nightmare with shirtless supernatural rulers.”I

“Mate," Nyme whispers in my head consistently. If I can remember clearly all the fairytales I read as a child, and the fantasy books I've been reading recently, then a mate is like a partner. Sounds absurd right? Well everything in the past few hours was absurd as well.“Liora," the Alpha calls. I raise my gaze to meet his amber ones. “Following the customs of the realm you are to be killed.” " What!” The words slip out before I even have the chance to process what I just heard.The Alpha’s voice echoes through the vast hall, cold and unyielding, like a final sentence carved in stone.“Your powers are unstable,” he continues, every word measured, deliberate. “And by law, any being who threatens the balance between realms must be executed before the next moonrise.”Executed.The word slices through me, sharp and unreal.My heart hammers in my chest. “You can’t be serious,” I whisper, my voice trembling. “I didn’t mean to hurt anyone. It was an accident!”The Vampire Lord chuckles,

Darkness.That's the first thing I notice as my consciousness slowly washes over me. It wraps around me like a second skin, thick, suffocating, endless. I try to open my eyes, but the effort feels like dragging boulders uphill. My limbs are heavy, my throat dry, and the taste of metal coats my tongue.A low hum vibrates through the air. Machines? Engines? I can’t tell. The sound merges with the pounding in my head until I can’t distinguish one from the other.Then I hear it, voices.“She’s stabilizing,” a man says, his tone clinical. “Whatever’s in her blood helps her adapt faster than the last one.”The last one?I force my eyelids apart. Blinding white light floods my vision. I blink rapidly until the shapes around me start to make sense. Stainless steel walls, single bed – the one I'm currently on – straps across my wrists and ankles, tubes running from my arm into a machine that beeps in slow, rhythmic intervals.I’m not in a police station anymore.A woman in a white coat stand

The rhythmic sound of the clock is the only thing keeping me sane. It's been four hours since the restaurant blew up, figuratively and literally. The police people refuse to believe Rooney's version that there was a ‘circuit failure.’ They said witnesses reported me standing in the center of the chaos, eyes and hands glowing. Plus, Marco filed a case against me for attempted murder. Now I'm stuck in a fucking interrogation room on my fucking birthday!!“At least you put him in his place. He's not going to bother us anymore," Nymeria says, cheerful as ever. I roll my eyes. “You should be more worried about us getting out of here.” Marco is filthy rich and I have no doubt he'll make a huge fuss about the whole issue. What would Mom and Dad say? They spent years teaching me how to get a hold of my powers and I lose it over sometimes so insignificant. " Bullying isn't insignificant,” Nyme points out. " You should have listened to me and killed him.”" Then we would have been behind b

"You're late!"The words hit me before I even cross the kitchen threshold. I don’t need a soothsayer to tell me who they belong to.Suppressing the urge to roll my eyes, I turn and face my manager otherwise known as the world’s biggest asshole.“You think I pay you to come in whenever you damn please, bitch?” Rooney snaps, glaring at me like I just set the place on fire.I sigh, resisting the urge to point out that it's only two minutes. TWO MINUTES. “I’m sorry,” I mutter instead, swallowing the retort at the tip of my tongue. As much as I’d love to tell him to go fuck himself, I can’t. Not when Mom and Dad are already drowning in bills.So, I paste on a smile, straighten up my shirt , and pray this shift ends before my patience does.“Next time you’re late, don’t bother showing up!” Rooney barks before storming off toward the kitchen, his voice echoing through the small restaurant.I let out a long sigh, grab my apron from the counter, and tie it around my waist. Another day, anothe