The Black Resurrection

The Black Resurrection

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Book One of Three She was a myth until she wasn't. The last known direct descendent of the strongest witch in history. Only she has a connection to the one that all witches refer to as the Crone, and if the Hunters want to eliminate witches once and for all, they need to take out the Crone. But there is a problem, Anastasiya Chernova has no idea who she is, and there are those around her that don't want her to find out for the safety of her and the witches around her. Ridge Remy is the best hunter there is. He is infamous for the amount of witches he has killed. His one track mind of playing the game until you win has always worked for him, until he meets Nastia. He knows she is the key to destroying the witches is to destroy the Crone, but there is something that awakens within him that even he cannot understand, making him question everything he has ever known. 18+ Triggers: Blood Sexual encounters Nudity Violence Death/Murder NSFW moments
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"Feeling better?" Dante asked gently but there was an undertone to it. "I was puking this morning but I'm all better. Probably just a stubborn stomach flu. Just makes me ache all over." Giving him a small smile to reassure him. He sadly didn't look so convinced. Did I miss a spot with my makeup? The only thing my uncle gets me that's semi nice, but it is to hide his abuse. "Bullshit! Stop lying." Dante said sternly. My heartbeat was in my ears as he spoke those words, and my anxiety made my palms sweaty. His eyes held concern and suspicion which only made me want to cower away. "I'm n-n-not-" His hazel eyes were shifting darker which made my heart fearful. His eyes were like uncles but without the hatred. "He's right Caelia. Tell us the truth." Ivena said from behind me. My anxiety peaked and my chest went tight; tears pricked my eyes. Why can't they leave it alone? Did they see one of my bruises? Maybe my uncle is right, maybe I am stupid. They are going to think so poorly of me, but I don't know if I can hide it from them much longer. Their eyes went over me as if analyzing me and I hated it. "No no its just from being sick I swear I-" Their eyes cut through me and into my soul. Tears blurred my vision as I realized they wouldn't accept it. "He's just drunk and angry. He doesn't know what he's doing." Tears threaten to fall at my words, and it felt so hard to breathe to even speak the hidden truth. "Who?" Dante asked with a softer tone. His hands reached out to touch me, but I jerked away only making it worse on me. ===================================== Caelia Addison and her Uncle moved to a new place in order to start over to escape his every growing debt. While searching for a job, she ends up meeting three people that end up not only saving her from her abuse, but can they save her from their world or will simply get Caught in the Feud...

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