Myrtlemeの小説

"Hi," Faye started, ignoring Jordan's statement, "I'd introduce myself, but you already know who I am.""And I'm Ryuu, by the way," Ryuu added, giving them a short wave. "We're not a threat to you. Ruby led us here because we can help.""Is that what *you* said to her?" Jordan glared. "No! It was a big handsome man!" "Ruby, be quiet," Kate hushed. "I won't say this again—" he coughed violently, blood splattering from his mouth. "Jordan!" "Daddy!" Kate and Ruby chorused as they held onto him. Faye tilted her head as she studied him, paying attention to the sound and movement and feel of Jordan's blood. His blood was mostly poison at this point. The only reason he stayed alive this long was because of his wolf. A small smile tugged on Faye's lips, "It's fine. I can work from this distance."Her golden eyes glowed—so brightly, they turned almost pale white. Suddenly, Jordan's and Kate's skin regained its colour, and their bony figures began to fill out with flesh. They were both

"I think..." Ryuu started as he and Faye stood in the middle of a tight-knit neighbourhood, "I'd prefer training with Emris to this any day."The 'trial of trust' was a method used to determine the innocence and fate of the guilty through the public's opinion. Faye and Ryuu were released into a controlled area of the pack lands—unguarded for seven days. Pack members were allowed to interact with them, but not harm them.The goal of the trial? They must gain trust and be accepted. "You're my best friend, Faye. But did you have to drag me with you?"Faye glared at him. "Throw your fit at the elders, dummy. They're the ones who insisted on you joining."Ryuu let out a deep sigh. "First, I'm locked in my room, and now I'm forced to go outside.""Something's weird," Faye said, glancing around. There were Lycans present on the street, going about their business, most glaring their way—but she could sense death, illness and devastation."Those rude old men meant to send us to our death," s

*"You're an angel, Haemera,"* Therion's voice echoed once again, and Faye sighed shakily. She looked in the mirror, her soulless eyes staring back at her—a complete mess. For a split second, she thought to laugh at how pathetic she looked and felt, but she couldn't. It would only trigger the cycle of condemnation and fear. Weakling, a mistake, an abomination, a monster. Their words had conditioned her to hide and pretend—thinking she had no choice but to bargain her way into a happy life. She wiped the tears from her face, and her gaze shifted. "That's it," she stood to her feet, walked out of her room, and strolled right into their presence with a blank expression on her face. *They can try, but I'm the only one who can protect myself,* she mused. "Put me on trial."Their eyes were on her; the room had gone quiet in her presence. "What?" Emris asked. A smirk grew on Hugh's lips. "Very well, then.""NO!" Emris countered, shooting to his feet. "She won't be going through any tr

The sun seeped through Faye's curtains the next morning in a bright and warm glow.She had just taken a long bath to wash the past week off and clear her thoughts, but it didn't work. Staring at her reflection in the mirror, her blue jeans and white top complimenting her frame, and her silver hair damp, she recalled the image she saw last night.She tore her gaze away from her reflection, the recollection of her silver hair soaked in blood clouding her thoughts like pop-up ads. She quickly ran to the door to escape her room, maybe head to the Conservatory or the Library- anywhere to take her mind off everything even for a second. She reached for the handle and twisted, but it didn't budge. She frowned, rattling the knob slightly. Locked. Her face paled as a million things ran through her head, the loudest a memory from her life in the Aster house. Door locked, uncertain of the day or time of unbearable torture, scared and alone. Her lips parted to call for help, but no sound came

Faye found herself in a room that seemed to stretch for miles and miles without an end. There were gorgeous candles to brighten the room, but the light on the candles were not fire, they were stars. She looked up at the ceiling, and she couldn't see the moon or the stars, but a vast darkness. "Where...am I?" She breathed, her heart drumming against her chest. "Emris?!" "Well isn't that cute?" The star goddess appeared out of thin air, provoking a gasp from Faye, "But you are both so frustrating. Well, especially Emris."Faye swallowed, "Who are you? And where am I?"The star goddess grinned, "To everyone else, I'm the goddess of the stars. But to you, my dear Haemera, I'm Nymirra."Faye's eyes narrowed as she observed Nymirra's appearance, and they went wide, "Who...are you?""Silly!" Nymirra giggled, floating off the ground and playfully flying around Faye, "I just told you, keep up.""Do you want to kill me?" Faye questioned, nervously gripping on her dress, "Because I'm Haemera

"What do you mean by that, Young Alpha?" Michael's voice tore through the silence of the stunned crowd. "You're all aware of the attack that took place weeks ago involving my aunt, uncle and the two Werewolves. But, there's one thing we couldn't let leave the room. My uncle died that day."Michael blinked, looking between Vincent who shrugged, and Emris who held a straight expression. "But Faye brought him back to life."The crowd burst into murmurs and shared displeased glances. "Surely, you don't expect us to believe this?" Michael scoffed, then turned to Nick. "Alpha, do you now see your pack as a joke? Have we reduced the sacred moon bonding night to a night of poorly written entertainment?""Do well to listen, Michael." Nick smiled, a stern look in his eyes. "They aren't finished.""I mean no disrespect Alpha, but this is beyond ridiculous. And it is impossible. If indeed the prophesied doom was amongst us and happened to be the Young Alpha's mate, why would she abandon her pe

Wynn shoved a spoon full of her vanilla and strawberry flavored ice cream into her mouth, and she melted. The creamy flavors burst like fireworks, caressing her taste buds. Thirty minutes in a rage room and an Ice cream treat. Apparently, that was Ethan's version of therapy. She loved it. A low chuckle broke from him, light and unexpected. She glanced at him, and a grin pulled at the corners of his lips—showing a flash of teeth. "What?""I keep seeing more of your adorable side."She blinked. Her? Adorable? What was he on about? She froze. The corners of her lips had been sewn to her ears since she tasted her ice cream. She had no clue she was grinning from ear to ear like a toddler with toys.She gave herself a mental smack, and the corners of her lips dropped. What was she doing? At her grown age, she let herself be sold by ice cream. "You can eat all you want," He held up his credit card. "It's on me."She released a sharp burst of air from her lips. "I'd die of a stomach ache

Vane glanced at her, his stare louder than the chuckle that tore through the silence in the room. If there was one thing he hated, it was feeling small. She knew that all too well. His jaw tightened, and he slammed his fist on the table. He whipped his head in Ethan's direction—shot up from his seat like a bullet from a gun and grabbed Ethan by the suit. She jumped on her feet—and so did Vane's Chief of Staff. "What are you doing? Let him go!""Mr Vane!"Vane stood a head shorter than Ethan, seething. Ethan didn't blink—once. He didn't seem fazed by Vane's actions. He held his hand up to her without as much as a glance. She didn't need to hear him say it, she could tell. 'Stand back. I've got this'. "So much ego in one little person," Ethan said. "One correction and you throw a tantrum.""Shut your f***ing mouth, a**hole," he tightened his grip. "I'll need you to let go of me, Mr Vane. There are security cameras in this room and I can sue you for assault."Vane scoffed, a corner

Her heart dropped ten feet. "Did you sleep well?" His voice was hoarse. She shot up on her feet. "Sorry. I tripped.""I figured," He said. He tilted his head to the side, a series of sharp, rhythmic cracks echoing in the room."You should've headed back to your place and slept well.""I could've. But I wanted to spend more time with you."She frowned. "By sleeping?""What does it matter? As long as we're in the same room, I'm fine with it."She averted her gaze to the floor and cleared her throat. "It's late, and we have work tomorrow. You should get going.""Yeah." He got up, and she strolled behind him as he headed for the door. Then, he turned and his eyes held hers. His lips parted, but no words came out. He slammed them shut and blew out a breath. "What is it?" Her brows furrowed."I'm trying to find an excuse to spend more time with you." A small smile tugged at the corners of his lips. "You'll see me tomorrow.""I know, but tomorrow's not going to come soon enough."She ro

Wynn strolled out of her bathroom with a white towel around her neck. Taking a hot bath certainly helped, but a chill lingered in her spine. Ethan's fingertips. His cold hands that somehow felt like fire against her skin, the sound of his heart beating. None of this left her mind for even a second. She draped the towel over her head. Her curls had begun to show. She sat down on the Couch facing the balcony, and she closed her eyes. Pitter patter. Pitter patter. The sound of rain drumming against the roof summoned calm and nostalgia, and a sigh escaped her. Knock. Knock. She whipped her head in the door's direction. Ethan? Her body moved on its own, bare legs slapping the floor. Her fingers wrapped around the doorknob, and she took deep breaths to calm the party in her chest. She swung the door open. As expected, Ethan stood there. She locked eyes with him, and the corners of his lips stretched. He raised the pink and green mugs in his hands—the first time she noticed he was hold

Perhaps, she never really hated Ethan. Maybe, like most people, all she wanted was an apology.She'll give him a fighting chance. "I don't like you, Ethan. But, I'm willing to be swayed."A breath left him in a sharp burst, brows furrowed. "Are you...being serious right now?""What, you don't like it?""No.." He took the note from her. "I like it. I like it a lot."Her gaze quickly left his and settled on the wall behind him. "Alright then. Now get up, it's getting weird." She held him by the arm and guided him on his feet. "Is this the part where we hug?""Don't push your luck.""Noted."•°°••°°•It would've been better if she'd waited in the car. Wynn paced, heels clicking in echoes against the spotless tiled floors. The harsh smell of antiseptic and disinfectant filled the air like it was oxygen itself. Just one whiff and it felt like she was an inpatient. She sighed, fixing her eyes on the door labelled 'Doctor Aiden Brew'. What is taking Ethan so long? Just then, Ethan wal

".....Okay."His eyes widened. "What?""What?" She breathed.What did she just say? Heat rushed to her cheeks. "Let go of me."His grip only tightened. "Say that again. I want to be sure I heard you right the first time.""I said okay, alright? Now let me go."A sigh escaped his lips, and his lips curved up in a smile. He released her wrists. She sprung up on her feet, eyes forward—refusing to meet him, and arms glued to her side as she ran out to the balcony. She shut the door behind her, leaned onto the railings, then exhaled. A hand went to her chest, fingers clutching at the fabric of her shirt. Calm down, calm down. It's okay. The door clicked open. "You know, you've built a habit of running from me. So don't blame me for thinking that you might like me.""No adult runs from the person they like.""Not if that adult is you," he smiled. "I don't like you, Ethan.""I love you, Wynn."His words wrapped around her neck in a chokehold, desperate to squeeze the air out of her. How