Istriku Novels & Stories

I smiled up at him, grateful. “Thank you.” Triston led me inside, my arm wrapped around his. The grandeur of the estate was impeccable, the lavish decorations and the sea of designer-clad guests only made me feel more out of place. Perhaps being stuck at home did affect me. Triston, on the other hand, seemed to be in his element, shaking hands and exchanging charming smiles with ease. I trailed behind him, trying to keep up as he navigated the crowded room. “Hello, I am Triston Ballard, Marcus’s older brother.” The older man stood up, shaking his hand, “And this is my wife Iris.” I offered greetings, the older man staring at me hard, but not as hard as his wife. I think I had offended her so

“And created this wonderful place for us, power users, or as what these huge creatures and animals here like to call, the Zonculi's.” The Zonculi's, I remember Lawrence saying that yesterday. She called me Zonculi because I had powers I didn’t know about. “Zonculi,” I repeated. “What does it mean?” The old lady chuckled, the grim look she had earlier gone in an instant. “We are called the Zonculi because we are situated in the East part of the world. There are also others like you in the North, they are called the Ofeter, in the South they call themselves the Mavi, and in the West, the Flihths."