Nobela ni Ariana Stones

Emma.Life has a funny way of coming full circle. One moment you're a normal teacher trying to help void beings understand humanity, the next you're standing in front of a classroom filled with every kind of supernatural being imaginable, all eager to learn the art of cosmic evolution."Remember," I said to the diverse group before me, "everyone's path to transformation is unique. What works for a vampire won't necessarily work for a werewolf. What feels natural to a void being might be challenging for a witch."The classroom – now expanded to accommodate our growing community – hummed with excited energy. Through my evolved awareness, I could see each being's potential shimmering just beneath the surface, waiting to be discovered.Derek stood beside me, his vampire-cosmic nature casting beautiful patterns across the walls. "The key is finding your anchor," he demonstrated, shifting between states while maintaining his core essence. "The thing that makes you uniquely you, even as you

Emma."Remember," Derek said to the small group of vampires gathered in our backyard, "it's not about fighting your nature. It's about letting it expand."I watched from the porch as my husband guided the first volunteers through their initial steps into cosmic evolution. Each vampire's shadow was beginning to shimmer with possibility, their immortal essence reaching for something new."Like this?" A younger vampire named Marcus asked, his form flickering between states."Almost," Derek moved closer, his own transformed nature casting constellation patterns across the grass. "Don't try to leave your vampire self behind. Let it be your anchor while you reach for the cosmic."First drifted between the practicing vampires, offering their unique perspective. "Is like learning new language. Still speak old language, but now can speak new one too. Both together make more meaning."From inside the house, I could hear Mom and Sara working with another group of supernatural researchers. The wo

Emma.You'd think that after everything we'd been through, nothing could surprise the supernatural council anymore. But watching a room full of ancient beings literally lose their composure as Derek demonstrated his new abilities?Priceless."Impossible," one of the vampire elders whispered as Derek shifted between shadow and starlight, his vampiric essence now interwoven with cosmic energy in ways that defied their oldest laws. "Our nature is fixed. Unchanging.""Clearly not," Mom interjected, spreading out her research data. "What we're seeing is a natural evolution of supernatural energy. The vampire's immortal essence provides the perfect conduit for cosmic transformation."I watched as Derek moved through states of existence as easily as breathing, his vampire nature not fighting the change but embracing it, enhancing it. He was neither fully vampire nor fully cosmic, but something gloriously in between."Show them the bridge thing," Violet encouraged from where she sat cross-leg

Emma.They say evolution is a slow process. Try telling that to a family that just accidentally created an entirely new form of supernatural existence over an evening kiss."So," Sara said, her scientific equipment scattered across our living room while she tried to make sense of readings that kept shifting into impossible patterns, "let me get this straight. You two kissed...""And the universe basically went 'oh, that's a good idea' and decided to upgrade everyone?" Violet finished, still experimenting with her new abilities by making small objects phase between vampire shadow and cosmic light."Not quite everyone," Mom corrected, looking up from her rapidly filling notebook. "Just those with a direct connection to both vampire and cosmic energies. Though the implications for supernatural evolution are fascinating-""Maybe we could focus on the immediate situation?" Derek suggested, his new form casting constellation patterns on the walls every time he moved. "Like figuring out if t

Emma.It started with a kiss.Which, if you think about it, is how a lot of supernatural revelations seem to happen in my life. Though this one was admittedly more spectacular than usual.Derek and I were having a rare quiet moment on the back porch. I was still in my human form, day ten of the "cosmic detox" as everyone had started calling it. He was watching the sunset with that particular intensity that only vampires and artists seem to manage."I miss this," he said softly, his hand finding mine in the growing darkness."Sunsets?""Being able to touch you without worrying about cosmic interference."I smiled, squeezing his hand. "Well, according to Sara, I should be able to start accessing my powers again soon. Though," I looked down at our intertwined fingers, "I'm thinking maybe I'll try to stay human-shaped more often."He turned to me then, and something in his expression made my very human heart skip. "You know," he said thoughtfully, "I've been thinking about what you said a

Emma.Have you ever had to orchestrate a disaster so perfectly that it teaches a lesson without actually destroying reality? It's trickier than you might think, especially when you're working with beings that consider quantum physics a hobby and existence optional."Everything ready?" I asked First as we watched the eager void beings put what they thought were the finishing touches on their transformation machine.They nodded, their form perfectly stable despite the excitement. "Others in position. Remember plan."The plan was beautiful in its simplicity, really. Sometimes the best teaching moments come from carefully controlled failure. And who better to control failure than a group of experienced void beings pretending to be inexperienced void beings?"Sara?" I checked my very human watch – another adjustment I was still getting used to."Containment fields are ready," she confirmed from her position behind the monitoring equipment. "Though I still think this is insane.""Welcome to

Mabel.I heard it at first, but I wasn't sure. Didn't stop me from moving in the direction of the voice.Then it came again. "Help me!" A desperate cry from a not-so-far distance.I rushed down, avoiding the stumps and roots as the scent lingered heavily. It got stronger as I stumbled forward, still tired and dazed. The scent lingered like smoke in my senses, clouding my vision. It had to be him. It had to be Lev just that the voice wasn't his.I got to the corner from where the sound came, the scent too lingered heavily around here. It had to be Lev. I steadied myself, bracing to meet him but stopped dead in my tracks as I turned the corner.Laying on the ground and clutching his leg tightly was a stranger. A man who couldn't be more than 30, his golden hair looked rough while his green eyes blended with the forest. I didn't realise that I had been staring for a while till he looked up at me, his green eyes bore into mine.I turned my face instantly, trying to cover my blush.“Hey,”

Marcus.She called out for Lev, her voice so faint, so light such that a human ear wouldn't hear it.Watching her lay on the floor, calling out to Lev made me feel a sense of pity towards her. Maybe she could be as harmless as she looks."Lev?" She called out again, this time, with more force behind it. Her deep questioning tone sparked a sense that she knew something.I quietly moved around, turning my head from side to side as my unsettled mind searched for any sign of Lev. But there was none.The thought that ran through my mind afterwards was how she was able to sense me or him. Last I checked, she couldn't tap into her wolf instincts."Lev!" This time around she yelled it with gusto, supporting herself with the tree and roots around her till she got up on her feet.I ducked as she pushed her head up, sniffing out the air. She looked to be following a trail.Then it all clicked. The bond between them was sealed when Lev marked Mabel as his mate, signified by the mate scent—the onl

Malia."What if I'm here because of Lev?" George asked, his voice soft."You really think I'll change my mind just because you mentioned his name?" "Yes," I said flatly."I guess you are really hyping my interest in Lev," I scoffed."I thought you liked him.""I did—don't get me wrong, I still like Lev but lately? He's been giving me a major attitude," I said with a frown."Lev can be a handful at times but he does care," George spoke softly."You know all about that," I retorted."What do you mean?"I mean that—you have been giving me attitude since the other night.""Malia, I came for something serious," George said sternly.I rolled my eyes, dramatically dropping the book with a heavy thud on the table."Of course you did, no one cares about me enough to just come and check up on me—regardless of what I do, I'm still just Malia," I folded my arms across my chest and looked away from him, this time—honestly unhappy.A long period passed without either of us uttering a word.Then Ge

MabelHe was asleep and for the first time since I met him, he looked completely vulnerable—his face was bruised and bloodied, one eye nearly swollen shut. His chest rose and fell unevenly, each breath came with a sound of pain—the stiffness of his features explained his pain.I stood over him with a damp cloth in one hand and a bowl of water resting at my feet, my own hands trembled but I wasn't scared.I crouched down beside him, dipping the cloth into the warm water and moving it gently over his body, wiping away the blood on his skin.I dipped the cloth back in the bowl, squeezing it once and watching the blood mix with water swirl down before bringing it back to his face, gently cleaning away the mess there. His body shook each time I swiped on an open flesh.Every touch was careful, every swipe of the cloth came with a silent apology for the pain I put him through and still putting him through.He didn’t wake up, not even when I touched the side of his neck—my hand lingered the

Julia. They stood like statues, Luke and Marcus stood across from each other, staring and thinking. Luke had blood all over him—bruised but still standing tall, holding onto his bat with trembling hands and across from him, Marcus, who rolled his shoulders back in a relaxed manner, his lips tucking into a smirk—a look that I was all too familiar with. "Are you certain you want to do this, Luke?" Marcus asked, walking slowly—his boots crunching over the marble floor as he walked slowly in a circular path. "All I want is Mabel, give her to me and I'll leave peacefully," Luke replied, following his movements gently—watching him carefully. "After all you have done? You ruined every possibility of peace the moment you barged into my territory and started killing my men," Marcus snarled. "I did what I had to do." "Oh really? What makes you think that you have the right to stand anywhere near me?" Luke didn't respond. "You really think you're in the same league as me? You, w

Julia.The table between us was littered with hand-sketched borders with red ink used to indicate patrol spots. Marcus stood across from me, speaking in a low voice but the weight behind his words couldn't be overlooked."So what are you suggesting?" I asked."We shall attack the Black Fang territory again," he said as his fingers played with a corner of the map."We will start from here," he said, tapping a spot on the map, "then we will break through here," he added, tracing a path to another spot on the map.I watched him closely, following the movement of his hands."We’ll hit the southern ridge first, then circle back toward their water line—they won't see it coming."I nodded, taking in everything he said."So wh—"A loud bang cut me off, we turned to see the door wide open as a rogue, panting and wide-eyed, stumbled in."You better have a good reason for this!" Marcus barked.His voice cracked as he spoke, "someone's breached t—the border! They’re... they’re taking out the gua