When The Sun Goes Black -Gerard Way / Killjoy Fanfic

When The Sun Goes Black -Gerard Way / Killjoy Fanfic

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Book 4 of the Killjoy Series Ivy Greyson. The life within death, the tragedy within the smoke. She lives with the weight of her sorrow. The life she was onced fulfilled, now ash blinding the reality within itself. It's all a dream. It couldn't possibly be this horrific. The dream she wishes she's dreaming, becomes all too real, once the ash finally settles, and the fiery sunsets cascade over the burned remains of her once innocently envisioned past. Of what she can remember...
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He burned her with his lies. She'll drown him in every life he lives. In 1692, Ivy Blackwood was a witch-young, gifted, and in love with the boy who would seal her fate. Aiden Mercer swore he'd protect her. Instead, he pointed the finger that led her to the gallows. As the rope coiled around her throat and the villagers spat prayers, Ivy whispered a spell soaked in blood and grief: "I bind your soul to mine. In every life you breathe, I will find you. I will make you remember. And I will make you pay." Now, in the sleek halls of Hawthorne High, Ivy walks again reborn in a modern world but carrying centuries of rage beneath her skin. Aiden lives too, untouched by memory, charmed by his perfect life... until Ivy arrives. And with her, the crows return. The dreams start. The shadows stretch longer. She doesn't want his heart. She wants his fear. She wants him to fall in love again so she can rip it from him, slowly. But ancient magic is never clean. And in the space between revenge and desire, old wounds open wide. Because some curses are written in bone. And some love stories were meant to end in fire.

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