Silence (Ziall)
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The silence speaks my name.
The further I go,
the louder it crys,
I fear no more can I take.
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Niall has been sent away from his friends and family,
since he has "The mark of the beast!"
Very few people posses this mark, and with it comes unfathomable power. So when Niall wakes up to find himself in the biggest maze of his life, what do you think he'll find around each twist and turn?
Zayn is just another broken soul, looking for revenge and thirsting for the blood of his enemies. So what happens when he meets a certain blonde haired lad, a direct descendent of the man who made him in to this...this beast!
Will Zayn have the strength to end his curse by killing Niall and taking the key to solving the puzzel, or will he choose love instead?
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"Zayn? what's w-wrong?" Niall drew desperately closer towards the groaning man. "Niall....I'm sorry.." Zayn cries.
What the blonde sees next makes him scream in horror.
"ZAYN?! NOOO!"
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