the angels hidden blade
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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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