I don't know where to begin. His lust filled eyes stared at me while I was a mess with the specks of liquor that falls on my pajamas. The disgusting smell of his breath intoxicated with alcohol makes my head turn away on its own, until he forces me back to look into his devious eyes."Why do you do this? You have a choice.""I don't have a choice." He seethes unnecessarily in anger at me. Pushing his hand away, making some of the overflowing liquid from his hand fall back on my dress, I move several feet away from him in the confined space of the balcony. As if the things aren't smaller enough, he corners me straight into the wall and I couldn't find myself out from this situation."I don't have a choice. Because I am genetically modified to be a killing machine." He says, baffling me out of my mind."What?" I don't believe him and ask him with vigor, making an irritated face because if his drunkenness is making him blabber unbelievable things, then I'd slap him and satisfy myself whi

My eyes widen gradually. A Phoenix, he said. His hand caressing my back gives me goosebumps all over. I didn't know how my body reacts to his physical touch when my mind was absent from the scenario. I gulp a huge amount of my saliva and stare into his eyes.Maybe I hold answers unknown to people. That Phoenix... might be my mother. Yes.I was told, or rather self discovered the fact that I was a cursed offspring between the love of an ordinary man and an extraordinary Phoenix species. I didn't know much about their love story, but it prevailed just until I turned nine and then everything went downhill.Love is a bond between two people that is expected to last forever. But my parents believed that even a spark of a moment is love. And that spark existed only for a decade before they separated ways and left me with an untold secret. That I had a recessive Phoenix blood flowing inside me.Alas.But what was the wish the 'Phoenix' asked to this witch? I was mightily curious. "I don't

My mouth falls ajar. She is going to let me be a Phoenix? I wasn't aware of that. I only knew I had the blood in me and was forbidden to let anyone on this earth know about it but... "Don't question yourself, Laura. With me by your side, you've got nothing to worry about." My old lady says. Giving her a little hug, she tells me to go back to the castle while pretending the Sirens took me to a location that I've known for trade. For the moment, I could only think about the Trade bureau of the city. I look at the blue civic part ways while we go up the hill. The tear drop from my eye slowly cascades along my cheek and chin, dripping on my hand. It's only then I realise the mental pressure that was put onto me since then.When I come back to the Palace which was around the time of lunch, I meet Jasmine first. "Shall we give a quick revision on how to eat like a badass princess?" The eleven year old grins while we make a run towards the table for lunch. But we stop instantly on our tr

"Whoa..." I'm not a person to be surprised easily. But my mother right here managed to tell me who is the boss of every game. She is. As a Phoenix. I gulp and take a few steps ahead to her. She fixated her gaze on me and suddenly starts flapping her wings softly. It was enough to raise the dust above, I cover my nose and mouth while still looking at her through the dust."Wow, mother. I'd look like that with wings?" I ask her with silliness. She chuckles and comes back down to the ground. Her wings are almost so tall on her that they drag behind her feet. She lifts one of them, slowly and gently so the speed doesn't scare me like before."Feel it. That's what a healthy wing looks like." Mom says. I smile and ask her the next question."Will I be ready by next week, mother? I don't plan on staying there for long." I let her know. She smiles, softly like a mama bird. The irony. "You'll be ready by a week." Her eyes blink slowly, conveying her love for me. Hugging her with the wings s

Gorius was worried for a reason. When we get to the arena, we see the man fighting off the greasy Banshees. They are like infinite in number and we, especially me with my vision can hardly make out where he is!To be honest, I was worried for Lucien at the moment. "I can't see him!" The girl beside me shouts. "We can't even kill them! How long is he going to keep up with them!?" The other woman shouts in vain. Indeed, I've heard that from many people now. Banshees are the worst taboo when killed.Like the souls of humans who seek revenge, Banshees are even worse at this game. They hint down the very souls of the werewolves who kill them, and if that wasn't enough, they haunt everyone else who is associated with that Werewolf. When Lucien and Jasmine narrated a few incidents to me the other night, I was flabbergasted to say the least.Banshees are truly, the worst.But none beats a Siren in terms of revenge though. They follow what we call as revenge. For sirens, it's a game. They