A Plague Tale Amicia Novels & Stories

"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?

“ Mom , please listen to me . I don’t care about anything else apart from your health right now and lately your health isn’t good but at the same time I am not a doctor nor can I trust the doctors here . If they really were looking after you then you shouldn’t have fainted three times already in just a span of one week . Right now , Ayla is the only doctor I can truly trust . I can bear your scolding , your old gaze , your stubbornness , anything but I can’t bear losing you because I didn’t fight hard enough to keep you safe at all costs . Many years have passed and I didn’t have my mother by my side but I hope that in the near future , I can have her by my side every minute . “ said Amra wi

I didn’t want to see the person I love, looked at me like I was trash, and if I looked at her, I would see all her wounds, every little thing I did to her. “Let me tell you a story, Vladimir….” Amilia said, “Long ago, I met someone. Someone special to my heart. That was my first mate.” Moving my eyes up, I see Amilia staring back at me with no life in her eyes. She just stared at me, and no emotions were shown on her face. She looked just like her grandfather had told me earlier.

After they left Amelia tried to think about where she had known the face, but they were was still no progress so she let it be. *** `Meanwhile, in the city of Pikes, Adelard had been hearing rumours of Amelia still being alive and the Witch Maria had confirmed this suspicion when she revealed that she saw Turstin alongside Amelia in the Murky forest. The lady that Maria had described fitted Adelard's former prisoner Amelia. Adelard wanted to confirm that she was in the great palace of Helores because had been searching for her for a while now. She might be his golden ticket to becoming the great sage. If it was true that a mere human was living in the great palace, Adelard was certain that h

He even scolded me, "It's because you have this nasty condition. You're constantly like a dog in heat, and you want me to bed you 24/7. Winter's almost here. Are you even going to harvest the crops? "The crops are all frozen to nothing in the rotten fields. We've worked all year for nothing and now we're going to have to starve!" With that, he turned and stormed off. Wiping my tears, I stood up and hurried to follow him. I knew it was my fault. He was very tolerant of me by not looking down on me. I prayed inwardly that the town doctor would cure me. Otherwise, I feared that if the doctor failed, Tom might do what the old women whispered about—the kind of cure that involved a needle and no m

He’s here to make a scene against me. The servant fell to his knees, his head bowed in a show of submission, but his words were anything but humble. “Your Majesty, I must speak the truth,” he said, his voice quivering with the weight of what he was about to reveal. “The plague that has ravaged our lands… it was not an act of the gods or a curse. It was caused by her!” He lifted his head, his eyes locking onto me with a mixture of accusation and fear. “Migumi is the source of the plague!” Wha… What?

"It's a beacon of hope - our chance to reclaim our lives from the darkness that's ensnared us." Murmurs spread among the assembled group, the weight of months spent under the curse pressing down upon them. "Captain Marcus Drago thought he could bury our fates with him," Amelia continued, her spine straight as a mast. "But we are not so easily defeated. We've survived his treachery, his heartless assaults, and now, with this," she gestured to the parchment, "we will end this torment and emerge stronger than ever." "Where does it lead?" someone called out, skepticism lacing his tone.

There was just something about the tale that makes him believe. “Thomas…” he heard his name being called in a tone of voice that chill him to the bones. He hurried outside moving quickly to catch Gia-Mia who collapse in his arms. “What happened?” he asked anxiously. “Amelia…” the tears run down her face. He saw she looked frail and broken inside. He carefully picked her up in his arms and carried her into the cottage. He gently lay her down on the rags he uses as a bed. He reached a something to pour water in making her drink. She choked but kept on crying. He moved until he managed to cradle her in his arms. Her fingers circled around the pulse close to his wrist. He immediately felt his he

Now I wasn't so big on Religion but I did believe in God,Heaven and Hell so hearing this from them made me pretty scared. "Amelia we curse you and everything that you will ever lay your hands on. You will not find favor in any of your other lives, your generation is cursed forever!" Both my mom and Amelia shouted the last part and when they opened their mouths, dozens of flies flew out and they came right to me.The zombies decomposed to insects of different kind: cockroaches,spiders,ant and some that I didn't even know existed. I still was not able to move or do anything at all. All I felt was the pain that came from these insects biting and crawling all over my body.

I looked at her, wondering exactly what that meant. Amaya reached for the book in front of me. “The Order of Templar is a legend…a myth. Why did Sister Agnes give you this?” “She said something about…a sacred flame,” I muttered. Amaya’s eyebrows nearly disappeared into her hair line. “The Sacred Flame…but…that is just…it’s not possible,” Amaya protested furiously, hands flipping through the pages until she landed on a particular passage. “My mother used to tell me stories about it.”