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"Is that really the story?" "I'm summarizing," Marcellus said. "And skipping parts. See, this is the part I find very interesting." "The Hova prince released the handmaiden from her collar, unleashing her full, dormant power. On the fields of Staran, all the Hova saw was a blinding white light that rained upon them with the wrath of a wronged people, charring them where they stood. It was her. The Lightning princess, also known as Fireheart."

She stated before correcting her statement, "Oops! Sorry. I forgot that basically, all of you lot died in the front yard." "Well, of course. Did you really think those traitors and murderers would've given you a book that praised the Flames in such way? They don't want you here or alive at that matter. I, on the other hand, want nothing more than to help you, but I can't." The lady sounded distraught, almost embarrassed that she couldn't do more. "Why?" Ruby questioned, knitting her eyebrows in confusion. She was thicker that usually as she answered the Hart girl, "Because that's your mission. Only your ignis can help you."

Next chapter, please. Daisy_D: What a lazy author. Three days and yet no updates. I'm dumping your book right away. Alice: A ten-inch dick? That is not possible, author. Can you be realistic and stop being stupid? The beautiful comments earned a small smile from me and, of course, there were negative comments too. But then, my other readers made sure to put them in their place, telling them to drop the book instead of being haters. I had written this forbidden erotica novel with the darkest fantasy of Tristan in mind. Aurora had been me... his step sister, while Damien had been Tristan, my stepbrother.

Tiny diamonds formed a ring of stars, cradling a silver crescent in the center. My breathing stopped. I had sketched that design when I was fifteen, in the corner of my old sketchbook. The day Ryan confessed to me, he had pointed at that drawing, his voice shaking. “Jane, one day when I have money, I’ll make this for you. “Stars always stay beside the moon. “Just like I’ll never break my promise to you.” Now he had finally made it. He just put it on someone else. On screen, Wendy touched the pendant at her collarbone and smiled shyly.

she said, voice shaking. “Oh, but I do,” he said softly. “The Moonfire doesn’t awaken in mortals. It’s a gift reserved for gods — or their vessels.” Nova’s vision blurred. The shadows swayed. She staggered, clutching at her chest as light burst behind her eyelids. The world tilted—and then vanished. She stood in a field of endless night. Above her hung no stars, no moon — only darkness thick as smoke. But out of it rose a soft glow, forming into a figure cloaked in silver and shadow. The air shimmered around her, humming with the power of a thousand storms.

I put the twist at the very end because I doubt Conner will read the whole outline. The last, is my version of Wuthering Heights, by Emily Bronte. The original version is a lot like my life. I was separated from Tim, my only childhood friend, and I have been bullied and abused ever since. In my new version, The Descent, I won't have a childhood friend, but an enemy, in Conner. It will end with me slaying my inner demons and Conner, too. I am pleased with my creativity on them all because they allow me some revenge against him, which I hopefully won't be punished for. The question is, which one will Conner choose. “Conner, I finished the outlines.”

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I knew that was a silly question because I had seen with my own eyes that it had changed form, but I just didn't expect it. "Titans are magical beasts who can shift into a semi-human form." Elijah suddenly promised me that I felt a little shame—no, a big shame. "Oh, I see," I responded shyly and kept quiet. Step back, I will now summon the relic. Faris said that's why we retreated. He just stood there in the middle of the lava, regardless of the heat. I noticed that he was suddenly surrounded by golden dust, just like the tree in my room. Wyst'ria, the benevolent land of the gods. The fireth within thee, raging and untamed. From the power within my soul, I hereby summon the relic of fireth.

The golden light of her mark wrapped around me like warm sunlight as her hands cupped my burned, bloodied face. “Lawrence… my love… you did it,” she whispered through tears of relief, pressing her forehead to mine. “I told you… no one touches the cradle…” I rasped, slipping an arm heavy with exhaustion around her waist, drawing her and my babies close. But the victory lasted no longer than a heartbeat. Beneath his fallen body, the light did not die. A crack of blinding white fire began spreading outward from the wound in his chest. His golden armor melted into slag as his corpse swelled—choked with compressed starfire that had been bound inside him since the dawn of time.

“I am going to be birthed again and I promise to make you pay for this Damon, I, Eliana will destroy you!” His thrilled laughter was the last thing I heard as the fire swallowed me. (AUTHOR’S NOTE: Hi, thank you for clicking to read this out of a thousand other books out there. This is my first time writing in the fantasy genre and I promise to make this worth your while so please do stick with me. Kindly vote and comment)