Page 128 of Untraced Magic
Completely and utterly gob smacked, I had no words.
“I don’t know what to say… Thank you!” I stammered.
I wrapped my hands around his neck, giving him a huge hug, staring down at the key in my hand with disbelief.
He grazed my cheek with his thumb, looking down at me with what I could only describe as admiration. “I’m so wildly in love with you, my beautiful mate.”
“I love you, too,” I said, rising onto my toes and pressing my lips to his.
For the first time in my life, I felt settled and content. I was so proud of us and how far we had come, and what our love had defied.
Over the last few weeks, I’d continued to practice using my gift. It had not come easy to me, learning each element and how to wield them individually. I knew it would take time to master, but withTyler by my side, and the support of my newfound friends and family, I was eager to learn and felt safe to do so.
There was a dark side I could call on, but I knew my boundaries and had made the conscious decision to never be like my birth mother. She was all the reasoning I needed not to use it.
Over the past few weeks, Tyler had traced his family's lineage back to a half blood in which he had inherited the same phoenix genes. Turns out, a little magic of the mind was all it took for Tyler to disguise the wings I had grown fond of. They were just another piece of him I loved dearly.
Happiness caressed my heart. I had found real love, the undeniable kind. I had found my father. My grandmother. My mate. My world.
THE END.
Click the title to read Wesley and Skye's storyUNHINGED MAGIC. Tropes include: Forbidden love, brothers best friend, he falls first, dislike to lovers, fated mates, a nickname she hates.
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Unhinged Magic
UNKNOWN.
I watched. Existing somewhere in the veil between life and death. A place where I stillfeltbut could not touch. Where lost souls like mine smudge the boundaries between this life and the next, sitting like unwritten words of poetry. Prose on the tip of one’s quill, waiting to be forged in ink.
I asked myself again, was this really existing at all? Was a place of such solitude worth the immeasurable amount of pain?
Always, the answer isyes.
A breath of air coasting from slightly parted lips broke my thoughts. She slept peacefully, chocolate hair fanned around her, caressing fresh linen. I often wondered, if I could reach out and touch it, what it would feel like. Because over time, memories have faded.
I remembered how my hands once delicately held her soul in mine, in the form of butterfly kisses and timeless whispers. Memories I could never rid myself of, nor move on from. Because love is immortal, with infinite lines of fictional boundaries. Once planted in one’s soul, it has its own heartbeat that breathes only to consume you, giving youeverything.
The thought blurred my vision.
I had everything once. I hadher.
I dropped my gaze to my youthful palms, just as foreign to me as she was. She looked familiar, yet a stranger at the same time. Like the years had shaped her into a modern beauty. An exquisite existence. I would give anything to brush her silken hair from her shoulders and have one last taste of her crimson lips.
That was why I could not leave.
The shackles around my heart were something I could not break free of.
One day I may escape this leash. One day, my world may crumble.
But these moments will never be lost, never become unhinged from my heart.
Skye
“Youfirst.”Morganmotionedme forward from where she stared cautiously down a set of concrete stairs, a solid beat filtering up to meet us from below.
I got it. The new girl never wanted to be the first to enter a room full of strangers, and Morgan knew exactly zero people in this town.
