B.W.P.

What is love to an immortal? Long stretches of life can be lonely, love can be forgotten, and you always outlive everyone you meet—So what’s the point? Sometimes all you want to do is give up—But that’s difficult when you can’t die. 

Her hand is warm. Her fingers interlace with mine. A squeeze. Our eyes melt into each other. This is more than both of us are capable of understanding. The curse that trapped us in this realm doesn’t seem so bad. From this point, I never want a day without Mary by my side. We saved each other in more ways than one. From despair, love is born. 
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On Belzaar, wishes become curses. Mary will face tough decisions, blood-thirsty vampires, bitter ghosts, and the witches who cursed the dead island. But Mary’s toughest battle might be confronting an emotion she swore died centuries ago, love.
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The Cursed ONes

Hanson reels back, holding his neck after he removes the twig from his throat. Blood flows between his fingers. Anger paints itself across his face, and his eyes penetrate me. But I have nowhere to run. I was only able to free one arm and the chains are impossible to break or loosen further.


“You idiot, have you learned nothing?”


Hanson removes his hand from his neck, there is no wound, only blood staining the area.


“You can’t kill me—What part of that do you not understand?”


“I understand plenty, but you still feel pain, and I want to cause as much of it as I can.”


And before I know it, a hand slaps itself across my face.


“You have nerve, girl. That’s more than I can say for Christopher and Adam.”


Hanson steps to the side and picks up his shadow helmet with the red plume.


“You’ll soon feel their nerve, creep.”


“And you’ll soon be dead, witch.”


Chapter 47: Forgive to Live