fanqie novel
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Rain pov. Morgan's screams pull me out of my sleep and when my eyes open, I find her next to me, tears streaming down her face as she claws at her body. I quickly shift back, grabbing her hands to stop her from drawing any more blood, my heart clenching at the painful howls that leave her lips. Magnus appears next to the bed, and I growl at him, but he ignores me, placing his hand on her forehead, a deep frown on his face. "What's going on?" Isa asks as she blips into the room, her wings still tucked into her back.
"I have no idea." Magnus mutters, the concern in his voice making my skin scrawl. He's had years to be a worried parents and now, when the world is going to end and he can't pretend he didn't fuck up anymore, he's standing by her bedside. I want to tear his head off his shoulders, but I have a feeling Morgan wouldn't like that, no matter how much she hates him. She might wan the chance for herself.
"Rain?" I shrug my shoulders at the Fairie's question, fighting my grip on her hands when she tries to slip them out again. Her skin turns warm and then I'm forced to let go as her whole body burst into flames.
"Her magic is out of control." Magus mutters, a blast of water coming from nowhere, hitting Morgan but it doesn't do much to stop the flames, just sends steam in the air. The flames seem to be contained to her body, not leaking anywhere in the room and we can only stand by and watch.
"Is this what's supposed to happen?" Isa asks and the black-haired man shakes his head.
"No... or at least I don't think so." She frowns at him and then looks back at Morgan who's stopped burning now.
"You don't think so?" I ask, wondering why the hell he's even here. All these people have a remarkable tendency to show up when trouble comes but they're all useless. With their lies and their schemes there is no way to trust them and I'm seriously wondering whether they know the truth among themselves at this point.
"I've never been in this situation before. There's never been another of my kind that I know of and since Morgan is only half, I have no idea of any of what she's doing is normal." He sighs, running a hand over his face, resting it over his mouth. There's a slightly helpless look in his eyes but I can't find any kind of sympathy for him inside of me.
"She's emitting a strong magical force. Stronger than you let on." Isa says, her eyes not leaving Morgan who's started to settle down now.
"It's the beginning stages, her magic has been locked inside of her since childhood. It's bound to be a little unstable, a little stronger. She'll become stable." Magnus mutters and Morgan makes him seem like a lair when she's suddenly swirled in a cocoon of moving water. The water turns into ice and then disappears, as if her skin is absorbing it before there's a strong gust of wind and then the floor beneath us cracks.
"You were saying? She's messing with the elements, Magnus." Isa growls out, panic in her eyes. I watch Morgan, not a sound coming from her lips as all of this is happening.
"So, she has elemental magic." The words barely leave his lips before Morgan's body rises in the air and then her skin starts glowing, a white light emitting from her before she gently floats down to the bed and settles.
"I think she had a little more than elemental magic." Isa whispers, the room going dead silent as we watch Morgan. Painfully slow moments pass before her eyes flutter open, her dark orbs replaced with a molten grey metal that looks to be swirling around her irises.
"Oh, god." It's a haunting plea coming from Magus as he watches Morgan. "God, no." He sounds scared and I have no idea why. I walk to the bed and sit down beside her, reaching out to run my fingers down her cheek. Her eyes focus on me, blinking a couple of times before she reaches up and takes my hand in hers, warmth spreading through my entire body, crawling into my soul.
"That's new." Remi purrs inside my head, the touch nearly knocking him out as pleasure fills my body.Content is © by NôvelDrama.Org.
"You scared me." I admit, the words drifting between us. She closes her eyes and nuzzles against my hand. I run my other hand through her hair, pulling her towards me and she comes willingly. I tuck my head between her neck and shoulders, scenting her to find her scent has changed. There's an earthy smell to the sweetness she normally carries, something wild and untamed hidden in her scent and it drives me insane. I feel my canines extending and I brush them in the junction between her neck and shoulders, biting down just enough to cause indents but not breaking the skin as her body shudders in my arms.
"I think we better go." Isa mutters but I don't look to see if they're really gone. All my attention is focused on the woman in my arms, trying to figure out what else has changed about her. The longer I stare at her face the more I see the subtle changes. Her face is a lot more defined, the softness that was there before gone, and there seems to be no imperfection to be found. As I watch her, I notice a silver streak appearing in her hair, slowly turning a line from the top of her hair to the base of her neck a molten silver.
She draws closer to me, crawling onto my lap as she hides her head in my neck. My arm wrap around her body, the skin contact making me shudder as her warmth seems to be crawling under my skin, settling somewhere deep in my soul. She stays tucked into me until the first rays of daylight enter the room and long after the birds outside stop singing and through all of it, I can feel her change in my arms. Feel her shift into someone, something different as her steady breaths warms my skin. Her scent changes with every shift but the sweetness stays, she's always sweet. I catch hints of water, some of dust, there's a floral note somewhere, a dark hint of something that I can only describe as danger, but it draws me in rather than pushing me away. She settles against me, and I release a breath I didn't know I was holding when her scent stabilizes, when all of her transforms into one tangible thing that makes my mouth water and the need to mark her hammer in my chest.
Remi surges to the forefront, hovering just beneath my skin and when she untucks her face from my neck her eyes are the most beautiful thing I have ever seen in my life. Liquid silver stare back at me and I know she's the dark parts as much as she's the light ones. Her irises swirl for a few moments more before settling back into dark brown orbs but even in them there's something different, something feral and deep inside me I know she'll never hurt me, but I can't say the same for anyone else and that in itself is terrifying.