RoseOfBlues

All Celestine ever wanted was to be someone powerful so that she won't be looked down upon. That was what she wished on a blissful night. And that very wish made her life go downhill years later ever since she came across a sacred pendant.

When an invitation lands on her lap to the most prestigious university of Adrian, nothing could stop her from going there. That is until her life gets entwined with two men, the cruellest foes of each other which she wishes to escape from. But the universe paints a different picture.

On a dreary day, she falls to her near-death and finds herself in the ancient land of Vitalis. With an unintentionally committed crime to her name, she must face the justice of the place where mercy is invaluable and death is inevitable and of little value.

And so her trial begins at the mercy of the tainted hands of the Masked Tyrant.
Alastair Arden Waldorf. Ruthless, cold-blooded and faceless.

When things turn for the worse, will she be able to return to her land and not be involved in a terrifying history? Will she save, kill or escape from the tyrant to the other two men when he shall come for her? Shall love prevail between the two or will they stick to their time to avoid an inevitable curse?

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WARNING: Mature Content (18+)

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Caught Between Two Worlds

My short prayer came to an end in a few minutes. I opened my eyes and uncovered my face, and found him, from the corner of my eyes, to be standing a few metres behind me with hands crossed on his front with his head forward, like mine, instead of bowed.

A patch of heat on my skin made me take out my pendant, which had peeked out, in my cupped hands. It glowed a bright green before it vanished. It made me question whether it was signalling some danger or something that I had accomplished or reminding me of the religious leader's words.

I turned around to face him as he pulled over his hood and started to walk away. I followed him suit, putting the hood over my head and tailing right behind him, when he said, "Let's get out of here."

~ 88: The Funeral - Part 5 ~