Hey Readers! You're probably wondering where chapter 6 is. First off the bat, I'm sorry. I will not be continuing this story any longer. Might come as a bit of a shock but I've decided that it's for the best. Now I can see the steam coming from your ears so I'll explain myself. I've simply lost my passion for writing stories. I clearly underestimated the amount of time, energy and dedication it takes to write them. The only reason I even wrote chapter 3,4 and 5 was for you guys. I just didn't know why I was so bored with my story. Now I understand. There wasn't anything wrong with the story.....I simply lost my will for writing. Once again I am really sorry. I hope you understand. Sorry for rambling.
I wrote a small bit of chapter 6 so I'll post it here but that's it for Daughter of a Nephilim. Hope you liked what I wrote!
"Writing a novel is like driving a car at night. You can only see as far as your headlights, but you can make the whole trip that way"
- E.L.Doctorow
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"My queen!" a voice wheezed, a ruffled guard tumbling out of the door. All eyes shifted from me to him. "The attackers have reached the lower town. At this rate, they will..." he trailed off before promptly collapsing.
Cue the queen yelling orders at all her guards. Cue the chancellor screaming (seriously, the guy screams higher than those girly girls in horror movies) before taking off somewhere. Cue me standing, looking confused.
"Keep up" a voice snarled, grabbing my hand and rushing me out the wooden doors. When I realised it was Denzel, I had half a mind to yank my hand back but I didn't. Number one, his hand was warm against my frozen fingers......not that I cared. Number two, I didn't know my way around the palace and if I was meant to help him, well I probably shouldn't yank my hand back and look like a bitch.
Feet pounding against the marble floors, we bolted past several corridors and rooms before arriving at the drawbridge. Faintly, in the distance, I could make out a haze of smoke drifting upwards. "The lower town is in flames, at this rate, they'll reach here before sundown." Denzel snarled, eyes glowing.
"We have to stop them before any more damage is caused." I replied, a steely look taking over my face. I may have been here for like 10 mins but I already feel like I belong here. A special connection has bloomed between Midutria and me.
Denzel agreed with a slight bob of his head and turned around to face the two door guards. He made some strange gestures, which the guards seem to have understood as they lined up behind each other and started to perform some chants with hand movements.
I know it sounds weird and abnormal but these guys could pass for real magicians.
That's it. Hope you liked it. It's not a goodbye, more of a see you later!
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Daughter of a Nephilim (DISCONTINUED)
Fantasy"I felt like I was being watched. No, that's stupid. I knew I was being watched. I had felt a presence observing me my whole life, however, today it felt stronger. Stronger as in it wasn't being as subtle as it usually was. " My name is Aliya Mende...
