Wanderess

Wanderess

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"She was an angel craving chaos. He was a demon seeking peace." No truer lyrics have ever been sung... ********* White. White walls. White floors and ceilings. Pristine, crisp suits and long, pin straight hair. Everywhere Fayre looked, it was like a constant reminder of what her life was. This had been her reality for her entire life and it was slowly seeping into her bones and lulling her to sleep. She was bored. She wanted excitement. She didn't want what everyone was expecting her to have. She wanted colours. She wanted a life-changing explosion of yellows and greens and blacks and reds. Where Fayre craved more out of the life she lives, Adrian wants nothing more than to tone it down. His world was crazy and hectic, noise around every corner and driving him slowly insane. What happens when you throw the two together alongside a deadly mission to retrieve a sacred artefact lost for centuries and a risk of never returning home? One Angel craving more out of life and one Demon sought to dull the overload in his. Will they balance each other out or become a chaotically beautiful disaster? • • • My story is still unedited so please be kind and ignore any spelling or grammatical errors for now x There are so many plot holes and bits that might not match up, but I promise I will go back and end it once I finish my story
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Valerie

***SAMPLE!*** There's a prophecy - a prophecy holding the fate of two worlds. On the edge of Lilah's field, at the twelfth hour of the fall of twelve, the three kings will unite, a daisy will be lost, or the worlds will be gone. The Oracle tells me that I am bound to the prophecy. That I cannot alter or change it. That I'm destined to be greater than what I am, but I already knew that. I've known that since the age of five. Now, can you guess who needs to die? Death doesn't bother me. I will let the world burn if it means achieving my goals - because with every lick of the whip; he tore my flesh raw, as his laughter rang through the mansion, and my screams disturbed the heavens. No one cared to help, no one listened - definitely not the Gods. So why should I? ._. Eldora. A world woven together by magic. Cloaked in darkness and chaos, sin, and deceit. Where no one is innocent; where both hands - and teeth - drip with the blood of others. And there is her. A lone wolf, watching the world tear itself apart. Watching the chaos, the death, the destruction as she fights a far greater war, within her. What's right and wrong? What's considered good and evil? Where does she stand in this enteral mystery, we call a universe? Coated in darkness and pain, she questions the meaning of life and death, and her purpose in this world of infinite possibilities. She finds only one answer: REVENGE. WARNING - Contains abuse, suicidal thoughts, intense trauma, and erotic scenes. Please do not read if this is heavily triggering for you!

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