Jenna
Shakily, I hand Blaze a pair of oversized sweatpants. Our fingers lightly brush against each other, and I withdraw my hand, burned by the touch. There is tension in the air, and Blaze tilts his head, eyeing me thoughtfully while pulling on the borrowed sweatpants.
Funnily enough, my oversized sweatpants fit him to a tee. The grey Adidas hug his muscular thighs and end above his calves.
I inhale deeply, letting out some steam. "So you said the vampires have brainwashed everyone?"
"Pretty much," His smile is dangerous, feral somehow. I repress the urge to shudder. This is my mate; he wouldn't hurt me. I repeat those words to calm myself, but it's not exactly working. Every brain cell is telling me the werewolf is dangerous.
I try to slow my breathing, hoping it will steady my beating heart. "But if that's true... Then why aren't I brainwashed? How can I still notice things aren't like they used to be?"
Blaze's smile sharpens. "You are th
Jenna I'm holding my baby girl in my arms, smiling up at Ariel while he tries to soothe our crying boy. Blaze is trying to piece together a lamp we bought from IKEA. Everything seems right with the world. I've finally accepted that I'm a vampire and that it's not a death sentence. I'm happy. I have the two most wonderful men for mates, and they get along with each other. Sex is great, and we have two beautiful children, soon three—what else could I ask for? "You're such a little troublemaker, aren't you?" Ariel kisses Hayden's forehead. The two baby twins are pure-blooded vampires, and the father is Ariel. I smile over at the vampire boy. We named the twins Hayley and Hayden. I guess it's a shout-out to Hannah. My heart misses her, even if she hasn't replied to any of my letters. She wants a war to unfold between our kingdoms while I seek peace. I don't understand where her bloodthirst comes from—we are both mothers, war is the last thing we s
Hannah I'm blinded by the ethereal light surrounding the little girl in my arms. Like her father, the blood of the Fae courses through her veins, letting me know that she will fit into this world perfectly. Gazing down into the blue eyes, already so intelligent, I start to whisper soothing, loving words. "Mommy might not be here forever, but you should know that I love you, I love you so much. You're precious, Daisy, so precious." "Will that be her name?" Smiling, I turn around with the baby in my arms. Cassius is standing in the door opening, looking as beautiful as ever with his long hair and elegant-looking clothes. Fair hair falls down his shoulder, almost covering one side of his white blouse. It pains me that we won't be together forever, that my hands are already showing veins that weren't there before. Age doesn't frighten me, neither does my greying skull, but leaving the daughter and the man I love so much behind is downright frighte
Blaze I'm sitting on the top balcony, looking out over the magical realm with the wind hitting me in the face. I dangle my legs, letting my toes curl and unfold. For the first time in forever, I feel at peace. Catherine is no longer alive, and so, my ancestors may rest. "So it's here you are." A million shivers crawl up my spine hearing Jenna's voice, but I keep my gaze locked on the clouds. She picked Ariel, yet I'm too lost in her to leave this hotel behind. I'm not sure how the stinking dragon managed to move it to the magical realm, but I guess this is the only place ready for us mythical creatures. "Here I am..." Jenna silently takes a seat next to me, her scent hitting my nose and making me stare down at her hand resting next to mine. My heart squeezes inside my chest, letting me know the mate-bond is still there. Even now, all I want is to tackle Jenna to the ground and steal her away from Ariel. "You know, I've been won
Jenna My legs are weak by the knees, trembling as I make my way over to the bathroom mirror. I'm met with a heart-stopping sight; my eyes are entirely red, bloodshot, and empty, soulless, vampiric, and my hair—what the fuck happened to my hair?! I wrap my arms around myself, suddenly shivering. Blonde hair is falling from my head, the same color as Catherine's platinum locks. I feel sick. It's like I've turned into the old vampire herself, and when my reflection distorts, and I can imagine Catherine laughing at me, I punch the mirror and shatter it into pieces. "No!" Tears are clawing out from the corner of my eyes. "Please tell me this is a nightmare!" Ariel, grim-faced, hesitates in the doorway. His arms are planted under his chest, and his eyes are brewing storms. "This is not a nightmare, even though it might seem like one," I touch the mirror and see the stranger, the one who is supposedly me, do the same. "So I'm the vampire queen now? H
JennaOpening your eyes to the music of rain smacking against a window must be the best feeling in the world; at least, it's the sound that I love the most.Smiling, I roll around in bedsheets that smell like detergent and heavenly apples. The winds are howling outside, gossiping about storms and open oceans, and I stretch my arm, freezing when I end up touching something hot and solid.Something warm moves over my hand, and I open my eyes to find Ariel staring into my face. His larger hand is placed over mine, holding it over his beating heart. Dark circles surround his eyes—Ariel looks like he has been awake for decades. Yet, a smile carries its way to his lips as he openly studies my face."You're awake..." Ariel sounds surprised, but more than anything, he seems happy; his eyes are already tearing up. I barely get a chance to collect my thoughts and look around before I'm wrapped up in a hug, squeezed like a burrito to his chest. The guy manages
CatherineToday I found out the world isn't black and white—there are thousands of shades of grey, new nuances behind every corner. And it seems even an old vampire like me has feelings.I thought I was entirely evil, someone who only lived for the purpose of taking over this world. But, strangely enough, as I peer down into the eyes of the woman I used to hate, I find hesitation blossoming in my chest where there once was only pure hostility and rage.Jenna, her words spoke to my soul and somehow drew out my bottled-up emotions. She claimed I could be saved, and judging from the sparks flying within me when she said that, maybe those words were what I had waited for all along?Because now my heart, once frozen by tundra and ice, is pumping again, trying to remind me how it felt to be human. I can almost hear it whispering: "Is total destruction and a world without love truly what you wish for, Catherine?"And it definitely should be! Consump