The Darkest Tempest {Azriel x oc - ACOTAR}
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  • Reads 24,741
  • Votes 613
  • Parts 15
  • Time 51m
Ongoing, First published Dec 08, 2019
Mature
Azriel x oc |

Nadia is broken. She grew up in a cruel Illyrian war camp. She has known nothing but poverty for the last four years. Left to fend for herself against the harsh climate and lifestyle she has become nothing but skin and bone. Her only goal is to survive the day. Finally, she breaks unable to pick herself up again but then he is there. His deep brown eyes and darkness that she can't help but be drawn to. Instantly she feels a connection like nothing she has ever felt before. Dragged from the harsh mountains she is immersed into a life of colour and love. Will her soul prove to broken to be fixed? What powers is she hiding? How will she learn to love again?
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