登入Tilla is a witch, who enjoys the simplicity and seclusion that comes with life in a rural village. Little known about her background prior to her appearance in a small country province of Antheon, Tilla is all too content to pass her days caring for the minor needs and ailments of its occupants. Until, one day her peaceful life is stolen from her by the outbreak of war with the neighboring kingdom, Vinhalla. The fighting instigated by a powerful and callous sorceress from the rival kingdom, Tilla is left with little choice but to flee or risk being embroiled in a mystical war of epic proportions. Her life uprooted and destiny uncertain, Tilla enlists the aid of the gruff and handsome werewolf, Luther Bane. The two, discovering trust and even a spark of passion in one another as they struggle to evade the Hunters, monsters, and the likes of kin who seek to harm them. Will their alliance be enough to elude the secrets of their pasts? Or will they find themselves ensnared in a conflict much greater than themselves?
查看更多Awakening to a vast darkness unknown darkness, Tilla shivered as her body encountered the relentless wind of the boggy wasteland for the first time. Her attire weathered and torn from the treacherous path that she had traveled thus far. The turmoil of bewilderment and distress seemed almost a fond memory now as Tilla found herself trapped once more in the confines of the same place she had once managed to escape from. Longing to find herself again in the damp moors of Antheon’s border with Valhalla. Tilla gazed wistfully out into the scorched horizon from the tiny glass portal. Knowing that the distant promise of lands beyond the desolate arid plateau would likely be unobtainable to her in the future, she revisited the plains and forests that she had traversed with Luther in her mind. Holding steadfastly on to these precious memories as the height of the midday sun had begun to loom oppressively over the cracked earth. Tilla’s reverie was interrupted by an abrupt knock at the door.
Awakened by the overpowering smell of rot that invaded her nostrils, Tilla lurched forward. Her back compelled from the tainted stones of the chamber by the violent nausea that seized her abdomen. Tilla doubled over her bent knees as she coughed and wrenched into the perturbing stillness of the foreboding abyss. The aggressive motions of her brief bout of illness, finally ceasing only after she had succeeded in emptying the meager contents of her stomach onto the grimy floor. Tilla wiped the remaining bile from her lips with the back of her hand as she stared blankly into the darkness that surrounded her. Without any notion of how she had come to such a morbid and foul pit of despair; Tilla could not explain the remnants of the headache that continued to gnaw viciously at her temple nor the sting of the various cuts and bruises that marred her body. However, none of these mysterious ailments could detract from the emptiness that replaced her missing memories or the menacing feeling t
Awakening to find that the thick knot of dread that had formed in the base of Tilla’s stomach, now proceeded to conquer the more sinuous tract of her intestine. Tilla laid listlessly amongst the covers of the bed, contemplating the pain in her abdomen and the daunting undertakings of the day without any desire to move. Neither the discomfort felt in her anxious gut, nor the warmth of the midday sun, enough to inspire her to stir from the dense cocoon of blankets, Tilla remained in this state for several hours. Passing the time by agonizing over the many pitfalls of Lilian’s dubious scheme to liberate her from the Coven. Her mind, seemingly exhausted after considering the possible stumbling blocks to their plan, abandoned these thoughts long enough to allow Tilla to emerge from the shelter of the sheets. Finding that the frustration and desperation to remove herself from the equation of Sethor and Phynia’s schemes, was no longer present in the light of a new day. Tilla felt the burden
A dim light filtering through the pair of tinted windows set into the dense walls of the tower bedroom. Tilla frowned as she observed the dawn of a new day spread an ominous red hue over the desolate terrain of her homeland. Privileged in her view due to the imposing position the Coven occupied upon the otherwise barren plateau. Tilla sighed as she leant listlessly against the dark purple glass, which separated her from the extremely sharp drop into the desert valley below. Once again perched on the thick stone windowsill, which she had often been known to occupy when sleep had alluded her in the past. Tilla tugged the cumbersome skirts of her dress to one side, before wedging herself further into the tiny opening of the portal that offered a glimpsed into the unobtainable outside world. However, the landscape's unchanging familiarity, providing little solace or variation with which to fascinate her tired head. Tilla pulled her knees beneath her chin as her mind eventually came to con
Rising from the floor of the gorge, the Lycan suddenly announced, “We should go.” Supposing that this was due to a potential threat, of which she was not yet aware of, rather than a diversion to distract from their argument. Tilla responded by leaning into the vague breath of air circling the fissu
Entering deep into a fissure found within the craggy terrain. There was a desolate solitude, which fell over the stony facades of the mountains as darkness descended on the land. Unfaltering under the heavy gaze of their silent review, Tilla and Luther carried the smell of smoke with them in the fib
The clear waters rushing over the edge of the falls serving as a screen from the outside world, it was only the sensation of violent shiver that awoke Tilla from her slumber. Her legs curled into her chest as she attempted to ward off the dampness that permeated the grotto, she wrapped her arms arou
The Hunter’s steps or the sound of his breathing as he trudged through the forest, still too far to be discerned by the natural ear. Tilla strained to listen. However, failing to detect another’s presence other than herself and the Lycan, who persisted to sit on top of her heavily, she instead look
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