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On Freedis Island, being chosen by the goddess is every woman’s dream, a chance to leave and fulfill a divine purpose. Nicole Scarlett has spent years yearning for that honor, just like her mother before her.

But when she is finally chosen, she learns the truth. The women don’t leave. They are sacrificed, fed to a monstrous creature while the men watch in silence.

Left for dead, Nicole awakens a power she never knew she had. Now, she’s out for revenge. The men of Freedis built this world on the blood of women. She will burn it to the ground.

#magic #supernatural #nonhumans

Blood of the Chosen

"What did you do?" The village chief's agitating voice brought me back to reality, he pounded on the ice. "Do me. Give me back my memories too."

Huh? What was he talking about?

"I…. I remember." One of the villagers said, his eyes widened. "I remember."

Remember? What did he remember?

"Remember what, dear?" A woman next to him asked.

"Do you not remember?" He asked her and she shook her head.

Now it was my turn to be confused. Did I give them back their memories? How did I do it? How could I do it?

"Thank you." He turned to me, his eyes genuine and gentle. "Thanks to you, we remember."

Then the men's voices erupted, all agreeing that they had remembered.

The women in their midsts looked as confused as I did.

Mission