LOGINWhite Lake High School, a supernatural institution with supposedly mundane students yet to manifest their supernatural potential. One of them being me, Kelly Isabella McHale, hated by all but only hate one. The infamous, Instagram sensation 'Dimples'. Why do I hate him, you ask? Well, my first response will be the fact that ever since he came into existence, bad things have been happening to me, like barred from a good college bad. But the real reason begins with my initiation into the supernatural world through the death of Henry. 'Looks at the sky' The full moon draws near...or should I saw the blue moon. 'Eyes glow....'
View MoreMy heavy breathing echoed through my ears. Black spots fitted my eyes, I squeezed them shut and shook my head frantically in an attempt to clear my vision but it didn't help. A slow ache pierced my skull. I glanced at the curious faces around me. The dark spores that were left if the drakon clung to me like a magnet. I began to feel heavier and heavier. My hands tighten around the blade and I tried to stand on my feet but I stumbled. I glanced up again. Why weren't they helping me. I know it wasn't everyday, a person kills a drakon but it was a part of my job description. "A thank you, would at least suffice," I said loud enough for the shocked hellhounds to hear. Suddenly the school door opened and a few students started rushing outside. "No, get back! Get back into the school," Frost's ex yelled. The students backed away slowly, watching with curious eyes. "Isn't it dead," Frost suddenly appeared with Henry close behind her. "Kelly," she called, taking a few steps towards me.
I gaped at the sight of an 8 feet tall creature standing a few feet away from the car. It had dark scales resembling that of a fish. The scales would rise and fall showing red skin underneath from time to time. It looked as if it was breathing but it already had two nostrils with spiky whiskers on the side of its face. “Is that a dragon,” I asked scared. “Drakon,” Henry said breathlessly. “Why did you say it like that,” I hurriedly asked nothing just tone. “Drakons, are bloodthirsty. They kill and kill until there is no one left,” he said with difficulty, his breath struggling to come outright. Another scream turned o
I sat up sensing the change in the atmosphere and I got to my feet with the intention of showing them to the door but before I could speak. The door burst open and an unfamiliar scent made its way to us. “Dad, is everything OK. I heard yelling,” a guy roughly around my age entered the living room. His words so heavy and strong. I forced a chuckle. “Well ain’t this a lovely family reunion,” I said. I ran up the stairs and went to my room. Locking the door. I stood frozen for a bit and then walked towards the window. The house was completely surrounded. Wolves of all shapes and sizes lingered, waiting for their alpha. I took a deep breath pushing away my tears and staggered back. I bumped into my bed and decided to sit there. My tears fell without my permission. Falling one after the other until I was balling my eyes out. I laid in the center of my bed alone. I sniffed and grabbe
I stared at phone and sped walk down the near empty streets. So demons were running free and we didn’t exactly have a witcher just brewing under the pot. The mayor had been compelled into sending all the humans into lockdown, while all the supernaturals were tasked with damage control. I stuffed my phone into my pocket and tightened my sweater around my waist. I was not comfortable wearing shorts in public, at least not while wearing my own face. The brand of Isabella McHale was roughly based off my confidence in showing off the claw marks on my thighs. They were a question of tattoo or birthmark. At this point in life, I believe that it had a very important storyline behind it. I stepped into the diner and was slapped by its emptiness. I approached Henry and Frost, who were sitting by a table in the corner. “Why does it look this bad,” I asked as I sat beside Henry. “Because the head of Whit






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