Tale Of Three Cities Novels & Stories

Yet another fantasy Prologue Legora, the largest capital city in the world. Once one of nine, now there are four. We had lost five cities in the great calamity. Creatures from god knows where poured in from a tear in the earth. A dimensional tear in space and time the men of science called it, but really who the fuck knows? All I know is they were bigger, stronger, looked nothing like us and they outnumbered us hundred to one.

Even as we left, the smug smile on Joey's face was stuck in my mind. I knew that she was convinced she would live in endless wealth and prestige like I did in my last life, and she would be right. The vampire's castle had more diamonds in there than salt, sparkling with such blinding radiance that I was losing sleep. However, all of that came at a price—my life.

she says quietly. "Thank you." "How old?" "Almost three." Pride slips into my voice before I can stop it. She nods. "First time to the city?" "Yes." "Big change." "Yes," I repeat softly. I do not say more. I do not tell her about the missing husband, the broken bond, or the life we left behind. Some things are too heavy for strangers. The landscape changes again. Mountains fade, forests thin, and buildings rise, first small, then bigger, then huge. The city appears on the horizon like something unreal: tall buildings of glass and steel, endless and cold. My stomach drops. This is it.

On our wedding night, my wife, who almost never drank, got wasted because she was supposedly too happy. Just when I didn't know what to do, my best friend sent me a long message explaining how to take care of her. I blushed, but I still followed his instructions and soothed her the way he described. Natalie, who had been making a scene, miraculously quieted down. But just as I was about to call my friend and thank him, Natalie suddenly hugged me from behind. Heartbroken, she whispered, "Ashton Hawke, you're the one I wanted to marry." As she said it, the tattoo near her heart slipped into view: a hawk with its wings spread wide. My mind went blank. Ashton Hawke was my best friend of

Watch your back. I looked over the edge. Rome. My city. Built on blood. Held together by it. Rule 4: Ghosts wear better suits. But they’re still ghosts. And ghosts don’t get happy endings. They get second chances. I’m going to mine

Inez commented, smiling. Their story might not be the same but it is far similar. They have something in common, that even a blind or deaf person could point it out. “Inez, your case is different here. You are tangled with three different people and the more you realize that life is bound to end up that way for you, the better.” The old woman reminded.

The face was all scratched up, and anything on her body that could prove her identity was taken away, so we suspect it's an intentional murder. Hearing that the body was salvaged from Salakole, Winston paused for a moment, then he put on his sterile gloves with a poker face. I floated in mid-air, staring at the man in front of me. Three years... It had been three years since I died. After I died, my soul was trapped in Salakole, suffering in the fierce wind and freezing weather all day. Until someone found me, they brought me back. But I didn't expect that Winston was the person who would personally dissect me.

I just hope she is being as careful as I am. I check my surroundings and take a minute to listen. I hear nothing other than the hustle and bustle of the city. I lift my nose in the air and take a breath. There are so many scents, being around these humans, but the one thing I don’t smell is wolves. I zip up my hoodie, pull the hood lower on my head, and walk across the street. ~Aida~

Shut up, Zain," she told him. While still looking very confused at them, I grabbed my baby so tightly to my chest that I felt a bit paranoid. I needed no wise dude to tell me they are from the hilly city. Mountain Hilly City is a city populated by wolves that fall pregnant with a wolf that is not their mate. I have known about them since I was six years old, and my father would always tell me about them. The city is approximately 300 miles away from our city. "You know you don't have to waste your time asking for help from them; apart from the assigned official roles, they give a damn about you."