I’m currently rewriting my Amara series. It has a huge lack of plot that I’m trying to fix. If you have any tips for me drop a comment. I don’t want to work on my new one until I polish up the old one. So I’m not going to have a lot of new stuff to post. But maybe when I’m done I’ll start posting whole chapters instead of small scenes! Good idea? Bad idea? Let me know what you think!
Amara made her way through the forest. She found a large rock to sit on and pulled her legs to her chest. Resting her head on her knees, she let the tears flow. They came abundantly and she didn’t hold them back. It was like she could feel her heart ripping in two.
She tried to catch her breath and pull herself together. A breeze brushed her cheek. She inhaled sharply. A familiar scent was carried on that wind. Then she heard him. She kept her head down, not bothering to look at him while he spoke.
“What’s wrong, darling?” Tucian whispered. His lips brushed against her ear, sending an awful shiver through her.
“None of your business. Go away.” Her stomached knotted. She didn’t want to deal with this today. She didn’t want to fight. She just wanted to be left alone.
“Come now, Amara. I could hear your sobbing from the other side of this forest.”
She peeked out to see him walking in slow circles around her. He moved behind her and stayed there.
“I’m not in the mood for these games. Go. Away,” she demanded.
“There was a time when you loved these games; loved me.” He breathed in the smell of her hair and started to walk around her, his finger running down her arm.
She couldn’t stand it. She stood up to face him and looked into his eyes. Her eyes shifted from turquoise to black. Tucian’s love was about possession, jealousy, and power. For the moment her fear was overwhelmed by her anger. Now she was ready for a fight.
“That time is long gone, Tucian. Now get out of here!” She shouted. But he didn’t leave. Instead he took her hands in his, which only fueled her frustration.
“Come, Amara. We both know that’s not completely true.”
“It’s thoroughly, absolutely true.” She pulled her hands out of his.
They stared each other down. She would end this. She went to use her powers. But as she raised her free hand, Tucian pulled both her hands together and wrapped a wire tightly around her wrists. Nothing happened. Tucian laughed.
“Something wrong?” He pulled the wire and yanked her close. The wire dug into her wrists. “Maybe you’ve lost your touch,” he said intimidatingly close to her face.
Amara looked down at her hands, terrified. She looked back up at him with a face full of fear. “What have you done?!” It was the first time in her 26 years she didn’t have her powers. But not having her powers didn’t mean she was powerless.
She choked back her fear, dropped down, and swung herself between his legs. The wire cut into her more until he lost his grip. Blood began to ooze around the wires, but she knew she had to keep going. She stood and kicked him in the back, pushing him forward.
“There’s no point,” he said as he turned to face her. “Without your powers you—“
Amara jumped and swung both fists into the side of his head. “Without my powers, I can still fight!” She shouted angrily.
She turned and kicked him in the torso. As her foot landed the blow, white powder exploded from his suit jacket. He stumbled back a few steps out of the white cloud.
Amara coughed as the floury substance entered her mouth and nose. Her lungs seized up and stole her breath. Everything got blurry. Dizziness filled her world as the powder dispersed and disappeared. Her legs gave out. Tucian caught and lifted her. She couldn’t make out his face any more. She fought to stay awake but soon slipped into unconsciousness.
Amara stayed outside the crowd, near the walls. She watched everyone enjoying themselves. They were all so happy, so carefree. She knew better though. Monsters lurked inside people and she couldn’t be so trusting. Drinking, dancing, flirting with strangers. She would never be so blissfully ignorant.
As she was caught up in her thoughts, her stomach churned suddenly. Something was wrong with Avery. Then a voice straight from her nightmares whispered into her ear, “Dance with me.” She turned and plowed Tucian into the wall. She held her arm across his neck. He was wearing a red leather mask with etchings on it. His grey eyes were unafraid.
“How did you find me?” Amara asked. She put on a hard face and didn’t let the terror in her heart show. Tonight would not be the escape she had wished for. She could only hope Tucian hadn’t been watching her all night.
“Well, it wasn’t easy. I think I’ve earned a dance.” He smiled suavely.
“What you’ve earned is a slow and painful death.” Amara pushed harder on his throat.
Tucian grabbed her arm, spun her around, and put his arm around her throat. He watched her chest rise and fall as her breathing sped up. His grip tightened. He hadn’t been this close to Amara in far too long. He needed to focus. “Dance with me,” he said forcefully, “or everyone in here will be dead by morning.”
Amara broke free of his grip and shoved him. Her black eyes glared at him but she didn’t say anything else as Tucian took her hand and led her to dance. She knew well enough that he had no problem with murder if it served his needs. But it was still difficult to make her feet follow him. Her body fought her, hesitating, itching to run. Her hand gripped his tightly, keeping herself from leaving.
A new song started and Tucian twirled Amara around the floor as her eyes faded back to their usual green. He looked like the picture of sophistication. Every girl in the room watched him, wishing to be Amara. He wore a black shirt, black tie, and black and red brocade vest and suit coat. His stark white hair was in soft, short waves going up and over to one side. If Amara didn’t know what he was capable of, she would be swooning too. Instead, she was resisting her fight or flight instincts. She kept as much distance between them as possible. It made them look like a couple of high school kids who didn’t want to touch.
“Why here? You could try to kill me anywhere. Why bother with these people?” Amara asked. Her plum gown swept the floor in elegant circles.
“Because, Amara.” Tucian pulled her into him, holding her tight, “I didn’t want to miss this dance. I would have missed you in this dress.” He spun her in a circle away from him, looking her over, and yanked her back. She slammed into his solid chest with a soft groan. “You look positively enchanting. Silver suits you.” He stroked her cheek, referring to her mask and his silver powers.
Amara pulled her face away from his hand. His touch had sent chills of fright through her. Her insides twisted and wrenched. “Enough, Tucian. What are you doing here? Is Jett with you?”
“What I’m doing here, is dancing. Yes, Jett is here. If he’s been successful he’s with your sister right now.”
Amara turned to run. Jett would kill Avery. She had to find her. Tucian grabbed her hand and pulled her back.
“Not quite yet, sweetest.” He pressed his hand down her back, pulling her hips against him.
Amara cringed at his body pressed so tightly against her own. “I’ll make this simple for you. Let me go or I’ll kill you,” she threatened.
“In front of all these people? I don’t think so. Besides, if you kill me, they all die. But don’t worry. Jett won’t kill Avery. He’s keeping her busy to give us a few minutes alone.” He bit her ear lobe, making Amara’s face scrunch in disgust. He lowered his voice, and whispered in her ear, “So if you want everyone here to live, you’ll stay and finish dancing with me.”
“What did you do?” Amara asked. She pushed him back a little and reluctantly resumed allowing him to guide her. But the darkness of her again black eyes conveyed the anger boiling within her.
“Jett and I may have poured a little something into the champagne. A potion. On its own, harmless. When combined with its other half, deadly. I know you don’t drink but everyone else here does. If things don’t go our way tonight, in any way, we have a friend ready to pour the other half of the potion into the drinks. As soon as they take a sip they’ll all drop dead.”
“Only you would do something so horrible. And for what? To torment me?” Her heart raced. The blackness drained from her eyes and her body started shaking.
“Why, Amara. Is that fear I detect?” Tucian dipped her low and kissed her neck.
Amara turned away and squeezed her eyes shut. His lips against her skin was unbearable. But lives were at risk. She wouldn’t chance running again knowing that.
Tucian glanced across the dance floor. Jett nodded to him. He pulled Amara up and spun her for a minute longer. “I would love to explain why but I can’t. Not right now. I had hoped to have longer. But it seems our time has run out.” He released her from his grip. “Goodbye, lovely.” He kissed her hand, bowed, and disappeared. Jett followed.
Phew! It’s been a minute since I posted. Sorry about that! After NaNo was done I was wrote out. I needed a little break. But I’m back! And I have a surprise for you. I’ll be posting a fun, dramatic scene from book two of my Amara series! I think you’ll find the interactions very different from the first book. What happened to my characters to change it so much? Maybe you’ll find out later. Don’t want to reveal all my secrets… So keep an eye out this Sunday! And drop me a like or, even better, a comment!
“I told you, I need your help.” Lenci stood and walked past Beck. She made her way to the kitchen and looked in the fridge until he joined her.
“Right,” he looked over the fridge door at her, “with demons.”
“Not demons plural. Demon singular. Just one.” Lenci took the milk from the fridge. She gathered a few other ingredients on the counter and got a pan out.
“Because that makes it sound less crazy.” Beck rolled his eyes and leaned against the counter she was using.
“Oh no,” Lenci reached around Beck to grab the milk, “nothing makes it sound less crazy. But it is more accurate, which I think is important.” She poured the milk in the pan and put it back in the fridge. She continued reaching around Beck to get to her ingredients, paying him no mind as she cooked. Chocolate chips, salt, and peanut butter followed into the pan.
“You’re crazy,” he commented.
“I know.” She stirred her ingredients as he watched her. “Mind putting those back in the cupboard?”
Beck shook his head in disbelief and turned to put her ingredients away. She reached into another cupboard for two white mugs and poured the contents of the pan into them. She topped the drinks with whipped cream and mini Reese’s candies.
“So where’s this demon?”
Lenci stood close to him, handed him a mug, looked him right in the eye, and said, “You’re looking at her.”
Beck stared at her silently as his hands warmed around the mug. He looked at her curled red hair, her brown eyes, her coral lips, her freckle dusted cheeks and nose. She didn’t look like a demon to him. But he could tell she was serious. She meant it. She backed away a little and clinked her cup to his before taking a big gulp of her drink.
“You?” He asked with noticeable skepticism.
“No, not me, silly.” She continued drinking as she walked away.
You guys, you guys, you guys!!! Guess what I did?! I won my first NaNoWriMo ever!!! I’m so excited! Wow! My novel is totally unpolished and ridiculous. But it’s there. It’s all down and I have something to work with. What a great push this gave me to get it out of my head and into writing. I hope you’re all meeting your goals too. Remember, whether you’re winning or not, writing is about doing what you love. That’s what really matters. Be proud of whatever you accomplish! Good luck to all as this crazy month comes to a close!
NaNo is going really well so far! I’ve started a whole new story I’ve had brewing in my head for a long time now. Here’s a little snippet for you. It’s very rough as I’m not doing any revising/editing until the whole story is down. This will get changed. But it’s exciting to get it all down. Let me know what you think!
Lenci looked down at her blood stained hands. That was never a good sign. She looked around for her Keeper. She found him lying on the ground a few feet away. Her chains rattled as she ran over. She slid on her knees but didn’t bother checking for a pulse when she saw the hole in his chest.
“No!” She cried as she grabbed the man’s shirt. “Why?! I warned you!”
“There’s no time for mourning,” a voice sounded from a dark corner. A man strode powerfully to her.
“What do you mean?” She took his hand and let him help her to her feet.
“Keepers.” He touched her wrists and her cuffs and chains fell away. “They’re disappearing. Someone is taking them.”
“Taking them? Could this have been someone else?”
“No. This is exactly what it appears to be. The others weren’t murdered, only taken.” He shook his head. “This is as you thought.”
“I was afraid of that. Fredrick, you idiot.” She wiped a tear away, leaving smeared blood in its place on her cheek. She turned away. “What are we going to do about the Keepers? Are there enough left for everyone?”
“Everyone but you has a trained Keeper. They’ve all been moved into hiding. But there are no more.” He looked at her sadly. “You’ll need to find your new Keeper out in the world. And you need to do it fast. Time, as you very well know, is not on your side.”
Yay! Halfway there! Does anyone else feel like they’re running out of words? Or is it just me? Ha ha hopefully I’ve got 25,000 more in me! I hope you’re all meeting your writing goals as well. If so, great job! If not, don’t worry. As long as you’re doing your best, and doing what you love, that’s what matters! Don’t get discouraged.
Also, expect a little sample of what I’m working on on Sunday. Im pretty excited about it so I hope you like it too!
“Come on!” Jett took her hand and led her to the fence in front of the station. It was the only thing between them and the train. “This is going to be great,” he whispered to her as he helped her hop down the last bit of chain link. He swirled his hand around and a bucket appeared. He pulled something out of it and held it out for her to see.
“Water balloons?” Avery looked at Jett in confusion.
“Water balloons.” Jett nodded and handed her one. “Go ahead. Toss it!”
Avery didn’t know what he was so excited about. She shrugged and lobbed the balloon at the train car. It exploded and splattered bright purple onto the wall. She gasped and giggled. “I love it!”
“I thought you might.” Jett laughed and threw a balloon of his own.
Soon the side of the train was covered in colorful splashes that dripped down. It was a beautiful sight to see. They climbed back over the fence and stood back, admiring their work.
“It’s great!” Avery said.
“It is. Only one thing could be greater covered in paint tonight.”
“What?” Avery turned to look at him and found a balloon hurtling toward her. She tried to turn away but wasn’t quick enough. It thudded against her chest and sprayed blue all over her. She squealed at the impact.
Jett laughed as Avery wiped at her face. Then she swirled her hand and the bucket of balloons disappeared and reappeared in her hand. She returned fire and splattered Jett’s torso with yellow. He grunted and stumbled backward.
“Oh, it’s on, A!” He held his hands out and balloons appeared in them.
Avery screamed and ran as she threw balloons behind her. Jett threw them at her back. She reached the end of the platform and jumped to the grass. He pelted her with a few more colors as she ran to a tree for cover.
“Hey! You there! Freeze!” A voice sounded, interrupting their fun.
They instantly knew who it was. A police officer. Jett bolted to Avery and grabbed her waist. He transported them out before Avery could even think. They turned up in Avery’s room, which was empty. He slammed her into the wall with the momentum he’d built up. They both grunted.
“Phew!” Avery breathed out, holding onto his waist. “Good thing you’re fast.”
Jett laughed. “I don’t think we’d get any jail time for painting an already tagged train car. But I didn’t want to deal with the paperwork of it. Better to make a quick getaway.”
“And quick you were!” Avery looked up at him. “Thank you. That was fun. I had an amazing time.”
“Me too.” Jett moved her painted hair from her face and kissed her forehead.
Guys! I’m on track so far with NaNoWriMo! I know it’s still early but sometimes getting started is the hardest part. I know where I want my story to go but getting it to those places is hard. Words. Blah.
This year I’m trying to stick to an outline and I think it’s really helping my story progress in the direction I intended instead of wandering where it shouldn’t. I’m really liking the structure it’s given me. I truly hope I can keep up this pace and make it to 50,000 words by the end of the month.
How are you guys doing? Are you hitting your writing goals? Are you trying something new or do you have a routine and tricks that already work for you?