Lahat ng Kabanata ng Sired To The Phoenix Prince Of Darkness: Kabanata 1 - Kabanata 10

Dying would have been less painful. It had certainly been a consideration for the last two hours Cole had been walking along a long, wet road, soaked from head to toe from the drenching rain that woke him up in the middle of nowhere. Cole had no idea where he was, who he was or where he was going. All he knew was his name, and that he woke up in the forest with the utmost worst headache in what must’ve been the history of headaches. It didn’t help that outside was pitch black either, after the sun had left him to nothing but the dim moonlight and his instincts. Cole considered staying in the forest until a mountain lion or wolf found him, hoping to put him out of his misery. But he willed himself to try and find civilisation—only heaven knows why. Yet, after two hours of walking, Cole’s feet didn’t feel tired or worn. He wasn’t sure if he was supposed to feel relieved or terrified. Surely, that can’t be humanly possible, right? Heaving out a breath, Cole waved at another car as its

He didn’t remember her. She stared him dead in the eyes, and Syanna was certain he didn’t know who the hell she was. But how could he not? How could the man she had seen in her dreams for the past two years and thought about every passing second not know who she was? It was bad enough that she was here at a school for supernaturals when she was the only human. But could she really exist with him on the same campus, knowing they knew each other, but he obviously didn’t? Gosh. This was a nightmare. “Just look on the bright side,” Juliet, Syanna’s roommate and only friend, said. “What’s that?” she mumbled, picking at her doughnut. “He’s a jerk, anyway. You dodged a bullet.” Syanna gasped. Coming from anyone else, this would’ve seemed logical and normal. But Juliet was a Cupid—one of three in the entire academy. In the short two weeks that Syanna had known her, Juliet had never said anything bad about anyone or anything. It was just in Juliet’s nature to be friendly and, well

The bad thing about being a human in a school full of supernaturals was that one would be considered a ‘Unique.’ As Syanna had gathered from Juliet, the Uniques were the rare supernaturals in the academy. In this particular class, the supernaturals who weren’t common studied together. It was a cool group, with an actual banshee and gargoyle. Syanna didn’t even know those things existed. The class consisted of about twenty people, with two or three creatures alike, and of course, the human, Syanna. The good thing was Juliet was also in this class. The bad thing was, so was Cole. And right now, he was perched on a girl’s desk, and Syanna’s chest had been squeezing since the second he started talking to her. The girl seemed utterly annoyed by his presence, but the way he smirked at her proved that they knew each other quite well, even if that wasn’t in a good way. The girl's eyes were blue and diamond-like—like most of the high witches in the school—and her hair was jet black,

Screw bad decisions. Screw regrets and everything bit of self-loathing she would feel after this moment. Because right now, all Syanna wanted was to feel more of Cole. She knew it was a bad idea from the start to sit beside him. She wasn’t sure if he was aware, but something in his eyes and his entire aura was seductive. They undoubtedly had a connection that she still couldn’t seem to understand, too. So, the moment he held her, she was done for. And now he had his nose buried in her neck, driving her crazy with just the bare hint of his breath fanning against her. It was warm, and by the second, it grew hotter as his fingers dug into her waist and his body drew closer to her. “What is it about you, Syanna?” Cole mumbled, but Syanna could tell it wasn’t a question to be answered. “From the minute I saw you yesterday, you have been doing something to me that no one has ever done before. No one.”“I’m sorry,” she found herself saying, completely forgetting that she was mad at him f

It happened again. The second the vampires arrived, Cole’s eyes grew dark. And if it was even possible, they were darker than they were the first time it happened. Syanna jumped from her seated position as more and more vampires arrived at the border. It was about twenty against Cole and Isaac, and Syanna knew it was an unfair match. “Don’t,” Cole warned without looking at her, as if sensing that she was about to approach them. “Stay behind the border.” “But why?” a vampire asked through a snarl. His blood-red eyes watched Syanna as if she was the garnish on his plate. She knew he was the leader from his position and the way the others were arranged around him. “You’re not getting anywhere near her,” Cole growled, and the other vampires shrunk back as the grass beneath his feet shrivelled and turned black. Syanna gulped as she watched the encounter. She wanted to scream, run, and, most of all, cry. She wanted to cry because a group of vampires was ready to have her head,