Bay Celeste lives in a world were you are born a witch, a vampire, a werewolf, a fairy, or a hunter. The baby's tears choose one of the elements; extreme curiosity, extreme beauty, extreme strength, extreme naivety, or extreme violence, and your talents arise from there. But there's something wrong with Bay. She couldn't cry the day she was born. Due to this altercation, Bay has grown up with everything. She could cast spells like a witch, she was gorgeous like a vampire, she could read her friends's thoughts like a werewolf, she could fly like a fairy, and she had the instinct to kill vampires, witches, and werewolves like a Hunter. So when she reaches the age of sixteen, she has to choose along with fours others. One single choice could change Bay's life forever.


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15. Chapter 14

When I wake up, I begin to move when I feel an arm around my waist. I freeze and turn, but look into the peaceful face of Dylan. Memories of last night come rushing back to me and before I have time to process all of it, he kisses my hair. "Morning Precious." He yawns and stretches, climbing out of the tent. All I could think about was Rector. Did he do anything with Riley? Why did he choose her over me? Soon I splash water on my face and crawl out of my tent. When I finish eating our meager supply of berries and water, I pull on the sky blue jumpsuit I came in and tie my hair into a bun, sliding two knives into the folds of my shirt. As we trudge through the greenery, thoughts evade our mouths. "What are we supposed to be doing here?" Belle's voice was full of wonder. "I mean, I thought we got to choose who we wanna be, not die in this never ending wilderness!" "Voice!" Riley cups her hands over her mouth and shrieks to the neon sky. "Can we choose now, or are we gonna stay like this forever?" Rector shushes her and she rolls her eyes. "Come on!" Dylan throws a rock at the sky, but it just falls on Belle's head. She casts him an angry look. "Watch your hands." She snaps. "Somebody! Anybody, help!" All of us freeze and we see the branches shift. My hand whips out my knife and everyone's Hunter side was portrayed. Then the leaves break, popping out a boy and a girl. And the boy was my brother.

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