Max
The dark, eerie sky littered with gloomy dark clouds, a sad feeling settled in his stomach. The dim light from the moon caught his eye as he stood on a balcony high above and he thought about the Moon Goddess, why She chooses Werewolves mates, their destiny and if She would be angry if they were to choose their path, their ending? Although he knew that Werewolves and Lycan's shared some qualities, traits and genes, he knew the vast differences would make a Werewolf/Lycan pairing difficult. Werewolves have longer lifespans than humans though they have significantly shorter lifespans than Lycan's.Lycan's were designed to live for around three or four hundred years, so the Royal family can rule without heirs being changed every 40/50 years. Werewolves were lucky if they could make it to a hundred- and fifty-years-old. The lifespan alone makes his stomach drop. Max wasn't sure why he was even
DmitriHe’d only just started walking towards the hospital wing of the Sanctuary to see his Angel and here, right in front of him, Gabriel stood. Dmitri once had the instinctive urge to beat that man into a pulp, but now he couldn’t care less. He realized the man was too broken to be much of a threat now.“Are you going to go see her?” Gabriel asked quietly, his hands fiddling by his sides.Dmitri nodded. “Yes, she needs me now more than ever.” He ran a hand through his hair before he shoved his hands in his pockets, carefully watching the other man in front of him. Gabriel looked as if he something he wanted to say but held his tongue. It was almost aggravating to Dmitri so he sighed heavily before muttering, “Go on, say what you need to say.”Gabriel nodded. “Don’t break her heart, &l
AngelicaMy mother once scolded me with tears in her eyes when she pulled my tiny body away from a crumbling cliff. I remember that day so vividly, the way her face was a mixture of terror and fury. Growing up I never knew why, but her shaky, broken voice was glued to my memory and I have never forgotten what she yelled;"What would I do if I lost you!?"I never understood what she meant by that. I understand, now.My head rested against car window as I watched the trees blurring in a dizzying speed. We were on our way to the airport, heading to Ireland to bury the familywe'velost. Just the thought of it had the lump in my throat form again and the pit inside my stomach churn and threaten to bring up whatever small food I could consume before we left and the pain came back, leaving a foul taste in my mouth. Itshouldn'tbe like this. Ishouldn'thave to bury my family,
Gabriel BlackGabriel stood at his fathers’ bedroom door for what seemed like hours, hand hovering over the doorknob, his hand retracting every so often before he took in a deep breath to prepare himself for what he was about to do. When he was brought to his father, his men had told Gabriel that he suffered severe injuries in a sudden attack that happened during a large Council meeting, killing hundreds of Werewolves and Witches. He was barely alive and needed to say his final piece to Gabriel. So here he stood, preparing for his fathers’ death.He entered the room, dark save for a few lit candles on the nightstands on either side of the large King sized bed that cradled his fathers fragile frame. Gabriel never remembered his father seeming so weak. He knew his father as a large, terrifying man that wouldn’t hesitate to kill children if
CarlaCarla is sitting in front of the bathroom mirror, wiping the steam from her reflection with one hand and holding the towel up with the other, echoes from today fresh inside her head.She stood upon the small alter, her soon-to-be Pack standing in front of her, all waiting for the ceremony finale to begin. A Werewolf elder standing beside her, knife in hand. As Carla stared at the full moon as instructed, she held out her hand for the elder as he cut the palm of her hand. His voice booming through the forest air, loud enough for even the Moon Goddess to hear. “We have accepted you as our Alpha, our leader, please recite the sacred promise and accept us as your Pack.”As the blood trickled to the marble floor, Carla loudly recited the words she had practiced for weeks.
When your heart is broken, there are no words to describe the feeling. You could describe the feeling of sadness afterwards, but not the actual heartbreak - because when your heart is broken, shattered even, by someone who was made for you, no words come to mind, no words can get passed your tongue. All you feel is an intense numbness taking over your body, no feelings could be felt, no sound could be heard, no scents could be smelled, no nothing. Just the knowledge that your heart is being broken and it may never heal.This was me.In one night, I gave my everything to someone who was made for me, who was meant to become the love of my life the way I always dreamed he would - but instead he lied to me, lead me on, pulled me in with his fake smile and fake heart of gold and stripped me bare, taking my everything. I thought he would mark me, claim me as his mate and stay with me. But he didn't. He left me and with him took my virginity, my pride, my dignity and left beh
August 29th, 2013Returning home from school, I walked into the kitchen with my exam results in hand. My mom was standing at the stove, stirring the pasta she was cooking for dinner tonight. "Hey," I greeted her. She turned to me with a smile."Hey sweetheart," she sang. "What's that?""It's my exam results," I told her timidly. "I haven't looked at them yet."Just then, my older sister, Carla, sauntered into the kitchen with her results. "Got mine too, Mom," she huffed as she shoved it into Moms' face. Mom sighed and took it from her, opening hers first.It didn't take long for Moms' disappointed face to settle in. "Carla, all you've gotten is C's and one B," Mum sighed. "That's not good enough, I know you can do better than that." Carla just shrugged and went to sit at the dining table. Mom opened mine up and she was soon beaming with pride. "All A's and one B, oh, Angel, I'm so proud of you!""What's happene
AngelicaThe guy was now in front of me, grinning down at me like he just won something. His dark eyes roamed over my figure. His hair was damp from sweat, curling as it was drying, his dark eyes stared into mine and his muscled arm reached up and his cold fingers stroked my cheek - my damp cheeks from crying. His smile dropped as he continued to wipe my cheeks until they were dry from his touch. He gave me a small smile, a smile that made my heart tug and my belly flip-flop. I swallowed as he spoke. "Why were you crying?" He asked, his voice was smooth and enticing, his slight British accent made my knees weak.Embarrassed I looked down at my feet. "My sister and I had a fight so I came here to get away." After a moment of silence, I looked up at him and he regarded me with sympathy yet offered me a comforting smile."Let's sit down," he suggested as he carefully dragged me to the grassy ground beneath us, placing m
AngelicaThe grass beneath my bare back was cold yet soothing to my skin, my breath coming out in short heaves as Gabriel's mouth licked and nibbled at my neck. He'd made quick work of my clothes and they lay in a crumbled pile beside us. His warm hands roamed down my chest, down my waist to stop at my thighs before pulling away from my neck to loom above me. His eyes changing to a completely black hue and I knew he was holding back his wolf spirit.He grinned sluggishly, almost as if he were drunk, and whispered to me, "Let me have you."I felt a shiver travel through my entire body, I attempted to steady my breathing as I nodded, reaching for his belt buckle. He threw his head back and muttered something under his breath before I pulled his belt out and threw it to the side. And before I could even blink his mouth was on me again as he fumbled with his jeans. Then, with a hot blush wasing over me, we were one.