'Get the white dragon. Get the white dragon!' For the tenth time, the voice rang clearly in his ears. It was so disturbing that Melvin had to put down his juice to look for the source, though he knew it was going to be useless. He never found it. But he had to try, at least to let his inner self know that he was doing something to stop the creepy voice from pestering him. He looked everywhere. Restroom? No! Backstage? No! Under the table? No! If it wasn't for the coat covering his sweaty shirt, he'd probably look like some sort of lunatic. "Hey, what are you looking for?" Jordan asked, lifting the laced tablecloth from the opposite end to meet his eyes. "Nothing." He avoided his stare and went away. 'There's no white dragon!' Melvin yelled in his mind. He sensed it smirked, having said no more. Walking past the ongoing commotion he wasn't aware when it started, he spared it a quick glance. The crowd was wild. Too many pushes. He tripped, knocking his head into the hair of a pl
Drop by drop, her tears fell, forming tracks of despair on her pale face. At that moment, she was so weak that it seemed like she could be blown away by the chilly wind at any time. Her chest was heaving up and down, and every breath she took in resembled an icy blade, stabbing mercilessly at her heart. She didn't want to believe what the truth was showing. But there was no escape. "Don't touch me," Miracle hissed when he approached to help her stand. Mynheex was gone. And there stood Melvin in silence, neither moving forward nor backward. She stared daggers at him, hating how he was still in his suit but no longer the same person she knew. His hair was a mess. The bow tie at his collar was split apart, and green slime was splotched all over him with hints of blood peeking through from his fresh wounds. "You knew I was a white dragon." She choked back her tears. "But you pretended to have your memories lost, pretended to be an ordinary mortal, pretended to be a victim…" Miracl
Melvin wandered along the desolate street. Lamp posts flickered as he walked past. No sight of stars. No shadows of humans. He lost his footing and tripped over the uneven bricks of the cracked pavement. At this point, he didn't know what to do or where to go anymore. Should he go back to the Watsons? Would he be alive, then? Would he still be the old Melvin if they were aware of his real identity? He didn't know, but the answer was most probably a no. Things wouldn't be the same anymore no matter how hard he wanted them to be. He couldn't change the truth that he was a fallen angel. Their sworn enemy. His expression immediately hardened when he sensed footsteps approaching from behind. "Let's go home," said the voice. "Your real home." At first, he was reluctant to move. The countless lives and pearls laid in his hand, never in a million times he thought he'd regret craving for them until Melvin stepped into his demonic life. But now everything was too late. Who was he to
"Look, that's the monster! She's here!" "Wasn't it a prank?" "Excuse me? Hers was too real for that, ok?" "Whatever. I don't wanna think about it." Pairs of eyes fixed on Miracle as soon as she stepped into the school compound. It was different from when she first arrived. This time, there was no more amazement, but doubts and suspicions. When she sensed the increased attention, her hands on the bag straps began to shake in fear. It would've been much more obvious if Lyn hadn't wrapped her palm around hers. "Don't worry. Just act like you always do," Lyn whispered in her right ear. "Exactly. You still have us backing you up," mumbled Kingsley in her other. Walking along the corridor to their classroom, a girl from another class exited in a rush and accidentally knocked into Miracle. Her biology report was scattered across the ground. Meticulous sketches of a female reproductive system on the cover page attracted a small crowd to stare at the astonishing art. Avery was her
Miracle halted her steps the moment she heard his voice in the class. She peeked through the grimy glass panel. He was sitting there, flipping through the literature textbook with his right hand while copying some notes with the other. Her heart skipped a beat as she watched him return the smile to Jordan. A usual one. But her breathing quickened as if he were smiling at her. Annoying butterflies were back banging against the walls of her stomach, weakening her hold of sanity. 'No, Xue Er. Don't dive into it any longer.' His presence was too unexpected. At this point, be it a kind fallen angel or otherwise, she couldn't risk choosing anywhere in between. She could only opt for the worse. She shut her eyes and awakened the promises made—the pledge to put an end to the repeating torment every eighteen years. Earth responded to her needs. A scintilla of its vitality rose from her feet and rushed into her body, planting soft touches across her tensed inner soul. Pellucid swirls of
"Of all things, I still fell for love." She frowned, losing the focus of her vision as tears pooled in her sunken eyes. "What is wrong with you, Xue Er?” She couldn't complete her mission. Nothing was right anymore. Nothing felt right anymore. She was desperate for everything to end. When she looked at her mark, she knew exactly that she no longer had the chance to return to her world in one piece. Miracle flopped onto her bed and pulled the pillow over, burying her face within. "Daughter of a dragon and a fallen angel, the key to bringing peace to the worlds," she murmured, recalling the lessons she learned back in Long Sheng Jie. "And for peace to return, to be sacrificed is the only way." 'To be sacrificed is the only way,' she repeated, her eyes springing open. Exactly! She knew she was the key to ending this war. Why wasn't she doing it? What was she waiting for? What was she hoping for? There wasn't any other method in the very first place. She tried fighting. But what d
"MIRACLE WATSON SOON!" Lyn's panicky voice rang in her ears, pulling her away from the scene with Felynx and Xiao Xun in an instant. Miracle jerked awake. Her lashes trembled as sweat ran down her quivering chin. When her grogginess faded, she was harked back to the last thing she did before she lost consciousness. She darted her troubled eyes around the room, and a pang of guilt aroused in her when she saw the Watsons by her side. "Miracle! You scared the hell out of us!" Lyn exclaimed, sitting on the edge of her bed. "I..." She trailed off the moment she met Hayden's disappointed look. He was leaning against the footboard with his brows furrowed. Miracle pursed her trembling lips. The lingering taste of the blood once again filled her mouth, reminding her of the silly act she committed. She wiggled her toes underneath her blanket, hoping the rustles could abate the tension crawling in the air. She couldn't look him in the eye. Soon, layers of unsettling emotion engulfe
"Ouch!" The heated test tube containing the neutralized iodine solution cracked and sliced through her palm. "Lyn!" Kingsley switched off his Bunsen burner and jumped over his chair. "Gosh... You're bleeding," he said, raising his hand to get Miss Nancy's attention. "Kingsley." Her body was shivering. "I'm having a really bad feeling." He opened her hand when she tried to grip it tightly. Too much pressure was only going to worsen the wound. "What is it?" he asked. "Like… we're going to lose someone important to us." Kingsley arched his eyebrow. "Someone important?" he repeated, sparing a quick glance at Miracle. She was concentrating on figuring out the right way to turn on the burner—basically messing up the right procedures of the experiment. "You mean Miracle? I think she's getting better after yesterday's incident though—Oh, Miss Nancy," he responded to her approach. "May I have the first aid kit? My sister is injured a little." The teacher snapped her fingers to