Umbralis, a city veiled in twilight, cradled Ezra in its shadowy embrace. His nimble fingers danced through the darkness, shaping it into intricate forms. The eery whispers of the city's secret society echoed in cobblestone alleys, a place where Ezra, haunted by secrets, perfected the art of thievery. Each shadow bore witness to his journey-a journey defined by shadows that clung to him like a second skin.
In Celestria, the nation of light, a celestial prophecy unfolded before Althea's eyes. King Eridan, her father, afflicted by a mysterious ailment, rested in the depths of uncertainty. Desperate to save him, Althea discovered unlocking her full celestial powers held the key to healing his sickness. Forbidden texts murmured secrets of a hidden artifact in the neutral haven of Scandovia.
Simultaneously, Ezra, in the shadowy corners of Luminar the nation of darkness, uncovered whispers of a sought-after artifact in Scandovia-rumored to be the key to redemption and a new beginning.
The carriage rolled over uneven terrain, its occupants cloaked in mystery. Althea, adorned in a cerulean cloak, her eyes reflecting celestial dreams, gazed out at shifting landscapes. Beside her, Ezra, shrouded in obsidian fabric, his gaze a play of shadows, kept a vigilant watch. The scent of pine and earth lingered in the air. Althea's fingers traced constellations on the window, yearning for the stars. Ezra's hands, calloused from shadow-craft, gripped the edge of his seat, waiting for a new beginning
The journey to Scandovia had begun-a journey where the dichotomy of shadows and celestial bridges would intertwine. Cloaks whispered stories of untold pasts, veiling the identities of two passengers whose destinies converge before the neutral haven of Scandovia.
"Why are you all looking at me with such long faces?" I question slyly. Everyone looked at me with hate. He motions with his hand, soon more guards come piling in. Their guns were filled with wooden stacks, coated with sorrel and perilla. I roll my eyes. "How dumb have you become, dear? Don't you know a tribrid like me can't be killed?" I laugh shortly.
"What is it you want, Octavia?" He questions, glaring at me, holding his glass of champagne tightly.
I smile, "Sweetie, you know exactly why I'm here. I've come for what's mine, hand it over so I don't have to kick your ass in front of all these people."
The crowds start laughing, along with him. His deep laugh echoed through the room. "What makes you think you can beat me? What can a little thing like you do?"
I take a tray from the nearest waiter and grab the last glass of champagne, downing it. Sighing, I wipe my mouth, dropping the glass, allowing it to shatter on the ground. I hold the tray tightly, I throw it like a frisbee, slicing the head of a guard clean off. The tray sticks in the wall, while the head slowly falls off the tray. "Now?" I ask sweetly, feeling my eyes glow. "That good enough for you?"
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Octavia Lycan has been searching for answers her entire life, well what she can remember of it. The one thing that she craves to have more than anything is memories. Memories of who she was, what she was. She's been on a mission to find these memories for centuries, and nothing is stopping her from getting her what she wants.
Not the MC.
Not her anger getting the better of her actions.
Not the British vampire who calls her love.
And especially not the human who she can't get out of her head.
With new allies joining her brigade and new information coming into the light, Octavia is going to have to face it all. If she hopes to keep her family safe and get her memories back...
But at what cost?
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