The truth hidden behind the moon's shadow was not easy to unveil. Now the fight for freedom will be all blood and bones. War is brewing on the edge of the horizon and kingdoms will fall at the tip of her blade.
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Onyx Ashrevion is a demi-hybrid an...
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The early morning sun and the touch of cool fingers against her sweaty skin alerted Onyx awake, her body trembling against the thin blanket as she turned away from the sun.
Instead, she opened her eyes to see those hazel eyes that bore into her soul the night before and the quiet familiarity of violet eyes flickering over her confused face. "Five more minutes" the Siphon mumbled, pulling the blanket over her head.
Laughter filled the air, fingers gently tugging the blanket down to her chest. "Even on the brink of death, you still find a way to complain about the early sun" Venix uttered in a quiet tone, watching as her friend grumbled again.
"I'm not on the brink of death. I'm already falling" the Siphon said, a metallic taste lingering in the back of her mouth. "I'm just waiting for the impact that will end it all." Muttering those words to herself, flashbacks of the nightmare she had and the horrid terror in the bathroom flashed in her mind.
The images of blood pooling from her mouth and her skin crawling with fire as she screamed in pain for mercy filled her mind and for one second, she thought she was actually in hell, the hairs on her neck sticking to her skin.
"Am I dead yet?" the Siphon asked, running a hand down her face. More laughter rang in the air, this time a calloused hand landing on her shoulder. "Probably. He's here" her friend said, gesturing over to the tribe leader beside her.
Rheynoak scowled, running his fingers through his long locks of dark hair. "You took a nasty fall in the bathroom. Nearly split your skull in half" he muttered, walking over and sitting down beside her. Onyx frowned, kicking the blankets off of her body.
Her skin was still smooth, a little too smooth for her liking and not a single scar lingered on her flesh except the ones on her back and the few marks of birth. Her fingers danced around her neck to find no marks and nothing on her shoulder as well.
"And I am still somewhat alive?" she said, breathing out gently. The tribe leader laughed, locking his gaze with her eyes. "What happened? One minute you were sound asleep in my arms and the next, you were bleeding to death in my arms?"
"Do I even want to know what you did with him yesterday?" Venix said, raising her brows. The Siphon's cheeks turned a rosy color, keeping her gaze on her toes to keep her body from igniting from his touch.
"Something you and Lucien haven't advanced to, dear BloodBone."
The witch scowled at him, her violet eyes flashing. "Have I ever told you how much I wished you were dead?" she growled back, her once pale cheeks now flushing with color. The tribe leader laughed, his hazel orbs glowing like fire. "I'm so glad we feel the same about each other" he replied back, sweet sarcasm dripping off his words like honey.
Their banter went on for what seemed like hours as Onyx sat there and pondered on what had happened last night. Besides her passionate time with Rheynoak, her memory seemed to blur into one red smokey flashback of gore and pain. Screams of the ancient ones rang in her skull and the feeling of fire crawled on her skin.
