Elizabet Karliene

Elizabet Karliene

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Elizabet isn't a spiritualist because she wanted to be one. She became a force to be reckoned with out of spite. Cursed by a wraith like cultist as a child, Elizabet was taken in by the spiritualists for her own protection. Now the spiritualists watch over her as a young woman with simple hopes that she doesn't self-destruct. Collette became a spiritualist because she wanted to, but has since kept to the path out of necessity. Like Elizabet, she's cursed with something that gives her strength but just as effectively threatens her life. Their similarities and talents that can provide one another great aid are obstructed by several minor yet seemingly insurmountable obstacles. For one, Elizabet can't stand the pretty and talented Collette and often lets her jealousy get in the way of acknowledging any benefit to being around her. For two, Collette greatly dislikes that someone as brash as Elizabet is just as well respected as she is and would rather dismiss her own talents than admit she shares any strong traits with the other woman. While everyone else prepares for their only chance to fight the slippery cultist that cursed Elizabet and so many others, she's too busy arguing with Collette for the two of them to work together and potentially save a lot of lives. Including their own.
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Alchemy has always been a key to understanding the universe, yet it has often been dismissed as mere superstition. The truth seared through my veins like scorching heat, igniting every cell of my being with a searing, uncompromising judgment. I sacrificed everything-my strength and sense of identity-chasing after an overwhelming purpose. Duty and conviction waged a war against a primal yearning for freedom, unleashing a maelstrom of emotions that threatened to tear me apart. This internal hell fueled an insatiable, maddening lust for vengeance, obliterating my moral compass and propelling me toward utter destruction. Only when I made a final decision did the fundamental principles of morality seem to slip through my fingers like grains of sand. Each savage blow against the oppressive system left me questioning: am I a righteous crusader, or a monster consumed by hatred? The poisonous doubt gnawed at my mind, suffocating my thoughts with insidious whispers. Yet, I found the strength to silence them. With fierce determination burning in my veins, I vowed to break free from the chains of oppression or die trying. Fear would not hold me captive any longer. As I teetered on the edge of life and death, I couldn't help but wonder: would I emerge victorious or succumb to the relentless wheels of fate? The answer lies shrouded in the mists of an uncertain future, but one thing is irrefutable: win or lose, every decision will ignite an inferno of change. This cataclysmic revolution will raze the old world and herald the birth of a new era. In this cosmic roulette, even the most steadfast warriors can turn to dust in the blink of an eye. Therefore, are you willing to participate? Given that there always was, is, and will be war. Hope stands stronger than fear, yet anything is possible when darkness lingers. It is the deflection of accountability and guilt. Yet when all seems lost, trust that the butterfly knows where the water flows.

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