A Plague Tale Amicia Novels & Stories

Logan Amelia’s breath catches, her eyes widen in disbelief. “He wouldn’t,” she shakes her head in denial. “Ethan is my friend, I get that you two have a history, but deep down, he’s not a monster,” Amelia insists. “I swear on everything I hold dear, I’m not trying to trick you,” I whisper hurriedly. “Just think about it, please. How else can we explain the sudden outbreak of plague in Deadfang? Why are only the Capital’s warriors sick, not anyone from the pack?”

The crowd was left in awe; Axel Farley, a man who seldom showed affection for any woman, was gazing at her with such adoration. Axel turned to me and said, “Are you ready, Amelia? From today on, you’re in for a different beginning.” I nodded, “Don’t worry, Axel. The love-struck Amelia is dead; what’s alive now is the vengeful Amelia.” Just then, a shocked voice rang out: “Amelia? What are you doing here?” I looked up to see Damian and Vivian. Vivian was wearing a stunning bespoke evening gown that sparkled under the lights. But her smile seemed a bit forced as she said, “You—”

Now that they were alone, Faiz turned to her, a mysterious light shining in her eyeballs and she extended her body close to Amelia, Ame was terrified for a moment, unable to identify her motive for coming this close. " Daughter of a bandit leader who has set up his territory, are you? I have read many books till now, and no author ever mentioned you in their books ", It was clear in her eyes that she wanted an answer. The bed was upset and soft, Amelia put a little pressure on her body and slid to the side. At that time she was desperate to get rid of Murphy's relentless tries to convince her to come to the palace, and that was the reason why she spilled the beans.

The Weaver whispered. “No,” is all Amilia could mutter. She turned around and got the whisp of the flame on her eyes. Her eyes sparkle as they mirrored the yellow and orange light of the flame. Amilia held her breath and gripped the door handle tightly behind her. “I don’t have time to play with you…” Amilia said. “Agarus.” the Weaver said with a bow, taking the pause Amilia did as a question for his name. “Agarus is my name, Amilia.”

He knew he had to tell Amelia something, and he was afraid of what it might do to her. Augustra took a deep breath and looked into her eyes. He knew he had to tell her the truth. He took her hands in his and said, "My love, I have something to tell you. I have a serious sickness. I was stabbed with a cursed knife by a witch on one of my missions. It has been slowly eating away at me and I need the fruit of silk to save me or else I will die." Amelia was shocked, and tears started to fill her eyes. She had so many questions, but all she could do was hold him. She hugged him tightly, and it felt like their hearts were one. She knew that she had to find the fruit of silk to save him.

The name scrawled across the page was Seraphina Mirov. “She’s not one of ours,” Amara said. “She used to be,” Luca replied. “Exiled assassin from the Monaco cell. She disappeared five years ago — resurfaced under the Veil’s mark.” Amara’s jaw tightened. “And you think she has Alma.” “I think she’ll lead us to whoever does.” The silence stretched, heavy as the fog crawling over the sea. Finally, Amara said, “Where?” Luca looked at her — really looked at her, like he was memorizing her edges before the world tried to cut them apart again. “Prague. She’s been sighted twice near the old cathedral.”

I really did allow myself to get wrapped up in Saph’s pain to the point where I was able to completely ignore everything I had been through. “Yea. He said Mama knew about the plague before it started. She and Father decided it would be better not to change what’s supposed to happen, and trust in the Goddess. Guess they chose wrong because it cost them their lives. Then again, I’m glad Mama never rejected Father, or else she may have taken Bram as a chosen mate.” All three of us shudder at the thought of our mother with Bram. “He said Mama had another vision. He never told me what it was,” I say feeling frustrated. “It was about us,” Amy mumbles. I turn my gaze in her direction, watching as s

Since I was holding the gun in my hand, I quickly shot the creature in it’s head, making it to fall limply on the floor, right beside my petite figure. I have to hurry and get out of here. I thought to myself as I tried to calm my breathing and stood on my slightly shaking legs. Freedom is near. I smirked as I looked at the staircase that would lead upstairs and then further up would lead outside. Survivors, here I come. *** So lovely people! What do you think? Will Amelia be able to escape? Just remember that not everything that happens is according to our wills and planning. ( ´ ▽ ` )ﾉ

I thought you were going to die. "I had the same thought. But I'm glad that everyone is aware that Ace doesn't love me. I would not be alive if Their throats were being cut by tIt was filthy and bloody. , bloody.” amelia frowned as she recalled the past moment. She gave Amelia a huge hug and said, "I'm glad you came back alive." “I’m so tired,” “Yeah, Anne has prepared your bath. You have to forget about what happened, and remember, you are married to a mafia leader.” As she left the room, she said.

the head councilman instructed. Amity's voice was steady but laced with pain. "I am Amity Dobrev, maid to Luna Eva Dumont. I wish I didn't have to be here, but the truth must be told." She took a deep breath, her gaze unwavering. "Eva planned and executed the attack on our pack. She conspired with Adele and rogues to commit a genocide that wiped out nearly half of the pack. She killed Lady Milana because of her one-sided infatuation and attempted to kill Camille multiple times back in the Lily of the Valley pack. I did play a role in these horrible things, but I am willing to pay for playing an accomplice to the horrible crimes of Eva Dumont."