A Plague Tale Amicia Novels & Stories

" I want to take you as my bride, a Queen who will give me strong children, and if we do this ... I might consider leaving some packs that are not an antagonist to me unharmed." I choke on my saliva after he says those words. After I calm my cough, I laugh loudly, and he looks at me, perplexed. "Your Queen?! Are you crazy? You must be incoherent, Amacus," I snarl. "No, I'm saner than I've ever been... The truth is that my witches' loyalty might waver since I don't have magic in me, but a strong dark pup will overrule all that," Amacus is solemn, and he actually believes I might accept his offer. There must be something wrong with him.

I said and she smiled pulling in to a tight hug, now I was so sure that I had a family that loves me more than anything. The silence made Maggie feel like her heart was in her throat, she turned to Brenda who leaned forward and held her sweaty palm in hers. Maggie's gaze turned back to Mrs Jones who walked out of Amelia's room. They both stood up ready to fire questions at the doctor but stopped when a bed was rolled out of the ICU with Amelia on it, Maggie panicked a sob escaping her lips. "She's gone " Brenda asked trying to calm Maggie who was had grown weak immediately. "No" was all Mrs. Jones whispered and they both turned there attention to her not sure what she meant.

I boomed, and the bespectacled maid stepped forward disjointedly, pushing round-rimmed glasses up into her salt-lake blue eyes. “Amelia's corpse had the life drained from her not too long after you should have been on your rounds. What were her last words before you sank your teeth in her?” I growled, and the workers gasped, shifting around the fish-eyed girl until they had given her a wide berth.

"Very well, your grace. If you must, then I shall accompany you." Amelia shook her head gently, her voice laced with a sense of solitude. "No, Abigail. I will go alone." The room bore witness to the silent exchange between maid and mistress, a bond of trust and understanding that transcended words. As Amelia began to prepare herself for the day, slipping into a delicate morning gown of soft lavender, she knew that the path she had chosen was not without its risks. The oak grove held secrets, and the duel that awaited Dane was a pivotal moment in their journey. Amelia's determination burned brightly, fueled by her desire to reshape the narrative, to unveil the truth, and to honour the memory

Ivote. Mr. Grey stared at the documents placed on his desk containing Amelia's information that Damian had hidden so carefully from the public. Mr. Grey smiled without any emotions in his eyes. 'The play is about to start' he thought as he closes the open folder of Amelia's documents. Amelia was reading at the manor's library where she often spends her time while Damian is at work. Maisy and Helga are standing beside her as she reads a book. And Iago, as ordered by Damian is not letting Amelia out of his sight.

Cara appeared once again and she was dragging the keeper of knowledge with her. “What do you want from me again, I already told you everything you need to know,” Tia cried out. “That my dear friend, is a lie,” Amelia responded. “What else did Cornelius learn from you?” she probed. “I promise, I already told you all I know,” Tia persisted. “Hmmm, so we’re doing this the hard way,” Amelia said and the colour drained from Tia’s already pale face. “W-what do y-you mean?” she asked and her eyes widened in horror when she saw white flames coming out of Amelia’s hands. “Ahh, let me join the party,” Adelia clapped in excitement and white flames covered her entire body.

She didn’t want to die now , but she was dying , what had she done to deserve this from her own sister . Looking at her sisters, she watched her release the billet more and more into her body . She felt her whole body go limp and the last person she saw over her as she closes her eyes to the pains , was her own twin sister standing there and looking over to her with disgust . “ I told you everything belongs ti ne “ she said . Amelia felt herself finally go at peace and the next moment , she died . Her own sister conspired with her husband and killed her .

Obviously, the entitled tone belonged to Lamia Thelowar. Scum, my ass. I rolled my eyes, low-key, hoping she would see. I barely had time to glance at her before she glided away, sweeping the haughty attitude with her as she passed. Lamia Thelowar was a tall girl with wavy brunette hair. With slanting dark eyes that stressed her cunning edge, accompanied with dewy skin and luscious lips- she, of course, was the desired fashion icon. Despite my pride, I have to admit, I also sought her well-known visuals at one point, too.

FLASHBACK (18 years ago). As the little white-haired girl Amaia runs faster out of the forest where the enemy is. She loses her balance, making her feet stumbled at the big roots of Cupressus Tree. Her unbalanced body rolled down at a hilly side of the forest, going down to the river. Before her body meets the water, her head hits the big rock making her unconscious. Her body floats at the big outflow of the water down to the city of Human Town.

I asked, turning to face him. "No, in fact, I was waiting for you. I wanted to show you that there is more to this academy than meets the eye," he said. "There are secrets here, Amira. Things that not even the other professors know about. And I believe that you are the key to unlocking those secrets." "I am not a key, I’m just a girl," I said, feeling a sense of unease wash over me. "I believe that you are the one who can bring balance to this place, Miss Alice" he said. "You have a destiny. A purpose. And it's up to you to fulfill it."