A Plague Tale Amicia 소설 & 이야기

Amelia asked with a smirk, knowing her hands were very close to her heart. "Nothing?" She raised her brows at her as she kept gasping, blood dripping out of her mouth. "Time to say hello to Hades." Amelia smirked harder and grabbed her heart, pulling out of her chest. And held it really tight, squeezing it into nothing as Hagatha fell to the ground, placing her hands over her bloody chest. Amelia turned quickly, running back to the cars with superhuman speed. She grabbed the Jerry can of petrol and a box of match sticks. She ran back to the witch and opened the keg pouring the petrol in a circle around her. Then pour the remaining content on her body. With a smirk and repeated heavy breaths,

It sends a shiver down my spine. “Tell me, Beatrice,” I demand, my voice trembling with fear and desperation. I need to know the truth, even if it’s the hardest thing to hear. The thought of losing Amelia is unbearable, but I still want to hear it before I believe it. “Amelia has a lot of silver in her system,” Beatrice begins, her voice heavy with emotion. “The only way to save her life would be to clean her blood of it, but unfortunately, we can’t.”

"Give me the ointment, it's acting up again." The lady in waiting courteously gave her the ointment. Rilavia rolled up her sleeves revealing fresh scars on her skin maybe due to the plague that has been around their Kingdom for years. "You did not see anything, understood?" as she said that, the lady in waiting nodded her head and putted away the ointment once the Queen was done.

Amelia. “Remember when you said people don’t change and hated Logan? What happened now?” she asked, Ace’s eyes darkened. “Don’t change the subject. How did you get in?” he demanded. “I crawled in,” she teased, pouting. “I just wanted to… check on these,” she said, pointing at ceramic vases and sculptures. “Take them. They’re useless to me,” Ace replied. Amelia laughed. “My mum, the seer, said you don’t value things until you need them. Keep them—they’ll be useful soon,” she said, crossing her arms like an adult.

Maven My heart is in my throat as I bring Amelia to our pack doctor. Her lips are blistered and she’s unconscious, but at least I got her. I just hope I got her in time. I sit by her side in the pack hospital as the doctor looks over her. While he does this, I breathe out and scroll through my phone. There is only one witch that I trust that can tell me whether something is wrong with her. The phone rings twice and she says, “Can I help you?”

Micah was seated on an armchair in front of the desk, her eyes fixed on the book in front of her. "My lady, do your eyes not hurt from reading for hours?" Tarma chipped in when her eyes flickered towards Micah's direction. "Tell me, Tarma… Is it true that some people worship serpents? Micah asked, looking away from the pages of the book. She reclined on the chair, her back resting on the body of the wooden chair. "Yes… My lady. I have heard rumors about it once. But not many people believe in such words." Tamar said, tending to Micah's bed as she arranged the bedding.

Bram kept trying to calm me down. “Bram, are you taking revenge? To repay all your hurt feelings to me?!” “For what, Mia? All the pain I felt didn’t make me hold any grudge. I accept you as you are.” Bram tried to explain. “Mica is the fruit of our love, Bram?” I asked softly. Nodding his head, Bram answered. “Yes. Mica is the fruit of our love, Mia.” “Was Mica born by accident, Bram?” With a sad heart and heavy tears, I asked.

Ama wandered through the silent streets. A strange feeling settled over her. Not loneliness. Expectation. As though the city was waiting. In the center stood a massive circular plaza. At its heart rose a single monument. Not a statue. A mirror. Twenty feet tall. Framed in living vines. Its surface shimmered like liquid glass. Ama stepped closer. This time, her reflection did not appear. Instead... Countless faces emerged. Men. Women. Children. Old. Young. All smiling gently. Then, one by one...

his mother said as she held Amelia close. “Thank you, but I am getting used to it. I am the legendary white wolf after all. I did not expect to live all of my life without enemies and murder attempts” she said. King Zee was glad that Amelia was not the one who killed that maid, but he sure did know that Amelia would have killed her if she met her alive and with the plants beneath her bed.

“Mischievous how?” He rubbed a hand over his face, trying and failing to suppress a laugh. “Alright… here’s one story. Last winter, Amica somehow managed to trap my entire council in the training room, my Beta included.” “…What?” “Apparently, she'd wanted to talk to me but the meeting was taking too long so she'd faked fainting. I rushed over to see her but little did I know she'd been hiding in the hallway. As soon as I passed by, headed to her room, she'd locked the door and buried the key somewhere in the garden but she forgot the exact spot. As if that wasn't enough, she smeared the floors with berry paste. Bright red berry paste. When the council tried breaking down the door, one of the