I'm sealed inside the cave with Lucy, hidden from the rest of the world. My stomach is a bundle of nerves near him, having his crimson eyes observe my every movement.Why am I so nervous?It's just Lucy.A river runs from the cave's center, deafening most sounds, including my beating heart, and the air is damp and cold. It's refreshing, and I stalk deeper into the cave, aware of the hulking man following me."So, am I spending the night with you?" I ask and turn around with a small smile.Lucy meets my eyes, this god of a man. His lips curl to form a thin smile, and my stomach does this little flip. Confidential to him, I'm tense. There's a pit in my gut that's rapidly being taken over by flapping butterfly wings, and I can't stop smiling as he walks closer."Do you want to spend the night with me?" Lucy places a hand on my shoulder, his touch electric.His head is directly above mine, inches away yet nose to nose as he looks down at

Today I'm in the library, skipping class and reading a book about what I think my second ability is called—psychometry. It's a form of extrasensory perception. The person with this ability feels an object, and bang, they can see the history of that item. When I touched that tree, I saw a girl dying, witnessed her last breathing moments. But while I would like to call my ability psychometry, I think my ability goes deeper than that. I saw Lucy in my dreams before I met him or touched anything that belonged to him, so maybe I don't need to make contact with something? I might be naturally psychic but unable to control it. "Hey." Blake takes a seat by my table. His eyelids are swollen, and his expression screams grief. I'm guessing he has been informed about Harriet's death. It would explain the signs of exhaustion on his face. He is wearing a black hoodie, with his eyes so swollen that I can barely make out their color. The surrounding air scree

LucyA few days ago, I woke up without most of my memories. Luckily, I'm street smart—I know I've been in another realm before I woke up sweaty and confused in the darkest pit of hell. There is a blue mark on my neck to prove it, and the fragments I keep seeing of a woman's moving lips are another clue.The problem is, the only way to see this woman is to get smacked in the head, literally. So these days, my most fantastic hobby is fighting in the ring against other demons. The area with its lava and loud, cheering audience has become my home."Aaaand the next fighter is... LUCIFER!"The crowd goes wild as I step into the ring, drying my lips with the back of my hand. I have yet to see who my opponent will be, but I feel it won't matter—I can beat them."And his opponent will be... LAMIA!"I look at my opponent, aware of the crowd cheering louder for her than they did for me. She is a gigantic snake woman, one who smirks at me in

RavenI'm devastated. We have read every single article about people disappearing from our school, and not a single one has given us new information about my mother's disappearance.Hayden vaguely remembers my mother has worked as a teacher here, but he doesn't know what happened to her. The memory is blurry, making us believe someone has meddled with his and other students' minds—Blake can't recall her either.Therefore, we are now reading about what it takes to create a demon. Blake snuck into the prefect section of books with Daisy's key. He fetched every forbidden spellbook and found pretty creepy stuff. Now, the entire library floor is filled with books. And we are flipping through the pages of the one about demons."Here it is," Hayden places the large, brown book onto the table, blowing dust from the opened page. He then points at the text. "Ninety-nine souls of young women are needed for the sacrifice ritual to summon the soul of a corrupted

RavenI wake up crying, but not because I'm sad—I'm brimming with hope! The most beautiful dream came to me at night. I met Lucy again! Heat and passion came off him in waves. My feet swayed when I saw him, and the mate-bond set fire to the rain. Lucy is alive! He was a baby dragon, weakened and unable to speak telepathically, but I felt the mate-bond."I have to tell Blake and Hayden!" I shout.In a rush, I climb from my bed and pull on my jeans. I'm struggling with my zipper, but in the end, I leave it open. There are more critical things than caring about flashing your panties through a tiny hole!As I speed past the mirror, I can tell my hair looks like a bird's nest, but fuck it—ain't none got time to wait for a snail!I run out through the door like a lunatic, screaming and waving my hands up in the air. Luckily for me, people seem to stay clear of the village idiot, and I round the corner without anyone bumping into me."N