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 got him to pass me more tissues to stop the profuse bleeding that had no likes to stop until he was drained of blood. I looked at Lucas' eye, remembering his thirst for blood and musing on how he was holding himself back so well.

'Is this man a haemophiliac?' I asked in my head as I tried to search my bag for the ointment I kept in there to stop the bleeding. I didn't have any cure to any infections that would arise or any healing agent that would solve the two problems at once: the healing of his wound and the memory of him having received it from his very foe.

'So concerned,' he said through the open shields which I had not bothered to close until I had calmed down my nerves. 'As though I would ever drink someone's filthy blood which has more dirt in it than the sins I might have committed in my entire life.'

~ 169: Another Unprecedented Attack - Part 3 ~