A Plague Tale Amicia Novels & Stories

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.”

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?”

Azmia said, it was as if they were having a picnic. After enjoying food and drinks together, Mica told Azmia to go home. Even though Azmia insisted on staying with Mica, her Father and Mother did not allow it, they forced Azmia to go home. Mica said that there were those waiting for Mother to come home, namely Mahira, Kakang, and Father. Bram told what happened to him, when Azmia suddenly fainted while dropping him and Mahira off, then her condition was in a coma. He and the children were very anxious and afraid of losing her.

The amethyst eyes girl had just wanted to deliver medicine for the Black Prince's arm. So she concocted it herself, a skill she secretly possessed - concocting medicine-. But hearing Duke Gramer's request made her not dare to enter the room. "How was the ritual performed?" Illarion's voice sounded enthusiastic in Amanda's ears. “From the Mad Valley where the plague started to develop, they will be herded to the Rale Field. Then I will bury the girl along with the plague, and my wife's corpse of course."

Damian looked at her again. “From scandal.” The word felt empty. Cold. Business-like. Amelia shook her head slightly. “You’re saying you let her ‘handle’ a pregnant woman… because of scandal?” Damian’s expression tightened instantly. “It wasn’t like that.” Amelia stepped forward slightly now. “Then what was it like?” Her voice rose a little. “What exactly did she tell you, Damian?” That question hit harder than the others. Because now there was no escape. Damian finally spoke.

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.

Guilt flashes over Papa’s features and my brows knit together as I was his face. “What haven’t you told me?” I hear the edge to my tone, not one I would normally use with Papa but I can tell he holds his secrets, he has always been too good at that. He grimaces “I’m sorry my son, it was literally life or death for you both otherwise I would never have kept it from you. Damian did not kill Amelia he took her as his wife and faked her death. I have known all along and she did it to protect your life, he was going to publicly execute you if she did not. It was Amelia who saved you after the hunters weapon, I had helped her in a plan to get your blood and use that to turn before Damian could. Sh