Blessed Bone Shards Novels & Stories

Their saltiness lingered on my lips. “Do I...?” My voice faltered, a mere whimper. I hugged Lily tightly, letting go of my throat to allow my cry to escape. My Goddess, I had thought I lost everything. I tightened my embrace and rediscovered a sense of security. Only now did I comprehend the depth of my dread, of the paralyzing fear that had gripped me in that bone-chilling snow. The terror of facing a lonely demise, the agony that could assail both body and spirit—its haunting specter still clung to me.

My image finally started blurring, but it’s not my family that’s reflecting back at me this time. It’s Creed, bloody and bruised. He screamed as the chains that held him rattled. The mirrors surrounding him played images of burning buildings and people running. I can hear their screams, their innocent. Just as fast as they came, the images vanished. They were replaced by a battle, but I don’t recognize anyone. The image of a black wolf is positioned above the battle in the mirror. An image of a vampire was on the mirror next to it. I can hear screams of pain and heartbreak as I watch the victims from both sides fall.

Her body trembled with the release of stress as her knees buckled and she fell against the alley wall. In an instant, Enzo was at her side, his hand on her shoulder. With a gentler voice, he muttered, "It's over. You're safe." Tears filled her eyes as she gazed up at him. "Is it truly over?" Enzo softened his eyes and nodded. “Yes, it is. He will not come after you again.”. With everything weighing heavily on her, Sienna gulped. “Thank you.” Enzo whispered in her ear as he drew her into a tight embrace. “Sienna, there's no need to thank me. You don't recognise your strength.”

blonde wood, with an emerald green canopy draped over it. The room screamed royalty. All of the furniture matched the blonde colored wood of the bed. There was a huge armoir on one wall, a vanity with a large ornate mirror behind it, once beautiful rugs adorning the stone floor, and a beautiful chandelier made of what I could only assume was crystal in the center of the ceiling. I walked over to my mother's vanity, and ran my finger over a thick layer of dust. I gasped as the room seemed to spring back to life. "Princess, the castle recognizes your blood signature. It's coming back to life." Gideon told me. I stared at him with wide eyes as the room returned to it's pre-dilapitated state. "

Nothing could now prove him innocent. Banging inside the door I wanted to yell at him, but I felt too numb to react. The melancholy of my heart has dampened my senses. My shivering hands and a broken hope can't muster enough courage to fight him for what he had done. It felt so broken, I felt like the hand which held my trust has shattered me into a million pieces. It is understandable if an enemy betrays, it is bearable if a friend betrays, but what shall one do who is betrayed by own soul.

' J: haha hold on, so you want me to believe this myth? A: I do not expect you to believe whatever I say but I am just telling you and later, you can verify from your grandma. So as I was saying, your grandma who thought she could not protect you alone had a deal with me to protect you and in turn, I asked to be your mate.' J: oh I see... and how does my best friend come into all of this?' A: you see, your best friend by some means got to know about the pendant of generations and the fortunes that come with it and she been blinded with greed, wants to have it to herself even though she can never have it.'

I nod and Lucas exists the war room. I take a closer look at Liams´ injuries. “Laurence has become extremely powerful. At first, I thought it was just because he´s one of the oldest vampires. But no. He´s different. It´s something else. I can´t fight him, Laura. Maybe none of us can. We´re not going to survive.” An idea forms inside my mind. “Maybe not you guys. But maybe I can.” I hold up the black stone amulet that Seven had given me. “This was given to me by Seven. It´s supposed to protect me from dark magic. If dark magic is applied to Laurens to augment his powers, potentially it will still be ineffective against me while wearing this amulet.”

I screamed. The mirror cracked. “You lived it,” she said. “Even when I was meant to.” Cracks spread wider. Shards began to fall, and as they did, each caught a memory. Me smiling with Rafael. Me holding my child. Me howling under the full moon, no longer broken. And then I saw something else something I didn’t recognize. A throne, but not of gold or crystal. It was bone and ash, forged by blood and sacrifice.

I stand in the hallway with the emerald on her finger and the certain knowledge that I just lost the opening move of a game I didn't know I was playing. I don't lose games. S e r a p h i n a ✦ Sloppy. Say the word and mean it. Four hours of sleep and the adrenaline of a breakthrough — the second piece I needed, the link between the shell routing and an actual name and I walked out of my room without checking the hall first.