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la belle dame sans merci | carlisle cullen by Hauteur
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. ୨⎯ She found me roots of relish sweet, And honey wild, and manna-dew, And sure in language strange she said- 'I love thee true'. ⎯୧ Magic exists in every corner of the world, a long lost art which outlasts persecution. It doesn't exist in any single form or person, too large to be contained by one. By the twentieth century, it seems to be only a myth. Minerva Amata doesn't take much pride in being mythical. A sentencing, a blight, a curse which brings nothing but trouble. For that reason, she takes on her existence utterly alone. Lonely beyond reason with a secret which belongs only to her. Only to her until a magnetic doctor saves her secret from being revealed, wrapping himself all too willingly into the mess she calls her life and turning all her convictions on their head. ୨⎯ And this is why I sojourn here, Alone and palely loitering, Though the sedge is withered from the lake, And no birds sing. ⎯୧ -pre-twilight - god knows when- ~formerly titled BURN!~ #3 in the twilight tag!! (30/11/22) #6 in the CarlisleCullen tag (02/25) #60 in the witch tag (02/25) #1 in the Carlisle tag (03/25)
A GENTLEMAN'S GUIDE TO MURDER by wraithed
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virtues are for fools, darling.
CROWN OF GLASS  ✔ by rubyruins
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❛WHAT HAPPENS WHEN YOU MAKE THE TEN MOST POWERFUL GODS ALIVE PLAY A GAME OF MUSICAL CHAIRS WITH ONE SEAT?❜ They fight - to the death. They fight over three crowns and a throne with steel spiked maces. They despair a little more everyday keeping their vows. They wander in hospitals to find a cure for their torn hearts. They haunt castles and secret passages. They betray the ones they love the most. They are dying women and miserable men. They make peace with their enemies, not friends. Girls of rivers with hair like the night dance down the moon stairs. Goddesses of flame hold out hands which crumble and burn. This story sings of three rings. Of forgotten maps. Of a queen who should not be alive after all she has suffered. But most importantly, it sings of three gilded crowns studded with the jewels of the heavens. Crowns of glass. ➳ Shortlisted for the Wattys 2018. ➳ Now a featured Wattpad story. ➳ Winner of over fifteen prestigious awards. ➳ Highest rank: #2 in Fantasy. ❛NO ONE TOLD ME THAT BEING A QUEEN WOULD MEAN PAYING THE PRICE OF POWER WITH STEEL AND BLOOD, DARLING.❜ rubyruins | all rights reserved ©