I've been holding Harriet's hairbrush for an hour, passing it from one hand to the other, with no luck. Blake is reading an old newspaper we found about missing students. It seems people have been disappearing from our school for years.
Blake points his finger at an article. "Listen to this: a Fae girl named Hannah was found dead in the lake. Her body was rotten, but otherwise, there were no signs of any weapon having been used. The teachers think she drowned."
I nod. "The date?"
"She died in December 1993. I believe she was the first victim, and I doubt a Fae would drown. They don't enjoy swimming, to begin with, or at least Daisy hates it."
"I see." I'm dragging a finger over my lips, finally having put down the hairbrush since it's not giving me any clues. "Lucy said that demons don't need to suck souls, but that a person can turn into a demon by eating souls. It's part of the process."
"So we are dealing with someone wanting to become a demon?"
LucyA few days ago, I woke up without most of my memories. Luckily, I'm street smart—I know I've been in another realm before I woke up sweaty and confused in the darkest pit of hell. There is a blue mark on my neck to prove it, and the fragments I keep seeing of a woman's moving lips are another clue.The problem is, the only way to see this woman is to get smacked in the head, literally. So these days, my most fantastic hobby is fighting in the ring against other demons. The area with its lava and loud, cheering audience has become my home."Aaaand the next fighter is... LUCIFER!"The crowd goes wild as I step into the ring, drying my lips with the back of my hand. I have yet to see who my opponent will be, but I feel it won't matter—I can beat them."And his opponent will be... LAMIA!"I look at my opponent, aware of the crowd cheering louder for her than they did for me. She is a gigantic snake woman, one who smirks at me in
Lucy After the worst rollercoaster ride of my entire life, I shake my head and blink life into my eyes. I'm no longer in hell, which wouldn't be a problem—if things were not so huge in the realm of the living! Blue lights and glowing, enormous mushrooms surround me, and I chirp. Wait. Chirp? Slowly, I stare down at my hands, only to realize I don't have any! I have tiny claws, and I chirp in panic—fuck, I'm a dragon, but I'm a baby! How am I supposed to survive like this?! Desperately, I try to take another form, only to realize I possess no demonic powers. Beelzebub took them, so the only thing I can do is rest and regain them by training, battling, and eating. But how am I supposed to do any of that in this state!? I'm bird food right now, not more significant than a kitten! Cautiously, I search around, taking in my surroundings. Everything is glowing, enchanted by magic. Whales with wings instead of fins are singing
RavenI'm devastated. We have read every single article about people disappearing from our school, and not a single one has given us new information about my mother's disappearance.Hayden vaguely remembers my mother has worked as a teacher here, but he doesn't know what happened to her. The memory is blurry, making us believe someone has meddled with his and other students' minds—Blake can't recall her either.Therefore, we are now reading about what it takes to create a demon. Blake snuck into the prefect section of books with Daisy's key. He fetched every forbidden spellbook and found pretty creepy stuff. Now, the entire library floor is filled with books. And we are flipping through the pages of the one about demons."Here it is," Hayden places the large, brown book onto the table, blowing dust from the opened page. He then points at the text. "Ninety-nine souls of young women are needed for the sacrifice ritual to summon the soul of a corrupted
Lucy As a demon, I don't dream often. Emotions are a blessing I've been given, and now, as I blink life into my eyes, I realize that I've been granted the experience of lucid dreaming. It seems I can't control what is happening or change from my insignificant dragon form. I'm rushing in darkness, darting between giant, ghostly trees. My mind is scattered and hunting for something in the unknown, and I don't stop until I pick up a voice. "Is this a vision?" A woman asks. "Another weird dream?" I produce a squeak, already overwhelmed by the voice of my mate. The woman I've been searching for is here! Soundlessly, I crawl under a bush, spying at a woman sitting by a lake surrounded by willow trees. Her dark, shining hair is cascading down her back in waves. A noble dress is flowing around her delicate, short body, and my chest aches with painful shyness. My mate—she is so beautiful while I'm this minor baby dragon. I'm not worthy of her!
RavenI wake up crying, but not because I'm sad—I'm brimming with hope! The most beautiful dream came to me at night. I met Lucy again! Heat and passion came off him in waves. My feet swayed when I saw him, and the mate-bond set fire to the rain. Lucy is alive! He was a baby dragon, weakened and unable to speak telepathically, but I felt the mate-bond."I have to tell Blake and Hayden!" I shout.In a rush, I climb from my bed and pull on my jeans. I'm struggling with my zipper, but in the end, I leave it open. There are more critical things than caring about flashing your panties through a tiny hole!As I speed past the mirror, I can tell my hair looks like a bird's nest, but fuck it—ain't none got time to wait for a snail!I run out through the door like a lunatic, screaming and waving my hands up in the air. Luckily for me, people seem to stay clear of the village idiot, and I round the corner without anyone bumping into me."N
I'm panting, huffing, as I glare at the last werewolf who dared to attack me. It scrambles away in fright, and I blow out some steam through my nose. Hayden is fighting an entire group of wolves, and I glance to my left, blood draining from my face when I spot Alina.The beautiful Fae is stepping onto the field, glimpsing around with a thoughtful expression. When she spots her injured mate, that peaceful elegance she carries everywhere gets replaced with rage. Her eyes widen, and I stop breathing when she finds me."What is happening?" Alina asks. Her voice is lashed with inner rage, and her eyes turn cold. "Raven, why are you fighting for the vampire's cause?"I freeze. "What do you mean?"Her eyes narrow, lips parting. "The vampires are blaming the Fae for Hayley's death, but we are innocent! You shouldn't take their side! I thought we were friends!""We are friends!" I shout at her, try to calm her down. "But Hayden is my friend too! We don't ha
Hayden helps me down on my bed with enough gentleness to make me smile. His eyes then scan me for injuries when I wince in response. I'm in much worse shape than I thought. My ribs are hurting, probably fractured. It's as if a herd of elephants has run over me, broken my back in the commotion."Ouch." I lean back against one of my pillows. My room feels too warm, or maybe my blood is too hot. Either way, I'm dizzy and sweating on top of my injury, feeling adrenaline surge through me like an inner river. "Remind me to never fight against a wind user again. Alina is crazy powerful, and she didn't play fair."Hayden's lips twitch into an insecure smile. "I honestly didn't think you would win against Alina. She is powerful and older than you. I believe she has had more training, and I was ready to step in at the end. But in the end, you didn't need my help—your powers amaze me."I laugh, although it hurts my jaw. "Yes, I won, but tomorrow my entire body will b
Lucy Finally, I’m powerful enough to shape-shift into a human. Today, I need to convince Jessie to allow me to leave the Fae kingdom. Raven isn’t here, but I intend on finding her. With her pale white skin and striking blue eyes, she stole my heart and infected my thoughts. I can no longer stop thinking about her. She was so kind in my dream, caring despite being a powerful witch. Mostly, I think of Raven in dresses because that’s what she was wearing in the dream. The image I have imprinted into my skull shows the smooth arch of her graceful jaw and her cheeks plumping when she smiles, showcasing that cute gap between her front teeth. In my mind, I kiss those lips before letting my hands map down to the rest of her curvy body. Her booty should have its zip code, and her breasts are gorgeously round. I want to touch them, caress them, knowing how soft they must be. “Lucy?” I snap back to reality. I’m inside the barn with Jessie. “Yes,