Rachel Bright Book Novels & Stories

An icy horror permeates me, “She knew?” “She had to have known,” Rachel throws her head back and laughs. “After all, the first thing she handed me was a forbidden book about genies. I was nine years old. I learn how to hide from them all. You’re wrong about one thing. I’m not a phony. I am intelligent because I forced myself to be. My kind has no place in this world and I taught myself everything. I excelled at everything because I had to survive, to become strong. I always considered this place home till I left. And that’s when I realized. Mistfall Wilderness Camp will never accept me as who I am. But there are others who will, who have. And they are the people who now have my loyalty!”

Reaching out a hand she patted Rachel's head earning herself an indignant hmph. "I'm not a child." Rachel huffed pouting. "Of course you aren't." Elaina giggled ruffling Rachel's hair. "Come we need to prepare for Rathial's arrival, I can feel him approaching." Giving Elaina a questioning look Rachel turned and motioned for her men to follow her. It seemed that even though Rachel was part of the Eastern brethren, it did not mean that she was capable of fighting. Making a mental note to ask Chase the reason later Elaina hurried towards camp as she continued to feel her target approaching.

She was going to wait a few more days before giving Lily another dose but today it was better to leave the pack’s territory and look for the magical books in the library. She packed her things up and then walked out of the lodge and headed straight to the entrance of the territory but while she was walking towards the territory someone stumbled into her and Levy couldn’t help but frown as she looked at the person in front of her. Rachel turned to look at Levy, her frown matching Levy’s. “ So, you are still here?” “ And you are still roaming naked? I thought that you might have worn some clothes by now.” Levy shot back, for some reason Rachel was dressed even more obnoxiously than the last ti

“No, I’m living with my aunt.” “Who’s your aunt?” “Oh, you don’t want to know,” Rachel mumbled trying to shake the topic off but I was being persistent. “But why?” “Because my aunt is our school’s headmistress.” Rachel spat. “What in the?!!!” I almost shit my pants about hearing Rachel’s sudden confession. This is what she was trying to avoid when we were at the clinic after Ambrose beat the shit out of me. “Miss Briar is your aunt?” “Yeah, but don’t you go telling other people about that. You are just the fourth person to know that.”

Bryce studied her face carefully as the lights settled back into their steady glow. “Are you okay?” he asked quietly. Rachel blinked, still adjusting to the sudden brightness after the long stretch of darkness. Her heart was racing, and the pain in her ankle pulsed sharply with every shift of weight. She forced herself to nod. “I’m fine,” she murmured. His hand was still wrapped firmly around her arm, steadying her. Rachel gently removed his grip from her sleeve, trying to regain some control over the situation that suddenly felt far too exposed.

“Rachel, I’m going to get some coffee into the groom. I’ll see you after the ceremony, okay?” “Sure. I’ll have them send the luggage to our room. See you later,” She watched Alex help Brad stagger through the lobby. “What was that all about? Bob is it?” Rachel occupied Brad’s vacant seat. “Nervous groom. Bob Cash. Nice to meet you..?” “Rachel Clark,” she held out her hand. Bob stared at her, wide-eyed as he warmly shook her hand. “The Rachel Clark? Author of Legal Briefs?” he exclaimed. “Yes, that’s me. You’ve heard of my book?” Rachel was amazed. The last person she would think would read her novel would be a bartender.

- She said and left the room, showing Rachel to follow. As they were nearly at the entrance, Camille appeared out of nowhere. Katherine stopped to look at her. - I didn't know we had a guest. - The witch offered Rachel her sweetest smile. - I don't think we had a chance to meet before. - I have no memory of such a thing. - Rachel replied politely. - Rachel Atkins is a Luna of the North Star Pack. She came here for a short visit. So please excuse us as her time is limited.

- At Richard's residence, the guard, Howel Luther, cupped his hands in greeting and spoke to the man sitting in the pavilion. "Your Highness, Rachel was chosen." Richard gazed into the distance, "As she wished." Howel, cupping his hands, continued, "Your Highness, Rachel has something to say. "She knows she didn't consult with you before joining the selection, and that you're angry with her. She wants to apologize. "But since she has chosen the path of entering the palace, she does not regret it. She thanks you for your long-standing protection. This is her handwritten letter to you…"

And Rachel steps through. She's dressed head-to-toe in black, her red lipstick stark against pale skin. The same bloody red lipstick. She's holding the hand of a boy. He's probably about eight. Dark hair, sharp blue eyes, his features that are unmistakably— Rachel's gaze finds me across the shattered lilies and scattered feathers. She smiles wickedly, and anger bubbles inside of me. So much that it feels like I’m about to have a stroke. "Hello, everyone," she says softly.

Edna said, confusion vivid on her face “Shawn Gold, Edna Garter. Leave Shawn alone,” Rachel continued and then paused. “He belongs to me.” “What!?” Edna exclaimed. Rachel ignored her and continued. “Now, I wouldn't have taken these steps if Shawn Gold, oh! Maybe I would have, had he welcomed your advances, but he's not interested in you, Edna Garter. If you ever dare to spare as much as a glance his way again, make sure you vanish from the surface of the earth, because I will find you. I'll kill you in the most brutal way you could ever imagine, and by the time anyone realizes, you'll be long dead and decayed. Even if they manage to trace your murder to me, which is impossible, anyway, I ha