When I woke, everything was cold, and then everything came back to me. I remembered who I was, and I remembered Naira's lives. All of them. And I remembered how I died the first time, killed by a man named Hamilton Darke. He had also killed my parents. I opened my eyes and saw my room. How did I get back here, was the first thing that crossed my mind. I sat up and I looked around. I put on a sweater and pulled up my shirt to look at the stab wound. It was gone. I felt surprisingly strong, considering everything. I had my memories, I was whole again. I looked in the mirror and I realized my eyes were no longer brown. My hair still was, but my eyes were pewter grey. My witch ring and wings had always been silver, but never my eyes. Nathaniel suddenly opened the door and he saw me. He was surprised by my eyes, but he wrapped me in a hug. And then he kissed me. I tasted warm cinnamon and lilac, as well as snow, cold yet soothing. I realized that I had been dancing around him because I was worried what would happen if I let myself feel. But I wasn't afraid anymore. I let my wings extend and curl around him, and I felt his extend too. His were snow white to my grey and we kissed, but suddenly I felt the urge to turn away. I couldn't look at him, because I remembered Hamilton Darke, and I remembered how he flayed my parents alive. I couldn't look at Nathaniel, because it would destroy me. I would only kiss him again when I found his father, Hamilton Darke, and destroyed him as he destroyed me.
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DarkAngel
FantasyWhen Axel Woodard got a new neighbor, he did not expect she would be a supernatural creature. Stella Jade is wild and free, and he begins to connects with her. But with every good thing, there is always something bad. *Author's Note* I wrote this in...