St Trina's Torch Novels & Stories

“Just… happy I got to come out tonight. And I have you to thank for that.” Tristan smiled softly. “You’re welcome.” I climbed into the carriage, but my thoughts were already far from the stage, the crowd… and even from Tristan. All I could feel was the echo of those eyes in the dark. Author's POV Just as the final torches from the live drama dimmed and the crowd began to disperse under the soft hum of twilight, Shirin stepped out into the open, intending to cut through the training grounds when he caught sight of a familiar figure leaning against the low stone wall.

We made our way further towards the trap when we heard a voice, it was a female voice and mind you it was the most beautiful voice I've heard, even in her scared state....she started blabbing about how she doesn't taste sweet or how the gods won't accept her flesh, the most funny one was her sayings no one will buy her organs as they won't work without her, she thought we were carnivores, she must have really been scared, my parents and sister fell into a fit of laughter but I just managed a smile, the soul must have been scared and I was the one

The doctor guessed Hera’s prowess had just pushed Trina’s essence in the corner so as to be the sole driver of the body. Trina’s condition was stable, but the doctor said it would take a few days for her to wake up. Before long, she had emphasized that, under no circumstances, would Hera use this ability for leisure, for it gave more damage to the target than to the host. “Do you feel okay now?” said the doctor, walking in with a vibrant smile. She held a silver platter with a bowl of porridge, a glass of milk, and a smaller plate of bear-shaped cookies.

Taylor joked. “Dude? Gross!” Bonnie said as she stepped back and looked at him like he was covered in manure. “What? I clean them every other week,” he said with a laugh. “Focus, you two,” Eliza ordered. Eliza placed the metal box on the table and opened it. Inside the box was a silver sphere the size of Taylor’s fist. “What is that?” Bonnie asked in awe of the strange orb. “When Mom touched the triton and Taylor was born, this sphere came off the trident. With any luck, it may be able to help Taylor find. Barracuda.”

Or she was desperate for an edge and thought to steal the torch back. The shadow propelled Saraya up in the air and must have done something to cause her to flinch in pain and drop the torch, but before the shadow could grab onto the torch. A small form rushed into the clearing in a flash of light and grabbed the torch. I stepped forward when I saw it was Tabitha. "Shit!" I mentally cursed.

Third Person's POV At 8:00 PM, the cool Los Angeles night was set ablaze by massive stone torches surrounding the Blade Plaza. The air was a thick, heady mix of expensive champagne and raw, high-tier pheromones. Trista and her crew had just hopped out of their car at the boundary when they ran into the Manwaring duo. The moment Sayer caught a whiff of Trista's scent, he took off like a pup finding his mother, lunging toward her. "Godmom! You look more beautiful than the moonlight tonight!"

I couldn’t help but smile, the warmth of the moment settling over me. Trina wandered over, her wine glass in hand, and leaned against the bar beside me. “You guys did good,” she said, her voice quiet. “This whole thing… it’s like something out of a movie. Everyone here, together. It’s… nice.” I nodded, my gaze drifting out the window where Talon was crouched beside Scarlett, adjusting her helmet as she clutched the skateboard like a treasure. “Yeah,” I murmured. “It is.”

She sneered, "Now you're scared? Where was that fear when you were all picking on me earlier?" "Trina, you're completely out of line!" Marvin shouted as he stepped toward her. The moment he moved closer, Trina grabbed the door handle. "Don't come any closer, or I'll open it!" "What are you trying to do?" Marvin stopped immediately. Seeing everyone freeze, Trina finally looked satisfied. She swept her gaze across the room. "I want every single one of you on your knees. Slap yourselves until I'm satisfied! Especially Sydney, Ryker, and you, Marvin. If your faces aren't swollen raw, then you can all wait here and die!"

she taunts. She's right. I am nothing more than a filthy useless rat. I rushed to the restroom in an effort to try and remove the spaghetti sauce from my dress. I stripped it off and began scrubbing it. “Avery, I am sorry,” Trisha said, as she entered the restroom. Trisha is a sophomore that I tutored when she was a freshman. She is from a middle-class family in the tribe. “I wish that this year was over already so I could leave.”

“That’s not true.” I shut my eyes and let myself fall into the rhythm of the dance. For a moment, it felt like just the two of us. But the spell shattered when the crowd shifted, parting to make way for him. Christopher Jackson. Trina’s dad. I wondered if she was here. She hadn’t been at the office the whole week—like she’d just disappeared. They didn’t say if she resigned during my absence either. Lilian took over her projects temporarily. She just went AWOL.