Heya Dear readers, This chapter has been a headache. Not only did I struggle to produce a scenario where Bea meets her mother, but an ending to it would lead to the next moment of the book. I procrastinated over it for two weeks, and even though I am still not happy with how it turned out, I thought I shouldn't hold it longer than I have. Forgive me for not uploading last week <3 xoxo Sweetbitte
Beatrice POV "Blizzard, we have to land," my voice is nothing but a mouse squeak, easily covered by the flapping of Blizzard's wings yet anguished enough to be noticed. "Please!" I thump Blizzard's claw, alerting him to my desperate request. Omar's condition is critical. Slanted like a ragged doll over Blizzard's right claw, I witness hopelessly as his eyes become droopier and his sun-warming Olive skin turns a pale candle wax tone, almost like vampire blood-drained victims. Not an overall flattering look. We dip through the dusky pink clouds below, bringing a striking landmark into view. An active volcano stands amidst the desolated charcoal land before us, the active bubbling crater emitted a thick grey smoke cloud up in the air, creating the fog blanket we dove through. As Blizzard glides closer to the ground, the air becomes cooler and easier to breathe. He hovers by a cave entrance at the bottom of the volcano gently dropping us before he lands. My Mother, Naomi, slides down his
***Beatrice POV***As I observed Omar in the cave, I noticed that his skin tone was returning to its healthy state, which relieved me. Despite being healed, he was struggling with the heat from the volcano. He rested his head against the rocky wall and displayed signs of distress, including labored breathing and sweat on his face. I wished I knew how to help him regain his Drakon essence, but we had not spoken since I healed his injury. However, it was clear that he was not the only one affected by the heat. Naomi and Blizzard were also struggling, fanning themselves to cool off, while I didn't seem bothered by it.Suddenly, the ground shook violently, causing rocks to fall from the ceiling. The anomaly was so strong that I had to grip the wall with both hands to steady myself. Naomi rushed towards us with the urgent news that Hades was riding Cerberus in our direction. The situation worsened once Omar pointed out that the volcano was also about to erupt, adding to our already dire si
***Beatrice's POV***The sound of seagulls and the gentle breeze stirred me awake. I push myself off the cold, hard surface. As I rubbed my eyes, I couldn't believe what I saw. A beautiful Greek oasis lay before me, complete with a circle of white columns ornamented with sheer fabric dancing in the soft, salty breeze. The worked stone floors created trim levels, descending onto a square pond in the center where water sparkles like crystals under the warm sunlight. The cool water beckoned me to touch it, and as I leaned over the edge, I saw my reflection. The scenery wasn’t the only thing that had changed. My ragged and volcanic ash-dusted clothes were now pristine white, with no tears. I wore a golden olive tree leaf crown with my hair down. But Something was off, and I couldn't shake the feeling that I was supposed to be somewhere else. My fingers tickle the surface, and water ripples transform my Greek Goddess reflection into a motioned image. Uncle Leo grips my mother by her neck, h
Snowflakes gently land on my hand. Hell was experiencing its first snow, and I was behind it. As long as I live, Hades will remain in its sleeping beauty state unless someone decides to turn up the heat here. That is very unlikely to happen. Still, I left the AC on by turning the sky above into a gloomy snowstorm cloud pool. Even if Hades' servants freed him, he still had to gather new corrupted souls before walking the surface.Omar compliments, "Nicely done." He is battered with lacerations, puncture wounds, and burns but still stands. As he sits on the ground, elbows resting on semi-bent knees, head slanted forward, I kneel beside him. I place my left hand on his shoulder and my right hand above his chest, effortlessly healing him. In the past, minimal tasks such as healing, conjuring weapons, or purifying required concentration, but not anymore. Having re-established my training memory allows me to reach my full potential. I was grateful that Queen Ming, Blizzard's wife, taught me
***Beatrice's POV***Mother says being different is a good thing. She always quotes'uniqueness makes you special'.But I don't want to be different. I want to lift a car with my bare hands, run a mile under a second, recognize anyone by their scent before they even come into view, and morph into a soft fur creature with upright ears, sharp teeth, pointed muzzles, and inquiring eyes. Just like everyone else in this community, but instead, on my eighteen birthday, I became a giant egg-like ice cube. As if it wasn't already embarrassing enough to freeze anything and anyone when I can't control my emotions.My Father, Matthew Stevens, was the werewolves Alpha King, and my mother, Naomi Steven's, his Queen Luna. You would think a child born to two strong pure-blooded werewolves would at least have some were-genes in them, right? In my case, science do
***Beatrice's POV***I should have listened to Liam, but no, myI-make-my-own-choicesside had to defy such a safe and rational option. My arms hug the wooden pillar as the creature pushes Liam past me, crushing him against the fridge's door.-"I told you... Arggh... to go inside the fridge." Liam points the obvious while pushing the human-shaped bird creature away from him, trying to avoid its sharp beak teeth. I was pretty sure birds didn't have teeth. This monster somehow defied it. Bare-bone skull, arms covered with what once might have been blue feathers but now were black and deprived of life, black scally textured long legs with four armed claw toes. Living among supernatural creatures, I thought I had seen everything there is to see, but this beast is a rather repulsive proof I
***Beatrice POV*** Omar's revelation had my head spinning. Not only did he provide me with the key to all my questions, but he also price-tagged it. Liam protected me from harm's way at the cost of his own well-being. Trying everything I could to help him seemed the right thing to do. The emotional attachment I shared with him also prompted me to find the answers. Losing him was not an option. My bare feet carve a dimple path on the freshly soft fallen snow as I make my way up the driveway towards the front door. The sun rises behind the blue-pine tree setting the small wildlife into motion. Dad ordered this two-story house to be built two years before Carl officially took over the alpha position. Four bedrooms, each with their en-suite bathroom, compose the top floor plan, while the first floor has the
***Beatrice's POV*** A gush of arctic air enters my car through the half-open driver's window, giving me a shiver. I am currently parked at the private-owned airport's runway, with my daytime running lights on, patiently waiting for the small aircraft to come to a complete stop. After a few minutes, the door opens, and a stairwell is activated. A single person descends and makes their way towards my car. The bright full moon allows me to perceive the figure near my location. The stranger wears a military snow camouflage outfit with a matching head cap, black gloves, and heavy boots. The closer they come, the anxious I get. I turn on the medium lights, lowering the already half-open driver's window as the stranger approaches. -"Are you Beatrice Stevens?" The male voice asks, and I confirm. "You have thirty minutes to r