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Trigger warnings ⚠️ : Mentions of physical child abuse(Orian's past) SA (both as a child and adult) Amara's pov I sat at the banks of the stream, with my legs crossed by my side. My memories of how I had crossed it to get away from Orian coming back to me as I picked at the sand with a twig I had broken off the low branch of a tree.I got to drawing on the sand with the twig, carving Orian's full name with the nicknames I had for him first before drawing a heart and Cupid's arrow in it and then setting to carve out my names beneath it and I tried to spell his nickname for me in his language which he still hadn't told me the meaning before writing a together forever beneath the drawings and adding kissy faces of a male and female caricature.You are so cringe, Cora rolled her eyes at my antics, add love signs at the top of his name, and put in extra for me... please.Who's cringe now? I snorted at her before doing exactly as she said and when I was done, I pul
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Amara’s povWe finished up from the cabin, but decided to stay for a while knowing that when we got back to our lives, we would be too busy to come back. I was already stressed thinking about the preparations we had to make for the mini-festival usually held to usher in the winter but my excitement for it because winter was my favorite season collided with me thinking about the stress and a part of me couldn't wait to go back.Orian and I lay in the cabin, fingers intertwined with my head laying on his chest while he stroked my hair softly and I traced my free fingers against his hand tracing the prominent rose tattoo."That was the first tattoo I got." He mentioned as I traced out the curves of the flower, "I don't know why I got it, it just called to me and I did.""Hmm.""Maybe it was a sign that I was going to meet a woman obsessed with roses later on." He laughed with his lips still against my hair."Maybe." I sighed taking my hands to trace over the others and he mentioned to m
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Amara’s pov"How did you meet Akanther?""At a club." He replied threading his fingers in mine, "I used to go there to clean the shoes of the men, they paid pretty well and he was impressed by me the first time I cleaned his. He got me food and was perplexed when I ran home with it instead of eating it right there as he saw I looked famished. I had to share it with my sister and she told me about how we shouldn't trust him thinking he could be like our parents.""She cared about you Orian. I am glad you both had each other during those times.""I never saw Akanther again after that year but I met him a few times before he traveled back and the next time I saw him again was when I turned thirteen and Imelda was sick then. I talked to him and he mentioned taking me along with him back to his kingdom because he had taken a liking to me, it was an offer I gladly accepted on the condition that I bring Imelda along and he agreed. We were to leave that same night and I got home quickly to ge
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Orian's pov A groan passed my lips as I bent over a seat to rest on it. My hand instinctively went to my face cradling my dressed wound which had begun to ache immediately after I sat.We had started the preparations for the festival and my gaze went to where Amara stood with the rest of the team as she discussed with them with her hands tucked in her pockets and her loose ponytail falling down her back. I didn't have the chance to fix it properly after our raunchy explorations in the library moments ago and just then she looked behind her, her green eyes meeting mine and cheeks reddening, no doubt she had remembered exactly the scenes I was replaying in my head with her back pressed against the shelves and legs hooked around my waist while I drove into her warm heat.I swallowed shaking my head and willing the thoughts away before I got a hard-on in public which would lead to me stealing her away again despite the ache in my wound and the many things we had to
Captive Of The Count Prologue
Amara's pov "Once upon a land under the deity of the moon goddess where men were wolves and wolves were men..." "But they still are..." Iris groaned as always, staring at me with her eyes twinkling with mischief. I smirked and brandished my makeshift wooden sword before her making her squeal with pretend fright, "I surrender! I surrender!" She cried out with her arms raised in the air earning a smirk from me. "There lived three most powerful wolves in the supernatural world, they were called the potens lupi!" I continued, emphasizing my last words, "Two were born brought to the world at first, their fates tied together, the grey wolf and the red wolf, one born with a heart of gold, the other was the spawn of the devil! A bitch from the pits of hell!" I growled remembering how she had ruined my childhood. "Bad words Amara, mummy said no bad words," Eros said looking up from his entwined fingers which he had been twisting, an attitude long developed. "Fine." I rolled my eyes and si
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Amara's pov A full moon rose above the pitch-black clouds illuminating the skies and casting its light against the darkness just as it reflected on Cora's fur.The wind blew softly against her caressing her fur as well as causing the tree branches to rustle which was the only sound that could be heard as it blew through the forest.We were being followed. I could feel it. My statement wasn't a result of paranoia or anything. It was a fact, one which I have known ever since my sixteenth birthday and for five years now he followed me. I knew. I had kept it a secret.I'd always wonder if he was who I thought he was, a vampire for sure, the blood gave him away.But was he actually who I thought he was? Was he Ares? He always left clues that he was watching me and my every move.I had always searched hoping to catch a glimpse of hair as blonde as mine or something else that I noticed a long time ago which would convince me that it was him but I had nothing.I was pulled f
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Amara's povLoud angry growls filled our ears and then snarls, Cora turned up her snout picking up the scent and at that instant, I felt her worry, Rogues Amara! Feral rogues! She cried out before turning to sprint off but she was trapped and caved in as a bunch of them jumped from the thickets, surrounding her, sizing her up with their angry snarls filling the air.Cora count! I ordered and she squinted trying to make out their forms, there was the bigger one who was the leader, and then there were five others making them six in total.They enclosed her forming a circle. Their foul scent was strong and repulsing as their growls were irritating."If it isn't the poor princess, all by herself right where she shouldn't be." Their leader spoke immediately, his reddish eyes glinting mischievously, "How do you feel about this situation your highness? Scared?!""The word should be irritated mutt!" She snarled at him digging her extracted claws in the ground, the need to protect and defend r
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Amara's pov I could feel my guts tighten as I stood rooted to my spot. The sound of the sword swishing through the air came first and a strangled cry like that of a wounded beast was the last thing I heard before being splattered with his blood.My hands laid limp by my sides. My senses numbing as I stared down at myself. My pink leotard was marred crimson by the abominable liquid, my exposed arms and legs all covered in blood and suddenly the ache I felt in my neck from being strangled earlier was forgotten. I was somewhat glad that I hadn't worn my favorite red leotard, I couldn't imagine it being soaked in blood.My gaze traveled to the stiff remains of the creature. Its red wings were faltered and dull, and my heart ached as red was my favorite color. Blood pooled from the headless body staining the white tiling of the balcony and the evening sun rays had chosen that time to cast its light on the dead. Its head had rolled a few paces away from it. Its dark eyes, darker
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