The Corrupted Throne (ReWriting)

The Corrupted Throne (ReWriting)

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This has a few trigger warnings so make sure to read them. This is Esmeray Bloodstone and this is my story. I grew up in a world where people like me were enslaved. Because of who we were and people who were not like my kind feared us. I am what people would call a tribrid. A combination of three different beings in one body. I am a dark mage, a shadow phoenix, and a demon. But demons have been rumored to be extinct for over 1000 years so I have to keep that side of me hidden. Because if anyone found out then who knows what could happen. I have been forced to work for the current king. I have watched my people be killed and sometimes even forced to kill them myself. And it does mess with one's mind. But one night a group of strangers came in during one of the kings' balls. And they made me an offer I couldn't refuse and this is where my journey begins. This is a medium-burn romance. The MFC does not have to choose between her men. There will be traumatic experiences so ⚠️trigger warnings⚠️(This will include abuse, murder, mentions of past drug abuse, and smoking) The MFC will be slightly crazy as well at least one of her men. There will be M/M in the group from a preexisting relationship.
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Everything was gone. I sobbed, my clothes ripped and I was bleeding, but it didn't matter. I had to get to her, to them. Had to find- Struggling to stand, I grasped my side, biting back the scream that wanted to escape. I looked down at my hands and red coated them, blurring together until I couldn't see anything anymore. I squeezed my eyes shut, forcing my panicked breathing to slow, until I felt in control of myself again. It had been so long, I thought as I turned my peeling and dry face to the sun, my fingers shaking as I struggled to make sense of them. For so long, I'd been a wolf, cursed. All that I was, or could've been had been reduced to nothing but an animal driven by instinct, bloodlust, thousands of lives met their ends at the edges of my razor sharp claws. I had no idea where I was, how much time had passed. My fingers touched something hard in the sand, and a jolt of information went through me as Queen Azalea's sword, gleamed as I pulled it free. My heart started to pound as sun glinted off of the blade, reflecting back at me. I nearly dropped the metal when I saw myself. I took a second look and saw white hair, caked with dirt, and yellow eyes, blue veins sparking in their depths. All at once, I remembered who I was. I remembered why I was here, how much time had passed. I am Azalea Marie Albescu, The Queen Alpha. A false queen sits on my throne, controls what's mine. I would have to make my way back to my pack, my family, and my home, if still there. I would rise again, as I had before, and reclaim what belongs to me. DISCLAIMER: AS WITH MANY OF MY STORIES, I DO IMPLICATE SITUATIONS OF SEXUAL ASSAULT/ABUSE. Not in any way do I intend to glamorize this behavior, I write about these delicate and painful situations because I myself relate to them and will always fight for survivors, including myself. Thank you for your understanding and if you are in any way uncomfortable reading these stories, I encourage you to look elsewhere.

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