I Am But One Novels & Stories

An inexpressible one. ***

Least of all me. ---

You owe me one thing. **

My power. I’m not waiting for anyone’s love. My name is Calista, And I belong to no one but myself.

“What are you?” “I am magic itself, I am a god, I am Mazikeen.” The being responded. “You are a Mazikeen, how did you…” Ataf started. “I am not a Mazikeen. I am the Mazikeen. There is only one of me in existence. None other.” The being raged as a force pushed out of me in anger and flattened the rest against the wall. I watched as they were pinned to the wall while Dahlia was forced on her knees before me.

“I am neither of those, as I am not the Gods and Goddesses that you all knew, worship, and adores. But I am greater than that! I am the supreme one, the only one and everything that you can think of and be.” Taunting, yet rather giving a warning or perhaps a reminder. IT draws a satisfying smile as IT introduces himself. “You see, I am neither of those names, but I am everything of your thoughts and even greater than you ever expect to be. I am the very existence that you people like to call the world. The universe, the world, the truth, and all. For I am God!”

My body is a stone. I am broken. But I am still here. One day left. I let the darkness take me. Tomorrow, the Queen rises from the dead.

"I see you're determined to stay here and be a useless piece of trash. Forget it. I'll let it slide this time for Mamma's sake. Remember your place next time." I circled him as I headed for my room, whispering, "There won't be a next time." Although I had made many wonderful memories in this villa, at the end of the day, it wasn't my home.

The doctor said, "If we can't find a suitable bone marrow match, a month at most." One month. Serena closed her eyes. She thought about Luca's cold, indifferent gaze. She thought about him calling her and Mattia's lives worthless. She thought about Gabriele's disgusting face. She thought about the cameras, the comments, and the laughter. She also thought about one other person—Adriano. The man who had pushed her into hell was now the only person who could save Mattia. She gripped her phone, her palm slick with sweat. The first call went unanswered, and so did the second. She could not tell if she felt disappointed or relieved, but Mattia could not wait any longer. When the third call connect

"Go now. In your next life, you will be born into a loving, ordinary family, with loving parents, a healthy body, and a peaceful and happy life." I turned back, taking one last look at the world full of scars and entanglements. The small sunflower windmill in front of my tombstone spun tirelessly in the wind. In the distance, Timothy's foundation allocated its first grant to help a female awake her wolf. My spirit lived on forever in another form now. I smiled with relief, turned around, and plunged into that warm light without looking back. Goodbye, Timothy Russell. Goodbye to the six years I spent loving you.