Of Ashes And Shadows [ON HOLD]

Of Ashes And Shadows [ON HOLD]

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"A pleasure to meet you, M'lady." He bowed slightly. My mind was reeling. This man is the boy I joined in the kitchen last night in stuffing our faces with pastries. Still, my voice clear and strong, and with a mask of joy on, though I swear he could see right through it, I reply, "The honor is mine, your Highness." ~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~* "The people who consider you weak have not yet noticed the wolf hiding behind your eyes, nor the flame inside your soul. Let them think you are weak, and do what wolves and fire do best. Surprise them when they least expect it." ~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~* At age fourteen, Krishna Night, a girl who hates her life of makeup and dresses, and has a rebellious spirit, plays the dangerous game of having two identities. A sweet innocent girl with an odd interest in blades by day, and the most infamous assassin , Eclipse, with a strange connection to animals and shadows by night. Now at nineteen, her step-mother annoyed that she is still unmarried, she refuses to get married, until she finds her step-mother got her entered in- along with nine other girls from ages sixteen to eighteen- a competition to win the crown prince's heart and marry. Though she already seems to have her heart taken, by the mysterious SilentShadow, who has been following her for two years, and the only one to catch her, though neither seem able to kill the other, each encounter ends with Eclipse escaping to live another day, and SilentShadow back to his 'prison'. When an evil starts spreading through the kingdom, Krishna heads out to find the source with the crown prince. As Krishna searches, she finds herself falling for the prince, though with SilentShadow popping up every few nights, she can't find it in herself to give him up. Torn between two men, the snappy, sarcastic, and rebellious Krishna searches for the evil, and runs from a past that still haunts her dreams. Cover by @StormRidden
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He smiled. The devil himself couldn't have crafted a more wicked grin. "What do you say we play a game, little Reaper?" I narrowed my eyes, trying to decipher his intentions. "What kind of game?" His grin widened, showing the tips of his fangs. I watched the prince curiously as he strode over to his bag. With a swift motion, he withdrew a bow and a quiver of arrows, flinging them at my feet without so much as a second glance. I furrowed my eyebrows, casting him a look of uncertainty. That sinister grin stayed plastered upon his lips as he said, "Run." *** I, Skyla Ashforth, am what some might call a "sociopath." It was a title that fit. Why shouldn't I embrace it? I am a vampire slayer, a Reaper of bloodsuckers, and an exceptionally good one, if I do say so myself. Yes, being a sociopath has its perks; I could manipulate and deceive with the best of them. So, when captured by the notorious Red Prince, I embraced the challenge of manipulating my freedom. Pierce Darcee, was a sadistic vampire with a God complex. The fool actually believed he could break me. Little did he know, I was the kind of Reaper who would dance through a battlefield, whistling a merry tune as I twirled my braids. I relished the challenge of manipulating his oversized ego, planning to stab that rotting, blackened heart of his with a venom-laced dagger. I crafted a scheme so delightful, so intricate, that I couldn't help but salivate at the prospect of victory. It was foolproof, or so my mind believed. But then... then there was that pull. That unexpected, unwelcome spark that ignited something within me. Feelings, of all things! Now, that was a complication. Disgusting, messy feelings that could very well lead to my destruction. Or his. It was a dangerous game we played, but then again, the most thrilling ones usually are. *Rated M for Murder, Mayhem, and some profanity. Sorry but no smutty interludes. You've stumbled into a blood bath, not a bodice ripper.*

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