A Plague Tale Amicia Novels & Stories

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.

I don't understand why she is nervous but it only matters that she is and I need to help her. “What do you mean?” Grace asked, just as confused as I am. Amelia's eyes shifted around the room. “Like…I don't know, never mind.” She shook the thought from her head. “No, princess. Go ahead and ask your question.” Logan muttered. She cleared her throat. “What are the risks?" She asked slightly more confidently. Grace displays a warm smile, some worry lifts off my shoulders as she seems to be trying to make Amelia feel safe. “Magica comes from the user, it can drain my energy but I come from a family of witches so my energy is more than someone who is just practicing.” Grace explained.

The media though had no interest in the wizened old Aunt, they had discovered Alcina's story and ran it that morning without Annabella’s permission. Fortunately, they did not have the whole story, they knew nothing of her Mafia background and that kept her safe, the story they ran was all about her being the next Duchess. Many people at the funeral commented on her strength of will as Alcina held herself rigid and composed with no emotion on her young face. She held her head up facing those who spoke to her with a poise beyond her eight years she was polite and endearing shaking their hands and speaking in her cute Latin/English accent. Unfortunately, Annabella saw it as a deliberate slight

She pressed her ear to the hidden panel as Marcella’s voice slithered through the crack: “Lock this wing. Replace the books with crystal sculptures. And burn that Shakespeare volume—it reeks of failure.” This was were Amara always crept in after midnight, flashlight beam trembling. The shelves were already half-empty, gaps like missing teeth. Mama’s desk was stripped bare except for the wedged Peter Rabbit. The floor was scattered with torn pages—her translations of Machiavelli, her notes on The Inferno. She gathered the fragments, stuffing them into her cotton dress. Kneeling in the dust, she pressed her scarred wrist to the oak desk, leaving her own mark in the wood grain.

Each step revealed more mysteries, more tests of courage and loyalty. They faced riddles that tested their intelligence, illusions that challenged their perception, and traps that threatened their lives. But with each trial, Amelia's resolve grew stronger, her belief in the possibility of unity unwavering. Finally, they arrived at the deepest chamber of the Veritas Reliquary—a magical pool shimmering with ethereal light. Resting at the center of the pool was a solitary crystal, pulsating with raw energy—a fragment of the darkness that plagued the Magus. Amelia approached the crystal, her hand hovering above its mesmerizing surface. She could feel the ancient magic coursing through her veins,

It was all easy for her, since she had once lived this kind of life. She tried turning but she felt a slight pain just at her lower abdomen. She tried turning a bit but her bump wouldn’t allow her. (I guess you’re shocked, don’t be) 5 months ago After Amira left the palace, she managed to find her way back to her land, she could not recognize the land, but the moment she saw the statute of her mother, she was convinced she was at the right place, but on getting there she realized that nothing was left. The whole place was deserted , no single soul was left. The houses where burnt down and there was absolutely no shelter for her to take refuge in.

Amara begged as her tears fell down her cheeks. The warriors only laughed at her plea. She then hugged her father, trying to protect him at all cost. “Argus, you've been an amazing servant. The Alpha trusted you more than anyone in Omega. How dare you do this to him?” “I didn't! I told you, it wasn't me!” “It wasn't him, believe us, sir! Please try to investigate further! There might be a mistake—” Amara wasn't able to finish her words when Isaac, the other warrior, attacked her.

Since I was holding the gun in my hand, I quickly shot the creature in it’s head, making it to fall limply on the floor, right beside my petite figure. I have to hurry and get out of here. I thought to myself as I tried to calm my breathing and stood on my slightly shaking legs. Freedom is near. I smirked as I looked at the staircase that would lead upstairs and then further up would lead outside. Survivors, here I come. *** So lovely people! What do you think? Will Amelia be able to escape? Just remember that not everything that happens is according to our wills and planning. ( ´ ▽ ` )ﾉ Love, Krystal GoodNovel

Teresa replied with a nod. " What exactly is it?" Amaria inquired again. "A person who practises a higher level of plaque magic, which is a dark arts, could contaminate it; however, this can only happen if the farmers do not detect the contamination early on. The plaque will spread and completely take over until the entire land or town is contaminated, and if no precautions are taken, the entire continent will be affected, and then the entire world "Teresa elaborated. 'Plague magic, huh? Is that what that guy used to destroy my home?' Dove wondered as she lay on the mattress, recalling those painful memories.

I shared. Abigail nodded, and we headed to the table at the head of the room, joining Hellebore, Lazarus, and Rook. “How are you this morning, dear?” Hellebore asked Amaya. “I’m good. How are you?” Amaya returned. I can only hope that Amaya would not fall for her façade, this woman was not to be trusted. “My night was uneventful. Life around here can be rather boring.” She yawned.