Crimson's Prophecy

Crimson's Prophecy

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Crimson is abused by his parents who grew up in the Cult. Its leaders consist of creatures living in the Kathrenian universe. One day Crimson's family is killed and he is the only one to survive - whether or not that's true he doesn't find out as he ends up in the world of creatures where only half a dozen other people are on his side. Their plan is simple: returning to earth immediately before destroying the Kathrenian universe so that they survive and the Cult cannot exist any longer. But how should Crimson be part of this mission if he doesn't even believe in himself?
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They said the Hunt was sacred. That if I was chosen, it meant fate. But fate didn't feel like a mouth on my skin or claws at my back. It felt like blood. Mine. For years, I stayed hidden. Quiet. Unclaimed. I stole seeds from the state fields, grew food in secret, fed my family from soil and silence. I did everything right - stayed beneath their radar, beneath their noses. I didn't make waves. I didn't ask for more. But monsters never forget a scent. And when the Hunt came, I was scented. Tracked. Taken. I stabbed him. I buried the blade in his shoulder and watched him bleed. It didn't matter. Because he still bit me. And the world saw. Now my face is on every screen. The girl who didn't run. The girl who fought back. Some call me a rebel. Some call me a mate. But they all forget one thing. I wasn't made to be claimed. I was made to survive. And if they want to collar me, cage me, crown me - they'll have to reckon with everything I've kept buried beneath the roots. Because I am not the flower. I'm the fire beneath it. Rewrite version of formerly known book Escaping the monsters Embrace

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