angel_writes00

A story about a place that neither exists in maps or history books, this place was called Athame.

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"The root of every fear is the unknown, yet how can one fear what they cannot grasp? Tch... how misleading." His voice, deep and rough, sent an involuntary shiver through her as he closed the distance between them with deliberate steps, his presence suffocating in its intensity.

With a slow, predatory grace, his fingers brushed along her jaw, settling on a strand of her scarlet hair, his touch deceptively tender. "Knowing me will matter little," he whispered darkly, his breath warm against her skin. "For even in the shadows of uncertainty, you will come to fear... and desire me all the same."

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Aricia, born with extraordinary abilities in a world that fears anything out of the ordinary, was destined for a marriage alliance to secure peace between kingdoms. 

But on the day of her engagement, her entire family is slaughtered—by the very family she was meant to marry into. 

Grief-stricken and consumed by vengeance, Aricia swore to destroy those who betrayed her. She would wield the very power they had feared against them, seeking justice with no mercy. After years on the run, she found shelter within an elemental clan, hiding her abilities and keeping to the shadows.

But her carefully constructed peace shattered in a single moment. A burning touch, a chance encounter with his haunting gray eyes—an unknown force within her stirred, threatening to unravel her carefully guarded secrets and the fragile balance of magic, madness, and vengeance she had built....

Vengeance Through Passion

“All descendants of royal clans in the forbidden Spirit Clan, isn’t that scandalous… Well, except the maid,” Lady Livia stated with a sharp tongue, her violet eyes glinting beneath lashes like polished steel. She stood tall in her azure robes, her tone as poised as her upright posture, though her words laced with quiet provocation. 


Aricia’s expression shifted, her jaw tightening ever so slightly. She didn’t speak, but the silence itself was a blade. 


“One mistake,” Lady Gara added with a soft chuckle, her fingers already weaving glyphs through the humid air like delicate lace, “and we might end our entire bloodline.” 


The air around her shimmered as the symbols glowed faintly—an elegant symphony of light and power. 


'This woman is already getting too comfortable with her thoughts,' Aricia thought coldly, her gaze narrowing on Livia. 'I’ll make sure to kill her second. The first spot’s already taken.' 


Chapter 79| De..Ja..