Inverted Pricolici

By Kostana Brooken

I am called a pricolici. I am part vampire and part wolf. I am however not like other pricolici since I was born. I am alive and believed to be mortal. I am believed to be the first of my kind. No one has ever heard of one like me before. See, pricolici are unnatural undead beings that are created sometimes when a vampire is bitten by a vârcolac or when a fenrir is bitten by strigoi. Sometimes they are mortal sometimes they immortal. In actually depends on how and what created them.

I have the ability to transform into a huge black wolf like being. Not quite a true vârcolac nor really a fenrir but something similar yet different. Sometimes, I get caught mid transformation. Then my upper half is large wolf while my lower half remains human or vice versa. Some of my other body parts are also mixed up. The only good thing is I also have both species abilities so that makes me pretty powerful.

I've always been told when the time is right, my soul and hers will call to each other across great distances so that they can be joined to the other half of their soul. Your soulmate completes you. I’m afraid my soulmate will also reject me. She too will probably not be ‘okay’ with my well shall we say oddities. I don't know if I can though since I’m not even sure if I like girls. Then again, who knows, maybe I will have options, I do have two very distinctive sides... a inverse of sorts.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Kalalea George
• Release date: Jun 1, 2017
• ISBN: 9781370045181

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GLOSSARY OF TERMS

Călăuș: In the supernatural world, a soulmate is often referred to as Călăuș (pronounced Cal-a-oosh), a term derived from the ancient language of the Romani Travellers. The word holds a profound significance, as it signifies a deep spiritual connection between two beings destined to be together. Călăuș is believed to be an eternal bond that transcends time and space, drawing two souls together like magnets, regardless of their supernatural lineage.

Traveller / Roma born human

Gadjo/Gadja(feminine) / non Roma born. Oblivious to the supernatural world

Witch - Traveller with magical abilities

Zână / Fairies, immortal born

Vârcolac / werewolves, undead, travellers turned by the bite of another vârcolac.

Fenrir / werewolf aka hellhounds, mortal born

Şobolan / rat people, mortal born

Moroi / mortal, born vampires

Dhampir / mortal, born ½ human ½ vampire

Strigoi / undead, immortal vampires, travellers turned by the blood of another strigoi

Pricolici / werewolf - vampire mix, born or bitten

Nemorți / undead, zombie, Gadjo bitten by strigoi or vârcolac

CHAPTER 1

In this ethereal realm of dreams, Stefan found himself standing between two captivating and alluring figures, Anca and Evgenia. Each girl exuded an otherworldly beauty that left him breathless, like two celestial beings come to life. They were like the sun and the moon, each with her unique radiance that illuminated his heart, casting a spell upon his senses.

Anca, with her sparkling emerald eyes and warm smile, was like a beacon of love and acceptance, drawing him in like a moth to a flame. Her presence enveloped him in a comforting embrace, like the soft glow of a candle on a moonlit night. The subtle fragrance of her hair, reminiscent of blooming roses, filled the air around him, creating an enchanting ambiance that made him feel like he was floating on a cloud of emotions. In her, Stefan found a kindred spirit, someone who saw beyond his mixed heritage and embraced him for who he truly was, making him feel seen and understood in a way he had never experienced before. Their connection was like a harmonious melody that echoed through the chambers of his soul, resonating with the strings of his heart.

And then there was Evgenia, with her mysterious allure and smoldering gaze that stirred something primal within him. Her eyes, the color of polished amethysts, held secrets and depth that beckoned him to explore further, like an uncharted territory waiting to be discovered. She exuded an aura of cool confidence, like a queen who knew her power and reveled in it, and Stefan couldn't help but be drawn to the enigmatic energy that surrounded her. In her, he sensed a depth of passion and intensity that both fascinated and frightened him, like standing at the edge of a precipice, torn between the thrill of the unknown and the safety of familiar ground. Her enigmatic nature was like a tantalizing dance of shadows and light, making him feel as if he was caught in a hypnotic spell.

As the dream unfolded, Stefan found himself torn between these two captivating beings, like a traveler caught between two diverging paths. Both Anca and Evgenia held a piece of his heart, and he was helplessly in love with them both. It was a love triangle of epic proportions, like a romance novel come to life, where every emotion was heightened and every feeling magnified, making him feel as if he was living in a world of heightened emotions and sensations.

Stefan's heart was a canvas of conflicting emotions, each stroke of love painting a different hue. His heartstrings were like a symphony, playing a bittersweet melody of longing and desire, each note echoing through the chambers of his soul. Oh, how he wished to embrace both girls, to feel their lips upon his own, to bask in their love and affection, like a wanderer yearning for the touch of familiar hands in a foreign land.

The soft breeze carried their laughter, like the sweetest music to his ears, filling the air with the magic of their presence. They danced together in this dreamlike realm, their movements like a mesmerizing ballet of love and desire, their bodies swaying to the rhythm of their hearts. Stefan's heart soared with every touch and every glance, like a phoenix taking flight in the skies of passion, feeling like he was floating on a cloud of emotions and sensations.

Time seemed to stand still, as if the universe had paused to witness this extraordinary romance. The world around them faded into a blur, leaving only Anca, Evgenia, and Stefan, like a trinity of love and fate intertwined, like three stars aligning in the vast expanse of the cosmos. They were like celestial bodies orbiting each other, drawn together by an irresistible force, like magnets being drawn to each other.

As the dream neared its climax, Stefan's heart was torn asunder, like a fragile flower caught in a storm. How could he choose between these two extraordinary beings who had captured his heart so completely? His love for them was like a torrential downpour of emotions, threatening to sweep him away in its intensity, like a storm that threatened to drown him in its intensity.

Yet, in the midst of this romantic turmoil, Stefan felt a strange sense of peace, like a calm oasis in the midst of a tempest. He realized that perhaps, in this magical realm of dreams, he didn't have to choose. Perhaps he could love them both, like a heart with boundless capacity for affection, like a soul that knew no bounds.

Stefan's heart opened like a blooming flower, embracing the love that surrounded him. He knew that in the waking world, reality might dictate a different course, but in this realm of dreams, he could revel in the joy of love's embrace, like a traveler finding solace in an oasis in the middle of a desert.

As the dream drew to a close, Stefan held Anca and Evgenia close, like a treasure he never wanted to let go. Their lips met in a passionate kiss, and in that moment, time and space ceased to exist. It was just the three of them, lost in a world of enchantment and love, like a trio of souls bound by an unbreakable bond.

And as the dream faded, Stefan's heart carried the memory of this extraordinary encounter, like a secret treasure hidden in the depths of his soul. He knew that in the waking world, challenges and choices awaited him, but for now, he relished in the bliss of this magical dream, where love knew no bounds, and he was free to love both Anca and Evgenia with all his heart, like a dreamer cherishing the memory of a beautiful dream even after waking up.

But alas, like the turning of pages in a storybook, reality rudely tore him away from this enchanting reverie. The covers were mercilessly ripped off, leaving him shivering in the cold morning air. Oh, how cruel the waking world could be, snatching away the dreams that promised such magical moments.

The warmth and softness of the dream's embrace still lingered like a gentle caress, a bittersweet memory that clung to him even in the chill of reality. Stefan's heart yearned to return to that realm of fantasy, where love's purest form embraced him. Yet, here he was, back in the mundane reality of life, where dreams often danced just out of reach.

His father, ever the comic relief in this grand romantic saga, chuckled heartily as Stefan protested, trying to reclaim the warmth of his bed. The old wooden floor beneath Stefan's feet felt cool, almost welcoming, like an old friend greeting him on this eventful morning. Come on, grumpy, it's your first day at the fabrikani, his father said with an amused glint in his eye. They hired you because they want you there, and who knows, maybe you'll meet someone special.

Stefan groaned dramatically, like a tragic hero in the throes of turmoil, his voice a blend of frustration and determination. He reached out, fingers grazing the rough edge of the wooden nightstand, a tangible reminder of his bedroom's existence. Dad, I've told you a hundred times, those jobs are for moroi and dhampirs, not pricolici like me. I don't belong there, and they don't want me.

As Stefan voiced his frustrations, he referred to the roles and responsibilities that were traditionally reserved for specific supernatural beings. Oh, the complexities of the supernatural world, like a labyrinth of romantic entanglements and social hierarchies. Moroi were the mortal-born vampires, individuals who were born with vampiric traits and abilities. They possessed the strengths and weaknesses of vampires but were not necessarily considered undead.

Dhampirs, on the other hand, were individuals born from the union between a mortal and a vampire, like star-crossed lovers destined for an extraordinary fate. They inherited a mix of human and vampire traits, often possessing enhanced strength, agility, and a few supernatural abilities. Oh, how they danced on the precipice of both worlds, yearning for acceptance and belonging.

Stefan, as a pricolici, was a werewolf-vampire mix, born or turned into his supernatural state, like a mythical creature with an enigmatic past. He felt that he didn't fit into the traditional roles of moroi or dhampirs, like a puzzle piece that just didn't quite fit. And thus, the angst of his identity crisis unfolded, like a dramatic tale of self-discovery and acceptance.

However, his father, ever hopeful and wise like a sage mentor, encouraged him to keep an open heart and mind. Embrace any opportunities that might come your way, my son, he said with a knowing glint in his eyes. Your unique abilities might hold untapped potential in the supernatural world, like a secret power waiting to be unleashed.

Reluctantly, Stefan agreed to go, knowing that resistance was futile in this fantastical realm where destiny played its part like a puppeteer pulling the strings of fate. But deep inside, he couldn't help but feel the burden of being an outsider in the supernatural world, like a lost soul yearning for a place to belong.

The weight of the world on his shoulders felt like an unrelenting pressure that threatened to crush him, like a knight burdened with the weight of a kingdom's fate. Oh, how he longed for someone to see beyond the surface and embrace both his moroi and fenrir sides, like a beacon of love and acceptance shining through the darkness.

CHAPTER 2

As Anca ascended the stairs, each step felt like an eternity, like a slow dance towards an unknown destiny. The old wooden staircase creaked softly beneath her weight, as if echoing the weight of her emotions. Her heart still carried the remnants of her recent breakup with Yasmine, like a bittersweet melody echoing in her soul. She knew that ending things with Yasmine was the right decision, but it didn't make it any less painful.

Yasmine's words echoed in her mind, a haunting reminder of the love they had shared. Anca, I love you, but I can see it in your eyes. There's someone else, someone you can't let go of. I can't compete with that. Tears had glistened in Yasmine's eyes, like a reflection of the stars in a moonlit sky, as she bid farewell to the woman she loved.

Anca's heart ached with the weight of her emotions, torn between her affection for Yasmine and the profound connection she felt with her Călăuș. Her footsteps echoed in the dimly lit stairwell, each thud reverberating like the beats of her heart. She followed the alluring scent that had led her to this place, the intoxicating aroma of aged cedar and warm chocolate enveloping her like a warm embrace, confirming her belief that her Călăuș was near.

Upon reaching the scene, Anca's heightened senses were overwhelmed as she took in the sight before her. There lay her Călăuș, Stefan, in a most distressing state, like a fallen hero amidst a hostile crowd. The harsh fluorescent lights of the factory cast an unyielding glare on his injured