My Personal Lycan King

Chapter-33 I don't need my powers to protect myself!

VICTORIA'S POV

"Carla! Carla! Save me! I am on fire! My whole body is burning!" I shouted in my head as I looked at my

body that was engulfed in fire.

"What are you doing?! What am I supposed to do in a situation like this! It's not me who can control

your powers. It's you!" Carla shouted back making me wince in pain.

"Then, who am I supposed to go to look for help?" I asked back.

"Didn't that old lady told you to keep your emotions in check. Can't you see that you might be on fire,

but you are not particularly feeling any pain? Even your clothes are not burning for god's sake!" Carla

remarked.

Her words made me looked at my clothes. They were on fire, no doubt, but not even a single thread of

the cloth was burning for real.

Just what kind of magic is this?

I have so engrossed in my thoughts that all my previous thoughts of self-depreciation dissolved and the

fire around me started to fade eventually.

I looked at my hands in shock that were clean, like I wasn't on fire, but was showering. Not even a spec

of ash was there on my body.

However, when I looked down, I could see the leaves around me all burnt and the ground was wiped

clean. It had formed a circle kind of thing around me.

You guys must be confused as to what's happening and what the hell am I talking about right?

Let me start from the beginning.

So as everyone knows, I exited the bar after my talk with Grandma Azrael because I wasn't interested

in what she has to say to Alexander.

"Wasn't it because she didn't allow you to say anything?" Carla said rolling her eyes.

"Uhh...I didn't want to listen anyways okay. I don't like intruding on people's privacy."

"Look who's speaking. Weren't you the one who tried to read Alexander's thoughts?" Carla said making

me groan before I blocked her.

So as I was saying, I went into the forest after exiting the club. Now you guys might reprimand me that

why I came into the forest after what happened earlier with that bad wolf.

And honestly, I don't have any words to explain myself. Original from NôvelDrama.Org.

I was so lost in my world constantly thinking that how much my real mom and dad had to suffer so that

I could live in this world, that I didn't even notice that I was in the middle of the forest until I smelled fire

smoke around me.

It was only then that I realized, it wasn't that the place around me was the only thing burning, I was

burning with it. Or should I rephrase it and say, I was the one burning it.

Of course, it's because I was soo lost in my thoughts of self-loathing that I forgot that I have some

supernatural powers that go to any extent to protect me.

And maybe the fire was just a symbol of my anger towards the world that made my parents suffer so

much.

So here was I, trying to calm my nerves as I noticed the place around me burnt.

As I was busy looking at the burnt leaves I felt someone nearing me from my behind.

I turned around to see who it was, however, when I looked back I didn't saw anyone there.

Thinking that it might just be one of my hallucinations, I shrugged my shoulders and was about to start

moving out of the forest when I felt a presence near me again. This time closer than I would've liked.

Closing my eyes, I tried to feel the presence as I continued moving.

"Whoever you are, come out before I get angry. I am already in the bad mood, okay? I don't want to kill

someone now. So let's talk it out, yeah? I mean if you don't want to die." I tried thinking that the person

might get angry if I talk such nonsense.

Much to my horror, I saw a man dressed purely in black clothes from head to toe, running towards me

with a knife in his hand. Even his face was covered with a black mask.

"Good going Victoria. Maybe that person wasn't even here for you. But you have to go around

provoking bad people so that they can mess with us, no?" Carla rolled her eyes as she sat in the chair

relaxing.

"Dude! Can you stop complaining? The man is running towards us with that knife. And that large knife

looks no joke." I thought as I tried to spot a wooden log around me that can be used to knock the

person off.

"I am so dumb. I can use my powers to knock the guy off." I smiled wickedly, excited that I will get to

use my powers for protecting myself for real.

"Uhuh! Didn't that old lady told you? No use of powers until it's a life and death situation." Carla said as

she squinted her brows at my suggestion.

"This girl. You can't give me any suggestions on how to fight back, but always have enough points to

reprimand me." I said as I looked at the nearing man.

Holding the hand that he raised in the air to hurt me with the knife, I turned the man around before

taking him in a hand lock position.

Before he could react to my new position, I kicked behind his knees making him sit involuntarily as I

turned his wrist to free the knife from his hand.

Kicking his vital spots, near his chest, hand, and leg, I turned his body in another deadlock before

choking him.

I released him when his face was turning purple and stood back. As soon as he stood again trying to

fight me, I kicked the chin of that man in the upward motion, and soon I could see blood coming out

from his nose and mouth.

'Does these people think I am only dependent upon these problematic powers to save myself? I have

been learning taekwondo and ancient martial arts since I was seven.' I thought proudly.

However, my moment of feeling proud was cut short when I see two more men coming towards me

with clear killing intent in their eyes.

"I think they are angry because I killed their friend." I thought in my mind.

However, this time rather than making some snarky or sarcastic remark, Carla said something that left

me in a thoughtful gaze.

"Or they are coming at you because they wanted to kill you from the very beginning?" She said and I

saw her concerned-filled eyes for the first time.