Three Misfortunes

Three Misfortunes

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I'm just an average teenage witch secretly dating my vampire boyfriend and trying not to die. When a night at the carnival results in three misfortunes slowly coming true, I'm left with no option but to reverse my fate. If only I knew how... Even with a vampire and a werewolf at my side, I might not make it to midnight. Maybe none of us will. Magic got us into this mess, maybe magic can get us out. *This story is told in dual pov by a teenage witch and the British psychic who cast her fate. Perfect for fans of That's So Raven. This 2nd edition includes three new chapters and updated interior formatting.
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§ FALLEN FEATHERS IS OFFICIALLY COMPLETED § • This is the EDITED version of Fallen Feathers. Please feel free to read it (I suggest you do). Enjoy! • I stumbled blindly in the woods, lost. I was tired and so unsure of where I was, or where I was going. It had been days since I fled our village, burned to the ground. I remembered it well. Villagers were running and screaming frantically, fleeing as they were slaughtered from the front and behind. The looks of fear and surprise as the bodies fell to the ground... I watched from a distance, but still felt lost in the chaos. The raiders rushing about on horseback, or on foot, and the wolves they had tamed! Houses burning, children screaming, corpses littering the ground ... I wouldn't remember. I couldn't remember. My parents, in our cabin, made of wood... Burning, trapped inside ... Ashes falling and smoke everywhere. I urged myself to run away, to look away, but I couldn't. I stood helplessly and watched my parents burning, my mother screaming frantically. There was one raider, the raider mounted on horseback, who had the howling wolf tattoo on his arm, just as the rest of the Raiders. He watched as my parents burned, cackling to himself. I wanted to run and fight, but I couldn't. It was no use, they were already dead. I touched my mother's silver dragon necklace. I took it from her, after she died. Struggling to fight back tears, I tripped over a tree root, and fell to the ground. I was lost, and hopelessly so.

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