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Sea of Stars and Silver | On Hold

Leituras 615
Votos 57
Capítulos 12
Tempo 2h 32m

Leituras 615
Votos 57
Capítulos 12
Tempo 2h 32m

Twenty-three year old Mira is the bastard daughter of the Pirate Lord, and the only female captain in his fleet. 
For five years she has captained the fastest ship on the seven seas, and now, her father has threatened to take that all away. After the Pirate Lord claims Mira is not fulfilling her duties as a member of his fleet, he gives her six months to collect more plunder than any other captain. To ensure the job is done, he sends Mira's oldest enemy and deepest weakness, Bellamy Black, to watch her every move. 
With Bellamy holding the key to Mira's freedom, she must fight the past the two share together while keeping her crew alive as they embark on a journey through treacherous seas. 
(Mature content within)

CURRENTLY ON HOLD

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Before I could move from his glare, he was striding forward. I could do nothing but back up, landing my back flush against the shelves. Glass jars rattled as he came within inches of me, leaning a hand to rest on the shelf at my shoulder. 

"It's good to see you again, Mir," he muttered. 

"Don't call me that."

A smirk. "I am looking forward to these next few months, Captain." His eyes slid to my lips, pausing there before he raked them up to meet mine once more. "Be a good girl now, will you? I would hate to report something to your father that would get you killed."

"Prick."

"Princess."

And then he was gone, leaving nothing but my rapid breathing and the smell of cedar to fill the small space. 

The sound of distant bells began, signaling the tide. With it, shouts rose up from the deck, my crew readying to set sail. 

My heart pounded in my ears.

I took in a deep breath. If he wanted to play that game, then so be it.

I was going to make his life hell. 
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Cursed Facade, de RumanticTales

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The Wild Hunt (Part One)

Hands held me to the ground. Multiple pairs of hands. Multiple faces. A grinning wolf. A razor sharp smile. Bloody lips. I felt their hands claw over my body like they were digging into my flesh. Nails scraped at my skin, knuckles pressed into my flesh. They were tearing me apart. Their fingers gnawed at me, wanting to devour me whole. Wanting to take a piece of me as they leaned over me from above. I watched them push and shove each other, grabbing my leg, an arm, my hair. I thrashed beneath them, screaming, but like always my voice was non-existent. ............................................................................ Princess Serri Bayor, did not expect to find herself wondering through the wild forest of Miran alone at night. After escaping the confines of the palace, the last thought on her mind was death. But now as she ventured further into the unknown territory she wondered what sort of death she would face. All her life she had been warn of what laid in this lush forest. What these towering trees have seen and witnessed beneath their bowing canopies. Suddenly marrying that hairy pig of a man seemed less disgusting. She wondered if turning back would be too late. Would her father kill her upon her arrival or would something else take her life and send her head back on a spike? Follow along as Princess Serri ventures off into a teaming forest filled with hungry killers, tempting eyes and twisted fates. Be forewarned though. This is no fairytale of a story.