Mageheart

I gave him a deadpan look. I suddenly felt like I understood what Nathaniel and Asmira thought whenever they gave me looks like that.

That was an option, too. Quinn grabbed a pair of knives from her backpack. Gabriel took one of them and started cutting the branches on Ky's other side. He caught ...

I crossed my arms and gave him a dark, irritated look. In the moment, I thought it looked rather intimidating. In retrospect, I just looked annoyed. "You're the one who ...

"...That's also an option," Gabriel admitted. He still liked his plan of cutting through the briar bush first, but pushing them away would probably be easier. He didn't have any ...

So maybe this was more like all of the times that Lockwood and Co. went against instructions to not do a thing. They would have been fine not doing it ...

Quinn wanted to help. But the more she looked at Ky and the briars, the more she realized she was out of her league. She hadn't ever been in a ...

I thought that over. "So your powers work on anxiety?" I asked. I could get that. My own powers were within my control, but had a tendency to act on ...

Quinn came to a stop dangerously close to the briars that Ky had ended up in, but miraculously didn't end up in them herself. Gabriel, on the other hand, wasn't ...

Pratik pulled out a knife. That either meant that he was ready for a regular fight or had been expecting something supernatural here, but Gabriel didn't have the time to ...

Wren blushed at the compliment, fumbling as she cleaned her glasses—not that they had been all that dirty to begin with. When the lens were finally clean enough, Wren slipped ...

i love the irony of sorenson saying that to a ghost who's limited to possessing things and his mortal form most of the time :P I looked up at the ...

Pratik beat Gabriel to sharing an umbrella with Ky. Gabriel wasn't sure what he would have done if Ky had said yes to his theoretical offer. He wanted to stay ...

I blinked. I stared. Sorenson, apparently, could fly. He also, apparently, hadn't thought to mention that he could fly. I wanted to be angry that he hadn't said anything besides ...

When Sorenson flipped off the edge, the temperature suddenly went constant. It was icy cold, cold enough that I could see the little breath I let out as I watched ...

I jerked my hand back. I didn't want Sorenson to die, but my sense of self-preservation was stronger. The air—and Sorenson—felt different right now.