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World of Nightmares

World of Nightmares

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WpMetadataNoticeLast published Sat, Jun 15, 2019
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Fantasy
Orphaned at a young age, Lucida Celeste strives to finish her studies in the prestigious Arcanum Academy where the elite spellcasters, Magi and Spellblades, are trained as early as the age of twelve to combat Nightmares―the scourge of mankind, monsters born from the darkness of the world. She hopes that one day; she would be strong enough to take her revenge against the Nightmare that slaughtered her family. But there are a couple of snags in her plan: one, she's been failing her classes; two, she still doesn't have―or rather, fails to acquire―a contracted familiar which is a primary requirement for any Magus. Still, she works hard to become a full-fledged Magus despite the odds stacked against her, but she's rapidly losing faith. All that changes when she meets the academy's wild card: Siegfried von Durand.
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"What the hell?" I took a step closer to the mirror, staring at my reflection in disbelief. The person looking back was still me, but at the same time it wasn't. I had the same thick, dark, curly hair. The same hazel eyes. The same olive skin with a light dusting of freckles (ugh) scattered across the bridge of my nose. But my curls were now streaked with highlights. And not the subtle, golden-brown ones that sometimes appeared during the summer. No, these were an aggressive, dazzling blond that went from the roots of my hair all the way to the tips. It looked like I had spent a full day getting my hair done in some upscale salon. Never mind that I had never set foot in such a place since the day I was born. My eyes appeared somehow wider and more luminous. The colour brighter, my eyelashes darker up against them. And, when I looked closely, my pupils seemed to be slitted almost like a cat. I looked down at my body. My skinny arms-which had always refused to gain any definition no matter how hard I exercised-were lined with flat, wiry muscles. My bony shoulders were now curved and smooth. My scrawny legs were toned like a dancer. I reached down and lifted my shirt, revealing two subtle lines running vertically down my perfectly flat stomach, hinting at the rock-hard abs underneath. My whole body was rippling with strength. Like liquid steel.

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