Curse of the Snake Ring

Curse of the Snake Ring

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"S" aka Selene Hydrus, is a descendant from an Egyptian bloodline. Her father long gone and her mother keeping secrets that aren't hers to keep. When S finds out who she really is, will her friends and family be able to withstand the life changing choices she makes? "I caught hold of a pair of wheat colored pants, but my momentum was too much. The bar holding the clothes came crashing down, finally thump I made contact with the floor. As I got up I surveyed the damage, a new bar definitely needed to be bought, I had spit this one in half. I looked at the wall, noticing a small switch. 'Why would someone put a switch behind a rack of clothes?' I stood and stepped forward, hesitantly I flicked the switch in its opposite direction. A swoosh sounded behind me, turning carefully I saw that the a compartment I had never noticed before had opened. Inside the large drawer was a small velvet box, and two daggers, more like swords from the looks of it. Holding off on closer inspection of the sword dagger things, I picked up the velvet box. I undid the button clasp, I gasped when I saw the ring inside. It was beautiful it had a snakes head with two gleaming sapphires as the eyes and a decorative tail that came up in a perfect oval and rested at the side of the head. Of course being a girl I slipped the ring on my ring finger, but on my right hand instead of the left. I felt so cold that it was painful, when I tried to slip it off it wouldn't budge. That's when the searing hot pain came as if it was trying to meld to my finger. I grunted in alarm then my head snapped up as I suddenly saw white."
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Everything was gone. I sobbed, my clothes ripped and I was bleeding, but it didn't matter. I had to get to her, to them. Had to find- Struggling to stand, I grasped my side, biting back the scream that wanted to escape. I looked down at my hands and red coated them, blurring together until I couldn't see anything anymore. I squeezed my eyes shut, forcing my panicked breathing to slow, until I felt in control of myself again. It had been so long, I thought as I turned my peeling and dry face to the sun, my fingers shaking as I struggled to make sense of them. For so long, I'd been a wolf, cursed. All that I was, or could've been had been reduced to nothing but an animal driven by instinct, bloodlust, thousands of lives met their ends at the edges of my razor sharp claws. I had no idea where I was, how much time had passed. My fingers touched something hard in the sand, and a jolt of information went through me as Queen Azalea's sword, gleamed as I pulled it free. My heart started to pound as sun glinted off of the blade, reflecting back at me. I nearly dropped the metal when I saw myself. I took a second look and saw white hair, caked with dirt, and yellow eyes, blue veins sparking in their depths. All at once, I remembered who I was. I remembered why I was here, how much time had passed. I am Azalea Marie Albescu, The Queen Alpha. A false queen sits on my throne, controls what's mine. I would have to make my way back to my pack, my family, and my home, if still there. I would rise again, as I had before, and reclaim what belongs to me. DISCLAIMER: AS WITH MANY OF MY STORIES, I DO IMPLICATE SITUATIONS OF SEXUAL ASSAULT/ABUSE. Not in any way do I intend to glamorize this behavior, I write about these delicate and painful situations because I myself relate to them and will always fight for survivors, including myself. Thank you for your understanding and if you are in any way uncomfortable reading these stories, I encourage you to look elsewhere.

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