Emma kept hitting at the walls, tears slipping from her eyes, ignoring Prescott's words that her efforts were in vain. According to him, the walls couldn't be broken down. When she looked and noticed that the elders were laughing at her, and the boys were now approaching her again, her anger knew no limits. It burned and kindled as memories blinded and subdued her mind.The acts of the elders especially brought up her timid days to her, days she had thought she had forgotten totally, days when she had been a nerd, days when she had been bullied.Their laughters resonated with the laughters of Karen and her clique who had made it a point of duty to bully her every minute of her life in school, and her eating habits hadn't helped it either.She remembered the taunts and the beatings, the pranks and the false reports, her slavery and the abuse of her knowledge - at that time the group had always loaded her with their assignments, promising hell and thunder if she had ever dared to retu
Lily had been so happy when the commotion had been going on; that her new friend, Emma, was the chosen one, the prophecy. Although overwhelmed with surprise and awe, she had been thankful for it. She had heard about the prophecy one time from her mother, and her aunt, Leonarya, and it had fascinated her then; the goodwill of the gods to stop a war that might rid the earth even of humans.But when she had found no symbol on the latter's back, she had been distraught. Distraught was an understatement actually.She was besotted to Emma already, she saw her now as an elder sister she hadn't had, ever since the previous day when the latter had taken to the park, and had pushed her enough to put her trust on her and ride on the Ferry's wheel.And then the fact that she hadn't left her and ran away when she had felt the dark energy in the air at the dark of the night, had humbled her.It was true that she had been drugged by an ancient drowsy pill, but she had been conscious of her environme
"Hello Damon..." Emma greeted sarcastically, hands akimbo, aware but not bothered of the bewildered glances they were receiving from the occupants of the room. She knew what was going on in their mind already. They were confused on how she had come to meet and know of the two brothers. She could hear Prescott in her mind; he wanted to know how she had met the stronger twin. She could also feel Daniel's heated gaze on her. For a second, she had contemplated sticking around for some minutes and fawning over Damon, to irk the life out of Daniel, but abandoned the idea, when she remembered that Derek was in danger. "You guys know each other already?" Zipfarah asked, darting her eyes from Emma to Damon. She had been surprised too. Had he met her during the mission? She hoped that nothing had transpired between them romantically. She wasn't ready to have another family war on her hands. She wasn't ready at all for history to be repeated for she had already known that Daniel liked the
Some place, an hour later:"Your mother has been poisoned."The beautiful woman looking out of a gigantic window was spoken to by her friend."Poisoned? How is that possible?"She asked, turning around to glance at her friend, her face ashened in worry."I don't know. She had fell to the floor, after the meeting with the council some minutes ago. They are attending to her." Her friend stated, but she shook her head."But who could have done this, Ketura?" She asked, clasping her hands together as she walked majestically away from the window to a stool across that station."Nobody knows. But they suspect your sister." Ketura replied, walking to meet her at her newest position."I have to go then." She replied, furrowing her eyebrows."You can't go back, at least not yet. You know they believe you are dead. And if you do go back, then all our plans which we have spent years on orchestrating would all be in vain. It wouldn't make sense then." Ketura implored, placing her hand on the woma
Emma breathed out heavily in relief, reclining her head at her bed's board, as Prescott communicated to her that the queen was out of the clutches of death. Now she could leave, without feeling weird about doing so.She had been scared out of her wits when the Queen had slumped to the floor after dismissing the council. She remembered the shouts and gasps from the council. It had been a flood of movements after that. The boys carrying the queen to her chambers, the elders moving in, calling out to the healer in the community, an aged woman who had been dressed in just a light wrapper, knotted at her shoulders. The twin sisters had been in a daze, tears slipping off their eyes which they hadn't bothered to wipe off, the twin brothers had been pacing up and down the room, Damon especially, had cursed at intervals, promising hail and thunder on Leonarya if anything should happen to his grandmother.She had felt sorry for the family, putting herself in their shoes. She knew she might ha
He could no longer fool himself. Slowly, with infinite weariness, Aiden closed the leather-bound book. This was the end. He could no longer bear it. The books he loved so much could not push away the stark, raw loneliness of his existence. The study was lined with books, floor to ceiling on three of the four walls of the room. He had read every one, committed a great many to memory over the centuries. They no longer provided solace for his mind. The books fed his intellect but broke his heart.He could not sleep either.It was midday but he couldn't sleep, and he didn't know why.Another effect of the ring?He wasn't sure, and he didn't want to disturb his twin brother again.He had slept off after talking to him, only to wake up after seeing the same lady in his dream.It made him wonder where Emma was.He hadn't seen her since Friday. Perhaps he would try to fly around, and check in on her. He thought, putting on a cloak."Why are you so sad?"Aiden became still, only his soulless
Aiden flew pass the forest, searching for the location of the mystery woman, his heart beating furiously as he pondered on the issue which confused him. If the woman was his lifemate, why had he been attracted to Emma? Why had he seen colors with her being around?A short smile danced on his lips as his eyes located a small community, and then the small, but biggest house there.The house was small, at the edge of the forest where the mountain met the timberline. It was surrounded by other small bungalows. The interior was dark, with only a few lights glowing softly in one or two rooms and perhaps a hallway, while the witches took their rest. He knew that he had stepped into a witch zone. He was aware that it might ruse up a war. But his confirmation of who the lady was, was worth it.He settled on the balcony outside her second-story window and became still. His dark, burning eyes found her through the clear glass, found her and claimed her.She was small-boned, curvy, with a tiny wa
In the protection of his home, Aiden paced with a long-forgotten restless energy. He thought of her soft skin, how it would feel beneath his palm, under his body, how it would taste. The thought of her mass of silky red hair brushing his heated body, the line of her vulnerable throat exposed to him, excited him. His body tightened unexpectedly. Not the mild physical attraction he had felt as a fledging, but a savage, demanding, relentless ache. Shocked at the erotic twist his thoughts began to pursue, he imposed rigid discipline. He could not afford real passion. He was shocked to find he was a possessive man, deadly in his rages and protective beyond measure. This kind of passion could not be shared with a witch; it was far too dangerous.This was a woman of freedom, strong for a mortal, and she would fight his nature at every turn. He was not human. His was a race of beings with animal instincts, imprinted before birth. Better to keep his distance and satisfy his curiosity on an int