Beyond The Realms

Beyond The Realms

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MY LIFE HAD LITERALLY TURNED UPSIDE DOWN WITHIN SECONDS...... Standing in the boys changing room in a desperate attempt to hide from the vicious attacks of a shrieking mystical bird I find out that I'm not human, at least not fully because I'm a half Djinn, and to top it off, I'm being hunted by supernatural assassins. The human realm has lost its safety for me. Is the Djinn realm with its powerful magic, cunning politics, and darkly ambitious shape-shifting queen a safe place for a seventeen-year-old half blood girl to survive? Umm.....I don't think so. But the gorgeous violet-eyed guy who suddenly appears out of thin air doesn't give me the time to process any of this as tossing me over his shoulder he begins moving towards the portal ..... • A stand-alone story• • No cheating •
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"What the hell?" I took a step closer to the mirror, staring at my reflection in disbelief. The person looking back was still me, but at the same time it wasn't. I had the same thick, dark, curly hair. The same hazel eyes. The same olive skin with a light dusting of freckles (ugh) scattered across the bridge of my nose. But my curls were now streaked with highlights. And not the subtle, golden-brown ones that sometimes appeared during the summer. No, these were an aggressive, dazzling blond that went from the roots of my hair all the way to the tips. It looked like I had spent a full day getting my hair done in some upscale salon. Never mind that I had never set foot in such a place since the day I was born. My eyes appeared somehow wider and more luminous. The colour brighter, my eyelashes darker up against them. And, when I looked closely, my pupils seemed to be slitted almost like a cat. I looked down at my body. My skinny arms-which had always refused to gain any definition no matter how hard I exercised-were lined with flat, wiry muscles. My bony shoulders were now curved and smooth. My scrawny legs were toned like a dancer. I reached down and lifted my shirt, revealing two subtle lines running vertically down my perfectly flat stomach, hinting at the rock-hard abs underneath. My whole body was rippling with strength. Like liquid steel.

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