Fate does not knock. It simply lets itself inMy name became yet another tragedy whispered by the wind. By the time mercy arrived, grief had long since learned my name. Even the greatest of heroes must one day yield, for some burdens are too great to bear. The old stories speak only of glory, never of the grief that follows it. They remember the victors, yet it is the forgotten, the broken, and the abandoned whose names are carried furthest by the wind. Beyond the temple walls, hidden beneath a veil of fog, stood a fierce goddess-a child of Hekate. Her skin was pale as moonlight, her hair as black as the endless night. Upon her brow rested a silver crown of laurels, studded with deep violet jewels. Sacred to Apollo, the laurels gleamed softly, their beauty a cruel contrast to the silence that surrounded her. Thid is not the tale I speak , the tale I speak of is about 5 teens - 5 teens who are phropicised by the Oracle of Delphi herself to stop evil . Hope is a fragile thing , most have abandoned or forgotten the Oracle because of what she speaks but some believers still remain Some stories deserved to be forgotten some tales become ancient and aged but theirs refused

Book One of The Kercheville Series Imagine spending your entire life on the run and not knowing why. Just to end up on an island where everyone is afraid of you, and you don't know why. A Lord buries his pain to keep you close. A Prince sacrifices his morality to make you leave. My name is Nihan Cansu. Around here, they call me Cursed. I need to find out why.

They were never supposed to fall in love. It started with two strangers who became enemies, two hearts that couldn't stand to be in the same room. But somewhere between the arguments, the stolen glances and the moments they refused to admit mattered, hatred slowly turned into friendship-and friendship became something far more dangerous. Love. But love was never enough to keep them together. They became strangers again. Then enemies. And just when they thought they had finally buried the past, fate brought them back to each other. Because some love stories are not meant to be simple. Some people meet, lose each other, and find their way back again and again. And some loves... are destined to hurt before they heal.