Nevermoon and the Midnight Realm
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  • Parts 21
  • Time 3h 10m
Ongoing, First published Jul 27, 2020
Mature
Welcome to the mysterious town of Mist View. Known for it's paranormal stories and ghostly hauntings. When six teenagers discover magical pendants, they travel to a world beyond anything anyone could imagine. However, the wicked Cyrus Shade has escaped from his ghostly prison and things are flipping upside down. Way down. Can these teenagers put Cyrus back in his place before his ghostly army reigns supreme?
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Warning: This story is rated Mature for it contains violent deaths- (and some bits of child abuse themes though not much.) though it does not contain dirty language. This is specifically a PG13 story.
Heads up warnings are listed at the beginning of each chapter for readers who are sensitive.
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