All Chapters of Colorless: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

The party was in full swing by now. Grayson and I were currently standing at the far back of the hall, trying our best to go unrecognised, which was almost impossible given our title. I had danced with strangers for most of the night and had to endure the arrogant nature of most males here. My cheeks hurt from the constant fake smile, and my toes were killing me due to the four-inch heel I’d had on all night. I was more than ready to go pass out on my bed, but I had to stay till the end, or it'll be considered offensive, not to mention the punishment I'll receive from my father. I watched the interactions with little to no interest while leisurely sipping from a champagne glass. While I normally wasn't allowed near alcohol, Grayson had given me a free pass, concluding that I had earned it. Grayson was too busy flirting with a busty blonde to notice my boredom. With the very obvious “ fuck me” eyes she was giving him, I had no doubt he'd be getting laid tonight. Sighing, I glanced a

Pain, that's all I could feel. Pure, agonising pain throughout my body. I was lying on my stomach, my back bare. The past few days had gone by agonisingly slow; I had slipped in and out of consciousness, hearing voices, feeling the soothing touch of my brother's hand on my forehead, hearing the familiar beeps of the heart monitor. I don't know how long it's been since my punishment, but judging from the pain I felt, it felt like only minutes had gone by. The pain hadn't subsided; it was still throbbing full force. I recognised the hospital room to be the only one I ever used. I was given my own room, which was only ever used by me, therefore making it available at all times. Nothing changed; the monotonous beeping of the heart monitor still drove me crazy, and once again, I was bedridden. For the first time, I was forced to view the room from another angle. While I usually lay on my back and had a perfect view of the bland ceiling, today I had a perfect view of the window, which wa

“But I'm so sure," I mumbled. The memory was hazy, but I could remember the shoes clearly. I could almost feel the strange sensation that washed over me, could hear the dull beeping of the heart monitor."Then it was most likely the nurse giving you some drugs," he shrugged. That made sense. It was most likely a nurse, that would explain the shoes and the numbness. There was no way someone would have injected something that would suddenly speed up my healing, right? There was no drug like that, and besides, who would believe me? "You're right," I said, accompanying it with a laugh. How silly. "What matters is that you're okay. I told our parents it was your werewolf genes. It helps that they hadn't come in to check up on you, so they don't know that the healing was out of the blue." "Okay. Thanks," he smiled at me and stood up, stretching out his hand. "Let's go get lunch." ***“Sorry, flower, duty calls," I rolled my eyes as he got up and playfully bowed before walking away with

I moved to the bars and tried really hard to look towards the main door, but my cell was located at the opposite end of it, just before a turn that led to more cells. The footsteps got closer, and I backed away from the bars, not knowing what to expect when my brother came into sight. I sighed in relief but tensed back up when I really looked at him. His hair was tousled, his clothes ripped with patches of blood here and there, and his eyes were frantic and panicked. He gripped the lock with his bare hands and frantically opened it with the key I now noticed he was holding. A small hissing sound could be heard, and the smell of burning flesh was thick in the air. Wolvesbane, the bars were filled with wolvesbane, but he didn't care. He didn't once falter in his frantic movements. "Stop it, Grayson, you're hurting yourself!" I yelled out, but he wasn't listening. His only focus was on the cell. He finally opened it and offered me his injured hand wordlessly. I hesitantly took it, caref

Amaya and I used to wander through the woods when we were kids, in search of strong branches to use for swords. While Amaya found it fascinating,I found it boring and extremely irritating, solid proof I was no wolf. My strong dislike for woods seemed to have grown with me, which is why I am currently murmuring curses under my breath as I strolled through the dense forest. To say I was cranky would be an understatement. I was tired, lost, hungry, and the partner Grayson had paired me with just happened to be Amaya fucking Michaelson. I thought he hated her more than I do. We've been walking through this forest for hours. The sun was already setting, and it'll be dark soon, but by the looks of it, we were still on our territory, so it wasn't safe to set up camp. "How far off are we from the castle?" I asked Amaya, breaking the silence we've been observing since I woke up. She thrusted a heavy bag at me and demanded I carried it since she had hers to carry. Silence greeted me. Was she