Category: Revolutionary

I couldn’t move. Part of me wanted to collapse. Part of me wanted to hit all of them. Brenda was supposed to be safe here—and now she was gone. Heat rose in my chest for the first time in a long time. I reined it in. I didn’t fake a smile this time. “We have […]

Chapter 18 “What if Anna doesn’t believe us?” I asked. “Nicole and Laura are her protégés. We need proof.” “We might not have time for that,” April said. “First, I need to get past the guards. I don’t want them calling my parents—they’d freak out if they knew I went off base.” I looked at […]

Chapter 17 “Master April, were you able to see who tried to drown you?” Oya asked as we walked through the forest. The smell of pine danced through the cold air. Night had pushed the daylight away, the stars straining for attention beside the moon. Small animals scurried to stay hidden, their movements rustling faintly […]

“Master April, were you able to see who tried to drown you?” Oya asked as we walked through the forest. The smell of pine danced through the cold air. Night had pushed the daylight away, the stars straining for attention beside the moon. Small animals scurried to stay hidden, their movements rustling faintly under the […]

Chapter 16 “Geez, I thought we were going to fight,” Krystal said. “All this talking and explaining.” “Because we’re on the level we’re supposed to be. You’re not.” Brad pushed his glasses up, glancing at Morgan. “So if you saw other mages, you’d only see their pupils. You’re what they call an anomaly. Right, Morgan?” […]

“You see, mages are humans with the ability to summon servants.”Lady Reidlinger’s cane tapped lightly against the polished floor as she led me down a long hallway. The scent of elm lingered in the air, sharp and clean, as if the mansion had just been built. Around us, kids my age talked and laughed—normal stuff, […]

“You see, mages are humans with the ability to summon servants.”Lady Reidlinger’s cane tapped lightly against the polished floor as she led me down a long hallway. The scent of elm lingered in the air, sharp and clean, as if the mansion had just been built. Around us, kids my age talked and laughed—normal stuff, […]

“The line between the living and the dead isn’t a wall—it’s a fog. And some of us were born already walking through it.” I looked toward the window. My mom stood there, phone pressed to her ear, voice low and tired.Who could she be calling this early, right after meeting April? I turned away from […]

“The line between the living and the dead isn’t a wall—it’s a fog. And some of us were born already walking through it.” I looked toward the window. My mom stood there, phone pressed to her ear, voice low and tired.Who could she be calling this early—right after meeting April? I turned away from the […]