상처녀 Novels & Stories

Redmoor Academy – Corridor Outside Basic Magicks The words still echoed in her skull. Vel’thra nex umbraa. Her hand clenched tighter on the strap of her satchel. She turned the corner too fast—straight into someone. The collision knocked the breath from her lungs. She went sprawling, satchel skidding across the stone, the crack of bone against tile leaving her ribs aching. The humiliation burned hotter than the pain. “Gods—” she hissed, scrambling up before anyone could laugh.

I could hear my own breathing. Slowly, the beast lowered its massive head. Then it nudged my hand gently. Like a loyal animal greeting someone it trusted. Without thinking, I raised my hand. Kael's voice came at once. "Ariana, don't." But it was too late. My fingers touched its fur. It was softer than I expected. The moment I touched it... A sharp pain shot through my head. I stumbled backwards. Pictures flashed before my eyes. A woman wearing a silver crown.

I have so many unanswered questions about this mysterious assassin. I spent the next week preparing for the formal event while also gathering what I could about assassins that were known. None of the information told me anything. I got a few well-known female assassin names. The number one was Phantom Reaper, second was Blade of Bracken (named after this city, Bracken’s Rock), and third was simply Death. Not very original, that one. By evening, it’s time for me to attend this despicable gala to network and attempt to secure funding for my next research project. I dress sharply in a black tuxedo, my white dress shirt is crisp, and I wear a neatly knotted black tie. My hair is usually always a

Aiko threw the shirt which landed on Kalli’s side. Annoyed, Kalli took the shirt. “Sorry, can you get the white instead?” “Okay.” Aiko opened the bag with her other hand and alternately clicked on phone and checked the bag. Aiko was ambushed and was killed on the spot. “Arrrrrggggghhh.” “Aiko, can you fill the glass for me?” Aiko stared at the pitcher on his side table. Kalli can still move even with the IV attached to him. How come he keeps on bugging her?

She counted the days she misses from the deep slumber of her imprisonment to the void, as she sees and reads the scenes that some knew, yet the others are blinded from. “The twelve holders, the Shrine Maiden. Two are taken in hiding where one is held in a prison, while the other is sleeping dead. To the upcoming prince, yet a shard of the very shard of the original, one holder is a traitor as the other one is on the brim of her once sin.” Chanting, yet more like a warning. She rests her chin on top of her hands as she smiles and taunted. “Now, now, now, just what lies beyond the cursed book?”

she explained, looking at the wound on Marion's bandaged hand. Marion immediately opened the bandage because she felt something strange with the wound that Selena was referring to. How surprised they were both because there was no wound on Marion's wrist. There's not even a trace of it at all. “I think you are indeed the reincarnation of the witch Marion Zeona. Because as soon as the creature was about to attack you, it suddenly stopped, then ran away.”

She pointed to Hera’s left. As though permitted to show curiosity, Hera turned a little and found herself looking down at the pitiable way Shaine had become. She was seated on a throne-like armchair with her wrists bound to a chain on the arm, blood gushing as it wrapped firmly as though wanting nothing more than to crush it to pieces. The corner of her lips was swollen, and her face was almost unrecognizable over the blood covering her face. She had her head limply leaning to her shoulder, her saliva drooling with her blood and her eyes drooping. The moment Hera arrived in the League’s chamber, her greetings were Shaine’s scream as Sheels punched every part of her that she could reach. She

What was even unbelievable was the fact that the high and mighty Young Master Burton, whom everyone feared, was actually squatting down in front of her… A deep sense of uneasiness began swirling in her heart… Zayne, who came out after hearing Zivon’s voice, was shocked when he saw this scene. “Young…Young Master, the person who is injured is Sister-in-law. Sister-in-law is here…” As he spoke, Zayne pulled the curtain open. Jenna, who was still unconscious, was lying on the examination bed. Zivon’s eyes deepened, and he lowered his gaze to look at Xavia’s wound. It was just a little scratch. The expression on Zivon’s handsome face quickly changed.

I raised a fist in the air to silence the room. "Look closely at who you're aiming the knife at." The lady scratched her cheeks because of uneasiness as all eyes were laid on her. The tensed slowly crowd calmed down as they realized the person they are looking at. "...Who are you? I never knew a person like you existed." The lady was taken aback by Diego's remark. Her reaction was immediately replaced with a regretful smile as she replied, "Of course you wouldn't. I am the abandoned child of the emperor after all. Victoria Nightingale Teravania, daughter of Empress Catherine."