Sunday, June 18, 2017

The Magic Within Update

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TMW Chapter 19 on FFn

TMW Chapter 19 on Wattpad

A few hours later, I packed up my laptop and verified appointments for tomorrow. Tanya walked with me out to my car. I could feel her magic underneath the surface and she was acting as my personal body guard. “I’m okay, Tanya,” I said.

“You can’t be too careful, Mr. Cullen,” she said, arching a brow. She let her nails grow into her bear claws. “It’s important that you’re protected. Emmett is working and cannot be by your side. When I’m in my bear form, I can keep you safe.”

“Is this per Carmen?” I asked.

“No, per me,” Tanya said, retracting her claws and looking around the parking lot. “You are the only one who can lead us, ending this battle between good and evil.” She gave me a warm smile, bowing as I got into my car. With a wave, I drove out of the lot and to my shithole apartment. I knew I had to end my lease and pick up any personal items. There wasn’t a great deal of belongings that were in that apartment. Most of the furniture was second hand. My clothes were the only things I wanted. The rest could be trashed, donated or whatever.

Parking near the office, I slipped out of my car and into the office. However, something was amiss. My body was trembling at the power inside of the office. Even my hair was tingling. Something was not right and I was being led into a goddamned trap.

Fuck my life …

My hands were in rigid claws. The power was overwhelming, making my spine tingle. I kept my face impassive, moving slowly. “Hello?” I called out. “Mr. Turner? I’m here to talk to you. It’s about my lease?”

Mr. Turner walked out, his body movements stiff and uncoordinated. “Mr. Cullen,” he said, his voice bland. “Thank you for coming.”

“Yeah, well, I have another appointment. How much do I owe to break the lease and to pick up my stuff from my place?” I asked. The air around me was growing colder. My skin felt too tight. Mr. Turner stared at me, blankly. “Mr. Turner?”

“Sign here,” he said, handing me a piece of paper. It was blank.

“Sign what? This is blank,” I said, holding up the white paper. “Look, if you’re going to waste my time …” Turner glared at me, leaping over the desk and pushing me onto the ground. I pushed him off my body and hopped up, allowing the power flow through me. Turner was on his hands and knees, snarling lowly. He morphed into a large wolf. His snarls grew angry and he sprang toward me. I shot up a wall of ice, but the wolf easily broke through it, latching onto my shoulder. I yelled out in pain, throwing him off me.

Stay human. Stay human. Stay human.

Holding my arm, I created a sword out of ice. The wolf attacked again. I pushed the sword through the animal and it howled, broken and anguished. Tossing the wolf onto the desk, it collapsed under its weight and amongst the ruins, a naked man lay in it. The man was not Mr. Turner. He was tall, with long black hair and a tattoo on his shoulder. The sword was through his body.

Ice Sword

Wolf that attacked Edward


Edward's animal form

Peter and Charlotte's Home

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