What Crawls Below

What Crawls Below

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𝑪𝒚𝒓𝒖𝒔 𝒅𝒐𝒆𝒔𝒏'𝒕 𝒉𝒂𝒗𝒆 𝒂 𝒔𝒐𝒖𝒍, 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒉𝒆'𝒔 𝒎𝒂𝒌𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝑻𝒖𝒆𝒔𝒅𝒂𝒚'𝒔 𝒈𝒓𝒐𝒘 𝒅𝒂𝒓𝒌𝒆𝒓. Deep in a cult's mission to bring about the end of the world and under the careful supervision of a twisted spirit, Cyrus - by all outward appearances a teenage boy but harboring the power to cause natural disasters across the world - is kind of busy. Then a girl from his past, dreams of which have been plaguing him for years, re-enters his life. Tuesday is the yin to Cyrus's yang, full of life and a reminder of the innate goodness humanity has to offer. Inexplicably the two are drawn to each other; every moment she spends near him, however, her soul loses some of its brightness. Tuesday doesn't seem to mind and one by one the dominos begin to fall. The world is in danger of ending, and she is only growing closer to helping him set it ablaze. . . . This title is published, though the unpolished draft is still available in its entirety here for free. A sequel is underway, but considering Book 1 came out in 2020 and I am a silly goose who is also writing ten other stories... Well, yaknow.
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[BUNDLE] BOOK 1: There's a reason buried things should always stay buried. For better or for worse. To have and to hold a demon for eternity. She says demons haunt the night, inflecting everything in their path. But where I come from demons don't just lurk around the shadows. They breed in your head. Feasting on your soul until you cease to exist. And, mine just woke up infested in wicked lies. Till death do us apart, little soul. BOOK 2: Girls like them are expected to dance to the tune of evil. To smile with the taste of souls in their veins and vengeance in their hearts. To feed the ghosts and the monsters within them. Discarded by the world and hidden in a maze of twisted creatures, I'm barely holding into my sanity, trapped between the past and the present. Between good and evil. Until one day I no longer recognize myself or them. He says he can see beyond the evil that I am. But it's not him that my madness prevails for or HIM. Because I'm starting to hear their tune, dancing to destruction and chaos. BOOK 3: There's a reason buried things should always stay buried. Like my mistakes. Your past. Now the grave is open and corpses are crawling out. Corpses inflicted with lies and betrayals. Corpses that you pull the strings of, corpses that even Hell is afraid to take. You see, little soul, you think that makes you the monster in our story. But you forgot me. You forgot my promise. Our story might have ended with till death do us apart. But even death has a shadow to lose.

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