Avena Slade who is born with the Nyxian blood is rejected by her supposed mate when she finally comes of age. She then moves back to her old Nation and there she finds out she has been given a second chance mate; the one boy she used to have the biggest crush on when she was a little girl. What happens when she learns her mate still has a bit of resentment from years ago against her and it affects them both? What happens when she learns of the tragic fate that awaits her and the real truth from years ago? And also when she becomes more determined to control her powers and discover her unique abilities. Will she accept him as her mate? Or will the mate reject her like the previous one because of her being a Nyxian blood? Will she uncover the truths from years ago? Will she be able to change the ugly fate that awaits her and her fated mate? Will she be able to master and find out her unique abilities? And will she be able to able to handle the betrayal that comes with all of that?
View MoreAVENAI dashed into the sand immediately. I just had to dodge her and be as fast as I could. As long as I was fast on my feet, I’d have the advantage and me being smaller in weight than her seemed to give me another advantage. The sand was heavy on my legs than I expected but I tried to keep my feet light and make me way through it as fast as possible. My heart pounded in my chest and Sage didn’t seem to be disturbed surprisingly or want to be let out how she did some times when I trained alone. This made me worry less as I didn’t have to think about her randomly spouting out and ending the game for me even before it started. Instead it gave me a little space in my brain to notice the dry dusty air that was settling in my throat busily. As I ran and gazed forward, the only thing in my central vision being the rolled up scroll, I knew I had to get it and most especially, get it fast. I was almost there, arms stretched out forward and my fingertips almost halfway on the scroll that I
AVENAAfter the announcement, a random lot was drawn to determine which two teams would compete against whom and as if fate really wanted to see both Isaac and Marco fight, the two packs were competing against each other. I saw a devious smirk spread on Isaac’s lips and felt a little prick of uneasiness embarrass me. I only hoped he wasn’t up to anything mischievous.We stood in a straight line to determine our order to play. Strength and gender were irrelevant now because it didn’t matter whether or not the person you were up against was male or female or stronger or weaker. You just had to fight them. Some said it was cruel, to me, I didn't really mind.My eyes went to my partner and it was a girl from another class. She was a head taller than I was and a little more muscular. She had her brown hair pulled back in a bun and her arms folded, scanning the area and assembling students. She seemed to have noticed me staring at her and then turned to meet my gaze. Her dark eyebrows shot
AVENAOn the way out, Marco and I had a little chit-chat. It was just him asking me about my life the past few years, how the other pack had been and if I remembered my memory. It was nice that I was talking to him and he was just as fun as the little I could remember from back then.We turned around the corner and then reached the large grassy field, which was just beside the schoolyard, away from the parking lot, to see that a huge deep box had been positioned at one end of it, filled with sand. The box looked a bit spacious like it could contain at least fifteen people in it. And I wondered why it was here. I guessed everyone was thinking the same thing because they started to murmur amongst themselves. “Why is there so much sand in there?” I said and Sera mumbled something. Just then, I noticed Isaac’s presence and spun around. I locked eyes with him immediately and his eyes were glaring directly at me. I could also feel the annoyance and slight jealousy through our bond. And I
AVENAThe girls filled me in how they usually had pack group games each session during the beginning of the session. Two days were dedicated to each grade and they usually started with the higher grades - us.The games were crafted based on the standards and difficulties of that particular grade and helped evaluate different sections of each pack, such as skills, agility, intelligence, etc.By the end of the games, each scores were added to the pack project that was usually done later on in the semester. It was... all interesting to me per say. We never had this at my old school so it piqued my interest immediately.I was also curious to know if my shifting was still running wild and unable to control and if, perchance, finding my mate had affected it in a positive light. Or if at all, I was a bit close to even figuring out my unique abilities. "I'm pretty sure the Silvermoon and Mystic pack are going to go neck and neck this year, again, especially if there are combat games include
ISAAC“It’s not worth three weeks suspension, Isaac Langston.” Principal Taurus said. She had her hands folded, leaning back into her seat and pouring her unwavering gaze at me through her glasses. She was stern in everything she did, that I knew. And her rigid personality showcased itself in everything in her life. From how she dressed up to how she ran the school and in the little way of how she arranged her desk, always ensuring that her desk name plate bore, ‘PRINCIPAL TAURUS’ boldly written in the fine print was sat at the edge of the finely polished desk, in the exact same line and place. Her office space itself was the same as her, a dark shade of depressing blue and a historian wall clock, over her mini library that couldn't wait to announce what hour it was at the moment with a tic-tok sound. Her only flaw had to be that her sternness and principled nature had not rubbed off on her daughter because everyone in school and the UPC if I was not mistaken, was aware that her dau
AVENA "I mean f*ck her. She's lame, to be honest." Clay grumbled as he poured out some cereal into his plate the next morning. "You need to beat her a*s someday." "Watch your words, cuss lord." Nell scolded from beside him, her voice harbouring a sharpness in it. She gave him a look and took the cereal box from his grasp. Asher gave a low chuckle from his seat in front of me before dragging his steaming cup of coffee to his mouth and taking a sip. "What?! She's eighteen now. She knows these things." Clay retorted, his voice raising in defence and gaining an eye roll from Nell. He shook his head sighing, before going to the fridge to get a new milk carton for his cereal. I was seated by the table for breakfast, dressed in a fitted yellow pastel-coloured flowery patterned top and some loose baby blue jeans with casual sneakers. My hair was in a slick back ponytail which I had had Nell and Aunt Mona design with baby blue hair pins. My cherry-flavoured lip gloss was laid beside
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