The Warkaric

The Warkaric

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Serilda's last year of High School, is not what she expected from the years of binge-watching cheesy movies portrayed the experience to be. Sure, there's the occasional drama queens that gossip on what party they're dressing for next, but she never expected to wake up to a mystical wolf in her room possessing an unusual jewel. (Currently editing/updating the chapters, apologizes in advance!) This story was originally a comic! (I'm still working on the comic, but decided to put the story here) *May contain mild graphic scenes* *TW (Trigger Warnings!)* Cover Design/ Story is mine :) (I used Desyner for the cover) All Rights Reserved.
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How do you destroy the biggest part of you? How do you ignore the call of something so beautiful yet so deadly? How do you resist the darkness that's been living, growing and thriving in you even before you were born? How do you turn down the only chance to get all the answers you desire, even if it leads you down a path of chaos, horror, and madness? A path others have fought for you not to tread. But why fight at all? Why fight a fire that only burns brighter? "Listen, you can choose not to believe this. But I've been where you are, I've felt what you feel." I opened my mouth to snap back, but he continued, his voice more broken that I'd ever heard it. "Don't ask me how I know - all I know is I don't want to hurt you. I don't want a throne. I just... I just want you to be okay. I can't... I can't lose you too." His eyes held sincerity that should've filled me with guilt. Pain that should've made me reach for him. Something more that should've made my heart ache. But none affected me. Not anymore. I smiled, my voice barely above a whisper. "What makes you think I care about you losing me... when I don't even care if I lose myself?" The others may be trying to douse the fire, but I'd rather let it burn. Burn until it consumed us all.

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