Witch's Tomb ✔️

Witch's Tomb ✔️

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WpMetadataReadContenido adultoConcluida mar, ene 15, 20192h 22m
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Chosen Chronicles; Book One. ??? • • • • • • • • • The Anima Luna is coming fast, and for a certain witch, her soon-to-be chosen mates are on their way to claim what's theirs. Can the Chosen be allowed to choose, or is she damned to a life of the Wicken? Only the tomb of the witch knows... • • • • • • • • • "My tattoo?" I say abruptly. Scrunching my eyebrows, I turn to Theros. He saw the tattoo first, and seemed to recognize the meaning. "What does my birthmark have to do with us?" My hands gesture from me to them, confused out of my mind. Thesis suddenly leans forwards, his hand snatching my neck right where the mark lingered. "Ya 'ave the mark of the woof right un yur juggular." Theros mentions as Thesis' thumb traces over the embedded ink. My attention wavers to Theros. "An' ta symbol is ta mark of triads en er world," Thesis smiles, brushing a few strands of hair from the birthmark. I watch his eyes soften when he distinguishes the rest of the tattoo. Theros' hands engulfs mine, "Which means ya belong ta us, both." × 17+ × Mature Content × Completed
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I woke up in a room I didn't recognize, my fingers tracing the rough fabric of a bedspread that wasn't mine. The air was thick with something unfamiliar, and every small difference in the space set off alarm bells in my head. My heart raced as I scrambled for the door-locked. Panic clawed at my chest. Then he appeared in the doorway, his smile crooked, his eyes dark with intent. He spoke no words, but his presence alone screamed danger. Every exit was sealed. Every attempt to call for help met with eerie dismissals from voices that seemed in on the nightmare. And as he handed me a letter-a love note scrawled in childish handwriting-I realized this wasn't just a kidnapping. It was something far worse. I don't know who he is. I don't know what he wants. But I do know one thing: I need to escape before it's too late.

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