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Dear reader,

If you’re reading this, looking for a happily-ever-after romance, put it down now. This isn’t that kind of story. Once you read this, you will have knowledge of a battle that no one knew about or even took note of. If you don’t believe in the supernatural, enjoy this story of the “fake.” But if you do, you will be shocked at this story. There is so much you don’t know about. This knowledge can be used for good or evil, so you may be in danger right now. Use this knowledge wisely…or something may come after you. Right now, if you are thinking that’s just an empty threat, you have no clue how wrong you are.

This is your last chance to turn back and forget about this book completely. Simply close it and walk away. But if you are sucked in to this story already, strap in for the Ride of Hell.

       ~Nekoda Aurora Nightblade~

          (Student Supernatural)

                 

Chapter 1-

         “Aura dear, it’s time to wake up for school,” I hear my mother’s calming voice say next to me, breaking me from my sleep haze.

I sit up & look over to my left at my mom. Her long, silky brown hair cascaded in soft waves down her back and her light blue eyes shined brighter in the light of my simple room. I smiled gratefully at her and she headed out. I looked around at my practically empty room and sighed. I had a wood floor and blue walls, a bed, a desk with computer, chair, and bedside table. That was it.

I take a short shower and change into clothes. Blue skinny jeans, a purple V-neck, and brown Ugs plus a black leather jacket. Quickly, I brushed out my smooth black hair to its length of lower back, brushed my already white teeth, and smiled at the girl with deep blue eyes staring back at me in the mirror.

With a fast pace, I walk down the hall of the one-story house into the kitchen and smile at my dad. His black hair seems freshly cut and his hazel eyes are focused on the eggs he’s making. I sneak up behind him and whisper in his ear, “Boo.” He jumps and spins around while I chuckle at his horror-struck expression. When he sees me, he relaxes and smiles, pulling me into a bear hug.

“My little girl is turning 17. You are getting old,” he says.

“You’re one to talk old man,” I reply, pulling out of his hug & grabbing an apple.

“See you after school!” I call behind me as I open the front door.

“Bye Hun!” I hear my mom call as my dad says, “See ya sweetheart!”

I walk to the bus stop a few houses down and it rumbles up, puffing exhaust. I cough and climb in.

“Happy Birthday honey,” my bus driver says.

“Thanks Nana,” I say back. She’s been my driver since elementary, so she’s like a second mom to me. I go and sit at the very back of the empty bus, watching it fill up more and more at every stop. I wait for us to arrive at Zoe Barnum High School, Home of the Tasmanian Devils, which has a small amount of around 1,500 students. It’s not too far from my house in Bayview, California, which has 2,399 people, but a little while. I’m 16, well 17 today, and nearing the end of my junior year. It’s April 10^th and we end at very early June or so.

Anyway, the bus finally stopped and I left after everyone, muttering a “see you tomorrow” on my way. When I stepped out, my not-really-friends swarmed and we headed off to class, eyes following us, either with jealousy or want. None of my “friends” knew my birthday because they didn’t care & I think it’s just another year of not dying, what’s so special about that? Only my parents and bus driver knew my birthday.

The first bell rang as I reached my first class and I settled in for a long day of lectures about upcoming tests.

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School went by as usual, boring. Finally, the bell rang to leave. I practically ran out of the building and started my long walk home. Thunder rumbled above me and I looked up to see dark clouds. A car honked to my left just as it started pouring rain. I looked over to see Nate, the school jock and “hottest guy in school”, in his flashy sports car.

“Hey hottie,” he calls out. His brown hair looks perfectly dry and his brown eyes rake over me. He had been stalking me at school for the past month or so and it was getting on my nerves.

“Leave me alone Nate,” I call back, trying not to drown in the water dripping down my face.

“Oh, come on! I know you want this!” he gestures to himself, “Just climb in the car and make your decision!”

“She said to leave her alone,” a deep voice says darkly behind me. I spun around to see a boy around my age with soft brown hair and chestnut colored eyes. He stood about a foot away from me so I spun back around to look at Nate, crossed my arms, and cocked an eyebrow. Next thing I know, Nate’s car peeled out and sped off.

I turned around to thank my savior when a sharp pain stings my shoulder. Faintly, I hear him say, “I’m sorry,” then darkness overtakes me.

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“I think she’s waking up, Jason. Go tell Headmaster while I get her dressed & ready. I’ll text you when we are on our way to the office,” a feminine voice says. I hear footsteps leave; I’m guessing Jason’s.

Slowly, I open my heavy eyelids & look around. It looks like I’m in a plain room with a fireplace, table, chairs, & a couch underneath me. A girl who looks around my age is standing at the end of the couch, near my feet. She has about shoulder-length light brown hair & grayish eyes that seemed like they change between green & blue in color. She smiles at me, practically bouncing.

“Hi! I’m Yuna,” she says/squeals, “Headmaster told me to get you all clean & really pretty, you know? He said it so boring though, like it WAS boring to him. How can it be boring? I LOVE dress-up and makeup!!!”

She took my hand & practically yanked me through a door leading to a bathroom. There was a simple walk-in shower & vanity. Also, there were two towels & a fluffy robe.

“Take a shower, wrap your hair in one towel, dry your body with the other, & wrap yourself in the robe. When you’re done, come back into the room you were just in.”

My body feels numb, empty, but I nod and start doing what she said as she leaves. The hot water feels amazing on my chilled skin & tight muscles. As I put the shampoo & conditioner in my hair, I slowly feel it getting softer & healthier. I step out of the shower after about half an hour, slowly drying off while thinking about everything that’s happened. My parents must be worried sick! After I dried off, I wrapped myself in the robe & walk into the previous room, feeling a little more alive.

Yuna is waiting for me & I smile at her, very slightly. She grins back enthusiastically & practically bounces over to me. She looks me over & squeals lightly. “You have to let me choose your outfit & do your makeup!”

“No makeup,” I say tiredly.

“Ugh. Fine! But I am choosing your outfit.” She skips toward another door, motioning for me to follow. Reluctantly, I do so. Slowly, as if she was trying to surprise me, she opens the door. Inside is a completely white room that’s the size of my bedroom back home, maybe bigger. Home, my heart twinges at the thought.

Anyway, the walls of said room are covered in clothes, shoes, accessories, & makeup. It’s every girls dream. One of many dreams at least. Warily, I watch as Yuna flips through racks & racks of clothing, before finally having an outfit. She lays it out on the makeup table along with a hairbrush & straightener. I send her a look, but she shrugs innocently & says, “You never said anything about your hair.” Quietly, I sigh, knowing she’s right.

I walk over to the table to take a look at my outfit. A purple shirt with ripped sides, black skinny jeans, & gray Ugs. That & the straightener, I could deal with. What I couldn’t, was the lacy red lingerie next to it.

I back away from the table like it’s the plague. “No. Heck no! I am not wearing those,” I say.

Yuna glares lightly at me. “Yes, you are. You said I could pick out your outfit, & I did! Now PUT IT ON!”

I’m stunned. That girl could scream. She comes forward & grabs me by the wrist, dragging me towards a Chinese screen thing, then hands me my outfit. Grumbling, I take off the robe & slide on the undergarments. Just as I’m about to put on the jeans, Yuna shouts, “I wanna see you in that lingerie!”

I yell back, “You like guys, right?”

She sighs, “Of course! Now get out here!”

In any other situation, I wouldn’t. But for some reason, Yuna felt like a sister to me. So, I walk out from behind the screen. Loudly, Yuna squeals & says, “Yes! Perfect! You look so hot! And do NOT take that the wrong way!”

I chuckle, but freeze when the doorknob jiggles. Just as the door opens, I duck behind the screen. Footsteps enter & I flush lightly.

“Jason! What are you doing in here?” Yuna yelps out.

“I came to tell you that Headmaster is waiting. Wait, where’s Ko-Aura?” a deep, masculine voice replies. So this is Jason, I think to myself. I wonder if he’s cute…and why’d he say Ko-Aura? What was he gonna say?

“She’s just behind the screen, relax.” I tune back into their conversation as Yuna responds.

“Well, let me see her!” I peek my head around the screen.

“She is right here, you know,” I say loudly.

Jason turns so quickly, I’m afraid he might get whiplash. His dark brown hair hangs very slightly in front of deep blue eyes, which are the same as mine. As our eyes lock, we click. NOT like boyfriend/girlfriend, but like a brother/sister relationship. He starts toward me, a big smile on his face, but Yuna & I scream, “No!” Instantly, he freezes, looking confused.

“One sec,” I tell him at the same time Yuna says, “She’s in lingerie. Only lingerie.” I flush deeper than before. Thanks Yuna, I think sarcastically as I wrestle into my outfit. What can I say? Skinny jeans are tough. And so is getting a shirt over a towel on your head.

When I’m finally finished, I walk out. Yuna cheers & Jason wolf-whistles. For some reason, I’m comfortable & feel so at home with them. I spin around, posing, & I would have flipped my hair if I could have. Jason comes over & pulls me into a bear hug, laughing.

What Happened to Once Upon A Time?

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Prologue~

The doctor walked over to the examining table, syringe in hand.  Thick red-orange liquid filled the tube connected to the long, intimidating needle. Obsession and masochism showed in his dark eyes, scaring the victim tied down to the table in front of him. He grabbed the victim’s small arm, plunging the shot in without pity. Screams rang through the room, but no farther, for the walls were soundproof.

         The mentally disturbed “doctor” smiled and watched as the liquid he injected spread, turning the victim’s veins black as coal. Screams continued to pierce the air, and the victim thrashed about the metal table. Luckily, the straps held the victim from doing anything further than that.

         Hours upon hours passed of pain and screams, and then all sound cut off suddenly. Erie silence commenced, spooking the doctor slightly. The victim’s head turned toward the doctor, but their eyes were shut tightly. Shivers ran down the doctor’s spine, though he didn’t know why. Silence suddenly seemed deafening and the room seemed smaller than he would have liked. The doctor didn’t have claustrophobia and had never show any signs of it, until now. He wanted OUT, and he would do anything to get there. Running as fast as possible, he sprinted towards the door. Just as he was going to wrench it open, he felt as though he was being watched. Quaking in his shoes, he turned around. Ice blue eyes stared back at him from the table.

A baby girl. Born and experimented on on January first, the start of a new year. The start of a new race. The start of a miracle.

The start of the hybrids.

Blair Kyle Tora. A shapeshifter capable of controlling vicious fire.

Chapter One~

“You will behave!” my mother screamed at me for the hundredth time. I sighed, placing my elbow on the freezing desk and leaning my head on my hand. I never paid attention in my supernatural classes, I wanted adventure. I wanted to explore the land, run until my feet ~or paws~ bled. My parents always said I was a disgrace to our town of shapeshifters, a shame for a hybrid. I always wondered what other shapeshifter towns would think of me, but for some reason my parents wouldn’t let me out of the town walls.

         “Blair Kyle Tora, are you even listening?” my mom asked tiredly. Her black hair and gray eyes represented her snow leopard blood, but her petite body looked worn and tired. My dad was out, probably with the hunting group. Every time I volunteered to go, they would all say no. That’s all my life has been. No Blair, you can’t do that. No you can’t do that either. It was getting quite tiring. My father’s main Shift was a Bengal tiger. So, his hair was a red-orange color and his eyes are a deep brown.

         Every Shifter had their main Shift. This was what they morph into most. Other morphs could be slightly too extremely painful, while their main was smooth and easy. Your features represent your main Shift. For those who are lucky, you get a powerful animal but for those who are unlucky, you get a prey animal. Once, there was a lady who Shifted into a parrot. Her hair was rainbow!

        

         Personally, my main shift was a white tiger. I believed my features represented that quite well. Paper white hair with coal black streaks (it’s all natural, I swear) flowed a few inches past my waist with side bangs covering my right eye. Ice blue eyes practically cut through you, into your soul. My long, tan, lean but muscled body stood before you at 5’10”, which is five inches higher than my mother and four inches below my father.

I hadn’t realized I had zoned out from my mother yelling at me until she struck me. My cheek stung in pain, and I put it together that she had slapped me. Her ring had made a slight scratch down my jaw and a trickle of blood dripped down. I lifted my hand up to gently touch it and my hand shook.

“Blair-” my mom started, reaching towards me. I smacked her hand away and stood. Quickly, I ran out the door and Shifted. My paws thumped against the ground and I shook my body, the fur rustling. I let out a loud and long roar, several responding. One extremely powerful roar responded, and I recognized it as my dad’s. Immediately, I ran toward the sound. Soon enough, I reached my father. His orange and black fur gleamed in the setting sun and I lowered my head in acknowledgement.

He Shifted back, and motioned for me to do so as well. He was wearing faded jeans with dirt stains and a plain black T-shirt, making him seem slightly paler. When I Shifted back, I was once again in my black jeans, white T-shirt with a wolf on it, and black knee-high Converse. The cut on my cheek had completely healed, leaving just a slight rise in the skin.

“What happened?” my father’s deep voice snapped me from my observations.

I shrugged, “Mom finally got tired of me not listening.”

“You need to pay attention in your classes Blair,” he rumbled. I nodded, but he sighed. “I mean it. I don’t know what to do with you.”

I flinched the slightest at his words. “I just want to see how other kids live. What are their lives like?”

“You needn’t worry about them Blair. Your life is here.”

I looked down at the ground, “Yes father.”

“Now we must go to dinner. We don’t want to keep your mother waiting.”

I followed him back to the house, lagging slightly once we get there. Without hesitation, Father walked into the house, but I didn’t follow immediately. The scent of deer assaulted my nostrils and I breathed in deeply, savoring it.

“Blair! Get in here!” my father yelled. My eyes widened slightly and I immediately scampered into the house, wondering what’s going to happen. I rushed to the dining room, taking a look at the table. A large steak sat in the middle on a platter with three places set at one end. Usually, this would’ve made my stomach grumble, but today it made me sick. Nauseously, I sat at my place. I watched as my parents sauntered in, looking determined. I swallowed.

Silently, they sat down and looked at each other, as though they were having a secret conversation with one another. Finally, after what seemed like eternity of suspense, my mother looked at me, opening her mouth to speak.

“We’ve decided, after much thought, that we cannot control you here. So, we are going to give you what you want. We are going to let you live like others do. You are going to high school.”

I cocked my head in confusion, “High school?”

“It’s where you will take your classes,” I nodded in understanding. “You will take a science, math, English, PE, Spanish, and music class. Science teaches nature, math teaches numbers, English teaches grammar, PE is exercise, and the rest are self-explanatory.”

My eyes were the size of golf balls by the end of her speech. I didn’t know what she was even talking about! Shouldn’t the kids be learning Shapeshifter things? I voiced my thoughts and my mother shook her head.

“Not everyone is a supernatural Blair. There are people who have no clue we exist since they have no special abilities of their own. You must keep it that way Blair, no telling anyone what you are. These clueless beings are called humans. You must respect them though, and respect their laws or rules.”

I nodded, still taken aback at this information. “Whom will I stay with?” I asked quietly.

“You must find your own place to stay if you really want to do this.” I nodded, knowing for sure that I wanted to.

I didn’t expect it to be hard though.

August twenty fifth, one month after our agreement and the first day of school. The start of my junior year.

         I looked out the window at the looming buildings of Camden County High School in North Carolina. I would be lying if I said this school didn’t intimidate me, for it was completely unfamiliar. My parents were getting my schedule from the office and dropping my small suitcase there until I found a place to stay. After just a few minutes, my parents came back, a paper in their hands and slight worry on their faces. Slowly, I climbed out of the truck. My black backpack matched my T-shirt, jeans, and combat boots, then semi-matched my gray and black sweatshirt. My hair was hidden under my hood and my eyes were covered in green contacts.

         My parents and I didn’t exchange a teary goodbye, not even close. We nodded, waved, then I was off, no words said at all. My schedule said the first bell would ring in forty-five minutes, so I decided to explore the school and find where my classes are before I HAD to find them.

         Thirty minutes later, I had seen all my classes. They weren’t way too far away from each other. My schedule was Physics, Calculus, English, Physical Training, Vocal IV, and Spanish. I didn’t understand what any of those meant, but I guess I was going to find out.

         Students had started to trickle in and I breathed in. I was shocked by the fact that there was no slight animalistic scents in the air like at the town. As students came, I leaned against the front wall, off to the side and ran through my schedule in my mind again. Suddenly, the sound of giggling caught my attention. I looked to my left to see a group of girls glancing at me and whispering. Was there something wrong? My eyebrows drew together slightly in puzzlement. I saw another group of girls doing the same to a guy as he walked past. It confused me greatly, since he had nothing wrong with him at all. He was quite attractive. Dirty blonde hair hung halfway down his eyes, which I couldn’t tell the color of.

         Why were the girls giggling at a guy and me? What did we have in common? It clicked. With my hood up, they couldn’t tell I was a girl. They thought…oh god…they thought I was a guy! I shook my head, shuffling slightly in discomfort. I tucked my hands in my back pockets and banged my head against the wall behind me.

         “Are you okay hot stuff?” a sickly sweet voice said from in front of me. I raised my head to see a girl with dyed blonde hair and blue eyes RIGHT in front of me. She had a pink shirt that showed WAY too much and a skirt that barely…uhh…COVERED. On her feet were four-inch pink pumps, making her as tall as me.

         I nodded tiredly and she ran her hands over my shoulders. “Need a massage?” she asked, attempting to sound seductive and failing. Her voice just grated at my ears.

         I shook my head quickly, taking her hands off my shoulders and placing them at her side. Her eyes shone with disappointment as I just walked away. As I walked, a girl with naturally blonde hair with blue streaks and brown eyes giggled lightly. She was naturally beautiful, but I wasn’t into girls like that. I didn’t have anything against people who do, but…I’m rambling.

         I entered through the school doors just as the first bell rang. Quickly, I walked to physics class. As I slid through the door into the classroom, I pulled my hood tighter around my face. Instead of going up to my teacher (who looked very welcoming with simple clothes, straight grown hair, and soft hazel eyes), I sat in a seat at the very back of the room. The class came into the room and sat down within a minute or two, and then the late bell rang. Many students sent a look my way, but otherwise ignored me.