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The Cursed Ring [WORK IN PROGRESS!]

Leituras 6
Votos 0
Capítulos 1
Tempo <5 mins

Leituras 6
Votos 0
Capítulos 1
Tempo <5 mins

cursed death mystery rings torture

You put it on, it tortures you into madness, you beg for death. Then it kills you.

Handed down for centuries, no one would suspect the pentagon shaped ring with its bright pink garnets and opal to be the killer of hundreds of people. 

Nadia is a quiet teenage girl with a seemingly ordinary life. One day she stumbles on a secret diary belonging to a detective who tried to break the curse of the Pentagona Ring, but was killed in the process. Passing it off as a fake, the police don't link this diary to the sudden, unusual deaths occurring in the nearby villages. But when one of Nadia's best friends is killed suddenly she realises she's facing something far more sinister. When she discovers that she was wearing the ring Nadia is determined to solve the mystery. Over the next few days Nadia feels the curse in the ring trying to lure her and she knows she has to destroy it. But will she have the strength to do it?

NOTE: Cover photo is mine
This story is inspired by a ring I actually own (pictured), which I bought as a little girl in a second hand market. It was very captivating to me and I always wondered where it had come from. I used to get nightmares and fantastical dreams about it so I thought I would finally write a story about it.Todos os Direitos Reservados

cursed death mystery rings torture

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Prologue (Many centuries ago)
sáb, fev 9, 2019

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Prologue (Many centuries ago)
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In the Heart of the City

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