the angels hidden blade
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Dernière publication jeu., nov. 16, 2023
Nefeli, or "Cupid", as the infuriating beast likes to call her, has never been wanted at anyone's side, and she sure as hell has never been loyal to a single soul.
The stoic and fierce Vesemir bled the ability out of her, just as he tainted her blood with poison.
She is the youngest warrior inside the cold stone walls of Kaer Morhen and already one of the most skilled.
The only one plagued by an irreversible curse that painted her skin white and bled her hair the colour of pale blossom petals. The colour of poison.
Her body was broken the minute she was born. The magic in her veins doesn't pulse the way it is meant to.
And damaged Sorceresses are weak and left to die.
And if there is one thing Nefeli Sorrel hates, it's being weak.
But the wild white-haired beast with piercing gold eyes the colour of stalking grey snow wolves does just that.
The White Wolf made her feel weak the minute she pressed her blade to his throat blood kissing the snow, his lips turned up to smile at her.
He makes her weak.
And that can't happen.
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I do not own any of the Witcher writings or claim to (obviously) and this book will follow my own OC through the Netflix TV series.
TW: this book will contain violence, blood, gore, sexual references, sexual scenes, death and overall the same warnings present in the series.
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"If we are to use you as bait to lure our possessed Witcher here to Kaer Morhen, do you understand what that entails?" Jaskier nods, but he remains quiet. A slight tremor works its way into his right hand, and Yennefer smirks at its appearance. The sorceress scoffs faintly, and she approaches him. There is something in her violet eyes, like a spark that proceeds the wildfire it causes as she comes close, her voice growing low and sharp. "He will hunt you," Yennefer whispers, as though she is reciting some sort of spell, bewitching as she is sardonic, "You cannot hide from him. You cannot outrun him. You cannot overpower him." Jaskier swallows, but he does not waiver. Not even as Yennefer begins to circle him. Despite the tears in her dress and the dirt that clings to her form, she remains as entrancing as ever. It's as though she's a fever dream Jaskier can only spot from the corners of his eyes. Her words come to Jaskier like a mirage, a silhouette muddled in fog. The only solid sensation coming from her being the race her words bring to his heart. "You will be at the Witcher's mercy." That should scare Jaskier. But it doesn't.Terminé
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Partially Rejected
Hello, this story is not good. It was written by a depressed young tween who didn't understand what an abusive relationship is. I'm only keeping it up because it's my only completed book. Take everything a grain of salt. (It's cringey) So good luck on fixing me and what we could've been But you'll always fail to see I'm forever broken I hate your guts, I hate his too I hate myself for loving you You're the only reason that I hate everyone -Falling in Reverse Alaska is sick of her life. She's sick of everyone. It all started in forth grade when she moved to Colorado. She was a different girl back then... Alaska was naive, had blonde hair, loved people, and was kind. Then she met Dillon he was gorges, tall, strong, and everything Alaska was not. Dillon was a werewolf and next in line for Alpha position of Black Blood Pack. Dillon hates his mate and waiting tell he is old enough to reject her. He dose what he can, ignores her, forgets her, because she is nothing but a pathetic human. Or so she thought... . . . "Get out of my head!" He yelled at me. I stood my ground, because I was here and was not leaving. "What's your problem with me?" I hissed. "Your weak, ugly, pathdic, little human, who I could kill so easily. Unfortunately for me I can't reject you yet!" I didn't know what reject meant I knew it was bad, by the way the silent room went quite. "Well I may be ugly, I may be pathdic, and you know what I'm a weak little human. I may not be able to kill you, you can make my life hell, go ahead, do it. You can hate me with every bone in your body. But if you think for a moment I care your wrong." That was the biggest lie I ever told. What happens when an alpha were wolf and element witch meet? What happens if she doesn't even know she's a witch?Terminé
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(Book 3 in the 'Blood Drops' series) Five drops for the vampires who drink it. Four for the creatures who relish in it. Three for the strong who take it. Two for the weak who cower from it. One for the humans from whom it is taken. *** This book, along with all the others in this series, was written in a manic creative frenzy when I was about 11-12 years old. I do not consider it quality work, nor do I find it representative of my writing skills today. I will not take it down, because it is still fairly popular and I enjoy reflecting upon how I have developed my writing over the years. All I ask is that if you choose to read the book(s), please take into consideration that this was written by a tween many years ago, and that I am not the same person (or writer) as I was then. Thank you. *** Felicia Winters had just survived the hardest year of her life: a year of abuse, of pain and misery, of darkness and the supernatural and death. She was finally beginning to heal, putting the pieces of herself back together with the help of her friends- she thought the war was over. She couldn't have been more wrong. When her life becomes threatened, will she accept help from her former abuser and mate Braith? Or will she create a rift between them with the power to destroy all they know and love? Now three drops final will have to sate the beast. If you have any constructive critiscism for me, please leave it in the comments or feel free to DM me (also I suck at summaries, so sorry about that).Terminé
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"If we are to use you as bait to lure our possessed Witcher here to Kaer Morhen, do you understand what that entails?" Jaskier nods, but he remains quiet. A slight tremor works its way into his right hand, and Yennefer smirks at its appearance. The sorceress scoffs faintly, and she approaches him. There is something in her violet eyes, like a spark that proceeds the wildfire it causes as she comes close, her voice growing low and sharp. "He will hunt you," Yennefer whispers, as though she is reciting some sort of spell, bewitching as she is sardonic, "You cannot hide from him. You cannot outrun him. You cannot overpower him." Jaskier swallows, but he does not waiver. Not even as Yennefer begins to circle him. Despite the tears in her dress and the dirt that clings to her form, she remains as entrancing as ever. It's as though she's a fever dream Jaskier can only spot from the corners of his eyes. Her words come to Jaskier like a mirage, a silhouette muddled in fog. The only solid sensation coming from her being the race her words bring to his heart. "You will be at the Witcher's mercy." That should scare Jaskier. But it doesn't.
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