Spiral Novels & Stories

I didn't blame her one bit. "To answer your question, we found out the moment your spirit guide woke up. A spirit guide, once its owner dies, falls asleep ..or dies till a new magical being is born for it to bond with. Lily is a very very unique one. The last person she bonded with, died five thousand years ago ..the last princess that could control two elements." She explained and I nodded, though I didn't understand a thing. "So we confirmed with my magical globe"... "Excuse me your magical, what now?" Rachel asked and I had to laugh at her expression.

The morning air was cold and clear, the light catching on the silver thread of her hair like spun moonlight. Kael drew a line in the earth with a bone-handled blade. “This is the Spiral Rite. One of the oldest,” he said. “It doesn’t grant power. It *reminds* you of what’s already yours.” He handed her the blade. “You must carve the path yourself. Walk it. Speak only when the land speaks first.” Ember knelt, blade in hand, and drew the spiral into the dirt — slow, steady, without knowing exactly why it felt right.

He said when the last few girls and a group of boys were still discussing something. She nodded as they walked out of the classroom leaving them alone. "Here," He said giving her a pen drive. "What is this?" She asked taking the pendrive in her hands. He glanced at her for a second and then looked around, there was no one, not even Sid. "My all secrets," he whispered as his eyes showed some kind of different emotion. one that was enough to make her breathless, she felt as if air left her lungs as her fingers started shaking. "W-what?" She asked looking at the pendrive with wide eyes.

But this ain't just any ol' sky—this is like the most epic, jaw-dropping, out-of-this-world sky you've ever seen. The colors? Bruh, they're straight-up celestial—indigo, violet, and turquoise swirlin' and dancin' across the canvas like they're throwing' a rave up in space. And the stars? They're twinklin' like they have a secret to tell; each constellation has' its own story against the backdrop of the cosmos.

Helios was swift in slicing his own palm, and even swifter in pressing the jagged cut against my own. The old Rachel would’ve wrinkled her nose in disgust, but I found myself enamored with the magic that surrounded us—with the magic we created from this simple act. It was breath-taking, a bond older than time itself, and one even more rare than a mate-bond. As we threaded our fingers together, a shimmering thread of pure gold, even thinner than a spider’s web, wrapped around our wrists, connecting the two of us.

Within six hours of partaking in the drudgery, the task was completed. Their next move was obvious – to move on and continue life’s journey. They had to leave Muzagah. No one could dare to remain there. Who knew if the Suramites would return! The men eased their butts on the ground, forming a circle. They clasped their hands together in a chain and conducted a one-minute prayer for the dead. Afterwards, they began to chatter away their time. It was necessary to soothe their hearts.

’ Trix eyes snapped opened and she met the concerned hazel eyes of Tristan. “Are you alright,” he asked. Trix nodded. “It was just a migraine,” she said glancing behind him to admire the gold panted room, adorned with beautiful and unique artifacts. One in particular caught Trix’s eyes. It looked like a bejeweled egg. It confused her a little since she taught it was supposed to be a dragon egg and why would a dragon egg have jewels on it. As she looked closer she realized that the jewels weren’t made into the shell, the were placed on it.

Looking down at West, I silently studying his facial features. His nose was slightly crooked, purple and swollen. His lips are slightly parted, revealing his pearl white teeth. The scar across his face seems clearer to me now. I still wonder what caused such a huge scar. I slowly run my finger along the scar. Right where the scar stops, I notice the mark I saw yesterday. It’s not a circle, it’s a small birthmark, shaped very much like mine - which is on my left shoulder - the moon. More like a crescent but I just call it the moon because my mom always loved the moon and she would always tell me, when I was little, that she would take me there someday. I always knew it wasn’t possible but the

In one of the buds, a tiny almost invisible marking was made in black A small cursive ‘K’ My stomach dropped. NO. To be continued.......