Lyncus
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MatureOngoing2h 44m
Last published Sun, May 10, 2015
My name is Owen Craigg and I am a monster. I wasn't always one, but I am now and I can't change what happened to me. What I know is It all started with one girl. The one who plagues me still. The one I destroyed.
Eden's life is spiraling out of control, loosing her best-friend, finding her mother and becoming a slave to her master all within months of each other are tearing her life apart. To break free she must locate that which is nameless, however fate has different plans when she realizes the side-effects of bargaining for her life.
Owen on the other hand, finds his life is finally coming together after moving back to his home town of Blackedge. He thought that it couldn't get better, except for the fact that a girl is found murdered, a victim of a serial killer and that the loner from his school haunts his dreams. Drawn into a strange world where nothing is as it seems and the truth can be a curse in itself, Owen must fight everything he knows to be real to save that which is most precious to him.
How do you prove that you are truly alive? Easy. You die.
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