“Where did you say you were from again?” The brooding guy which turned out to be her history lecturer and now her personal tutor blurted out, further increasing her confusion. He had been nothing but a brute all day making her second guess her wish to find him, and now, he expects her to tell him where she was from, why would he even be interested in that. She considered not telling him anything at all because one, he didn’t deserve to know eventhough it wasn’t too much of a big deal, and two, she didn’t want to. She settled for vague.“I’m not from here sir,” she responded, “I have been here only once though but due to the distance...” She added so it seemed as natural as possible.“I know. I get you but I wasn’t asking if you were from here or not though. I asked where exactly you were from.” He pushed, still walking in step with her. Why is he still here?! Minutes ago he sounded like he’d rather be anywhere else but around her. Maybe he felt bad for being unnecessarily rude? Could
Clara sighed in relief when she arrived her room. She ached everywhere; physically and mentally. Dealing with that cold professor for the past two weeks was not something she had a pleasure of doing. She might have been glad to stare at his face for the entire session if he kept his vexing mouth shut."Hey Clara," Steven called, his gritty voice already a familiar sound to her ears."Yeah, what's up?" She called back, her hand frozen on the doorknob."Mr Storme said to come by seven pm today, said he had a class before you guys tutorial?" He quirked a brow at her, barely containing a smirk. "Never knew you were the tutorial type. Is there something I should know about?" She could see the hints of a smirk, causing a dent to appear in his right cheek."Seeing as you only started being a nuisance in my life barely two months ago, I doubt you'd know what type I am, idiot." She smiled back rollng her eyes "Escaping the question I see." Now he didn't bother hiding his smirk, his annoying d
Clara woke up with a throbbing ache and a needle to her temple. She grumbled rubbing at the side of her head, spreading her fingers towards her forehead. The pain intensified causing her to flip her leg over the edge of the bed. She opened the little box she always kept above her bed, picked some aspirin and gulped the tiny white pills, wrinkling her nose when the distasteful smell hit her nose. Just like everything else bad in her life, the headaches—if you could call mind numbing pain an ache— started just after her incident at the parking lot. She waved it off as just the usual morning headaches from cortisol levels but this was different, more painful, came anytime it so desired and worse of all, unheard of, or so the school nurse had put it. She made a mental note to visit a real doctor later that week, knowing at the back of her mind she would postpone it when the time arrived.She slipped off the bed taking her duvet along with her to save her some of the chill. She could swear
Those beautiful dark eyes that screamed to every fibre of her being to run clashed into her dark grey doe eyes. She couldn't look away, try as she may. Instead, she coughed, choking on air as she forced her gaze from his. Wrong choice, her line of sight pointed her to the 'creature' that she thought she had escaped in one of her nightmares.Oh God!She hoped the wolf thing doesn't show up next! The goblin looking creature looked like he was trying to tell her something, or warn her? There's nothing it would say that I'd want to listen to, she thought. All this time Mr Storme kept on looking at her, or rather looking through her. It couldn't be! Could he see this thing too? If he could that would mean she wasn't going crazy and everyone else could too. She opened her mouth to ask him but shut it when he snapped his head back down into the heavy text he was reading. Maybe it was a coincidence? Maybe he was trying to recall something and just happened to look that way at that exact momen
The barghest had been vanquished. Not a trace of hair, smoke or the smell of onions and garlic left. Still Lucian remained at that one spot where he had uttered the last words of an ancient chant he was taught as a kid to vanquish evil. He hadn't been sure it would work but it was the only thing he could think of that could work.He could feel her eyes on him, the hair at his nape standing as sharp as a pin. Voluntarily or not, he knew when she was around, could sense her presence before he even confirmed it. If it wasn't the citrus mixed with flowery scent that gave her away, it was the rush of his pulse, the skip in his breath, the feeling of eyes watching him, caressing him, making him yearn for something he shouldn't.He dreaded turning to her. What would he say? What could he say? She had asked if he saw it meaning she did as well so that could only mean she's a supernatural. What he wasn't sure of however was if she actually didn't know, or she was just pretending. The surprisin
217 BC"Luci, come here," Laura, a tall, brunette called, her hands outstretched waiting to be joined by her son's. "We're having a meeting with the leaders and I want you by my side, who knows you might be one of them someday." A hopeful smile graced her face as they brisk walked to the court room."Yes, as if those fragile aliens would ever allow that.""Well, they'd have no choice if your dad has something to say about it," She assured pulling his arm as she hurried to the double doors that marked the entrance to the town hall where fates were decided."Mother, wait. I told Van we'd go in together. Can we wait just five more minutes? Please mother." "You'd both be locked outside or sitting on air if we wait even a minute longer." She retorted not slowing down her pace in the slightest, if anything, she increased her pace."Well, I don't care about the stupid court case in the first place. Why do we even let powerless people contribute to our fates?" His face scrunched up in disgust
217 BCThe air was stale, spiced only by the bad blood and barely held back opinions. The tension could be cut by a knife and suffice should a thread suddenly be needed. He heard the double doors shut behind them and the walls closed in on him, they were trapped.What have they walked into?The division was as obvious as the grey sky and the strong wind. The Lortals sat on the left and the Lecanthers on the right. Usually the majority of the Lortals did, but on other days -good days, there would be a few Lortals scattered on the right and a few shifters scattered on the left. The gods, however, never left the right but today, no one was even a toe on the wrong side.Laura pulls on Lucian's hand as she sat looking just as confused as he felt. Their confusion was soon cleared when a bag of blood with a touch of flesh was dragged in, a trail of merlot in his wake.Gasps erupted just as quickly as he had seen one of theirs in chains. It filled the space turning threads of bad blood into a
That was how what should have been ended as a squabble between the two factions became the match to a raging fire. "Ever heard of the Punic wars?" He asked, hoping he wouldn't have to explain that to a history and archaeology student."Wow! I knew to expect something unexpected but nothing could prepare me for that!" Clara exclaimed, a faraway look in those stormy eyes.Lucian inched to grind out his question again but held himself back. If she really didn't have any idea about being a supernatural then she was taking this as best as anyone would. He chose to be patient instead."Like I've heard stories about the wars between the humans and gods and how gods once lived among us but I always thought they were just that. Stories," she said, daring to look at Lucian."Then why are you a history and archaeology student? If you already have your mind set on not believing anything you have read or are taught.""I don't know. I just can't help myself when it comes to history. It's like this