Aria.
Three days. That's how long I last on my own before everything goes to hell. I'm staying in a cheap motel outside the city, paying cash and using a fake name. The room smells like cigarettes and broken dreams, but it's better than going home and pretending my life is normal. I spend my time researching. The motel has terrible wifi, but I manage to find scattered information about supernatural bloodlines and ancient magic. Most of it sounds like fantasy novel garbage, but some things make my skin crawl with recognition. The First Blood. The Ancients. Children of the moon and stars who walked the earth before humans learned to make fire. According to one website that looks like it was made in 1995, they were the original supernatural beings. Gods, almost. They created other species as servants, werewolves to hunt, vampires to feed, witches to work magic. But something went wrong. The servants rebelled. The Ancients disappeared, leaving only their mixed-blood descendants scattered across the world. Descendants like me. I'm reading about ancient rituals when someone knocks on my door. My blood freezes. Nobody knows I'm here. Nobody should be able to find me. "Room service," a woman's voice calls. I didn't order room service. I creep to the window and peek through the curtains. Three people stand outside my door. Two men and a woman, all dressed in black. They look normal, but something about them makes my skin crawl. The woman knocks again. "We know you're in there, little Ancient. Open the door." Ancient. They know what I am. I grab my bag and head for the bathroom window. It's small, but I'm skinny enough to fit through. I hope so. The window sticks. I push harder, and it finally opens with a loud screech. "She's running!" one of the men shouts. I heard the door explode inward as I squeeze through the window. I drop onto the ground behind the motel, scraping my knees on the concrete. "Find her!" the woman screams. "The Council wants her alive, but if she fights, kill her!" The Council? What Council? I run into the woods behind the motel, branches tearing at my clothes. Behind me, I hear them crashing through the trees. They're fast. Too fast for normal humans. I need help. I need Jace. I pull out my phone and dial his number, still running. "Aria?" He answers on the first ring. "Where are you? I've been going crazy.." "Someone's hunting me," I gasp. "Three people. They mentioned something called the Council." The line goes quiet for a second. When Jace speaks again, his voice is deadly serious. "Where are you right now?" "Woods behind the Sunset Motel on Highway 9. Jace, I'm scared." "I'm on my way. Stay on the phone with me. And whatever you do, don't let them catch you." A howl echoes through the trees behind me. But it's not a wolf howl. It's something else. Something is wrong. "They're not human," I whisper. "I know. They're hunters. Supernatural bounty hunters who work for the Council of Elders." "What do they want with me?" "Your bloodline threatens their power structure. If word gets out that an Ancient bloodline still exists, it could change everything." I trip over a fallen log and go down hard, skinning my palms. My phone flies into the darkness. "Jace?" I call out, but I can't find it. Footsteps crash through the underbrush nearby. Getting closer. The runes on my arms start glowing brighter, responding to my fear. The silver light cuts through the darkness like a beacon. Great. Now I'm a walking target. "There!" The woman's voice is closer now. "I see her light!" I stumble to my feet and keep running, but I'm getting tired. My lungs burn, and my legs feel like jelly. I break through the tree line and find myself on a narrow country road. In the distance, I see headlights racing toward me. Please be Jace. Please be Jace. The car screeches to a stop, and Jace jumps out. He's not alone, Tyler and two other guys from the hockey team are with him. "Get in!" Jace shouts. I run toward the car, but something slams into me from the side. One of the hunters, a man with dead eyes and too-sharp teeth. "Got you, little Ancient," he snarls. His hand closes around my throat, and pain explodes through my body. But it's not the electric pain from before. This is something else. Like he's trying to drain something out of me. "Let her go!" Jace's voice is different now. Deeper. More animals than humans. I look over and see him changing. His body grows larger, muscles bulging. His fingernails turn into claws, and his teeth become fangs. He's shifting into his wolf form. "Stay back, wolf," the hunter says. "This doesn't concern your pack." "She's my mate," Jace growls. "Everything about her concerns me." The hunter laughs. "Your mate? Do you have any idea what she is? What she could become?" "I know exactly what she is." "Then you know she's too dangerous to live." The hunter's grip tightens around my throat. Black spots dance in my vision. But then something inside me snaps. The runes on my skin explode with silver light. Power races through my veins like liquid fire. The hunter screams and lets go of me, his hands smoking where he touched my skin. I stand up, and I feel different. Stronger. More than human. "Impossible," the woman hunter whispers, stepping out of the trees. "The bloodline was supposed to be dormant." "Looks like you were wrong," I said, and my voice sounds strange. Ancient. Powerful. The silver light spreads from my skin to the air around me. The hunters took a step back, fear replacing confidence in their eyes. "Kill her!" the woman shouts. "Kill her now before she awakens fully!" All three hunters rushed at me at once. I raise my hands, and silver fire erupts from my palms. The hunters scream as the fire hits them. But instead of burning them, it does something worse. It makes them fade, like they're being erased from existence. In seconds, they're gone. Completely gone. I stare at my hands in shock. What did I just do? "Aria." Jace's voice is gentle now. He's back in human form, approaching me slowly like I'm a wild animal. "It's okay. You're safe." "I killed them." "No, you sent them back where they came from. That's what Ancient fire does to shadow creatures." "Shadow creatures?" "The Council's hunters aren't fully human anymore. They've been twisted by dark magic." I look at my hands again. The silver fire is gone, but I can still feel the power humming under my skin. "What's happening to me?" "You're awakening. Becoming what you were always meant to be." "And what's that?" Jace steps closer, his green eyes full of something that looks like worship. "The most powerful being on earth." Before I could respond, my phone buzzed in the grass where I dropped it. A text message from an unknown number. Impressive display, young Ancient. But three hunters are nothing compared to what's coming. The Council has decided you're too dangerous to live. Run all you want. Hide all you want. We will find you. And when we do, not even your wolf mate will be able to save you. - M I showed the message to Jace. His face goes pale. "Who's M?" I ask. "Magnus," he whispers. "The most powerful member of the Council. If he's coming for you personally." "What?" Jace meets my eyes, and I see fear there. Real, bone-deep terror. "We need to run. Now. Because Magnus doesn't send hunters to do his dirty work." "Then what does he do?" "He comes by himself. And when Magnus comes for you, people don't just disappear." He pauses, swallowing hard. "They're erased from history itself. Like they never existed at all.”Aria.Three days. That's how long I last on my own before everything goes to hell.I'm staying in a cheap motel outside the city, paying cash and using a fake name. The room smells like cigarettes and broken dreams, but it's better than going home and pretending my life is normal.I spend my time researching. The motel has terrible wifi, but I manage to find scattered information about supernatural bloodlines and ancient magic. Most of it sounds like fantasy novel garbage, but some things make my skin crawl with recognition.The First Blood. The Ancients. Children of the moon and stars who walked the earth before humans learned to make fire.According to one website that looks like it was made in 1995, they were the original supernatural beings. Gods, almost. They created other species as servants, werewolves to hunt, vampires to feed, witches to work magic.But something went wrong. The servants rebelled. The Ancients disappeared, leaving only their mixed-blood descendants scattered
Aria.I didn't go to school the next day or the day after that.I sat in my room, staring at the runes that appear and disappear on my skin like some twisted magic trick. Sometimes they glow bright silver. Sometimes they fade until I can barely see them. But they're always there, reminding me that my life is no longer normal.Mom thinks I have the flu so I let her believe it.On Wednesday, a knock came to my bedroom door."Aria, honey? You have a visitor," Mom called.My stomach immediately dropped. I have never had any visitor before. Please don't let it be Jace. I'm not ready to face him yet."Who is it?" I asked."A boy from school. Says his name is Tyler?"Tyler? What does Tyler want with me?I dragged myself downstairs, still in my pajamas and oversized hoodie. Tyler is standing in our living room, looking uncomfortable and out of place among Mom's antique furniture."Hey," he says when he saw me."What do you want?" I don't have the energy to be polite."Jace sent me." He repli
Aria."You're insane," I whisper, staring at Jace like he's grown a second head.He just sat there, calm as can be, watching me with those predatory green eyes. Like what he just said makes perfect sense. Like telling someone they're "yours" is totally normal."Am I?" he asks, tilting his head. "Look at your hands, Aria."I glance down at my hands resting on the white nurse's office sheets. They look normal. Pale, shaky, but normal."I don't see anything.""Look closer."Something in his voice makes me obey. I hold my hands up to the fluorescent light, turning them over. For a split second, I swear I saw something. A faint shimmer under my skin, like moonlight on water.Then it's gone."You're messing with me," I said with anger bubbling up in my chest. "This is just another way to humiliate me, isn't it? Get the weird girl to believe in fairy tales."Jace leans back in his chair, and for the first time since I've known him, he looks hurt. Actually hurt."You think this is a game?""Y
Aria.Monday morning came too fast. I stood in front of my bedroom mirror, staring at the girl who looks back at me. Same messy brown hair, same tired eyes behind thick glasses, same invisible girl who got destroyed in the library three days ago."You can do this," I whisper to my reflection. "Just get through the day."But the moment I step into Silverridge Academy's halls, I know it's going to be hell."Hey, look who it is," Tyler calls out from near the lockers. "Library girl."My stomach drops. I kep`t my head down and walked faster, but their laughter followed me like a shadow."I heard she asked Storm for his autograph," someone else says, loud enough for half the hallway to hear."No way. Really?""Yeah, totally threw herself at him. So embarrassing."The lies spread like wildfire. By the second period, everyone thinks I'm some desperate stalker who begged Jace Storm for attention. The truth doesn't matter. It never does.In English class, I slide into my usual back-row seat an
Aria.The library is my sanctuary. Tucked away in my corner booth by the tall windows, I can watch the world of Silverridge Academy pass by without anyone noticing me. Students rush past with their designer bags and perfect smiles, their laughter echoing through the marble halls like music I've never learned to play."Another thrilling Friday night planned, I see," I whispered to myself, adjusting my thick-rimmed glasses as I highlight another passage in my Advanced Literature textbook. The yellow marker has become my best friend over the years, reliable, quiet, and never judgmental.I've perfected the art of being invisible. I sit in the back row of every class, never raise my hand unless directly called upon, and eat lunch alone while buried in whatever book can transport me far away from this place. It's easier this way. Safer too."Aria Vale." I practice saying my own name sometimes, just to remember what it sounds like. Most days, I wonder if I disappeared entirely, would anyone