"Like many old supernaturals, Ally, there are some Krionas, the really old ones, who eschew modern technology.""How do you communicate with them?""It's called a fire message. A few words are written with the sender's blood on a plain sheet of paper, addressing it to the receiver. The paper is then set on fire. If the recipient wishes to reply the message, the same procedure is used." Conversation between Ally and Dahlia, the day of the town festival in Idris. _________________________________________________________ALLY’s POVI thought I would be okay with walking away from him. I was sure it was the only way to keep moving. That it was what would be best for the both of us. That not seeing those cerulean eyes would make me concentrate on the matter at hand. How wrong I was. The drive to the Gomez pack in Labrador was a two-day journey and we'd stopped in a motel to sleep and continued the next morning, the entire journey silent on my path as I tried to piece together all that I
Of all the supernaturals, the Krionas are the smallest, most cherished group and yet have the shortest life span, the strength of their Sight a gift that while it worked less often than not was a treasure to the rest of the world. To hurt a Kriona is sacrilege. Excerpt from "The Age of Krionas" by Mariah Mien (Kriona, Author.)_________________________________________________________ALLY’s POV"That girl absolutely adores you. It would have taken me hours to get her to sleep, but just one story from you and she's out like a lamp." Aunt Marie grumbled and I chuckled as I placed Mia on the bed. I glanced at the view from the bedroom window before closing the curtains and following her downstairs to the kitchen "You should give her some credit, Aunt, she was up at night watching Disney with me." "Another thing she wouldn't have done were you not around. Just a night here and you're already a bad influence, Ally." She chided and I gave her a lopsided grin, helping myself to an apple.
ALLYCaleb hid the bodies behind a boulder before we marched into the house to see a girl, looking no older than I am trembling in fear. From the look of horror on her face, she'd heard the little noise outside. "Please don't hurt me. I'm just the one who comes here to attend to her and stuff, please, please- Don't kill me." she blubbered, trying to reach for a knife on the wooden table beside her, but our pointed looks told her she was outnumbered and she fell to the ground, still pleading. Caleb knelt beside her, caressing her hair softly as her sobs turned into sniffles. He whispered "There, there. She-", pointing to me "won't hurt you if you cooperate. Alright?" The girl nodded slowly and when she saw me grin, nearly coiled into herself. Caleb chuckled darkly and I scoffed. Yeah, be scared of the big bad Allyson, girlie. He looked at her right wrist and saw a half moon mark there. The Gomez Pack symbol. The girl was a wolf, alright. "What's your name?" Caleb asked her as he
"It's been years of searching, Aiden. How do you know she truly exists?""I'd have thought she was dead, a ghost come alive to haunt me if I didn't have this conviction that she was alive somewhere, out there. I felt the pull to come back here, home to face the ghosts of my past, Mara. Because of her. And she has given me something that I never thought I'd find after so long in the dark. Purpose."Tamara Thorne and Aiden Thorne (2015)_________________________________________________________Tamara’s POVIf I could say I missed her, then I didn't want to think about how Aiden was taking her absence. It'd been two days since she left and yet it felt like years. We were, or better still, I was in Idris, because I hadn't seen Aiden since she left. I let him be because he needed time alone, though I had no idea for how long. When I'd asked where he was going, he'd said nothing, allowing me to wrap him a hug, which said a lot about the amount of pain he was in. I knew he still blamed h
"How would describe my nephew?" "In one word, Cold. It's no wonder that they call him Frost."Sub-councilor Gaia to Jacob Thorne (2016)_________________________________________________________Tamara’s POVFortunately, I was able to trace Aiden to Mondale, three towns away from Idris. Thanking the heavens that he'd chosen to not go into complete hiding, as he often did, getting a witch to cloak himself whenever he wanted to disappear, I drove past the welcome sign, my face donned with sunglasses. I hated sunlight. Sue me.Unlike Idris, where finding a person would take longer, Mondale was a small town and my hunch told me to start my search from cafes and restaurants, because unluckily for my cousin, his face wasn't the type to forget. Except he'd compelled them to forget which would make finding him a whole lot harder. Parking out in front of the first cafe in my sights, I saw him. Looking out the see through glass windows, his gaze intent, he made no move to stand, even though
"We have to tell her, Camille.""We will tell her nothing, Christian. I made a promise. She will be shielded for as long as possible.""What happens when we can't hide it anymore?" "I hope that day never comes." Christian Black and Camille Black about daughter, Ally Black (5yrs old)_________________________________________________________AllyMy entire body feeling like I'd been hit repeatedly by a truck, I opened my eyes to find myself in a luxurious bedroom. Blinking several times confirmed that I wasn't in a dream and I took in the unfamiliar environment. Wait, what happened? The last I thing I remember was running in the woods, talking to Ariel...Ariel. Caleb!!!The memories hit me immediately and I tried mind linking Caleb. It didn't work. Are you there, sister?'Yes.'The reply was too weak and when I tried sitting up, my hands ached, but that wasn't what held my attention. It was the fact that I was cuffed to the bed on both sides. I didn't know what was worse. Th
Ally’s POV Running. I was running through a fog so dense it was hard to see. It was a trap. I shouldn't have ever left the pack, but it's too late now. I wanted to prove myself. Too little, Papa had said. Maybe next year, my sister had whispered just before she left with the patrols to investigate the deaths happening in the human town farthest from the pack borders but under our jurisdiction. I shouldn't have followed them. But I did. "Keep moving, Ally. Please, we need to get you to safety." Kara yelled as we ran through the forest, her eyes glowing amber, the only indication that it was her wolf that ran beside me in human form. The vampires who'd attacked the village, rogues by the crazed look in their eyes, had wanted the wolves from my pack to come and find them. They'd come prepared, armed with silver ar
"Mama, am I a monster?Why am I different from everyone else?" "You are not, my darling. Just like there are many flowers in the world, the red camellia is the rarest of them all. You are like the red camellia. Rare. And that makes you special." Camille to her daughter, Ally (8 yrs old) _________________________________________________________ ALLY’s POV The first time my powers manifested, I was eight. Kara and I had been playing in our mother's garden in the backyard and something had bitten my bare foot. One minute I was screaming and the next, I saw my sister sitting on the ground several feet away from me, terror in her eyes. Our mother, heavily pregnant had rushed out to see what the commotion was about and gasped. That was when I looked around to see what used to be her garden. Nothing remained. Just a huge pile of ash. I'd