The Emissary - Adalaide Marie - Wattpad

Story cover for The Emissary by Adalaide_Marie133

The Emissary

Adalaide_Marie133

LECTURES 254
Votes 49
Chapitres 49
Durée 2h 37m

LECTURES 254
Votes 49
Chapitres 49
Durée 2h 37m

Adalaide_Marie133

Contenu pour adultes

alesbiancouple darkhumor dontlike dontread firstone gaylove originalwork pleasedonotposttoanothersite readifyouwish somehumor

(1200 AD, in the village of Defnascir)

                                       I looked up to see that stupid, ugly blood-red flag that was waving in the wind, taunting me.
                "What do you want us to do with it, Sir?" Without looking, I could tell that my second in command was worried and confused at what the flag meant.
                "No, don't do anything to it." My eyes strained from staring at the flag for so long. " Do you know what the red flag means in our culture Greyson?"
                       I then looked at him to see that his eyes were filled with fear. I have heard many meanings of the red flag," Greyson said, shaking his head. "But something tells me that those meanings are wrong sir."
                        "In our culture," I said as I lifted my hand to point at that ugly, red flag. "It means death."Tous Droits Réservés

alesbiancouple darkhumor dontlike dontread firstone gaylove originalwork pleasedonotposttoanothersite readifyouwish somehumor

Table des matières

49 chapitres

Inscrivez-vous pour ajouter The Emissary à votre bibliothèque et recevoir les mises à jour

ou

Directives de Contenu

Vous aimerez aussi

K , écrit par benin_zara

The snow never forgets. That's the first thing they learned when they found her- half-dead, half-shadow, and entirely silent. She wore a scar like a warning. She had no name... or too many. And her eyes? Storm-grey. Unbothered. Unblinking. Unforgiving. They chained her. Whipped her. Tried to break her open like a confession. She smiled instead. They said she was a terrorist. A spy. A ghost. No one knew the truth. But when word spread that he was coming- The Director. The Ghost Hunter. Even the storm outside quieted. Because some stories aren't just secrets. They're scars with a heartbeat. And this one? It started with a girl on her knees... and ends when they both stop breathing.

Heavenly Sin (EDITING), écrit par IMAWRITESSS

"I could kill you," he grins holding the gun to my temple. "I wouldn't be scared," I reminded him. He trails the gun under my chin lifting it, allowing me to look him in the eyes. "No one would know you were murdered by me," he continues making me smile. "I think I might have a gun kink;" I tell him while holding eye contact. "Fuck," he mutters as he smashes his lip onto mine, •••• The crimson colour pools beneath me as I let him twist the dagger that had been living in my heart since the day we had met. Sometimes we settle for the love we think we deserve only because are parents didn't portray it better therefore we think the bare minimum is over the top. ••••

The Corruption Within Us, écrit par Seth189

WARNING: this book includes blood, manipulation, cursing, and mature topics (not smut please don't think that). Feel free to click off if any of these make you uncomfortable. ~•~ Something about it was so mysterious about this cave, and I wanted to know more. I entered the cave and saw a red crystal sealed in ice. "Woah." I whispered. The crystal glowed and the ice shattered. I jumped back and fell to the ground, watching as the ice broke completely. My eyes widened and I looked at my hands. "Did I do that?" I asked, but before I could answer, I heard a guard shout for backup as they had heard the ice shattering. I quickly jumped up and stashed the crystal in my pocket before leaving. I crept to the cave the following day, putting the crystal back into the remains of the ice pillar. As I walked away, the crystal fell, causing it to break into a million pieces. I jumped at the sudden noise and stumbled backwards, my eyes widening as a black smog formed around the crystal. "No, no, no, no! Frick." I desperately tried to grab the remains of the crystal, causing one to cut my hand. "Ow! Shit." I whispered, looking at my bleeding hand. "Tch, tch, tch, poor child." A demonic voice said. I looked up and saw that the black smog had two red eyes and a wide, sick smile that was dripping with venom. "I- who are you?" I asked, backing up. "The one who can help you out of here." It said, stretching out a hand. I looked it up and down and before I could answer, its hand plunged into my heart, causing me to scream out in pain. (Cover art by me) This work belongs to me, @Seth189. I reserve the rights to this work and please do not repost it. It takes me a long time to come up with this stuff and it would be better to write your own work!!

Thank you, Killua (Gonkillu), écrit par ratatouillesugar

Light. Who knew seeing someone that reminded me of light could make all of the thoughts go away. Meeting him changed everything, for the better. To my dear Killua, thank you, for saving me. ~ Gon. TW! Suicidal thoughts Scars/ Self harm/ suicide attempt Mentions of rape ( no details ) Slurs This is a gonkillu and gay asf and super fluffy, there is angst in the beginning, please vote and lmk if you like it please <3 ITS KINDA SLOW IN THE BEGINNING MAYBE?? Also art isn't mine, I found it in Pinterest!

Finding Love In The New World Order, écrit par DreamsinAnime

Natural disaster novel A different man says "your actions caused us to check the surroundings" you nod then say "to be honest I was trying to save myself. You kind of ended up helping me, so thanks" they all chuckle, looking down you try your phone and make a call, it just gives off a beep and the call ends. Looking up you ask "do your phones work?" they grab their phones and try to make calls and they shake their heads you frown and say "interference of phones and electrics? Is it just this area?" as you muttered to yourself then grimace saying "you read to much, no way" and laugh.

Softer Than Lavender (Boy×Boy), écrit par CrystalSpracklin01

*Completed* This book is for those of us with Autism who dare to dream and for those of us who fall deeply in love.❤ Greyson was the coolest loner anyone has ever met. A tad basic but cool none the less. He played football at least. That was the extent of his personality as far as his family was concerned. He was tough, a real man's man one might say, even more than anyone knew. But he was chronically depressed. Was his life really worth living If it were all just a facade? Drew was small. He was also a bit on the weird side and by that I mean your first encounter with him might be him info dumping about lavender plants. Cheer and art were his entire life, without them he was nothing. With no friends, a lousy support system and a neurodivergent brain, loneliness was creeping in on him. That is until he met the guy with the deep voice. Could these young men challenge eachothers views on what it means to be a man and motivate eachother to believe in the power of human connection?

The German's Obsession, écrit par Amethyst_Moonn

Warning‼️This book contains abtruse topics such as Dark love, Abuse, Violence etc. You have been warned. "I thought after 3months of dealing with my anger, when I finally saw you again the desire to skin you alive and add your pretty skin to my collection would have died down." he said camly looking at me. His game on pause for a second. My heart dropped to my feet. My eyes were wandering between him and the items close to him as I blinked the tears away. "Sylas- please. You have to understand-" I felt more scared seeing as his attention was back on the board and not on me. Dying was an exceptional thing for me but death by Sylas I couldn't even begin to imagine. "Sprich nicht."(Don't speak.) His native tongue did something to me. I gulped being unable to look at his eyes even though they were on the chess board. "What did you think was going to happen Mäuschen?" he asked giving me his full attention. Every Fibre in my body wanted to run, my mind was screaming for me to run but I knew that wouldn't get me anywhere, it would just make him more excited. "Lay your hands on the table." he commanded moving the chess board further from him. I now wished he continued with his game. I didn't want all of his attention. I complied to his instruction with trembling hands knowing I had no choice. "Which finger did you use?" he asked casually grabbing the hammer and standing up causing a sob to wreck through me. I harshly bit into my bottom lip to stop the begging that was at the tip of my tongue, I knew he wouldn't listen, he only just wanted his answer but I had no control over my tears. .. She wishes she never met him, but wishes only come true in fairy tales.

The Power I Have That You Hold, écrit par Seth189

This is a sequel (or prequel) to The Powers We Have; you don't have to read that one first, but if you wanna know what happened near the end, I would suggest checking it out (this will make a lot more sense when the story's completed) WARNING: this story includes character death, trauma, mentions of blood and self-harm, and mild cursing. If any of that bothers you, feel free to click off "So what's your story?" Grian asked me as we walked into my house. "Ooooo." Scar messed with an hourglass on my table by spinning it around. "Scar, don't touch that." I said sternly and Scar grumbled. "Martyn? Why aren't you answering?" "Did you ask if you wanted water?" I asked, and Grian rolled his eyes. "I asked if you could tell us your story." "Yeah, what happened with you and Scott? And Canon?" Scar asked. I sighed and sat on the counter. "You wanna know what happened?" I asked and the two guys nodded. "Well get comfortable, it's gonna be a long story." (Cover art is not mine) This work belongs to me, @Seth189. I reserve the rights to this work and please do not repost it. It takes me a long time to come up with this stuff and it would be better to write your own work!! If you see this story on any other site besides Wattpad, it is not mine. C̸̯̔â̴̜͗̊n̸̰̤͒͒̿ǫ̸̽̕n̴̤̼̉̚͝'̸͙̎̂͘s̵̠̳̥͌͋ ̵̹̜̉̎͋n̴̖̄̿̚͜o̶̡̩̒̆̕t̷͕̀ ̸̣̉͘͝w̶̦̫̼̾̇h̵̹͕͛̀o̵͙͆̃ ̵͚̩͝t̷̰̃h̴͕͠ȅ̵͈̪̥ỳ̵̱̼̐̈ ̴̼̤̅̾͝ṡ̸́̚͜e̸͙͙̰͆e̸͚̞͔͂̈́̎ḿ̶̟͕̉͝ͅ

Vous aimerez aussi

Slide 1 of 8

Heavenly Sin (EDITING) cover

The Corruption Within Us cover

Thank you, Killua (Gonkillu) cover

Finding Love In The New World Order cover

Softer Than Lavender (Boy×Boy) cover

The German's Obsession cover

The Power I Have That You Hold cover

K

The snow never forgets. That's the first thing they learned when they found her- half-dead, half-shadow, and entirely silent. She wore a scar like a warning. She had no name... or too many. And her eyes? Storm-grey. Unbothered. Unblinking. Unforgiving. They chained her. Whipped her. Tried to break her open like a confession. She smiled instead. They said she was a terrorist. A spy. A ghost. No one knew the truth. But when word spread that he was coming- The Director. The Ghost Hunter. Even the storm outside quieted. Because some stories aren't just secrets. They're scars with a heartbeat. And this one? It started with a girl on her knees... and ends when they both stop breathing.