Eileen (Eye--Lean) is a sixteen-year-old Highborn mage. Old magic runs through her veins.
From a young age, she's practiced and trained to be the next ruler of the Organisation. She mastered the art of spells, potions, crystal work and deciphering runes. A master of mages, many called her.
However, on one fateful night, she slipped up. Eileen has done something unforgivable, and the love and adoration she felt turned into venom in a mage's veins. Hated by not only mages but humans, Eileen must navigate her way back to the Mage World and reclaim a life she's always wanted -- to be left alone working on her runes.
But something stirs in the night. Something mysterious in the form of golden eyes. It rumbles like a dragon's growl, prowling towards its prey.
In a world filled with magic, danger lurks around every corner. Golden eyes, silver eyes, blue eyes, green eyes, brown eyes. Someone wants her dead, but who?
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Or, what?
"You good, babe? You kinda seem a bit off today."
"How so?" I asked, even though I knew the answer to that question.
Damien answered, "Well you haven't been talking much, even when we were driving from the school and to your house, you've avoided eye contact with me, and you seem a bit nervous around me. I know you've been a bit sick last week, but I can't help but feel as if you're hiding something from me."
I stared outside of my window as I sighed, "You're right, but I don't know how you'll react. I myself don't know how to react. I haven't told anyone."
"About...?" Damien asked as he parked the car in front of a liquor store.
I sighed, "Can we talk about this later?"
Damien sighed before nodding and getting out the car. He then went into the liquor store and, after about ten minutes, came back with two bags with two bottles in each. He placed the bags in the trunk before getting in the driver's seat and staring at me.
"What?" I asked shyly.
"Are you pregnant?" Damien asked with a straight face while staring me into my eyes.
I blushed, "What? Why would you think-"
"Are you pregnant, City?" he asked again, and I looked away.
*This story contains mature themes and contents. Read at your own risk*