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A Light in the Dark Part Two: A Tainted Surprise

Yvette Francaise

Staring at the two lines, I buried my face into my palms. Two months could not have passed so quickly, dread bubbling in my gut. Throwing all the tests into the nearest trash can. Ignoring the crippling mental fear, a pale face stared back at me. A loud knock interrupted my train of thought, my friend calling for me to help him out in his restaurant. Fixing my borrowed uniform, the pants were already catching on my slight bump. Throwing myself in the chaos, Sarianna scooted up next to me. Her sleek chocolate bob emphasized her features, her ...

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A Light in the Dark Part One: The Lost Child Finds Family

Yvette Francaise

Tires squealed as the metal crunched with every roll, a heavy rain soaking the road. The only thing I could hear was my heartbeat, my face dripping with slick sweat. Unbuckling my seat belt, I crashed to the roof. Pulling myself out, the wounds on my body were superficial. Sprinting to my father’s side, I began to tug on his limp arm. Tears welled up in my eyes, the drunk driver peeling away. Curse that bastard for changing my life in the worst way, intense pain wracking my body. “Get away, honey.” He groaned bitterly, ruby coating his t...

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Tusks and Daggers Part Fifty-One: A Luna of a Night

Yvette Francaise

Luna: A depression came over me, my heart aching for a werewolf to shift with. Scanning the silver buildings, Lottie was off training the adults. The next battle always seemed around the corner. Pulling his hair into a ponytail, he began to cook our dinner. Mishal cooed in his pen as Darwin picked up on my sadness. Clearing his throat, he rose to his feet. Dusting off his emerald blouse, he wiped his hands on his pants. “Can we go play, Dad?” He asked cautiously, his hands crossing. Pressing his lips into a thin line, he passed him a...

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Tusks and Dagger Part Fifty: Pride Finds a Home

Yvette Francaise

A portal swirled to life in front of me, shadow hands yanked me in. Tommy latched onto my leg at the last minute, his claws sinking into my leg. Somata leapt through at the last minute, his body shielding me from the fall. Gritty sand crunched underneath our boots as we struggled to our feet. Dusting off the ivory blouse I had borrowed from Boran, Somata tossed me my scythe. A sea of cacti spread out like the sea, the needles shining in the desert sun. “Where are we?” I groaned, tugging at the hem of my shirt. “At least you are dress...

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Tusks and Daggers Part Forty-Nine: From Nightmares to Dreams

Yvette Francaise

Branches scratched my face, my boots crunching through loose dirt. Skidding to a stop, Cauchemar had launched an attack on me when I went on my walk. Smashing into me, his lips moved a mile a minute, the world shifting to a large cemetery. Fog curled off the wet black grass, his hands tying my hands behind my back. How the hell did he find me? Dragging me into the mausoleum, he tossed me down a curvy flight of stairs. Curling into a ball, rough marble smashed me around. Hearing the lock click shut sent chills down my spine, a low growl rumbl...

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Tusks and Dagger Part Forty-Eight: A Mother Finds a Daughter

Yvette Francaise

The four of us were almost back to Silver City, the name being of the mysterious town that popped up. Rubbing my forehead, this migraine was going to be the death of me. The bushes snapped around us, Wrathia and Jester snapping into a defensive position. Ice and fire whistled by my head, two elves stepping out of the bushes. A fiery red haired woman ignored us, her golden robes fluttered in the hot air of her bright orange flames. Ruby eyes glared in the direction of the other elf, the male elf running his hand through the ice blue curls th...

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Tusks and Daggers Part Forty-Seven: A Foul Trick and A New Friend

Yvette Francaise

Something had separated me from my companions, my boots echoing in what looked like an empty stadium from the history textbooks at home. Confetti dotted the floor, horror rounding my eyes. Clammy sweat drenched my skin, my heart seconds from beating out of my chest. The seats flipped up and down, Tommy and Sir. Acorn jumped onto my shoulder. “We managed to jump through the hole in time.” Tommy purred in my ear, his tail curling around my neck. A cry for help rang out on the stage, our eyes narrowing in the direction of the sound. A c...

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Tusks and Dagger Part Forty-Six: An Emerald in the Dark

Yvette Francaise

Chaos erupted outside my window, the townsfolk shoving a colorfully dressed man around. Grabbing my scythe, Boran glanced up from his book as I leapt out the window. Shoving my way through the crowd, everyone shooting daggers in my direction. Something felt off, my eyes falling on the paling face of a golden eyed individual. Fluffy navy hair fluttered in the wind, a haughty sneer curled on his lips. Cocking his head back, his colorful suit reminding me of a jester suit. The only thing missing was the matching hat with those damn bells, my gr...

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Tusks and Daggers Forty-Five Part Forty-Five: A Diary Leads to A New Ally

Yvette Francaise

A leather book dropped onto my boots, my trembling fingers picking it up. Tracing the name Lord Lakmia, Lust picked me up from behind. My eyebrow twitched irritably, a snarl curling on my lips. Setting me down gingerly, she swiped the diary from me. Tapping the cover, a jolt of electricity shocked her finger. “You seem to have come across my brother’s diary.” She mused playfully, dropping it into my palm. “You can use it to summon him and take him under your wing.” Rolling my eyes, Finapple played with Darwin and Luna by the fo...

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Tusks and Daggers Part Forty-Four: A Lesson to be Taught

Yvette Francaise

“Okay Class! Pop quiz.” A female voice chimed cheerfully, my eyes fluttering open. Decaying walls of a single room classroom blurred into clarity, Boran groaning awake next to me. Attempting to get up from the worn desk, a chain yanked me back down. Boran cursed wildly, our eyes falling on a giggling woman with the perfect hourglass figure. Cocking my brows at her onyx leather corset and tight leather pant combo. The deep cleavage threatened to escape, her spike covered heel slamming onto my desk. Her long emerald coat fluttered in the gentl...

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Tusks and Daggers Part Forty-Three: A Bittersweet Twist of Fate

Yvette Francaise

Sleep evaded me like I was public enemy number one, Mishal reaching for me. Picking him up, I bounced him on my laugh. Kissing the top of his head, his eyes gazed up at me. A smile spread cheek to cheek, his tiny fingers wrapping around my thumb. Boran sat up next to me, his blanket falling to reveal his muscular chest. Running his hand through his hair, a soft groan escaped his lips. “You need to sleep at some point. Someone could see your bags from a mile away.” He voiced with rich concern. “I can watch him if you want to tak...

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Tusks and Daggers Part Forty-Two: Enter the Mother of all Evil

Yvette Francaise

Lottie:Washing my hands in the pond, birds chirped cheerfully around me. Depression hung over me like a cloud, my emotional limit having been met. A letter had shown up from Mina detailing the death of one of my friends Swallowia, a sickness having claimed her life. Tears shattered the surface, her bright smile flashing in my mind. A black portal swirled in front of me, the twins popping up next to me. Clearly, the portal was calling them to come with me. The four of them scratched their heads, concern flashing in their eyes. Wiping my tears...

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Tusks and Dagger Part Forty-One: A Bittersweet Visit

Yvette Francaise

Dackworth: “Explain to me why you are bringing kids, a cat, and a dragon with us to find an herb.” I groaned , noticing Boran’s white wool shirt hugging her torso. “Why did you borrow his clothes?” Untying me from her back, she dangled me in front of her face. My heart fluttered at her annoyed tone, a snarl twitching on her lips. “Helios keeps attempting to burn our camp down and I am the only one with water powers. Darwin has the God of Death in him and happens to know every herb in this realm. Tommy never leaves my ...

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Tusks and Daggers Part Forty: The Worst Type of Date

Yvette Francaise

Something felt off, my eyes scanning the sea of evergreen trees. Nothing had happened for a week, the sound of squeaks stealing me from my trance. Gazing up at the branch above me, Rosey and Sir Acorn were having a pleasant conversation. Lowering the top of my glove to examine the scales on my arm, a sense of pride swelled in me. Boran plopped down next to me, his palm rubbing the exposed scales. Shame dimmed my eyes, his crooked grin reassuring me. “I had a boar’s head until I was sixteen.” He pointed out tenderly, nudging my should...

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Tusks and Daggers Part Thirty-Nine: A Flurry of Reunions and an Interesting Favor

Yvette Francaise

A cry for help echoed in my ears, the pale orange rays of the sunrise flickered in between the trees. Struggling to my feet, my eyes scanned the pathway. Squinting my eyes, an ivory squirrel with ruby eyes was running from a wolf. Scooping up Dackworth, the wolf never stood a chance. Swinging it down towards the wolf, inky sludge painted my face. The wolf decayed to dust, a yawn escaping my lips. Her dusty rose robes were torn, the snow white belt tickling the ground. Her lips parted in protest as I took them into my palm, a sewing needle an...

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