A Plague Tale Amicia Novels & Stories

"Then death you shall receive. Look, wherever that Illwisch is, I'll make sure we'll find her no matter what. She'll pay for killing my family and scheming with an oppressor like you." "Try better then," Amelia responded with a soft laugh, obviously mocking me. "I've been telling you a countless times already though, I don't know where that witch——" "Liar!" Amelia sat up, causing the chain to rattle against the floor with her movement. Her snow-shaded hair fell on her shoulder as she leaned her head back to look at me. "One thing I've learned in this war is lies will never disrupt the stream of the fate. So why not just let it flow to its course and go along with it?"

In a testy tone, she replies, “Very good, your Majesty. My most luxurious chamber thus far… the witches also thank you sincerely. However, do you have something to say to me?” “…” There it was. The bomb started ticking in her head, and it’d take merely seconds for the question to explode whatever tension was being kept inside. Akira contemplated for a while, torn if she’d ask the personal question first or save it for later. She figured it was best to ease into it, so she put it away. Civil affairs is an ideal topic to start with before asking the sensitive personal questions—was what Akira thought. “I… about the plague…” Realization dawned on Phaedra’s face. “I thought you were the best per

ARIA I meet Amaya near the police station and we head to Miss. Michella. She lives quite far from the Wolves Academy, alone. Amaya told me that Michella never married. As we reach our house, quite big, she opens the door for us, sitting in her wheelchair. “Hello, ma’am.” My voice greets her. She allows us to sit on her couch. Her hair has turned gray and she's wearing golden glasses. “You have violet hair.” Her lips mumble.

“Take caution and leave, Damon. I'm not supposed to have any business with you. But since you're forcing me to harm you, I won't hesitate to do my part.” Danciana concluded. Then, Amelia was still squatting and still holding her ear. Danciana just vented her anger and left Amelia with the two guys in the room. “Obey her to avoid what may befall you!” One of the men mumbled as they also left and licked the door. Amelia spent some minutes where she was the squatting thing about her life and what brought her to Italy and, perhaps, that shape. In her weirdest dream, she never dreamt of dragging a man with a woman. She never for once, loved Damon or had in mind that she would have anything relati

Her face turned even paler with fear. Amelia’s fingers didn't touch Layla’s hands or any other parts of her body. Layla , gripped by fear, dared not lower her hands. She peered cautiously through trembling fingers. But to her surprise, Amelia had vanished. Layla’s hands dropped in disbelief as she scanned the empty hallway. Amelia was gone. Damn it! She'd been outwitted by that cunning, insufferable Amelia. Rage surged through Amelia’s veins. She stomped her foot hard against the floor, frustration choking her until another hacking cough seized her body. Her illness was a constant shadow, a relentless torment that made every breath a battle.

Brutus looked up in surprise. “What are you doing here?” he asked incredulously. “You were supposed to be heading toward Daikon by now!” “I know, but I need to go to Brumward first. I got it, finally,” Amelia said with a grin as she held up the vial of blood. Brutus’ eyes were wide. He nodded and took down a book from a shelf near him. He studied the map and motioned for Amelia to get closer.

she instructed and as if compelled to obey immediately, Amelia shuts her eyes and when she opened them, the first thing she saw was the figure of an incredibly tall woman, who had no face but had a head shaped like a full moon and the figure had four arms and no legs as she was floating on air. Amelia let out an unconscious scream as she could not believe her eyes. "What are you?" she asked and Acacias chuckled softly. "I already told you who I am Amelia dear and since you didn't believe me, I had to show it to you. By the way dear, I'd advice you shut your eyes very quickly and don't stare for too long if you don't want to lose your eyesight forever," Acacias warned and although Amelia want

"There is every possibility that she might loose her memory. We'll know more when she wakes up." I nodded curtly. "Keep me informed." Dr. Martinez nodded and left. I walked into the guest room where she lay, her fragile figure lying peacefully. She had those delicate features, and a calm- looking face. Even with her injuries, she was beautiful with thick blonde hair. Around her neck, a velvet-black cord carried a pendant which had a circle with a dot signifying: "The Omerta symbol; representing silence, loyalty and secrecy.” I said. The pendant caught my attention. It was a notable Mafia symbol. Why would she wear it if she was a commoner?

"What did I promise you. I told you that every single thing you love would be mine and I am a man of my words" Then the call went off, just so fast but enough to know that Amelia was far from safe, the picture sent next was enough to make him hungry to reap out Matteo's heart. It was Amelia, asleep, with a gag to her mouth and her gown reaped short.