Ascension Of The Blood Throne by Mikel Wilson (reading books for 5 year olds .txt) 📕

lightly tanned skin or curly brown hair that was sun kissed with seams of blonde. She walked with the arrogance that only the young can achieve, leaving behind her a slight turbulence of beauty. The young men that floundered and stuttered in her wake were often left speechless and ever so slightly off balance.

She always continued through her day, through her life, completely accepting of her own feminine power as if it were nothing unusual. She made no apologies for it, nor did she flaunt it. She simply was.

This particular day, she could be found on the subway with her best friend, Mackinzie, heading to their favorite restaurant to get a large pepperoni pizza. They stood on the subway, leaning into each other to whisper and giggle about the guys they liked and how school was going. Together they were the picture or teenage innocence in full bloom.

Lillith had a crush on one of the football players, but she hadn’t worked up the courage to come right out and tell him.

“Well, girl, are you ever going to tell him? I mean, it’s not like most of the guys have the guts to come and ask us,” Mackinzie asked while aggressively chewing her gum.

“I would, but he is so dumb. It’s not like I haven't shown him that I’m attracted to him. I am so not the girly type and for me to be like Hey, you look good in that uniform was flirting... Hello!” Lillith said, annoyed.

“Maybe I will send him a text message,” Mackinzie teased, giggling as she pulled out her trusty phone. “You better not!” Lillith squealed, struggling to get the phone away from her. They fell into fits of giggles and decided to take a selfie with the phone instead of grappling over it.

As they struck a pose, the train stopped and as a man stepped on it was as if the very air around them grew thick and heavier. This slight shift in the atmosphere caught Lillith off guard and she felt her stomach pitch as if she were on a roller coaster. Her eyes were drawn to him in equal amounts of attraction and revulsion.

The man’s attire was old fashioned and out of place. He stood over six feet tall and long, black curly hair hung down his back. Lillith was hit with a strong sense of deja-vu, as if she knew him. She found herself unable to look away and transfixed, she lost track of the conversation with her friend until she felt an insistent hand on her arm and heard her friend’s voice as if it were coming from far away.

“Girl, hello! Earth to Lillith! What in the world are you staring at?" Mackinzie asked, one hand on her hip and the other pushing her sunglasses up on her nose before tucking her long dirty blonde hair behind her ear. Lilith’s voice quavered, "That guy over there with the strange clothes… Have we seen him before?"

"Heck, no!" Mackinzie shuddered and covered her mouth as she let out a small giggle and then hoped the man didn't hear them.

“Pier 146,” the conductor said over the intercom, signaling their stop. As the train slowed to a stop, the doors opened, and new passengers boarded as Lillith and Mackinzie exited the train.

Lilith felt the hair on the back of her neck rise. Fear trickled down her spine and her feet stumbled briefly, her natural grace failing her. She felt like prey. She looked all around her for the source of her discomfiture until she thought she saw the man from the subway in her peripheral vision. She stopped and turned her head quickly, looking over her shoulder, but the peculiar looking man wasn’t there.

The girls continued on, but as they walked up the long corridor a feeling of uneasy apprehension swept over them. They kept talking, but their steps fell faster and faster, the feeling building until it became nearly overwhelming. Their breathing increased, and their heart rate soared when at last, they could see the opening of the subway with daylight shining down the steps. Both breathed a sigh of relief, and a small skittish laugh escaped Lillith’s lips as they moved arm in arm toward the stairs.

They were laughing at their own silliness when the man appeared seemingly out of nowhere. His face was turned down so that his long black hair covered his face until slowly he lifted his head to reveal the classical features that are normally reserved for Greek gods. His skin was tralucent and gleamed with creamy perfection, his mouth was full and inviting. Despite all of these coldly seductive features, it was his eyes that truly captivated and mesmerized. They were as green as emeralds and glowed softly as if something burned inside them. A gasp escaped Lillith’s lips and Mackinzie gulped audibly. Without being told, the girls knew they were being stalked by something not human.

"Hello, ladies," he said with a thick English accent that should have sounded crisp, but somehow was smooth like very good wine. Lilith recognized that he was seductive; irresistible, but all the best traps were. He bowed to them, one hand behind his back. "I have come to offer you a gift."

Mackinzie's hand slowly slid into her pink purse and put a strong grip on her emergency pepper spray. "Lillith, listen to me, this guy is crazy. We are going to have to fight to get away," she whispered.

Lillith nodded in agreement as she took a defensive stance next to Mackinzie.

"Look, we aren't afraid of you. Go back to wherever you came from and keep your gift!" Mackinzie yelled. As the man continued his slow but deliberate gate toward them, he continued talking. "This gift is unlike anything this earth could offer. It is eternal life. I have lived in my realm for many years, dear maidens. My father was King of Taldor," he paused, seeming to gather his thoughts before continuing. “Now, I must take the throne, and I'm in need of