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Satan's Dance: Mastery In The Cards

XxDestiny_WritersxX

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XxDestiny_WritersxX

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"Stab, Twist, Kill."
I have been trained to do the words above without hesitation. What am I? I am an assassin. My stance in Dylatia has taught everything I know, from a simple, yet deadly kick, to more than a hundred ways to stab someone, and decimate them in seconds. I thought I knew everything, until HE appeared: "Darkfyre." Cold, sarcastic, and tough. The epitome of a quintessential assassin. His skills are impeccable, and his personality a mystery; no one would have suspected him of having a thrilling life, or at least I thought so until everything changed. They are now chasing us, hunting us down, and all we can do is run, and protect ourselves, while fighting to recover the freedom they dared wrench from us. We are few who are still loyal to each other, but to be realistic, no one can be trusted, not even our closest friends... not even Darkfyre.
The way out of this quandary, is still a uncertain, and I fear I'm actually encased inside an endless game where I'm meant to lose my sanity and eventually die, but for now, I'm not giving up, I'm not giving them what they want, and I'm going to fight my way out, even if it means perishing in the process. I am Lilith Grey, and this is just the beginning, of my story.All Rights Reserved

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Reborn by Darkest_Rose

Standing on the path, my life flashed before my eyes. The gun directed at me, went off. I could see the flash and the bullet coming straight for me, but I'm frozen to the spot I'm standing, unable to move or think clearly. It only registered with me that the bullet pierced my skin when my body impacted on the cold wet cement. Lying there I could hear my heartbeat slow as my blood flowed from my body. That's when I heard it, footsteps getting closer til a man face appeared in front of me. But my vision is too blurry to see him clearly. That' s when he spoke, "You will be reborn. I'm giving you a second chance.You are not my beloved so you will wake up a soulless killer with no remorse and a burning desire for blood. I can't give you a normal life but I'm giving you the chance for revenge. I can't tell you what to expect because I don't know myself. I have no idea why I'm changing you but something is telling me it is not you're time to die" I had no idea what he' s talking about, well not til I woke up. That night Ivy died and what was reborn is something dark and dangerous. He was right, I am a soulless monster. I have no remorse for the blood I shed. Not when it gets me closer to having my revenge.

Destined She Alpha by urvashikashyapm

"I Alpha Christian Brown , of Magic Woods Pack, in all my senses reject my mate Beta Oliver Evans of Magic Woods Pack. And I mark the wolf of betrayal and sentence to death." I see nothing, just darkness, it engulfed me took my ability to see anything. everything fucking hurts, every body part of mine hurts... arghh..... but I have to accept the rejection. "I Beta Oliver Evans of Magic Woods Pack, hereby accept Alpha Christian's Rejection." Rejection doesn't hurt much not even the sword with which he marked me a pack betrayer and sentenced me to death , it's his words that hurt ,it's his distrust that hurts it's his betrayal to his best friend that hurts the most. But it's ok, it will end soon. He has sentenced me to death but I don't fucking give him the right to kill me , yes with the mark of pack betrayer I won't survive longer it's too much, the rejection the mark on my whole back. Everything is too much I cannot take it. Hence I will take my own life." I am sorry, Akiva, I couldn't protect you. Will you accept to be my wolf in the next life?" I questioned my wolf. Although I won't question her if she refuses to be stuck in the body of someone as week as me. "Oliver, I and you are one, wherever you are I will be there with you whether this life or next. I promise that I will choose you again next life. And you are not weak,the one who has the guts to take own life is never week. Whatever decision you make. I am with you. Let's meet in next life." She purred. Finally the day has come when I will be free from all this. All this nonsense will finally end as soon as I end. please , support like and comment so I can continue with the series. if you like it.

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Reborn

Standing on the path, my life flashed before my eyes. The gun directed at me, went off. I could see the flash and the bullet coming straight for me, but I'm frozen to the spot I'm standing, unable to move or think clearly. It only registered with me that the bullet pierced my skin when my body impacted on the cold wet cement. Lying there I could hear my heartbeat slow as my blood flowed from my body. That's when I heard it, footsteps getting closer til a man face appeared in front of me. But my vision is too blurry to see him clearly. That' s when he spoke, "You will be reborn. I'm giving you a second chance.You are not my beloved so you will wake up a soulless killer with no remorse and a burning desire for blood. I can't give you a normal life but I'm giving you the chance for revenge. I can't tell you what to expect because I don't know myself. I have no idea why I'm changing you but something is telling me it is not you're time to die" I had no idea what he' s talking about, well not til I woke up. That night Ivy died and what was reborn is something dark and dangerous. He was right, I am a soulless monster. I have no remorse for the blood I shed. Not when it gets me closer to having my revenge.