Category : Stories

Sub Category : Fantasy

Landa Zolco walked down the busy, gutter streets. She inhaled the dirty city night air. She smile while a Newport hung from her lips. This was her town. She lived for the night life. She felt it was more alive than it was during the day.  

With her midnight black hair the had a touch plum purple on her long bangs, and her goth leather trench coat, she owned those streets like the hard ass cunt she was, at least that's how she felt.

She felt the metal skull rings on her left hand tingle a bit on her fingers. Landa stopped in her tracks.

She lifted her hand and observed it. She was speechless. Her eyes grew big as she watched as what looked like ting bolts of lightning shot from her hand. Surprisingly, the shocks didn't bother her rings too much. It was like it was completely natural.

"Is all well, miss?"

Landa's head rose to connect eye to eye with a man. He was dressed in a black dress suit with a white business bloose underneth, the top four buttons undone. She could smell his intoxicating sexuality emanating from him and filling her head.

She tried her best to keep her composure. She felt the electricity from her hand getting strong to the point it was filling her body.

She had to lose him.

"I'm good. Please get out of my way."

The corner of the man's lips rose to a mischievous smile. She side stepped and began moving on.

Before she could put distance between them, the men grabbed her ringed hand and yanked her back.

"Dude! What the hell?"

She tried to loosen her hand from his grip but to no avail.

He lifted his other hand and plucked the menthol from her lips and flicked it on the ground. Cocking his head, her studied her hand.

"Amazing. I would have never thought any of your kind lasted The Purge. To think someone as delicious as you living the mortal life."

Landa stopped struggling. "What are you babbling about?"

The man place his hands on her face. Grading his fingers across her cheek, she noticed the power traveled her hand and race throughout her body. He sighed.

"I mean, you are almost like me."

Landa was stunned when the man's eye's filled with a soft glow.

"What do you call yourself? The man asked as he ran his fingers through her hair. He let out a quiet moan.

She was breathless. She wanted to melt where she stood into his arms. With her eyes closed, she replied, "Landa."

He lowered his head and whispered into the nape of her neck. "I am Jinn."

She could feel her arousal. She has had her share of hot guys turning her on, but not like this. Jinn was different.

She rubbed her cheek against his soft black hair. "What do you mean by "my kind?"

Jinn lifted his head. She gazed into his eyes which were filled with intrigued and desire.

He moved his hand down and used both of them to bring her ringed hand into their view.

"Full blooded humans are not capable of this. Your bloodline must carry a trait of my kind and was passed down to you.

Landa wanted to think he was nuts, but it was the only explanation that made sense.

*Okay, so why now? This has never happened before."

Jinn stepped away from her. She could see a slight bulge in his together black dress slacks.

"My dear, that is because you have never met one of my kind. Your abilities woke when they sensed my presence. I believe the humans call beings like you a demigod."

Landa stood frozen. She lifted her hand to her face. The whole hand looked like strong electric sparks shooting from it.

"So you are a god?"

Jinn walked back to her and moved her plumb hair from her eyes. "Only to them. To you, I am your mentor. You life has changed forever. You must come with me."

She wanted to run. She trying to process what was being revealed to her. Her brain was going into overload. Landa knew she had no choice but to go with this man.

As if he read her mind, Jinn said, "Wise choice. Now let me take you somewhere safe. Away from prying and curious eyes. We have much to discuss and you have plenty to learn."

He put his hand on her shoulder and they disappeared