Myra
Akira takes over once again. I can feel her sadness as she watches her mate go. The wind has picked up, causing the leaves to rustle. I have never spent the night in the wilderness, never even gone camping. I would have shivered and trembled and probably caught a cold if I had been a mere human, but my wolf kept us warm.
My mind wandered as the night darkened. The occasional hooting of owls broke the silence before it reigned back again. Where did my pack go? What were they doing now? Did they remember that they had forgotten me? Were they relieved that they could finally get rid of me? These questions kept coming back, kept plaguing me through the night until my eyelids became too heavy for me to keep them open.
I was woken up by the chirping of birds and another presence. Akira became alert,
Myra The vampires circled around me while I foolishly remained frozen in place. My eyes turned heavy and belatedly I realized that it was due to the sweet-smelling scent that vampires emitted to make their prey immobile. I made peace with the fact that this might be the end of my short life, but at least I will be relieved of my misery. ~~~~ I groaned as my senses slowly came back. I opened my eyes to a room drenched in morning rays of the sun. A room that was wholly unfamiliar and luxurious. The windows were decorated with rich and expensive looking curtains; the walls were painted tastefully and the bed on which I was lying was the most comfortable that I had ever gotten the privilege to sleep in. For a dreading moment, I thought that I had been captured. It was unheard of about girls being taken away by their m
Damian I stare at Carlos and Vianca's charred bodies. This is a wizard’s or a witch’s handiwork. I scoured the area. There were no traces of any kind. Suspiciously even that omega was gone. That, however, did not increase my worry for her. The spot where I had left was vacant and flies were buzzing around the carcass I had left. Aaron made a face at the scene. “Fucking idiots.” I couldn’t agree more. These two newly formed vampires were getting ahead of themselves. I had heard multiple complaints against them, disrupting and breaking rules. “Who could have done it?” Aaron voiced my question. I shrugged. “Ask someone to put them in coffins. Inform their family.” “Yes, boss.” Aaron got to work while I subtly tried to search one more time. On my way back, I halted when a thought struck me. Could it be...Andrew?
Myra “I...will stay. If that’s okay,” I peer at my soon-to-be guardian, who looks back at me with a suppressed smile. Beside me, Violet is bouncing on her heels excitedly. The moment I had agreed, she had pulled me up and almost dragged me downstairs. By that time, Andrew had emerged from the dining room and was heading somewhere. Eric was unfortunately nowhere to be seen. “Welcome to the pack of misfits.” My eyes widened as if I was waiting for him to reject, to tell me that he had changed his mind. But he was only smiling gently, his eyes kind and clouded with an unfamiliar emotion. Violet squealed and I couldn’t help but wonder whether she reacted this way with every newcomer. My unvoiced question was soon answered as the girl fist pumped. “Finally! I am not the only she-wolf.” I looked at Andrew quizzically, who only s
Damian “Why do you address me like that?” I asked before gesturing to him to take a seat, but as always, he remained quiet. He never tells me why he addresses me like I am someone from the 18th century. He might be from that era, but that’s not an excuse for him to address me like that. He is a great wizard, a famous one at that and calling me that sometimes makes me feel ashamed and awkward. “Fancy seeing you here,” I said. He inclined his head. “I returned from...abroad a few days ago.” He interlocked his fingers and rested his elbows on the table. “So why this impromptu visit?” I prodded. Was it about the killings? “I have rescued your mate.” “What?” His lips twitched at my surprised look. “Well...she
Myra This time, I didn’t dare transform. Whoever it was, didn’t sound friendly. I could sense Akira coming back to her normal self. She had become alert. ‘What happened to me?’ she asked in a panicked tone. I scoffed but did not answer her. Right now, that wasn’t my concern. Sun rays streamed in through broken windows and wherever they had found a crack. Creepers and roots had embraced the walls like one would wrap a scarf around their neck in winter. The place was creepy and gave off bad vibes. “I didn’t believe it when I got the news about your ‘rebirth’. I had laughed for quite some time, but now I see that the news is true,” the masculine voice said playfully. Rebirth? What the hell? “But it’s sad that you got to become a...dog this time,” he said contemptuously, spewing nonsense
Myra “Connor?” I repeat dumbly. Who the hell is that? My voice seemed to bring him out of his trance. His gaze snapped towards me, eyes widening slightly. His lips curled into a small smile, fake one. “Ah, sorry. He is...an acquaintance of sorts, not very welcomed.” His lips tugged up looking more like a grimace than a placating smile. “Is...he dangerous?” I couldn’t resist asking. “No,” he replied, a little too fast which always meant the contrary. I forced a smile which turned into a nervous chuckle for some reason. “Uh..okay?” I silently exited the library because I did not want to ponder on coming across someone potentially dangerous. However, throughout the rest of the day, the word ‘rebirth’ kept repeating in my brain like a broken record. Why did that guy say this? Did re
Myra “And done,” Vi said as soon as she finished putting the eyeliner. I opened my eyes and stared at the girl in the mirror. “Wow,” I breathed. My gaze flickered to Vi, staring at my reflection with approval, a proud glint in her eyes. I stood up, careful to not ruin the dress that somehow Vi had bought for me. When I had asked her, she had shrugged. The wine red off-shoulder bodycon dress fit me perfectly. Even with a lack of curves, I had managed to pull it off. She had kept the makeup light, painting my lips with red lipstick and dabbing just a little highlighter. My hair was left open but styled in a tousle. I felt beautiful. “Thanks,” I said. “You look bomb.” Vi winked. I blushed at the compliment. I chose to slip on flat pumps because I had never worn heels in my life, ne
Myra The kiss was searing and beyond my imagination. His teeth nipped at my bottom lip and I melted even more into his arms which tightened around my waist. My mind had gone numb, every rational thought stifled by an overwhelming desire that threatened to consume me. I moaned as he started leaving open mouth kisses on my jaw, trailing down the column of my neck, nipping and sucking lightly as he went. “Does he do this as well? Does he kiss you like this?” he murmured against my skin. My skin heated at the possessive tone. I shook my head vigorously, too wound up to speak. ”Good,” he muttered darkly. His hand glided up, resting lightly on my flank. I felt light-headed as he caressed the side, feeling the chill through my dress. He switched sides, kissed his way, and claimed my mouth again. The kiss g