||This book is currently undergoing major editing. The new version may have a lot of alterations but you can go on reading. It has not been changed yet. || Beware of the winged, they are evil. All filled with the darkness, the worst of all evils. They strive to destroy. Thrive on power. They will show no mercy, destroy till there is no life. No life. Only darkness. They are the darkness. But there is hope. If and only if one separates from the darkness, fights it's hold and eventually succeeds will life be spared and the darkness be tamed. But there will always be power and where there is power, darkness will always be brimming below the surface. Aria, a dark fae with a peculiar twist is captured by Dilan, the soon to be king of Axen. The claim she will be the saviour of Axen. With the increasing powers of the darkness and the fate of Axen on her head she has to make decisions and prepare to fight it, and fast. What happens when she finds out that the darkness is closer to her than she expected? Please don't copy my work. Thanks♡ ©

I gasped as my back hit the wall,his hands on both sides of me. "What did you say,pretty?",he whispered,making me shiver slightly with my brain going into overdrive. "I said I hate you", I replied,each word laced with venom.... He chuckled lightly and moved closer. Did I want him to or didn't I? "Hatred is rather a strong word,pretty. I'd rather you don't use it with me". _________________ Igbayilola Goke has to learn to rise and walk again no matter what life throws at her. After a tragedy leaves her and her family in emotional despair,how does she cope with starting over? What lessons does she gather from her reactions to everything that seems to happen in the twinkle of an eye? ______________ ______________ This story is unedited. I will try to limit typographical errors but I am not perfect. I will edit upon completion. Thanks ❤

Tears are a sacred link between the heart and soul. They are not the omen of weakness, but a sign of power. They speak more eloquently than thousands of tongues and speak in lengths, no other language can reach. They speak beyond the true boundaries of love and hate, for, these two are such strong words that they can melt hearts but at the same time, can initiate storms and hurricanes of destruction. ~.~.~.~ Her tears narrated stories, her lips were afraid to speak of. She begged for justice and she begged for freedom from the pain she was enduring. But lamentably, life failed at giving her all that. Could only death grant her all that she begged for? Cover by @tentimileyin 2018 Copyright © all legal rights belong to @oluwatimileyin11™ This material may not published, rewritten, copied and translated without my consent. ||81 in generalfiction||-2nd of August, 2018.

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