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Crystal and Flame

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Parts 28
Time 5h 32m

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You won't find too many liars in Neoden. 

That's thanks to Sifters like me. It's hard to hide secrets or subversive thoughts when any stranger could be listening in. The fear of discovery is what keeps a mind pure. The Great One taught this to the first Guardians. With transparency comes the freedom of a clear, sinless mind. The crystal, illuminated by our purifying flame.

But that crystal has one flaw. Sifters can't read one another, so we can keep secrets. We can even tell lies.

I'm hoping mine is a good one.All Rights Reserved

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Extinction by roxyheart213

I had been running for what felt like hours. My legs were burning, and I knew my body was about to give out. The tears that had long since dried still clung to my face. I was covered in bruises and cuts from tearing through the forest. Everything hurt-not just my body, but my heart as well. Just hours ago, I was at a motel with my mom, arguing about dinner, and now she was gone. She killed herself to protect me. That's what I keep telling myself, but deep down, I know it's not true. She was tired of running, tired of hiding. The hunters were close, too close, and to avoid being captured and tortured again, she decided to exit on her own terms. I had to get out of here fast. But I had nowhere to go, nowhere to run or hide-still, I kept going. Thankfully, I had good instincts and the one lesson my mother ever taught me: shapeshifting. I just needed to throw them off my trail. I glanced over my shoulder to see if I could spot any pursuers, but that was a mistake. I tripped and hit my head on a rock, and everything went black.

Chronicles of the Unknowns: Control by AmazonZeta

"I could feel it. The full strength of my brother's power. I didn't know how far away he was, but he definitely wasn't nearby. And yet still, he was able to reach me. Able to trinkle into my humans thoughts and fully capture the falcon's mind with absolute power. I knew my brother was scared. That fear was what made him reach out. He didn't know what Giovanna and Leona had in for him. Or worse: he did. Even though I knew by brother was afraid I also knew was a force to be reckoned with. And although Giovanna had him, he wasn't going down without a fight. He didn't have to tell me he would help us find him. I already knew. Any information he sent to me was important. My brother and I shared a connection like no other. We always had. We always would. " Part of Celeste is relieved that the people with the big guns have showed up to help, but another part of her is beginning to tear at the seams from the pressure she's endured. Although her upper most goal is to survive no matter what, when she finds out her brother has been captured by none other than Giovanna herself, she questions whether or not she can live with herself if she doesn't give it her all in trying to get him back. She knows getting him back might mean she will die trying, but maybe with the help of the powerful Unknowns that can control the elements, she can do it. However, Giovanna has a few tricks up her sleeve and the Unknowns soon will find out just how powerful she really is. Everything is going just as she wants it to. Nothing will stand in her way and nothing will escape her control... ATTENTION: THIS IS BOOK 5 Some *mild* marijuana use in this story and some sexual scenes/themes (nothing explicit).

Discovering My Mythical Fate Book 1 by savepitbulls

What if I told you that the things from our stories an Book 1d myths are 100% real and I have to save them? Crazy right? Trust me I know but it's true no matter how much I wish it wasn't. I thought I was just a normal 21 year old girl... Weeks after my classes let out I found out that had never been true. I had never been normal, I'd just been hidden away from the world, the real me hidden from even myself to keep me safe but more importantly alive so I could defeat the FIRST, the original, the one that made all other supernatural things, fantastic right? Hardly... I Tana Záchranca drew the short end of the stick in life. This is the me telling you the beginning of the end of my life...well kinda, there's betrayal, fighting, torture, death, love, supernatural creatures, and adventure, and I'd give it all up to be able to go back to my old life, but the last year has made it impossible for me to ever permanently return to my family...to anything. I'm of both worlds, human and Mythical, and belong in neither... I try to make all my chapters 3000 words or more and I will upload at least twice a week if not more

Nova's Rebellion by RafaSerCa

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Elarayne - What Am I? by TheSweetCupcakez

The legends tell of mystical creatures with unnatural powers. They can change into any form to hunt their prey. The humans call them 'shapeshifters'. It is told that they're humans practising the forbidden arts of magic using the blood of every being in the world. Nobody has seen them for centuries but the legend remains. In every legend you find truth. In this world the humans have created themselves an empire. The kings and lords rule over their land. The peasants live their poor life and the priests pray to god. But in this empire there is war. Bloody war for more land to rule over. My name is Elena Dregones. I live in this world of war, death, pain and hunger. Life hasn't been very kind to me. When I was young I lost my memory after an accident. I remember nothing from my early life. I don't have a family. The only person I can trust is my best friend Alexander Senogerd. We live together in a broken hut. We haven't got any money. We're lower than the peasants. We're nothing.

Blood and Apples: An Annora Park Novel: Book One by BellesLuckyMelody

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Extinction

I had been running for what felt like hours. My legs were burning, and I knew my body was about to give out. The tears that had long since dried still clung to my face. I was covered in bruises and cuts from tearing through the forest. Everything hurt-not just my body, but my heart as well. Just hours ago, I was at a motel with my mom, arguing about dinner, and now she was gone. She killed herself to protect me. That's what I keep telling myself, but deep down, I know it's not true. She was tired of running, tired of hiding. The hunters were close, too close, and to avoid being captured and tortured again, she decided to exit on her own terms. I had to get out of here fast. But I had nowhere to go, nowhere to run or hide-still, I kept going. Thankfully, I had good instincts and the one lesson my mother ever taught me: shapeshifting. I just needed to throw them off my trail. I glanced over my shoulder to see if I could spot any pursuers, but that was a mistake. I tripped and hit my head on a rock, and everything went black.