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Chapter ten


“She became terrifying to me, not because

I feared who she was, but for the sake of love,

I feared what she could do to me,”

By: Christopher Poindexter.

10

*The Trace

Xana’s heart was pounding fiercely inside her chest, smashing violently against her ribs. Her mind racing, jumping to the worst conclusions she could think of. Her hands gripping the steering wheel in an iron grip, turning her…


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Chapter Nine


“You are terrifying and strange and beautiful,

Something not everyone knows how”

To love”

By, Warsan Shire.

9

*An Adventure.

“Are you out of your mind?” Xana asked between her gritted teeth, glaring at Alston while placing both her hands on Jamie’s chest. Michael was still kneeling beside Xana, steadying her, she would have fallen if it wasn’t for Michael.

“He saw what you are, I had to do…


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Chapter Nine


“You are terrifying and strange and beautiful,

Something not everyone knows how”

To love”

By, Warsan Shire.

9

*An Adventure.

“Are you out of your mind?” Xana asked between her gritted teeth, glaring at Alston while placing both her hands on Jamie’s chest. Michael was still kneeling beside Xana, steadying her, she would have fallen if it wasn’t for Michael.

“He saw what you are, I had to do…


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Chapter 8


“How clear she shines! How quietly

I lie beneath her guardian light;

While heaven and earth are whispering me,

“To morrow, wake, but dream to-night.”

Yes, Fancy, come, my Fairy love!

These throbbing temples softly kiss;

And bend my lonely couch above,

And bring me rest, and bring me bliss.”

How clear she shines. By: Emily Brontë.

8

*Guarding Light.

Xana stood in the bathroom looking at…


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Chapter 7


“Her eyes are like the evening air, her voice is like a rose,

Her lips are like a lovely song, that ripples as it flows,

And she herself is sweeter than, the sweetest thing she knows.

A slender, haunting, twilight form, of wonder and surprise,

She seemed a fairy or a child, till, deep within her eyes,

I saw the homeward-leading star, of womanhood arise.”

Hesper. By, Henry Van…


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Chapter 6


“We are all damaged, but because of her,

I am beautifully sewn.”

Christopher Poindexter.

6

*Lost Souls.

–Three years later…

“ALSTON!!” Xana screamed and Alston jumped, startled and nearly fell down. Xana was dangling from the tree he was leaning against a moment ago. Locking her legs on a branch, dangling upside down, her hair almost touching the ground and her tattoo visible under her left…


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Time doesn’t heal anything, it just teaches you how to live with the pain.

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Chapter Five


“Cowards suffer, heroes enjoy.”

Henry David Thoreau

5

*First Mission

It was only a few days before Xana got her first mission. A rogue vampire, who killed a human, then went into hiding.

“Uriel’s message said he is hiding in Cotswolds, in one of the stone houses. We have to keep watching out for him and when he shows himself, we take him down,” Xana said while she examined her swords for the…


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Chapter Four


“You whom the kings saluted; who refused not

The one great pleasure of ignoble days,

Fame without name and glory without gossip,

Whom no biographer befouls with praise.”

To The Unknown Warrior – Poem by Gilbert Keith Chesterton

4

*Arma Ritus

Or handing the warrior his weapons of choice rituals, as Calum had explained before in one of their lessons. The celebration every warrior dreams…


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