Nessian short stories

SHORT STORY 1

Nesta's POV

Two hours later, he was still staring at me from across the library, leaning lazily against a table. My calm state frayed as the minutes passed yet I tried to ignore him and that intense stare of his. I continued to read my novel - a romance that would never work between two desperate lovers - subtly watching Cassian from the corner of my eye. 

But as hard as I tried, my attention always wandered back to him.... His annoying, eye-gorging personality that drove me mad, his cocky appearance which he claimed all the girls 'would beg for' and his stupid big-headed ego that pushed him into a world of trouble with Amren and Morrigan...

I glanced up at him and met his stare across the room. 

Why was he still here? 

I glared at him and hoped that it would be enough to scare him off but instead he just smirked. I huffed and glanced back down at my book, trying so damn hard to read through the lifeless scenes these few pages beheld. Of course I eventually gave up, my calmness completely lost and I pushed out my chair, savouring the loud screech it made as it dragged out across the floor and stormed up to Cassian.

He grinned down at me and my insides melted and just for that, I did the only thing that I could think of...

I smacked my book across his head.

"Ouch!! What the fuck!? What was that for??" he grabbed his head in pain, glaring daggers at me. I shrugged, crossing my arms and frowned at him.

"You were annoying me." He scowled and reached out to grab me but I was faster, stepping back out of his reach. He growled and stalked towards me like a wolf would with its prey. Shivers ran down my spine while his growl vibrated through my body but I was clever enough to hide my feelings of pleasure as I continued to dance away from him.  

I slumped back into the cosiness of my chair, leaving him alone on the other side of the library. He gazed back at me intensely, making me feel uncomfortable so I lifted my book in front of my face and continued to read.

Though I actually wasn't. I couldn't. My concentration wasn't focused on the romantic dilemmas within my novel. Instead it was focused on the illyrian brute standing a few metres away from me. I peeped over the edge of my book and caught him smirking at me... Or did he catch me looking at him...? I blushed and ducked my head down. 

Why did I feel like this?! That dumbass didn't deserve what I felt after what happened during the war!

I immediately felt guilty as horrific memories of the war threatened to overwhelm my soul. 

Our father's death... The snap of his neck as the King of Hybern's fingers crushed into it...  

The weaver's death - exactly the same - so quick, so casual... almost like a bad dream...

And then there was Cassian... wings shredded, bones broken, blood - red as rubies - pooling around him as the King of Hybern, as merciless as he ever was, readying his sword to land the killing blow...

A sob escaped my lips as I trembled angrily. I had been ready to shred apart the world, if anyone hurt Cassian. I was ready to sacrifice myself if it meant that I could still be with him! My soul raged with a burning desire to destroy every hybern citizen that had ever lived. I would make it my life's only goal. 

Footsteps sounded toward me and when I glanced up, meeting Cassian's stare, I wept uncontrollably. His arms enveloped me from behind and I allowed him to comfort me, my breathing turning ragged as i continued to relive those heart-wrenching moments.