Arielle And Vinson Novel Novels & Stories

Like someone had revoked her right to exist. I crawled to the edge of the broken altar, heart in pieces, throat raw. The god was gone. The Temple was dying. But in the center of the chasm, in the swirl of collapsing stars— A shape rose. Not quite a woman. Not quite a flame. Arielle. Crowned in fire. Eyes the color of dawn after blood. And when she looked at me, I knew: The curse was broken. But something older had been born in its place.

Maverick chuckled as he brought his tumbler to his lips. "I would think with what we were doing you would not be able to withstand staying." I exclaimed as I took a seat. Ariella's eyes slowly opened as she looked at them before looking down. Relief filled her eyes as she seen the clothes she had on. "The doors sound proof and maybe you should reconsider the flower smell. I mean it didn't effect us at all. It was more like a air freshener." Zavier said with a simple shrug. Ariella was quick to bury her head into my chest. "Relax we are Gods." Maverick chuckled.

I wasn’t in a mood to talk to anyone but he’s the only one who can guide me and keep my secrets to himself. “Hello.” I said in a grim tone, my eyes lingered on Arielle’s thin figure. “Why haven’t you been picking my calls, Vince? Is everything alright?” I heard his anxious voice. “Arielle is shot at the hotel suite. She was in the balcony when someone aimed her.” I told him and felt bitter from inside. It was my recklessness mocking at me. “Fuck! How is she now?” He asked me.

*:first-child]:mt-0"> The climb took hours. Or maybe days. Time didn't exist in the Void Chasm. Arielle’s fingers were raw and bloody. But every time her skin tore on the sharp rocks, the black mist healed it. She didn't feel tired. She felt like a machine running on endless fuel. Finally, her hand grabbed a root covered in dirt. Real dirt. She pulled herself up over the edge. She rolled onto the grass and gasped. Fresh air filled her lungs. It smelled of pine needles and damp earth. It smelled like freedom. She lay there for a moment, staring at the sky. The moon was gone. The sun was beginning to rise, painting the horizon in pale pink. She had survived the night. Arielle sat up and looked

Her stepmother, who was with her, warned her while she ran together with the nurses as they pushed the stretcher towards the ward. Arielle was less bothered by what her mother was telling her. She knew the kind of person her stepmother was. She was very evil, and she hated her with passion. All what Arielle could feel at that moment was pure pain. It was way worse than the period cramps she does experience. She thought that was going to be the end for her. "Ma'am, you will have to stay here. You can't enter with us." The doctor told Linda, who was Arielle's stepmother. "Yes! I wasn't interested in going in before." She hissed, and then sat on the chair that was placed along the hallway.

Sera forced a smile. Arielle grinned triumphantly and squealed in delight then turned and walked to the small window and looked out as she imagined herself as Andrei's wife; Arielle Sebastiani, Queen of Mercia!. She was going to take care of those his bastards immediately she was crowned Queen because the only children Andrei would call his were going to come from her and not the tramp unconscious in the corner.

To be a choice and nit an afterthought. Weeks passed. I had found Ariezel in a horrible state, learned the reason for her treatment which brought in more resentment towards Alpha Blackwell. He didn't come. More time passed, I had faced up against Serena several times, earning myself punishments i would never tell Harriet or Ariezel of. He still never appeared once. Later, Harriet and i had found Ariezel in her bare-bones room, hollow with a knife's edges slowly entering her skin. There was blood, fear and panic as we cried together, locked in our own embrace.

Fiona said happily. "Not now Fiona," she complained. Each word Fiona said was like a burning nail on an open wound and all she wanted was to walk away. "You are such a kill joy, let's talk later," Fiona stepped aside for her to take the stairs. Opening his eyes, Ariel was there beside him. For the first time in a long time, he didn't have a nightmare of what happened that fateful night. He kissed her hair, slowly rested her head on the pillow and got down as she opened her eyes as well.

“Elise doesn’t write like this. She never taunts. She warns. There’s a difference.” “And this person…?” she whispered. “This one enjoys the game.” A cold shiver crept along her spine. Lucien ushered her into the room. “Grab what you need and only what you need. Don’t turn on the lights.” Ariella threw on pants, a hoodie, shoes with barely tied laces. Her hands shook, not with fear no, she’d felt fear before. This was different. This was violation. Knowing someone had stood in the same house, feet away from her sleeping body.

If she has to keep running away from him for the rest of her life just to keep him safe, then she would swallow the pain that came with it and do just that. Just then, Something sharp and long pierced through the tainted glass windows and prickled her neck. Arielle was so deep in thought she didn't even feel the pain till numbness began crawling over her body. The needle was small and sharp, and the heavy dose of drug it had on it had her limbs going numb. Arielle fell to the ground unable to raise a hand. Just then, a shattering noise filled her head and several growls followed around her.