The Stars Whispers

The Stars Whispers

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WpMetadataNoticeDernière publication sam., nov. 16, 2019
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Fantasy
The stars used to whisper secrets long since lost to the empty dark sky when the last Star Walker died at the hands of the great war. (No this is not star wars 🥴😂) The war between the supernatural left the world in ruin, along with Dahlias home kingdom Anillia, tethered to an island stuck in the sky. No one who has been sent to the ground has every returned, leaving them with nothing but what they already have and know; It's been 16 years since the war was lost. The ground is ruled by the King of the Clipse. He has an army of all kinds of creatures. He controls the fire and darkness itself. The food in Anillia is running out. Medicine is low. Kids are dying and people are going missing. Dahlia must figure out a way to save her home or it will be swallowed by the darkness whole. But that is near impossible with her hands bound to the cell she calls her room. But the darkness feels no remorse and wont wait for anything. Its hungry and wants more.
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Copyrighted 2017 *Completed* *This story was written a long time and needs to undergo intense editing--working on it!* He was said to be powerful, the most powerful of them all. A king of kings- a dark king. Complete control. He needed it- thrived on it. He was power, he was dark, and he was beautiful. They say he was a descendant of the first wolves- of shapeshifters so fierce they could kill with barely a glance. He was respected, revered. Feared. The King of the North. And we were the idiots sneaking into his territory. *Not your typical werewolf book* --please reframe from hateful comments directed at me or other readers who enjoy the story. *This book has no sexually mature scenes and is PG-13* *This book has nothing to do with The Game of Thrones, and is not a fanfic of any kind*

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