Cleo #h2o Novels & Stories

' The spell would make Mira's body crave touch without stop, turning her into someone who would do anything for relief. The next morning, Cleo dressed in a plain brown dress and a wide-brimmed hat to hide her face. She walked to the town square, the bottle tucked in her skirt pocket. The festival was already starting. Bakers like Mira's father set up tables with loaves of bread still warm from the oven, golden crusts cracked open. Fruit sellers piled baskets high with shiny red apples and juicy pears. Cleo moved quietly through the early crowd, her heart beating fast with excitement. She spotted Mira at the bakery stall, wearing a light blue dress that clung to her full breasts and wide hips

A sacred one. Circe fought, snarling and twisting, but the chains tightened mercilessly. The cloaked figure poured the glowing green liquid into her mouth. The wolf's eyes went wide, pain and confusion flaring in them as the potion burned down her throat. Her body convulsed, her white fur rippling as if something deep inside her rejected whatever had just been forced into her. “Stop!” Lydia cried, slamming her fists against the unseen wall. “Let her go!” The cloaked figure turned to face her.

Prologue Cleo There is always something calming, cleansing, rejuvenating, and healing about water. The ocean has always been a place of refuge for Cleo. She loved any body of water and it came as no surprise when she made a decision to save up for a holiday, she chose a location by the coast.

Azalea's POV Every full moon night, something strange happens. I don't know exactly what happened last night. But as I washed my hair in the sink this morning, I could vividly recall my dream last night, when I "wolfed-out" and ran through the streets of Brooklyn. The moonlight illuminated my path, made everything enveloped in silver light, and I was completely happy. I haven't been that happy in a long time. The thing is, I'm not a wolf. I'm an ordinary human... right? And werewolves don't exist... right?

The warm breeze carries the scent of saltwater, and the rhythmic crashing of waves against the shore fills the air. I stand barefoot at the edge of the ocean, the cool water lapping at my toes. The sun is setting, and for the first time in what feels like forever, everything is calm. Peaceful. I hear Nereo’s excited laughter as he chases after a sand crab, his tiny legs kicking up sand as he runs. Nero’s deep voice follows, teasing him as he pretends to let the crab escape.

My body convulsed as an ear piercing scream ripped through me, too loud even for my own ears. I barely even noticed the sound of the bathroom door opening once more, or the sounds of the lock being opened from the outside, or even the shuffling of feet outside my stall. Nor did I register the kindly face of a woman hanging over me as she pulled me out of the cubicle and over to the basin. She splashed water onto my face which did little to cool. In fact, it did nothing at all. As soon as the water touched my skin, it had already evaporated.

I soar at her rather hard. “I saw a light,” she said, as she was masking her face with a question. “Was that you?” she stepped closer. “ Might be the moon Goddess gave us a second chance.” I tallied as I kicked my legs into motion moving out of the shredded place, there were bones and we kept on stepping on it our way, “Where is this shit?” I asked, waiting for a reply from Claire who seemed to be more alert if our environment than I'm,

I shook my head at them before turning my sight away. And there was the Queen B's ever-present Kora leading the team as usual with Moyo by her side, constantly nodding her head, like an agama lizard, at whatever Kora spilt. I wondered how they cope together but you know what they say about animals, they always find their own.

As we gathered everything - dresses, shoes, undergarments - Waters and Clearway stood close, forming a quiet shield on either side of me. Not touching. But present. Clearway leaned down slightly. “You chose well.” Waters nodded. “The Luna will be pleased.” My throat tightened. “She planned all this for me,” I said, voice small. Waters smiled softly. “Of course she did.”