LOGINAnnora:
Fae aren't like werewolves.
We don't have singular destined mates.
We have many different mates and it's not uncommon. Some of them are potential, like Darin and Otto.
This typically means that they have traits that mesh well with ours, but it isn't a predestined connection.
Hecate hadn't fated us together, but we possessed something strong that was undeniable.
This could be friendship, alliances, or essentially someone you would get along with.
Fae communities had more say over who they ended up with, well, everyone but me, I suppose.
A genuine fated Fae connection was rare but not impossible.
Typically, you don't feel it until you reach your full power, but I could feel this.
I wasn't sure if he could, though.
My guess was that he couldn't.
While he looked at me with admiring eyes, they didn't speak the truth that I thought I would feel.
I could feel this conn
Annora: It's funny how certain things can jog a memory. A song that you used to love or listen to on repeat because you couldn't get enough of it can easily spark an emotion or a memory.The good, the bad, and the ugly.A place can tie your soul to a person or a memory of that person. Every time you are at or near that location or sometimes even think about it, you remember them or the memories with them.Smell was similar this way. As we enter the dining hall, the sundried tomatoes, sauteed onions, and garlic hit my senses like a freight train. Tuscan chicken, a meal I shared with Darin the first time we had a formal date.Darin's presence was all too heavy now. He was like the air that is required to breathe in order to survive; he continues to ensure that he is unavoidable at all costs.Did I owe him a conversation? Perhaps I did, out of respect for the time we spent together. Yet, on the other hand, I had felt that I owed him nothing after the way he had behaved.The hours I sp
Annora:Fae were the majority, in this dimension anyway. We often served as a mediator amongst other species and dimensions, although communication with other dimensions was sparse.Growing up, your early education consisted of the basics. Reading, writing, math, geography, so on and so forth - you get the idea.Further education wasn't mandatory and typically cost money; however, there were programs and schools for lower incomes and those with less in general. These studies were conducted throughout our pre-teen and teenage years and focused more on Fae-based knowledge.You learned about different types of Fae, their magic, weaknesses, and strengths, and took a deeper dive into not only Fae history but also more knowledge on all other species, etc.The Academies afterwards were, of course, to further specialize in a field. Magic-based courses were typically attended by regional leadership, those who worked within the region's domain, or a small variety of other specialties that req
Anorra:You know when you make a choice, consciously aware that it isn't the right thing to do and yet, every fiber in your body continued to push you to do it anyways? Well, that was me, in the here and now.Neither of Jacob or I spoke for what felt like an eternity. His chest was moving up and down with shallow breathing as his face drew closer to mine. The tiny hairs on my shoulder tingled as his fingertips brushed along my skin.A low cough comes from the doorway just as I start to feel his lips brush against my own. I quickly place my hand on his chest and pull away, looking over at El standing there looking more like a ghost than herself.My other hand is still holding the dress against my bare chest, although I feel more exposed than if I had been wearing nothing at all."El," I start, but I really had no idea what I was supposed to say. Jacob pulls away and rushes out of the room and my quarters like a bat out of hell."Nor, what do you think you're doing?" El asks quietly.I
Annora:A slight pang of jealousy lingers over me as I wonder if Chia and Jacob had slept together. I knew Chia had a crush on Jacob in the past, which was part of the reason she had brought him into our inner circle, but in typical Chia fashion, she never did share much about that type of stuff. I suppose we had that in common, being unable to be honest with even our closest friends and family.Of course, I had no place to feel any level or type of jealousy anyway. Jacob saved me once, big whoop. I was making too big a deal, I realize.It was either the commanding eye contact or the way I was annoyingly tapping my toe on the ground that finally made Jacob budge."I don't belong to any region, Nora," Jacob finally says.The hair on my body prickled gently across my pale skin, goosebumps traveling from the roots of my scalp all the way down my body.The light above us pulsed rapidly, mirroring my quickened heartbeat. The high-pitched humming radiating from the flickering glow slowly fa
Annora:It was like the world around me had stopped spinning, and yet gravity had pulled me to its core, making my knees feel wobbly.As El's words registered in my brain, I felt my thoughts go to mush.I should be happy and excited. That's what El would be expecting, but I'm neither of those things.I laugh awkwardly, petting Tochi softly as a distraction."Are you sure?" I ask, coughing to clear my throat."YES!" El is way too excited about this news.She doesn't know the truth, though. Jacob does, of course, he was there. He is studying me, gauging my reaction and interaction as it unfolds. I can feel my heartbeat quicken, but I don't let it show. I can't."Good. The next challenge is coming up, and I need both of you to be there. When does she arrive?" I ask cordially. I can't let it show. She can't know what I know, and at this point, the knowledge I do have is starting to feel hazy.How did I just see Chia, or at least a version of her, days ago, locked up in a room, and now s
Annora:It had been four days. Four days of knowing Chia was a vampire.Four days spent inside my quarters, avoiding everyone- every knock and every plea to come out. I wasn't listening.Four days, missing all of my classes. I knew I'd be behind, but quite frankly, I needed a reset, and I simply didn't care. It wouldn't take much for me to get caught up, and I had access to all of my books and the necessary content to stay current in our reading.It's 9 a.m., and I've already been awake for hours. I've showered, gotten dressed, done my hair and makeup, and been lying on my bed reading—not for school but for me.A knock comes from the entryway down the hall, and I contemplate even responding before I sit up in bed and hear the knock again.It's strange how something as simple as a knock can tell you who is at the door.Some people had signature knocks, whether it be the weight they put behind the knock itself, the number of times they knock, or the small jingle they always create when







