All Chapters of ARIA: The Rise Of The Half Wolf Phoenix : Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

Aria’s povMonday is worse than last week. I didn’t think that was possible, but here I am, shoved into a wall before breakfast and elbowed so hard between classes that I swear one of my ribs is protesting. Being pushed by supernaturals feels like being hit by small cars all day. Every corner I turn, someone bumps into me, sneers at me, or mutters “human.” I am starting to hate the word myself. By the time lunch comes around, I feel like my entire body has been used as a training dummy. Even the cream Adrian applied on me the day before does little more than dull the ache. I slide onto the bench, holding my tray like a shield, and try to ignore the burning stares from every direction. Isla sits in front of me, chattering the moment she drops her tray down. Sundays is the only free days Omegas had to catch up on things and since I had spent Saturday and Sunday hanging out with Adrian, I only saw her last night when I came back to the dorm…..she was asleep by then though, so “lunch c

Kael's povI almost marked her.The realization slams through me like a blow. I grit my teeth as I press harder on the gas. My car tires hiss over the wet asphalt, and the growl of the engine drowns out Ghost’s voice for only a moment before it crawls back into my head. The memory of her little moan breaks through my focus. The sound of it is enough to make my hands tremble. Her taste, the way she responded to me like she was made for me. Every soft breath, every shiver, every curve of her body molded perfectly against me…….it undid me. I can still feel her heartbeat hammering against my chest, her pulse calling to the beast in me, whispering mine."You should have marked her. She’s ours".“Shut up,” I hiss, though it’s useless. Ghost is restless, pacing beneath my skin, pushing, clawing, wanting to go back. He is all heat and hunger, the taste of that kiss consuming him.I slam the brakes and pull over, pressing my forehead against the wheel. I can’t breathe. My pulse roars in my ear

Lucien's povThe girl runs barefoot through the ruins laughing, her brown hair flowing behind her…….her white dress catching fire at the edges. Smoke curls around her hair, turning it to gold beneath the moonlight. “Mo ghràdh” I called out. She turns towards me, her eyes shining with love.Suddenly the ground trembles. Someone screams her name and then her body jerks forward as a spear tears through her chest. Her blood hits my face.I wake up gasping.The ceiling above me spins. My hands grip the sheets as if they might anchor me to this reality. Sweat drenches my back, my heart pounded like it’s still trapped in that burning world. It takes a long moment before I realize I’m in my own bed.The visions started since I came back to Evermoor Academy. Always the image of her dying in different ways. I push myself up and drag a hand through my hair. The strands glow faintly in the dark, catching the early light slipping through the blinds. My mother used to joke that I was born dipped i

Aria’s povThe universe must be playing a trick on me. That’s the only explanation that makes sense. There’s no other way to explain everything that’s been happening lately. Being saved again by Lucien…….the one Isla calls the school’s golden boy wasn’t helping my case either. If everyone didn’t already hate me, they do now.I walk through the hallway after my morning classes trying hard not to notice the shoves, the constant looks, the whispers and pointed fingers. Whispers and pointing I can take, but this shoving into the wall thing is getting ridiculous. I try to keep my head down, but it’s hard to ignore. I notice a particular group of girls staring at me with the kind of glare that could set a person on fire. The one in the middle, a red head with pretty crystals all over her hair and some kind of gothic makeup glare the hardest……witches. Even the witches hate me now. Wonderful.Housekeeping class hadn’t helped to remove the dread in me all day. Setting tables, arranging napkins

Kael's povMy back arc as I felt pain flood through my veins like fire as the silver bites into Ghost’s fur, yet he pushes through ignoring the pain. Due to the silver poison already in my blood, he is weakened, only transforming a bit. Thank the moon goddess for that, nobody wants a deranged beast running around. Still, Ghost managed to push through, bit by bit, growling, snapping his teeth when Dante and Jaxon went to get more chains. The smell of burnt flesh is much now, and the silver poison gets deeper into me, but Ghost isn't like most wolves. He is stronger, and I pray the extra chains will be able to push him back. “Release me!” He roars at Dante and Jaxon.“Fucking use your head, Ghost.” I shout angrily in my head. “You will ruin everything. Is that what you want?”It was the worst feeling, being trapped in my mind while Ghost did whatever he wanted. Jaxon and Dante approached slowly. Ghost wasn't their alpha, but his power and strength surpassed my father's. His command co