( mature audiences )
my mother spent 17 years shielding me from a world of magic and darkness, but now that death has parted us in the most wicked of ways, i've found myself thrown head first into that world.
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( brief description ) dark academia, modern, supernatural, witchcraft, werewolves, enemies to loves, mature content, angst.
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( prologue )
"mom, i'm home!" i chime out as soon as my foot pushes open the front door. my hands are too full of chinese take out, her favorite, to be of any use. hopefully, her love for lo mein will distract her from the fact that i was supposed to be home half an hour ago.
my study session with kiara and george somehow turned into a froyo outing, and i lost track of time. i'm honestly surprised she hasn't already called and threatened to ground me until the birth of my second child.
after making me way through the living room and into the kitchen, i set the two large bags on the counter. "mom!" i try again, wanting to get my scolding over with.
with mom, it's best to just sit and listen to her rant about how dangerous the world is and how much she worries. she's very strict, stricter than most moms.
when i was younger, i just assumed she was overprotective because of my father. well, my lack thereof. he left before i was born, but from what i've heard, his abandonment was a blessing.
eventually, i learned her overbearing regulations on my life weren't a result of the lack of a father figure when i was 12. kiara was having a sleepover, and i was furious that my mom wouldn't even consider letting me go. to my surprise and her horror, my anger shot the electricity in the house, but not before making the lights flicker and all the appliances power up.
she couldn't really explain it away like she had all the other times peculiar things had happened. sometimes the channel on the tv would flip before i even reached for the remote, or my food would somehow warm up before i put it in the microwave. she always brushed it off, assuring me my mind was just playing tricks.
but after the power went out that night, she lit some candles and told me the truth she had been concealing for 12 years.
i'm a witch.
even though i was 12 and had grown out of believing in fairytales, i believed her. it was the only feasible explanation for all the odd things i was able to do, and she had no reason to lie about that.
i remember how devastated she looked when she told me, like she knew she had no other choice but she would've done anything for one. had it not been for my outburst that night, i'm not sure i would've ever found out the truth.
