Miaka’s P.O.V
I tossed and turned in bed, unable to fall asleep.
I was exhausted after everything that happened today, not to mention that even trying to think about anything hurt. Then why couldn’t I rest for a bloody night?
Although I would’ve assumed that the only thing on my mind today would’ve been Rihero and his ridiculous demand…but what I couldn’t get out of my head was Kaleb and the kiss we shared.
The instant his lips had touched mine…everything just…changed.
I brought my hand to my lips, touching them lightly. They felt sensitive to touch and every instant reminded me of his lips.
So, so soft and pink and they had fit perfectly against mine…
How can a person with so many hard angles have such soft lips? Or was it just me overthinking everything?
I wanted to call him, to tell him I…I what?
That I wanted more? I wanted to kiss him
Miaka’s P.O.V“How long before I stop healing instantly?”I didn’t understand the question until I smelled dried blood from all over him. The scent was familiar and it made my heart race in not a good way.“How did you get hurt?” I slammed my car door shut and rushed over to him.“I got called in to HQ today, by two of the heads.” Kaleb removed his jacket to show me the still wet patch on his lower abdomen. “I got off easy, but I think one of the other guards suspects something. He stabbed me before he left.”“You got stabbed and yet you let the other guy go?” I asked him incredulously. “Why?”“How did you know if I let him go?” Kaleb frowned, his features in partial darkness from the overhead lights outside his apartment.“Because your blood is the only scent I’m getting.” What I didn’t add was how
Miaka’s P.O.VBlack fire.It looked like liquid, black waves and yet there was nothing liquid about it. The heat from the fire was enough to scald my skin even though the fire was nowhere near my body.It was strange. This wasn’t supposed to happen. I control fire. I could produce fire out of thin air, change one element to another. That was why I had an immunity towards any kind of fire…that and because I was the daughter of the fire God. Then what was this black fire? Why was it scalding me? Why couldn’t I defend myself against it?I didn’t know where I was, but all I knew was that I was surrounded by darkness. The black fire would’ve been impossible to predict if it weren’t for the heat…and the slight tint of white on the outer layer of the fire. Where was I? How did I get here? This place was very similar to the mental vaults I create, but this was very unfamiliar at the same time. Was
Miaka’s P.O.V“W-what?” I hated that my voice broke, but my mind wasn’t in the right place at the moment.“Hades and Suzaku might both be Gods, but they are polar opposites of each other.” Kaleb explained. “Hades is the God of demons and Suzaku the Beast God of fire. So if you were made from their essence…that should make you half-demon…half-angel.”“That’s nonsense!” I said defensively. “I’m a full demon.”“Are you, Miaka?” Kaleb came to kneel on the floor in front of me, while I sat frozen in place.“You thought I would use it against you?” He looked up into my eyes, entrapping me with those gorgeous eyes of his. “I’m not your enemy.”“Every single person I know is a potential enemy, Kaleb.” I told him the truth I was to live with for the rest of my life. “I will neve
Miaka’s P.O.VGods grant favours to only those who work for it.But sometimes miracles happen. Someone somewhere gets a surprise that changes their lives forever. Sometimes it’s a pleasant surprise, sometimes unpleasant. And sometimes that miracle might as well be a curse. And sometimes, we spend our entire life debating if that miracle was actually a curse in disguise or a blessing.I’m one such miracle.Eighteen years ago, a war was started between Hades and Suzaku, the Beast God of Fire and of the South, about who would rule over the Fires of Hell in the Southern Hemisphere. The war claimed many lives and went on for years until two of the fiercest warrior women; the Demon Zara, Hades’s most trusted Lieutenant and the Angel Alysa, Suzaku’s most trusted commander, died fighting each other.The Gods were grief stricken and ended the war immediately before it claimed any more of those they loved. A tru
Miaka’s P.O.VI came out of the shadows provided by the alleyway, but I didn’t let down the cloak of darkness that surrounded me. To the naked eye I’d look like a shadow amongst shadows, a blind spot. The darkness was my friend, but I’ve yet to perfect this technique. It drains energy if used for too long, not a lot, but it could be my downfall if a battle went on for longer than anticipated. But tonight would be a short fight; my quarry was at a direct line of sight.They were carrying a huge sack with them. If it weren’t for all the blood that soaked the sack deep red and scented the air with its pungency, anyone could mistake it for a stack of potatoes, misshaped and lifeless. But it wasn’t. It had someone in it...someone immortal.My men have been tracking these people for days now and we finally had a lead on them. This wasn’t the main base, not by a long shot, but this is where it’ll be
Miaka’s P.O.VI was looking around the central base for evidences when Rain, the commander of my elite guard, came to stand beside me.“Your Highness, all immortals are secured and the scientist has been contained .Our team has also gathered all evidences of DNA they could find in and out of the warehouse base.” Rain bowed her head in a curtsy. “The trucks just left for the rehabilitation centre. We await your orders.”“Thank you Rain, I’ll just do a last check and then I’ll burn this place down,” I said as I looked at the deserted warehouse. Who could have thought that such heinous deeds were being committed inside this innocent looking building?“Shall I escort you?” She asked.“No. Go wait in the car outside, I’ll be right there.” I told her and headed towards a door at the back of the factory. The cold storage has to be somewhere in
Miaka’s P.O.V“He’s alive.”I’d nearly forgotten that he was beside me when his voice cut through the rush of blood in my ears. I couldn’t fathom what I was seeing in front of my eyes. A lump formed in my throat and I was having difficulty breathing past that.A boy of about four or five years old was inside the room, chained to the wall like a dog. He was left naked just like the rest of the captives, face sunken in and dark bags under his eyes. His lips had dried blood around them, which led me to believe that he was a vampire. Several tubes were linked to his skin which had turned a sickly ash colour. Some of the tubes drew out blood from his body that was being collected into several jars, while the remaining tubes carried some kind of clear liquid into his body. I have no idea what the liquid was, but it was the cause for worsening his condition.“Hey!” Someone shook my shoulders hard a
Miaka’s P.O.V“Hydrogen Cyanide.” The healer informed me when I went to check up on the boy. “A very diluted amount but lethal at such a young age. If you hadn’t gotten to him on time, he would have died within an hour at most.”I sighed, rubbing my hands down my face. “How long will he take to recover?”“His body has shut down, making him go into a temporary coma so he can regain his strength. He should be better in a week or even less, but I have something to show you.” Katherine Sanders, the prime healer mage and my best friend, took me to the room where the boy was being treated and it struck me anew how cruel the humans had been to a child. We came to a stand in front of the boy and Kathy lifted up one of his arms and turned it towards the light.Tiny fang marks dotted his wrist, as if someone had tried to drink his blood. “He’s a vampire. Who could have drunk fr