Mated to My Destiny

I go into my room and lay down on the bed, sighing as I sink into the plump mattress. It is less than twenty four hours before I have to go into hiding, but even now it seems like an eternity.

Night is crawling onto the horizon at a snail’s speed, each second becoming an hour.

I want to lose the world, to leave it behind forever. I envy the time when my life was simple and I could sleep without the stress of waking up the next day a step closer to imprisonment by the wolf police.

Alert streaks through my mind when I recall that email from two days ago, one that called for my termination. I haven’t even thought about what would happen if I was found guilty by the council.

How would they exterminate me? It is almost impossible to kill a werewolf... oh yeah. I’m not a full werewolf. I’m not even a true Spier.

But how can I prove that I am a Spier? I can’t even do the most basic of all skills; conjure a spirit spear. And what I can do is very much different from what a Spier does.

My eyesight becomes strained, and I find myself falling into a type of slumber that isn’t fully asleep. My eyelids slip downward, and the world turns black before me.

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There is a sudden squeak, and I am immediately awake. My eyes stay closed, but my heart beats ever faster.

I freeze completely, not moving a single muscle. The small, nearly inaudible noise resounds once more around the room, and I am sure that there is an intruder.

My nose detects a slightly flowery aroma, one full of old and greying age. Alert surges through my blood, suspicion in my thoughts.

I slowly open my eyes, aware of the darkness surrounding me. It is darkest of nights, almost as black as when my eyes were closed.

Without a sound, I slip onto the ground, my feet making no resounding impact with the floor.

I spot the outline of a small being standing at my closet door, shuffling through my clothes. I creep forward like a snake, slipping across the floor towards my target.

Suddenly, fright stiffens the creature, and it hurries to the door. I lunge for it with amazing speed, grabbing its ankle.

Its flesh is soft like a human’s skin, yet wrinkled and weary.

”Who are you?” I ask angrily, ”Why are you in my room?!”

A small yelp escapes the strange creature as I grip it tightly, unrelenting.

”Nothing, mistress! I am nothing.”

Its hands reach to cover its face, whimpers escaping it. Alarm evacuates me as I hear its voice, so soft and gentle that I cannot be afraid.

”Don’t move, ok?” I ask, and let go of her ankle. I walk over to the light, and reach for the switch.

”NO!”

The creature’s shriek is plainly heard throughout the whole room. Read this novel at novelceо.com for the best experience.

”Please, no bright light,” it begs, ”it will kill me.”

I pause with my hand on the wall, staring at it.

”Then how do I see you?” I question it softly.

”Turn on the table lamp,” it suggests.

I went over to my dresser and twisted the small knob. Soft yellow light floods the room, and I can finally see it clearly.

Large brown eyes are set in a wrinkled, sagging face, with thin lips and a pointy nose. Her smooth gray hair is in a bun, and her small, three-foot form is adorned with a simple dress and apron.

She looks like a perfect, yet miniature grandmother.

”I am a phoenae,” she says softly, as if the name itself is of the utmost importance.

”I work here, for the masters.”

Without a word, I open the door and beckon for her to follow. There are small shuffles of movement, and then we both reach a door.

I raise my hand to knock, but then my hand freezes. I suddenly realized that I had subconsciously traveled to Blake’s room, and that I was not welcome to him.

Let’s try the other door, I think, quickly shuffling a few more steps down the hall. Trying not to be loud, I slip into Jame’s room.

The silver-haired man is sitting at his desk, tapping keys on his cutting-edge laptop. When I am barely an inch away from him he swivels in his chair, facing me stoically.

”Why are you coming to talk to me at -” he checks his watch, ”eleven o’clock at night?”

”I would like to know what this is, exactly,” I gesture to the slender creature in confusion, and James’s eyes widen.

”It was in my closet three minutes ago.”

”I guess you were bound to notice eventually, with your newfound abilities,” he shrugs slightly, leaning back in his seat.

”She is a phoenae, a phoenix-like creature that age every day, and is reborn every night at 12:00. She and a few others clean the mansion for us.”