LOGINMy expression must have said it all and so much more because she suddenly looked frightened (how do I do that?).
I couldn’t control my temper at that moment. I left her on the bed and stood in front of the window, I took a deep breath. And for a few heart beats, I concentrated on controlling my breathing. It was most certainly not easy, but finally, I could inhale and exhale normally. “I’m sorry, but how can you not know what I am?” (Damn, I thought I was an elf like my father. Finally, I thought there was someplace I was normal, and now I may not even be that. What the hell!) I turned around facing Justine. She didn’t look relaxed yet, so I gave her a little reassuring smile. “Were not sure because you’re of mixed blood. There are three possibilities: One your human. You ruled that possibility out by making the physical change, and as a baby, you had all the signs of a non-human baby. So we are certain you are not human. But…” “Why is there always a but?” I thought too loud. She just smiled and carried on. “Two you can be an elf or three. There is a possibility of you being a shape shifter.” I couldn’t help noticing her voice strain on the later part of her sentence. “Well…is that bad?” She smiled again, and this time, her smile was slightly strained. “If you are an elf, it will make life a whole lot easier, but…” “Again with the but” (Everything probably has a but because every race has a butt-I hope…) She just smiled again, looking a tad irritated and continued. “There is the chance you may be a shape shifter.” “A what?” “A shape shifter, you change form.” She said, looking irritated and now showing it. “Sorry is that bad?” “Seeing that the vampires and shifters declared war against each other, it may be the slightest of problems.” “Okay, I realized you used the plural for problem. What else is bad news?” I sounded exasperated. “Well it consists of more…much more training to control and use magic…” “Magic, what magic?” I interrupted her again before I could stop myself. (Magic? Is that good or bad?) She breathed out a sigh and seemed to grow older. “Mm, are you okay? Did I do something wrong?” I asked innocently like a child expecting a scolding. She gave me a loving look and patted next to her, moving my weapons aside. I sat next to her. While she was hugging me, she said: “No Nia you did nothing wrong. It is just hard to explain 18 years of knowledge in such a short period of time.” “I’m sorry, you start, and I won’t interrupt till the end.” I took an imaginary key and locked my lips. She laughed at that gesture and started talking. “Okay where to start. First of all, when a non-human is born, the baby grows faster than a human baby. At least elves and shape shifters are mostly the same. The most prominent difference between them is the shifters change shape. There are certain boundary’s and rules to the changing of shape depending on your blood and “pride”. Elves are much better magicians. There are also limits on wielding magic depending on the elves' age, blood, and maturity. Elves and shifters are the two races closer to nature than any other race. “Elves and shifters can train to be as strong and as fast as vampires, but vampires are born strong and fast. Vampires can’t wield magic, but they can have special abilities. The special abilities are very limited, and it doesn’t happen often that a vampire has a special ability. The vampires’ strength lies in the ability’s they possibly have and their age. The older the stronger, the stronger how much faster. Most importantly, the older the wiser. The elder normally is the ruler. “Vampires can not wield magic. Elves, shifters, and witches and wizards can. “Elves and shifters have been companions for centuries while the vampires have declared war multiple times over thd centuries. The werewolves are not enemies of the elves and shifters but… it is a bit more complicated… they are the enemies of some of the vampires… “I will have to come back to that later or you will learn that in school it is part of our history but what I can say now is their relationship is like that of dogs and cats. Some dogs and cats get a long while other dogs and cats scratch each other’s eyes out every time the opportunity presents itself. “Now we- the elves and shifters- have tried declaring peace, but their current leader made it very clear that peace was not in their plan. The vampires at this very moment are waiting on the fit, blood born king to come home and take his rightful place. When this “blood born king” takes over, we will try again to declare peace, but until then, we will have to wait.” She took a long breath and waited for a minute before she continued; “There are so many races; there are the vampires, elves, shape shifters, werewolves, witches, wizards, dwarves and many more magical creatures- as your world calls it- but there is also some races not even known yet. “Elves and shifters, luckily, have the same lifeline. We are immortal, but we grow fast till the age of five. The reason for this is self-defence and training. After five years old, we grow at a human pace until seventeen. At seventeen, you undergo your physical changes. At eighteen, your mental changes start, and that is when your magical abilities show themselves and you stop aging. That is why we have to leave for Pantelleria before you turn eighteen.” She hesitated for a while, trying to decide on how to continue. “Your magical abilities can get out of hand if you don’t know how to handle or control it. Some have even lost their lives without the proper training, and some have killed accidently. That is why it is so very important to learn the basics before you gain that magical ability even if there is a chance you will not have the ability to wield magic. “Witches and wizards learn from birth because it is their way of defence or even attack, they also train to gain physical strength but they mostly rely on their magic because their physical strength is parallel to that of a human’. Their magical abilities differ as well. Mostly, their magic is stronger and more prominent depending on the blood line. Some are even born without magic.” She looked a little remorseful, and I didn’t need to ask why. I could imagine what would happen to someone without any way of defending themselves. In one word - meal. “Our history is a very long subject that is dated back century upon century. Pantelleria is called so because it means lands’ end. Nobody comes looking for it, but those that do never find it. It is better that they never find it. It is better that a human stays far away from Pantelleria and the forest leading to its entrance.” She confirmed my suspicions. She looked absolutely exhausted now, so I decided not to ask her to continue or bother her with my questions, at least not until tomorrow. I had so many unanswered questions, and there is so much I wanted to know. Need to know. I felt so uneducated for this new world I was supposed to inhabit and apparently rule.I held her limp body against mine, our arms still curved instinctively around the baby—her baby—who writhed now, his small fists opening and closing as his thin, confused cries pushed into the terrible quiet. He had been still before, pressed tight against his mother’s breast as if he understood that silence was sacred. But now that her heartbeat had faded into nothing, he squirmed, sensing the absence, the change, the grief that thickened the room like smoke.I had never felt anything like this. Gods, I had spent years mastering the art of feeling nothing—locking every bruise, every scar, every memory, every emotion into a box so deep inside myself that even I could forget it was there. Ignore it long enough, and it stops hurting. Push it down far enough, and it stops existing. That had always been the rule.But this… this shattered all of it.Some of what churned inside me wasn’t even mine—I had opened myself, cracked the shell of who I was to give Zinnia strength, because she need
A sharp, white-hot bolt of pain tore through my abdomen and lower back, ripping me out of the fading fog of the coma. I had been half-aware of a distant, throbbing ache while drifting between sleep and reality, but this—this pain dragged me violently to the surface. My body felt hollowed out, drained, like whatever strength I once had was being siphoned away with every passing second. And the worst part…the part that sent terror fluttering in my chest…was knowing I needed that strength. I needed it to bring my child safely into this world, yet each brutal contraction devoured another piece of what little energy I had left.“Marcov…?” I managed to moan, my voice thin and cracked.He understood instantly—of course he did—and pulled Ackenora and William aside. When he returned, there was something I had never seen before in his expression: fear. Real, unguarded fear. It glimmered in his eyes like he was barely holding himself together. Seeing it sent a cold shiver through me.“We need to
There was something about Marcov I simply couldn’t stand.Of course, the fact that he was a paid killer topped that list — that alone was reason enough to keep my distance — but there was something else, something deeper and harder to name. It was in the way he carried himself, coiled and quiet, as though every muscle in his body was a fuse waiting to be lit. Even when he smiled, it never reached his eyes.I watched him from across the room. The low light of the chamber flickered against the metal detailing of his coat, glinting in time with the slow rise and fall of his breath. He sat beside Zinnia, his posture straight and unnervingly still, eyes fixed on something unseen. Every now and then, I thought I caught a flicker of worry ghost across his face — the faintest tightening of his jaw, a shadow in his gaze — but he would smooth it away almost instantly, as if even his emotions needed to be disciplined.I hoped she would make it through. Gods, I hoped she would.I had arrived at t
I was lost in one of my favorite dreams when the pounding on the front door shattered the calm. The echo ripped through the small cabin, and both Enrickio and I startled.He was on his feet in an instant, body tense, the low hiss in his throat a warning to whatever dared disturb us. His stance was so instinctive, so protective, that for a heartbeat I believed the danger was real.Then the door swung open.Marcov strolled into the sitting room as though he owned the place. With a casual flick of his wrist, Enrickio disappeared — gone in a shimmer of dreamlight.The ache that followed was all too familiar, that sharp tug of sadness every time I remembered: he wasn’t real. He has not been for a very long time.“Hi, Mamma.” Marcov’s smile curved, but it did not reach his eyes. It never did.“You’re lucky I wasn’t your mamma,” I said, forcing a thin smile to cover the sudden twist of pain.“Maybe I’d have turned out different if you were.” His tone tried for mockery, but the honesty beneat
“Baby?” His voice was low, rough around the edges, still heavy with sleep and something else—something that made my pulse quicken.I was still floating, my body spent and languid from the night we’d devoured each other. Slowly, I turned my head, meeting the blaze of his blue eyes—eyes that seemed to see straight through me.A slow, wicked grin curved his lips as his finger traced lazy patterns down my bare back. Goosebumps bloomed wherever he touched, following his path like a trail of fire. He watched them rise with quiet fascination, his expression half wonder, half triumph.He was silent for a moment, just breathing me in. Then again, softly—“Baby?”“Mm?” I murmured, my voice a sleepy purr, inviting, daring him to go on.“You never answered my question.”I blinked, a teasing smile tugging at my mouth. “Which one?”He shook his head, that grin of his widening, eyes bright with mischief and something heartbreakingly sincere.“Run away with me.”Those four words shattered the dream I
As my eyes fluttered open, the world slowly swam back into focus—and with it came an overwhelming wave of relief. Familiar faces filled my blurred vision, faces I had longed for in every waking moment away from home. My babies were nestled close to the bed, their small bodies pressed against the mattress as if afraid I might vanish again. My mother and father sat in chairs pulled tight to my bedside, their postures weary but alert, hands clasped together as though holding each other up.The worry etched into their expressions melted the moment our eyes met, replaced by tears of relief that shimmered like sunlight after a storm. I breathed in shakily, my chest aching with gratitude. I was home. I was home—and I silently thanked Draco for bringing me back where I belonged.Mom’s face crumpled as she leaned forward, wrapping me in her arms, pressing the twins into my side. Their warmth, their scent—the pure, living weight of them—filled every hollow space inside me. It was the best medic







