''Some say the world will end in fire,
Some say in ice.
From what I've tasted of desire,
I hold with those who favor fire.
But if I had to perish twice,
I think I know enough of hate
To say that for destruction ice
Is also great
And would suffice.''
-Robert Frost.
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''It st-started with a-a burn; wi-with a fire that erupted m-me to life,'' I answered as I stared at my trembling hands.
His eyes that resembled orbs of liquid gold, bore into me as he asked the next question, ''And how will it end?''
''I-I...I don't know,'' I stammered as tears blossomed from my tear glands, ''H-how am I su-supposed to decide th-that?! I can't do it!'' I had never felt so helpless before.
''I have lived for a thousands of years, my dear, and never have I heard such a poor lie,'' he commented as his lips twisted into a smirk, ''So, tell me, Delilah, what will you choose? The frost of fire, or the inferno of ice?''
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My name is Delilah Storme.
There was a time when I refused to believe in love and magic.
There was a time when my largest concerns were: to get good grades and flee far away from my foul father; keep myself from breaking a promise I made to my mother, who slept six feet underground; try to forget the bitter aftertaste of a mistake woven into a boy, who hid his secrets behind a philanderous lifestyle.
But then I met him.
A man who I had thought merely existed in the pages of stories written millenniums ago, and the fibers of mythology.
A man, who seemed to have subconsciously sworn to change my beliefs regarding love, and magic.
A man like no other.
And then, nothing was the same.
Note: There are going to be some spelling errors and grammatical errors in this book, due to my lack of time to edit the chapters once I'm done with them. However, I can promise you that the errors aren't bad enough to have you turn away from this story, and that it's worth the read (hopefully :) ). Please do read on, and I hope you enjoy the story :D
*this story is under MAJOR revisions, as of 7.18.23 some parts of this story will be changing, I don't want to take this story down completely so I won't be. There might be a couple discrepancies in the plot once I start, not many and the story will still make sense. Just simple things like switching between first and third point of view. THE STORY WILL STILL MAKE SENSE! It is still good, I just want to make it better, simple as that. I don't know when I will finish, but it can only go up from here.*
My name is Tessa Stilinski. I am the older sister of the hyperactive spaz known as Stiles. On the night Scott got bit, I did too.
I didn't get claws or fangs, I got glowing purple eyes and a strange presence inside my mind. I start to dream of blue fire, and when I'm awake i see glimpses of what I believe to be the future.
When I get angry I feel this power build up inside me, and when I release it, whoever or whatever i'm mad at gets thrown across the room, usually into the wall.
Sounds fun right?
Especially since the Alpha is trying to kill me, and you know...everyone that I've ever known.
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"I'm the Sheriffs daughter, of course I know how to use a gun."
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𝗦𝗘𝗤𝗨𝗘𝗟 𝗜𝗦 𝗖𝗔𝗟𝗟𝗘𝗗 '𝗚𝗨𝗡𝗣𝗢𝗪𝗗𝗘𝗥 𝗔𝗡𝗗 𝗥𝗢𝗦𝗘𝗦'
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*I DON'T OWN TEEN WOLF OR ANY SUPERNATURAL REFERENCES THAT I WILL PROBABLY MAKE! I ONLY OWN TESSA AND A FEW OTHER SELECT CHARACTERS*
*ALL THE OUTFITS AND PICTURES I USE EITHER CAME FROM PINTREST OR GOOGLE*
*CANON TYPICAL VIOLENCE* Trigger Warnings for domestic abuse, sexual violence, sexual harassment, child abuse, alcoholism, suicidal thoughts and actions.
There will be warnings in each chapter where these are mentioned, along with identifying markers in the chapters themselves. Please take care of yourselves! There is also a fair bit of cussing, but after the dreaded movie, I will say that falls under "canon typical