The Dragon Slayers Queen (eBook)

Renamoon (Autor)

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2025 | 1. Auflage
363 Seiten
Publishdrive (Verlag)
978-0-00-098026-7 (ISBN)

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Zayla was abandoned when she was a baby during the war and was left with a human family to hide who she was, till years later, she would be set on a path of love, danger, and power beyond her imagination, but would she survive long enough? --------

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One

Zayla

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“Hun, you have five minutes to get down here and get some breakfast, or I’m coming up there,” my mom shouted angrily up the stairs. “I am coming,” I called.

This last year at school is not something I am looking forward to. I just wanted to fast-forward to the end of the year. Most girls would look forward to their senior year and the dances, homecoming, and prom, but not me; I just wanted to be done. The kids at school were rude. I mean, except for my two best friends in the world, Jenifer and Amanda. I met them in elementary school; we have been so close ever since.

I rolled over, picked up my phone, and sent a group text to Jenifer and Amanda that I was running late and would meet them after 1st period. So, I jumped out of bed and headed to the closet to pick out my first-day outfit. I must admit that back-to-school shopping was the only thing I looked forward to. I had to pick out the first outfit for school. I felt it was the most essential part.

I picked a baby blue blouse, a jean skirt, and cute white lace wedges. They looked so good together. My dream was to develop my clothing line and be a fashion designer; it was my passion. I went to the bathroom, turned on the shower, quickly got in and out, wrapped a towel around me, and started doing my hair. I looked at my olive-brown skin and dark black hair and put on lotion, perfume, and some makeup; I braided my hair, put on my clothes, took one last look, and smiled. “I looked great,” I said to myself.

As I descended downstairs, I heard laughter and singing from the dining room. It was my two twin sisters. It made me smile because, finally, they were getting along. They were different, like day and night. “Well, well, look who joined us,” said my dad, annoyingly. Sorry, Dad, I had a hard night and could not sleep; my mind instantly replayed the dream.

I had so many questions about it; I felt myself blushing, and I pushed the dream and my questions back to the back of my brain. “Ewe, Zayla’s got a boyfriend!” said my sister Jessica teasingly. “NO, I don’t,” I said, looking at my dad. Dad pushed his eyes down angrily.” You better not, “he said. Jamie, my other sister, looked at me, confused. “Are you sure?” she asked.

" I’m not allowed to date until I’m 18. I know that, so mind your business, " I told my sister.

“Dad, Mom, I am leaving,” I said, stomping to the door. I hated it when they teased me. After getting my stuff, I opened the door and slammed it. My mom ran to the door, yelling at me to remember to eat breakfast at school and come straight home.

“We need to chat,” my mom screamed. Great, what now?” I thought.

It was Monday, the first day of senior year. I was utterly dreading it; I was not one of the popular kids; in fact, everyone knew me as the freak.

I was not like the prissy princesses or snobby rich bitches who were about money, clothes, and makeup. I hated shopping. I made everything I owned, and it was popular among the kids who were lame and poor people because if you did not have a designer label bought in a store, you were a loser…

I stood waiting outside my school, finally arriving late, praying I would stay invisible to make it throughout the year unscathed. Maybe someone was looking out for me, and my prayers would be answered. Someone was watching me. I felt it. I looked around and saw nothing. I just hurried inside, trying to shake off this weird feeling.

So, I ran to my homeroom, tried to open the door quietly, and slipped into my seat. Still, the door slammed with so much force behind me that everyone, including the teacher, Mr. Davis, jumped. “Guess you finally joined us, Miss Preston,” Mr. Davis said sarcastically. “I’m sorry it won’t happen again,” I said as I hurried to my seat.

As I went to sit down, I heard snickering and whispering coming from two of the most popular girls in the school:

Mariah and Holli were so beautiful. They were supermodels, tall and slender, with long, bouncy, curly blond hair and blue eyes.

These girls had all the boys going wild over them and had the school staff wrapped around their fingers, so they got away with anything they wanted to …

“Look, if it isn’t a thrifty store, Judy,” she said mockingly. Maybe you would be here on time if you bought your clothes instead of trying to sew like an old lady. "

She was throwing something at me and laughing,” SHHH!!!!” Mr. Davis said, turning back to the board. I went completely red with the anger I had sunk into my seat, trying to become so small. It was no use saying anything now, I fumed to myself, but I would eventually give them a piece of my mind.

Thirty-five boring minutes later, the bell rang. I grabbed my things and ran to my locker to meet Jenifer and Amanda; they were standing there. I sighed with relief. “Girls, I am so happy to see you hug them both. We were beautiful girls in our own way, natural beauty,

Jenifer has long, wavy, brown hair and ivory skin; Amanda has brown and mocha skin. She was as tall as Jenifer. “What happened now?” Jenifer said warily. “Just the usual crap from Mariah and Holli, nothing new,” I said. Mariah and I were friends in elementary school until she learned I did not come from money. She made it her life’s mission to treat me like the scum I am, anyway… We chatted a little more, but I could not get over how mad I was; something seemed off.

I usually get angry, but I tend to brush it off without a second thought. Today, however, I felt an intense surge of revenge simmering beneath the surface that I couldn’t shake off. “Well, screw those bitches,” Jenifer chirped, her voice cutting through my tangled thoughts like a ray of sunlight. “Let’s plan a hangout this weekend—a spa day or something fun—to forget about the relentless stress of senior year.”

I sensed this year would be a go-karting, and we were just at the starting line; little did I know how accurately I could predict the road ahead.

After finalizing our weekend plans, we strolled to class, the mundane corridors around us fading into the background. But as I walked home that afternoon, an unsettling feeling crept over me, as if a shadow was trailing my every step. I turned to glance behind me, but the street was deserted, so I forged ahead, the unease settling in my gut. Suddenly, without warning, I found myself on the ground, my head crashing against the unforgiving pavement. A sharp pain shot through me, forcing me to gasp for air. I struggled to roll over and regain my composure but felt a stinging kick followed by a sharp slap across my face. “You think you can go around bad-mouthing me with your friends?” a voice snarled.

Struggling to focus, I looked up and recognized Mariah, her face twisted into a furious mask. “We didn’t say anything about you,” I replied, my breath coming in ragged gasps, blood trickling down my forehead and staining my shirt. “Do you think I’m stupid?” she yelled, her voice dripping with venom. “You implied it. I didn’t,” I shot back, sarcasm coating my words like a protective layer. Suddenly, she lunged toward me again, ready to strike.

Anticipating the blow, I braced myself, but to my surprise, the impact never came. Instead, I instinctively grabbed her wrist, a rush igniting something deep within me. After a moment of shock, I pushed her back with surprise in disbelief as she stumbled a few feet away. What just happened? How did I do that? The realization struck me like a bolt of lightning, and without a moment’s hesitation, I took off running in the opposite direction.

“I knew you were a freak, and you will pay for that!” I heard her voice laced with fury as I sprinted toward the field behind a row of houses, my heart racing in synchronization with my feet pounding against the ground. I needed to put distance between us; the rage swelling inside me was intoxicating, and I craved vengeance—her blood, specifically. What was wrong with me?

Breathless, I dashed as far as I could into the thick woods, my eyes burning, my head pounding like a drum, and I felt on the verge of collapsing. Finally, I slowed as I reached a clearing—an inviting riverbank glittering in the fading light. I approached a sturdy, ancient...

Produkt-Details

• Erscheint lt. Verlag: 27.7.2025
• Sprache: englisch
• Themenwelt: Literatur
• ISBN-10: 0-00-098026-9 / 0000980269
• ISBN-13: 978-0-00-098026-7 / 9780000980267