Loving Silver Eyes Ch. 10

"Teacht gaotha neamhaí do mo chúnamh..." I chanted from the book as I traced the symbol in front of me. I could see them glow faintly blue and my hair started blowing around.

"Oh my god!" I exclaimed, trying to touch the still shimmering symbols when they disappeared and the wind died.

"May, you need to concentrate. You're calling to the elements and you need to respect them. They assist you so try it again and don't let your mind wander..." Mrs. Castellan said from the doorway. I was sitting on the grass in their back yard... well it was more like a huge garden with ponds and neatly trimmed hedges and everything. She thought this would be better than in the living room because I could be closer to nature.

"Ok, I'll try again... teacht gaotha neamhaí do mo chúnamh..." I said focusing my mind and tracing the symbols. Again, the wind picked up, I could hear whispers in my ears, like when winds carry voices... this time the symbols glowed more strongly so I took it a step further and moved my focus to a pile of leaves. Suddenly, the leaves were moving in a circular motion like a small tornado. I couldn't believe I actually did it. In my mind I silently asked the wind to move the leaves around the tree and they did the exact thing... next, I sent a silent thank you and asked the wind to leave me for now. The symbols dimmed and died off as the leaves settled back to the ground.

"That was beautiful," she exclaimed as she handed me a glass of juice. She'd told me that all this practice could take a lot of toll on my body and I needed to take in more nutrition. "Now, you see there are different symbols for the different things you want to do... for example this one will help you rise above the ground..."

"You mean like in mid-air?" I asked, suddenly remembering the conversation with Ayden. At times like this I was glad they couldn't see what I was thinking.

"Yes and this one allows you to lift other things off the ground. All of these come under the spells for wind."

I turned the pages and stifled a groan. Those were like more than a hundred spells altogether. Well, symbols actually. But I got exited about trying the one which lifted me up in the air so I gulped down the juice and started again. I could actually feel the pressure build under me as I was lifted by unseen forces. So for a minute or two I sat up there, looking around and totally enjoying myself when I felt a sudden dizziness take over me. I panicked for a moment but slowly willed the airy cushion to lower me down. Once I reached the ground, everything was spinning and I stumbled trying to regain my balance. Ayden was there to catch me and they led me in.

"The spell you tried was a second-level spell May, you're not ready for it..." Mrs. Castellan said putting a cushion behind my head as I sat down on a huge armchair. "You'll need a lot more practice before you can get to that level, physically as well as mentally."

I suppressed a sigh. This training was going to take a lot from me...

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Some place around Switzerland

Hidie stared at the raging fire in the fireplace; it seemed to represent how she felt inside. Not that she needed the warmth, but the fire was burning when she checked in and she hadn't bothered with putting it out. Ayden had kicked her out, all because of that sly bitch. There was nothing she had and Hidie didn't, from her perfectly chiseled face to her flame-red hair, humans as well as vampires longed to be with her and she knew it.

What was it that witch had and she didn't? The one person she'd fallen for in years had rejected her. She'd used up her money and flown to these mountains and she didn't know why. It was as of something was pulling her towards these snowy mountains but she wasn't there yet. Her destination was Sweden.

"Come to me my child..." she heard it again. The voice was stronger and so was the feeling of compulsion to get to the source.

"I can feel your desire... and only I have the ability to quench it..." it went on as her hand slid beneath the leather skirt she wore. It had been so long since she last touched herself. Her sex felt so raw and hot, she whimpered as her fingers traced the wet folds that were burning with desire. She moistened her fingers with the freely flowing juices and her thumb reached for her throbbing clit as two of the other fingers dipped into her depths. Her other hand moved underneath the woolen sweater to pinch on her sensitive nipples. She moaned and writhed on the bed, that voice playing again and again in her mind as both her hands got busy in getting her there. She wanted to picture Ayden as the owner of those hands but instead somehow she ended up picturing a man, well muscled body and a really hard cock for her to play with as she wished.

Her breath hiked up as her hands moved frantically, imagining them to be the hands of that mystery guy. She wanted to make him do sinful stuff to her body. She bit her lower lip as those hands got her closer and closer to the sweet release. The fingers pumped in and out of her with urgency. Her eyes rolled into the back of her head as she came, wailing and screaming. It was so intense, her nails ripped at the wood of her bed, ruining the intricate design on it. Spots were dancing around her vision even after the waves had subsided and she lay there, staring at the ceiling waiting for her body to co-operate with her mind.

She groaned as the aftermath was over. She wanted Ayden to be that mystery man but it was not possible. She loved him so much; she almost hated him for that. She would get her revenge on them soon.

The next day, she boarded her final flight that would get her to Stockholm. From there, she'd search for the source of that pull she'd felt so strongly, one that made desire pool between her legs. The only person that had this effect in her was Ayden so she had to find this new source.