All Chapters of Unnatural: The Wildfire: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

”My darling, I hope that after you see this video that you do not hate me for taking so long to tell you the truth and that it is not too late ..."Video file by A.H. ALLY’s POVI woke up with a slight headache to find Caleb sitting on the bed, his hands behind his head, eyes currently fascinated with the ceiling. His favorite thinking position. The obnoxious child in me wanted to scream and startle him, the image of him tumbling off the bed and landing on the ground amusing, but when I opened my mouth to speak, all that came out was a squeak and hello, headache. So much for thinking it was slight. Caleb's eyes moved immediately and we stared at each other for what felt like hours and it was like the part of me that wanted to cry finally decided to show up. I didn't try to stop myself and when he gathered me up in his arms, rocking me slowly the way he always did when I cried, my quiet sobs increased until I knew he would have to change his shirt after this encounter."I've got y

"It's called the Abyss. Common amongst gifted with mind related abilities, it is a state in which the individual is able to use his/her gift at frighteningly optimal levels and for a long stretch without stopping. The downside of being in this state is the temporary loss of emotion, conscience and in the worst case, lack of recognition of loved ones. A Gifted in the abyss may attack loved ones the same way as he would an enemy."Except from "The Gifted Mind" by Irish vampire scientist Dr Alice Kerry. _____________________________________________ALLY’s POVI'd never truly believed the stories about Aiden Thorne. I didn't even believe him when he'd said he was a monster. But right now, I completely understood what they'd seen that had made even the fiercest men cower at the mere mention of his name. He didn't look any different. Even bathed in blood, his fascinating blue-gray eyes now a swirling black, he was still the most gorgeous man I'd ever laid eyes on. Vampirism definitely h

"It's a he, Kara.""Who?""The owner of the hands that hold on to me in my dreams.""How do you know that it's a boy for sure?""I can feel his despair, his sadness. His loneliness. His ache. I don't know how but it's a him.""And what does he want? Is he trying to harm you? Does he say anything""No. He doesn't say a word. He doesn't need to because I can hear his thoughts. He wants me to save him."Ally (15) to Kara (18)______________________________________________ALLY’s POV I walked deeper and deeper into the woods, careful not to step on the floor length white lace dress that had been a gift from Dahlia. The letter was tightly squeezed in my hand and I could hear my own heartbeat accelerating as I neared my target, his scent faint in the cool afternoon breeze. Tamara had promised to stay far but not too far away that she couldn't come to my aid if I sent a distress call with my phone, even though my instinct told me that it wasn't necessary. We'd agreed that she s

Of all the supernaturals, the Krionas are the smallest, most cherished group and yet have the shortest life span, the strength of their Sight a gift that while it worked less often than not was a treasure to the rest of the world. To hurt a Kriona is sacrilege. Excerpt from "The Age of Krionas" by Mariah Mien (Kriona, Author.)_________________________________________________________ALLY’s POV"That girl absolutely adores you. It would have taken me hours to get her to sleep, but just one story from you and she's out like a lamp." Aunt Marie grumbled and I chuckled as I placed Mia on the bed. I glanced at the view from the bedroom window before closing the curtains and following her downstairs to the kitchen "You should give her some credit, Aunt, she was up at night watching Disney with me." "Another thing she wouldn't have done were you not around. Just a night here and you're already a bad influence, Ally." She chided and I gave her a lopsided grin, helping myself to an apple.

"It's been years of searching, Aiden. How do you know she truly exists?""I'd have thought she was dead, a ghost come alive to haunt me if I didn't have this conviction that she was alive somewhere, out there. I felt the pull to come back here, home to face the ghosts of my past, Mara. Because of her. And she has given me something that I never thought I'd find after so long in the dark. Purpose."Tamara Thorne and Aiden Thorne (2015)_________________________________________________________Tamara’s POVIf I could say I missed her, then I didn't want to think about how Aiden was taking her absence. It'd been two days since she left and yet it felt like years. We were, or better still, I was in Idris, because I hadn't seen Aiden since she left. I let him be because he needed time alone, though I had no idea for how long. When I'd asked where he was going, he'd said nothing, allowing me to wrap him a hug, which said a lot about the amount of pain he was in. I knew he still blamed h