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

I don't know what sense of time fate had, but it was definitely getting on my nerves. As this wasn't the first time it was happening, I highly doubted this to be a coincidence.

'Are my shields open?' I quizzed myself with a frown, finding them to not have been opened or barged into at all. 'Then how is this possible? Tell me this is some weird dream.'

Alas, it wasn't. He was walking right towards me as we approached the dining hall from the kitchen. As I hadn't seen him in the morning, I didn't see how dashing he suddenly appeared to me.

He was in a long black coat in the exact shade of his aura. His white shirt and shiny hair seemed to stand out as he slid his hand through his dishevelled hair to push it back. His devilish face stood out more than usual, possibly because of the little light that came from the thundering skies. It was only when I got any closer that I noticed the water droplets glistening on his hair.

~ 116: Humouring, Healing and then Breaking - Part 1 ~