Lyca
Zack and I were walking together, with Lyca on my right and Damon on my left. I raised an eyebrow at Zack's comment.
"What are you doing, being flirtatious, vampire?" I asked, slightly annoyed.
Zack only replied with a smirk, which annoyed me even more.
"Do you want me to embarrass you in front of everyone at school?" I threatened.
"Tsk! I'd like to see you try," Zack retorted. I was about to respond when suddenly, a loud voice interrupted us.
"What took you so long?" boomed Mr. Salazar, our disciplinary school teacher. I remembered the punishment I wanted to protest, but I knew it wouldn't end well for me. Mr. Salazar was not only a teacher but also a Guardian and a skilled fighter. If I picked a fight with him, not only would my grandfather punish me, but I would also exhaust myself in the process.
"Sir, where do we start?" Damon asked, breaking the silence. I sighed, realizing I had forgotten about Lyca.
"Can I go to class with Zack now?" I asked, turning to Lyca, who was still standing there. I held her shoulder and asked if she was okay going to class without me.
Seriously, I managed to survive for sixteen years without him. But I couldn't say that out loud, so I just nodded. As I turned around and walked away, I couldn't help but wonder why Zack was suddenly acting differently towards me. He seemed too good to be true, unlike when we first met and he bumped into me. What had changed?
I touched the necklace that I always wore, the only thing my parents left me. It was a gold chain with a half-moon pendant adorned with diamonds, sparkling and shining. "Mom and dad, thank you for watching over me wherever you are," I whispered.
As I walked down the corridor, I tried to remember if the class was supposed to be in my previous classroom or Zack's. He had announced it yesterday, right? Since yesterday, I had been assigned to his class. So I decided to head there. However, on my way, a group of girls blocked my path and threw their cups of coffee at me. Now I was covered in various coffee flavors.
I lifted my head and looked at each of them, my eyes welling up with tears. I felt anger and rage building up inside me, but a voice whispered in my mind.
"Lyca... Control yourself... Wait." Who was that voice?
I took a deep breath and closed my eyes, trying to calm down. Then I hurried to the restroom, locked the door, and started cleaning myself. As I wiped away the coffee stains, I couldn't hold back my tears any longer. What had I done to deserve all this hatred? Was it because of my parents' past sins, or did they simply not like me? What had I done wrong to them?
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Samuel,
I was the one who instructed the girls to throw a drink at Lyca. My intention was to help her and make my move since Zack wasn't with her. I waited for her outside the restroom until she came out. I approached Lyca with a smile and handed her a shirt, apologizing for what the girls did. I explained that I was there when it happened, but I didn't know they wanted to throw their drink at her. As I handed her the shirt, I scratched my nape.
Lyca thanked me but assured me that she was okay. She mentioned that she always carries an extra shirt in her bag and that such incidents were not new to her. She shared that students often did similar things to her, like throwing eggs or other unpleasant items. Coffee was nothing compared to that, she said. I couldn't help but feel guilty, especially when she smiled. Her smile was like sunshine in the morning.
I mentioned to Lyca that we were now in the same room since Zack had announced it the day before. I laughed as I recalled that moment, and I offered to accompany her to our room.
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Zack
I sat comfortably, using my telekinesis power to clean up the room. I pointed my fingers at the things I considered garbage and put them in the bin. Damon, who moved swiftly, also helped by picking up junk items and tossing them into the trash bin, just like shooting a ball into a basketball hoop.
We finished the task quickly, and I left Damon in the room as I walked away. However, I noticed that Lyca hadn't arrived yet. Did she go back to her previous room? This thought made me stand up immediately. I was about to leave the room when she entered. Surprised, she asked, "Wait, Samuel?" I couldn't help but notice that she was with that SORJON guy. I grabbed her and stared at Samuel with a piercing gaze.
Samuel tried to explain that he was only trying to help, but I raised an eyebrow and asked, "Help with what?" Lyca quickly covered Samuel's mouth, indicating that it was nothing important and that I shouldn't worry. She mentioned that she had already changed her wet clothes and suggested that we sit down. Her smile had a calming effect on me, and I let go of my anger.
Lyca,
"Dad, why did you do that?" I asked, referring to him scaring away the birds that were eating our planted fruit. I wondered why he didn't just kill them so they wouldn't come back. My father laughed and replied, "Lyca, not all living beings, whether humans or animals, deserve to be killed just because they made mistakes. Try to forgive them and put yourself in their shoes."
I arrived home that day feeling irritated because Zack seemed possessive of me. I couldn't even look at other people without him getting upset. Seriously, what am I to him?
I entered the house forcefully and called out to Aunt Jove, but there was no response. As I walked through the kitchen, I saw my aunt sitting in a chair, covered in her own blood. The room was in disarray, and Olivia was sitting in another chair while knives flew around her.
Angry and filled with rage, I shouted, "What have you done to my aunt?" I wanted to hurt Olivia so badly that I felt the urge to kill her.
Olivia calmly claimed that my aunt had tried to fight with her, and she was only defending herself. I knew she was lying because my aunt was not a violent person. In fact, she disliked seeing people fight.
I ran towards Olivia, but a knife flew and stabbed me in the stomach. Another knife landed on my legs, but I kept moving closer to her. I managed to bite her shoulder, causing her to wince and push me away.
In a scratchy and painful voice, Olivia exclaimed, "Did you just bite me, bitch?" She attempted to stab me again, but my aunt intervened and blocked the attack. Facing me, my aunt handed me another necklace similar to mine. I grabbed it and apologized, but then she collapsed.
I screamed at the top of my lungs, calling out her name. I couldn't believe she was gone. I pleaded for her to wake up, but those were the last words that came out of my mouth. My vision blurred, and I lost consc
iousness, hoping that I would never wake up from this nightmare.
Olivia POV I winced when she bit me. It's unbelievable. How pathetic! All she can do is resort to biting her enemies. Lyca shouted loudly while hugging her aunt. TSS, loser, I immediately left when I saw them both fall. Well, I suppose they're dead now. I threw numerous knives at them, making it impossible for them to survive. I did what I thought was right for that woman! I ran through the dark, dense forest. Every step I took created a crackling sound, echoing through the thick, shadowy path. I needed to get home because what I did was forbidden, but I also wanted to get revenge on that woman. Zack hurt me, and I felt humiliated in front of everyone. I didn't want to be seen as weak by my friends. Every clan had signed an agreement that all problems needed to be resolved peacefully to prevent war. What I did, I knew, would undoubtedly start a war. So I needed to act as if I hadn't done anything wrong. As long as there was no evidence that could be used against me, I would be seen
"Irya, Olivia's sister," "Olivia! Olivia! What happened to you?" I kept calling my sister's name, but she didn't seem to be able to move. "Dad! Mom!" "Help!" Everyone came running towards me after I shouted loudly. "What happened to your sister, Irya?" "I don't know, dad. She just got home, and she's shaking uncontrollably." "Oh my, what is this?" My mother pointed out something on my sister's shoulder. It looked like a foul, bloody wound. Every second, it grew bigger. We examined her entire body after placing her on the couch, but there didn't seem to be any other wounds besides the crawling, filthy wound that now covered almost her entire body. I cried and begged my parents for help. "Will she survive?" "We will try to find a solution," my parents said with concern. My father got up to make a phone call. And all I could do was cry and listen to everyone. "Hello... yes..." Silas: May I speak with him? Yes, OK. Silas, we urgently need your help. It's Arturo, yes... "Thank you
Lyca As I descend the grand staircase of the mansion, I find myself unable to tear my eyes away from the corner. Everything about this place exudes wealth and opulence. The chandelier is breathtaking, and the walls are adorned with numerous portraits. But one particular portrait catches my attention. It's my mother. I reach out and touch it, feeling a sense of longing and sadness. "I miss you, Mom," I whisper, my voice trembling. Suddenly, an unexpected voice fills the room, causing me to startle. "I've been waiting for you, Lyca!" I freeze in my tracks as I see who it is. It's my grandparents, standing before me. I had believed this to be my mother's house, and seeing them confirms it. They haven't changed a bit. My grandfather, with his striking gray eyes that resemble mine, still possesses the same charm. As I study him closely, I notice the resemblance between him and my mother. "Do you know why you're here?" my grandfather asks. "No," I reply, my voice barely audible. "Beca
Samuel After class, I immediately ran through the side forest of our clan territory perimeter to practice. I've been doing this every day to become more powerful and eventually become the ruler of all the wolf clans. That was my plan. However, Lyca's actions, or rather, what she did to Irya, will ruin my plan. Zack didn't believe it was Lyca because he didn't know about her in the first place. I clenched my fist and attacked my opponent, but the elderly were much faster than me and evaded my attacks. I eagerly delivered another punch with equal power. That was one of my abilities, along with lightning-fast speed. With each move I made, the dry leaves swirled around me like a tornado. This time, my opponent couldn't dodge my attack. "Hahaha, it seems like you're getting stronger every day, Sam," my uncle's laughter echoed throughout the forest. At night, birds flew in fear. I shook my head. I needed to become much stronger than before. "Because I think Lyca already knows about the
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Irya "Ughhh..." I let out a loud yell as I stumbled into rectangular objects while trailing behind the trio. I nearly destroyed one of them when I used my hands to halt its movement. I quickened my pace after that. I noticed them entering a door guarded by two large men. I waited for them to reappear, but after an hour of fruitless waiting, there was no sign of Lyca, Zack, or Damon. So, I decided to venture inside as well. However, the two men blocked my path. "ID, miss?" One of them asked. "What ID?" I responded. "You're not allowed in here, young lady." "But my friends are inside." "Still, you're not allowed." My patience wore thin, so I gave them what they were asking for. I landed a punch in each of their stomachs, given my small stature and their towering height. I shook my head. Pathetic! I quickly slipped inside and began my search for them. But I was taken aback when I saw Lyca biting a man. What was going on? Damon*** We were overjoyed that Lyca had awakened so qui
King Albert" For centuries, I have slumbered in peace, secure in the knowledge that my illegitimate son is no more. But now... I sense it, I hear it - the blood of my bastard son coursing through the veins of time. "ROAR" echoes through the centuries. Why now? The place where I lay dormant is in disarray. I can hear every rockfall caused by the quake of my awakening. My power permeates the surroundings. "ROAR" - my voice instills fear in all who hear it. "To any descendant of mine who hears me, I demand blood! Give it to me!" A woman's voice responds, "Yes, my lord." Within moments, the echo of a human voice and the sound of a sword slicing through flesh fill the air. Each drop of blood is a symphony to my ears, a melody I haven't heard for centuries. Now, with every passing second, human blood rejuvenates my system. I feel alive again. My skeletal figure slowly levitates, a testament to the residual power that has lingered in my body over the centuries. My illegitimate son, y
Lyca As the school day ended... I found myself strolling through the woods. The sun had set, and the encroaching night was beginning to shroud the forest. Suddenly, I felt a presence trailing me. Fear gripped me, and I quickened my pace, refusing to look back. I was terrified that someone might be lurking, ready to pounce. But then, I remembered my newfound power. I could defend myself. So, I halted, spun around, and yelled, "Reveal yourself!" But there was no one. The only sounds were the rustling of tree branches, a nocturnal bird, and the gentle breeze brushing against my skin. Suddenly, my doppelganger materialized before me, warning, "Be careful, Lyca." Immediately, I summoned my shield to guard myself, as advised by my doppelganger. Tree branches were hurled towards me. They weren't falling naturally; they were moving with intent, as if the trees themselves were attacking me. But my shield held strong, rendering their attempts futile. "Show yourself," I demanded. After a m