All Chapters of Genesis : Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

Asher's gaze consumed me, his dark, ruby eyes boring into my soul, trying to uncover my secrets, to peel back the layers I so carefully maintained. I was caught in their depths, mesmerized, unable to turn away. I began to fidget in place, my discomfort evident, which brought a slow, knowing smirk to his lips. His fangs peeked through, sharp and inviting, and a shiver ran through me, settling in my stomach, a strange mix of fear and excitement. His eyes flashed a bright, mesmerizing red, and he leaned toward me slowly, deliberately, never breaking eye contact. I thought he was about to kiss me; I even prepared myself for it mentally, a rush of anticipation, and when he was a hair's breath away, my eyes instinctively drifted shut. My first kiss, and it was going to be with the hot pureblood vamp that every girl at this school was pining over.His warm breath washed over me when he exhaled, the scent of him intoxicating, and I instinctively licked my lips, a nervous habit. "Genesis," I g

I elbowed Echo out of the way, my impatience overriding any sense of decorum, as he was taking his precious time to walk up the few steps that stood between us and whatever it was that I felt so powerfully drawn to behind that door. I got to the top and huffed in frustration when I turned the handle and realized the door was locked. I bounced nervously in place, a surge of agitated energy, and Echo gave me a baffled look, pulling out the keys once more, clearly unaccustomed to such frantic energy."You okay there?" he inquired, his brow furrowed with concern. I nodded, a quick, jerky motion, and sighed in relief when the door finally swung open, the heavy wood groaning in protest, and my feet finally made it across the threshold. I stopped short, the intense need that had pulled me forward abruptly dissipating, and I was left confused as to what had caused it in the first place. Looking around the room, I saw items much different from the ones on the lower level. While there had been

It took a minute to explain to Cree who exactly Farrah was and assure him he only had one daughter. You could see it in his eyes when he got a certain level of respect for her, a nod of approval, when he heard how she'd stuck by my side through the institution as well as when she found out my deepest secret. When they finally let her into the room, I knew she could immediately tell that my secret was out by the crestfallen, worried look on her face. We had both had numerous conversations on how this moment would play out, most leading to me being kicked out and her, being the fiercely loyal person she was, leaving with me. I hadn't been kicked out yet, but I was holding on to the faint hope that being the headmaster's daughter, a newfound status, would get me a reprieve.Farrah was frozen in place, her eyes traveling over everyone in the room until they landed on me, a question in their depths. Those very eyes grew impossibly in size when she noticed my tattooed sleeve, the intricate

I continued to stare, dumbfounded. No one truly knows what Morgana looked like; her image has been lost to the swirling mists of legend and countless retellings, so there was really no way I could know for sure she was who she claimed to be. My eyes, wide with disbelief, tracked her as she walked—no, glided, with an otherworldly grace, her movements fluid and utterly silent—to a nearby tree stump, its surface smoothed by centuries of unseen presences. She perched herself there, her form luminous against the dim moonlight. I was startled when Lucien, a shimmering, translucent outline, walked past me, his ghostly body brushing lightly against my side. A distinct, icy chill permeated my skin, a fleeting coldness that made me shiver involuntarily. He settled beside the tree stump, his spectral mass taking up no physical space, yet his presence was undeniable. Morgana's hand, transparent and shimmering, snaked out to rub against his massive neck. He tilted his massive wolf head to the side

A throbbing pressure behind my eyes, a dull, relentless ache, told me I was awake, even before I opened them. My entire body felt like it had been run over by a spectral truck, every muscle screaming in protest, even my eyeballs paining as they moved around behind my eyelids. I could hear the familiar murmur of voices in the room, and I groaned internally when I caught the sharp, unmistakable tone of Gran's voice in the mix. It would seem she was called in yet again, another emergency, because I couldn't seem to ever be just okay. Trying to piece together what had happened, what had led to this latest collapse, made my head pound even harder, a relentless drumbeat in my skull, so I gave up, the effort too much. I decided instead to let everyone know I was, reluctantly, awake. It seemed whatever heated argument they were having had them completely distracted, because no one noticed my return to consciousness. Both Farrah and Echo stood wide-eyed, their faces pale, staring fixedly at th