He's the 𝐜𝐮𝐫𝐬𝐞𝐝 knight.
She's the 𝐀𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐥.
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BOOK 1 | CELESTIAL FLAMES SAGA
⚜️ PLOT ⚜️
Tormented by his curse, 𝐑𝐀𝐎𝐑, a Changeling raised among the Unseelie Fairies, hunts Demons. The world he lives in, Draiganteor, is populated by al...
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A PULSATION IN my cheekbone is making my head feel inflamed. I dare to stretch my jaw and see stars. An unpleasant jolt radiates so much that I feel the pain deep in my gums, on the left side of my face. Both this and a distant warmth, the only pleasant note among the sensations I'm experiencing, awaken me, and I'm greeted by a bonfire lit in the serene, starry night.
I mutter a bothered sound, and have the presence of mind to move very slowly. My arms are heavy and numb, they seem paralyzed; my impression isn't far off, as the belt of a strap binds my wrists tightly, causing my muscles to fall asleep. So, I've been in this state for quite a while. My face sinks into the grass, my body curled up; my ankles suffered the same fate as my wrists. They are bound, making it difficult to move. I turn and shift my weight onto my back, lying supine.
"Guys, she's awake," says a lively female voice from the bustling bonfire, which warms me from the chilly night.
In the distance, there are the soft curves of the hills, and from my perspective, I can distinguish a windmill. Then, small lights of houses and farms that are miles and miles away from me, nothing more than dots on the horizon. The young woman who spoke has moved away from the bonfire in the meantime, and my vision gradually decodes the faces presented to me. They are gathered around the fire to warm themselves.
