“How are you handling the archives, child?” My nails that were gingerly resting on the pages paused and I looked up in time to see Mrs. Pearl hobble into the doorway. Her steps seemed heavier than they were before the fire, her long grey hair more wispy and tired. I watched as she used a cane to cross the distance, a rough scar on her cheek that hadn’t been there before. I was still sitting on the floor, cross-legged, when she pulled up a chair. Grimier was curled against my lap, his fluffy fur making a mess of my jeans as he made me an improv pillow. “They’re definitely full of things I never knew before, but any leads about my father come up empty. But, I have learned a lot about the artifacts and their potential protector packs.” I admitted, staring down at the plethora of books in front of me. All different kinds of books were spread out in a sea of color, decorating the plain wooden floors with their rectangular forms. After my ascension to Luna status, I had decided that be
It felt like an eternity while I sat there, holding my breath. I stared at the door with an ominous feeling pooling down my spine and I felt ridiculous. The very pores on my flesh mocking me. It was like I was suddenly transported back to when I was on the sidelines as a pup, afraid of my own shadow. I had been anxious as a child, secluded from my loquacious older brother.I felt like that awkward girl again.The time ticked on the wall and I snapped myself out of it. After all, time stood still for no one."Ah, sorry, I'm here! You can enter!" Quickly, I shot to my feet. I was heading towards the door right when she strolled in. Angelica's knowing hues bored into mine. Carefully, I slid the green book to the side and out of view. I smiled as brightly as I could when I peeled my hands away. "Is there something I can help you with?" I asked while exchanging a look with Mrs. Pearl. Angelica followed my movements, before tucking a strand behind her ear. "Pardon the intrusion, I jus
I can't apologize enough for disappearing. I know I can give a million excuses, but it won't do nearly as much as completing the book. Still, I apologize for going silent. My fiance has had severe health issues this last few months and I had to step back to not only take care of him but also deal with the financial burden. I honestly just didn't have the time or mental capacity during this. It was unprofessional to pause without notice however and I do sincerely apologize. All I can say within these next few weeks. This book will be completed. For every person who has shown support, thank you. To those who I have let down, I would never ask you to continue to support me, but do ask for your understanding. Once again, thank you to those who love this book and know it will not be left unfinished. Love, F.F
Watching the world pass outside was hypnotic in a way I could barely discern. Like a spectator, I could see the way the grass barely shifted in the breeze, how the world seemed to turn without me in it. It was dressed in an odd array of fog, something my gaze was drawn to as it rolled in from the east. The fog looked as misplaced as I felt. But at least it was out there in the breeze. I was just on standby, protected by these overbearing walls. Stuck. It wasn’t peaceful—in fact, I felt…restless, like I was waiting for something. Anything. It was impossible to pinpoint exactly what though. Maybe I was still waiting for Angelica’s information, or maybe even Morax. Hell, I could have still been waiting for Elijah to return too. With so much on my mind, I honestly didn’t know which one it was anymore. Maybe it was all three, taking turns inside my anxiety ridden chest. All I knew was that standing here alone just didn’t feel like home. Not anymore. My jaw clenched, just as a black
"What in the world," I started, barely able to finish my sentence as flocks of ravens burst from the trees. It was a tower of ebony, swirling in the night sky as they descended roughly on their talons. I had never witnessed so many birds in one place, and the way they stared at us was unnerving. Beady little eyes reflected back at me from the dense fog. They seemed to be watching my every move. There was something humane about their gaze too, weary. I felt frozen to the spot as they surrounded us. "What's going on?" I asked, expecting Angelica to fill me in any moment now. But there was silence. The witch beside me had that smug smile on her face, but her eyes screamed annoyance. I found it odd that I was beginning to actually understand her expressions. "Angelica?" I was trying to get her attention, but she wasn't in a hurry to answer. With a huff, I focused my gaze back on the weird scenario before me. The small birds were almost completely covered by the fog now, hopping for
"Are you ready to see this? I can only conjure it once for you, if you back out, there's no going back." Angelica's warning rattled in my ears, and I swallowed back my trepidation. Everything I was sacrificing, lying for, and hiding from built up to this moment. I stared at the milky white palms of Angelica's hands, enraptured in the strange pink energy that seemed to pool straight up into the air from her pores. If I wanted out, this would be my only chance. I knew that. But as I stared at the gravity-defying magic, I couldn't look away. "I'm ready," I affirmed. There was no way I could walk away, not now. I needed to know about my mother, what Elijah never told me--what my father had been hiding. I had never questioned, never even wavered in his teachings. So I knew I could never be my own person until I knew the truth. These were my goals. My aspirations. Not Elijah's, not Morax's. I needed this. "Then, let's explore the past. Shall we?" Her hands lifted, and before I knew
My knees hit the dirt. My hands lay bare against the soil.Still, I'm unable to move as the blazing glory I had just witnessed vanished into the undisturbed blades of grass. There were no more screams, no more gut-wrenching sounds of blistering flesh. Just cicadas and a thundering pulse in my chest, pushing at the bounds of my mind. I was scared to move despite knowing exactly where I was.The smell in the air was undoubtedly the Aconite Pack territory. I was back.All the air seized from my lungs. My fingers trembled as I clutched at the grass, trying to catch my breath. The harbinger mark was still searing into my flesh. It felt like a hot brand of iron tearing through my skin, but it was nothing compared to the ache in my chest. I was back. But my mom. . . I caught Mrs. Pearl's scent on the wind, along with Angelica's. But I didn't budge an inch, not even when I heard someone kneel beside me.I felt frozen. Like my leg had snapped right along with hers, even though it was
Elijah Pov."So, are the rumors true or not?" Zuri's voice settled in the air, collecting dust on the table while I tried to find my voice. I didn't wanna admit it, but when Miqella exchanged a look with me, I knew this shit was real. Everything this stranger was saying about Robin, all the messed up "deals" laid out by my sperm donor, the horror of it all, was all true. She caught us up on all the daily chatter, even explaining who or what exactly my sister was. According to the rumors swept up by my father, he claimed Robin was the offspring of the previous Goddess Harbinger. That part I knew was true, but he claimed that for some reason, her blood was special...unlike mine.Was it because I was a guy? I had no clue.But. he swore up and down, she was a partial reincarnation of the moon Goddess. The rumors spread like wildfire in the city, everyone talking about her mark. Because of it, he was growing a hell of a following. I guess, not many people would turn down the opp