OLD VERSION! DONT READ!
  • Reads 121,176
  • Votes 5,576
  • Parts 17
  • Time 4h 10m
  • Reads 121,176
  • Votes 5,576
  • Parts 17
  • Time 4h 10m
Ongoing, First published Apr 06, 2012
What is a maiden? A beautiful young virgin female. What maiden is unwanted? Mercy. Mercy is a young girl in victorian England living with her widowed father. As she turns of age, she must marry the Duke Of Edinbourgh and succeed in torturing him. Why? His father acussed Mercy's mother of being a witch. Mercy can not help but fall for the dark Duke's charm and grace but can't comprehend why he does not feel the same way. If he pushes her away, will she get her revenge? Or will she perish like her mother for being just like her mother...a witch?
All Rights Reserved
Sign up to add OLD VERSION! DONT READ! to your library and receive updates
or
#10warts
Content Guidelines
You may also like
You may also like
Slide 1 of 10
Afterlife: Oblivion #Wattys2024 cover
A Queen's Redemption cover
Void of Emotions (Lady Dimitrescu x Fem) cover
THE LEGEND OF THE GOLDEN LOTUS (COMPLETE) WATTY2020 cover
Witching Tree (Alice Gray Book 1) cover
Reaper Daughter-(On Hold) cover
The Devil's Gift cover
The Girl with a Soul of Insanity (A Sonamy Story) cover
The Shy Maiden (Alcina Dimitrescu x Fem) cover
The Offering | Devil's Duology #1 cover

Afterlife: Oblivion #Wattys2024

22 parts Ongoing Mature

You die. Game over? Not quite. Welcome to the Afterlife Crucible. Every millennium, lost souls battle for a second shot at life. Forget everything you thought you knew about the afterlife. It's not pearly gates and harps - it's a ruthless gauntlet dreamed up by bored gods with a sick sense of humour. Your regrets become weapons, your sins are armour, and your secrets? Just ammo for your rivals. This is a no-holds-barred war where only the most devious spirits get to breathe again. You'll face nightmares that make Hell look like Disneyland, and opponents who'd sell their own mothers for a chance to win. Ready to fight for your life... after death? I sure as hell wasn't. There I was, barely keeping my head above water, when some prick decided to punch my ticket early. But let's face it - my chances of winning are slimmer than my ex's conscience. Who am I? Jane Doe. Just another dead girl in a sea of corpses... a junkie, a fuckup, a waste of oxygen. Or so I thought...