Her scream echoed off the black, moldy walls. A scream full of heartache and shock. Warm tears ran down her red cheeks, Alex was alone. Her wrists were bleeding from the rusted chains that held them; she watched as her only friend's decapitated head fell to the floor.
The dungeon was silent, as if it was watching her, waiting for her. His cold stare made her feel like she was choking, she gasped for air as if it was trying to get away. He murmured an apology under his breath, rising from his chair he exited from the dungeon. Alex could still feel the ghost from his ice blue eyes on her.
Another scream ripped from her throat, but this one was different, full of loathing and hate.
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Bird of Fire
FantasyAlex Hem has never been very nice to James Smith in fact, she hasn't been very nice for the past two years. In a plot for revenge James sends Alex to the realm of the unseen. Before intelligent minds could remember, war between vampires and werewolv...
