Sacred Flame

I don't remember much of my childhood, which in and of itself could be a blessing in disguise. My dreams seem to have blurred fact and fiction, but from what I do recall, a patrol found me covered in blood, barely clinging to life, drifting in and out of consciousness near the remains of what was once my parents. I was three then, and now that I’m turning eighteen, I can barely remember their faces. I often try to force myself to remember my childhood and how I wound up at an odd orphanage, but I am met with an impenetrable wall. I cannot remember the details of my parents’ faces, but I can, however, remember songs that my mother would sing about a fierce princess who would save us all. Growing up, I wished that I were that princess, but that was a destiny not meant for me.As for me, now, I am turning eighteen. I was raised in what I thought was a human orphanage, like many others. I was always picked last for everything and never got adopted. At thirteen, I was an outcast among outc

CassiusIf my parents were still alive, I would question them as to why they felt that my brothers and I needed a nanny. Most of all, this pathetic lump of flesh that's sprawled out on my bedroom floor. Avery won't just disappear, no matter how hard I push. Me and my brothers don't need her as our personal servant. We don't need a personal servant at all, we need our mates. But we won't be able to scent our mates until our Grand Ceremony. So until I can find my mate, I will enjoy making Avery’s life a living hell.She is on her hands and knees cleaning up the remnants of my breakfast. I push her face down on my carpet, “Lick it up like the pathetic lapdog you are. Lick every fucking drop!”End Cassius's POVI need to just do as he says so I can get out of here as soon as possible. The longer that I am here, the more I must endure. As I am licking up the spilled liquid, I imagine it is jasmine tea. I love jasmine tea, as it is the only thing that brings me comfort and peace. Cassius is

CassiusMy professors must hate me, because out of all of the students that I could be paired with, Mr. Chen chose Avery. Thanks to my parents, I see her enough at home, and now I have to put up with her here at school, too. She never belonged here and she won’t just disappear. My brothers and I don't need her because we are capable of caring for ourselves and this kingdom. Sometimes, I think that my parents assigned her to us just to torture me. In their ignorance, they assumed that her quiet nature would rub off on my brothers and me. All being around her does is infuriate me. She is so frail, meek, and plain. She doesn't deserve to be in the dragon world. I wish she would disappear into the human world from where she came. No doubt, they would reject her, too. Perhaps, that's why she was an orphan in the first place, even her own kind didn't want her. When I am king, no outsider will be accepted into our tribe unless they pass whatever task I assign. My parents were fools to uncon

I am trying to memorize how my station was laid out when Mrs. Moore told the students to go to a station. I kept my eyes glued to my course guide when she told a boy to go to my station. I heard mumbling as he approached which made me look up. Fuck! It's Clint, and he looks about as happy about it as I feel. “Avery, don't say a word,” he growls. Yeah, I don't plan on it, bucko! What I am wondering is, why is fate so cruel? Rarely, have I been in a class with one of The Trio, yet now, the last half of my school day is consumed by them. I can't escape them! Why can't I escape them?***“Our wills and fates do so contrary run, that our devices are overthrown; our thoughts are ours, their end none of our own.” William Shakespeare***Maybe Shakespeare was right and that's why I can't escape them. For some reason, they are an obstacle on the path to my freedom. But what am I to learn from these obstacles? Thus far, The Trio has only shown me how not to be, and why humans and dragons shou

Cassius's POVAfter knowing that I am stuck with Avery as my lab partner if I want to graduate, I am really looking forward to meeting Jessica under the bleachers. My final class couldn't come soon enough. Luckily for me, it's PE, and Coach Knight is the teacher. Since he knows that we have practice after school and games on Friday nights, he lets the jocks skip. I get to the perfect spot before she does. I place my jacket on the ground and wait. Jessica doesn't make me ever wait long. That is one thing that I do like about her, as well as the fact that she gives great head. She can suck harder than the best vacuum cleaner ever invented. The best part is, we don't even have to talk. She falls to her knees on my coat and as she reaches for the fly on my jeans. Carefully, she lowers my zipper and reaches her soft hand into my pants, and grips my cock before she pulls it out. As her eyes grow hungry, she strokes my cock. Beads of precum line the tip as she licks her lips. Jessica and I