Dream Breaker: Sapphire
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Last published Tue, Dec 17, 2024
I was never a hero. I was a scribe, hidden behind ink-stained hands and silent obedience. They trusted me with their secrets, the forbidden truths the Healing Church swore no one could know. I learned too much, and I paid for it.
So, I ran.
The Old Blood in my veins is a curse I refuse to give in to. I tell myself I'll cure it, that I can suppress it-because if I don't, it will consume me. Every step I take is survival, and every village I pass is just another reminder: I can only trust myself. Alone, I'm safe. Alone, I can't be betrayed.
But fate doesn't care about my plans.
He came out of the dark like he belonged there-Narsus, silver-haired and sharp-tongued, with Cainhurst secrets written in the way he moves. I don't trust him. I shouldn't trust him. But when you're surrounded by beasts, sometimes the person you want to run from is the only one pulling you back to your feet.
This is my story-the moment I stopped running. For anyone who's ever fought to hold on to themselves, who's ever been haunted by the weight of something they didn't ask for-this is how it started.
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Adrenaline pumped in my veins as I pressed myself against the large tree trunk, hoping the darkness would conceal me from my impending doom. My heart hammered against my ribs and cold sweat gathered at my palms and chest. His armor clanked and clinked, scraping against itself as he grew closer and closer... Then silence. "Come out little rabbit." The voice was deep and menacing, and I would've soiled myself right there if I were any younger. I couldn't see very well, but I could see what little moonlight that filtered through the trees reflected off a pale face. His gaze was like a hungry, crazed wolf hunting its prey. "Found you." *** Roselena is satisfied with helping her father run his printing business in her childhood village, but in the face of kingdom rising against kingdom, she finds herself thrown into a world of political tensions, magical beings, and the plot of a God. She struggles to define who she is, what she believes, and who she can trust. Worst of all, she seems to have been snared by a cruel King who can't seem to leave her alone. In a world going up in flames, Roselena can only hope to find mercy amongst the burning fire. Warning: Themes of SA, religion, human sacrifice, gore, and some explicit language. Look for (!) as warnings. * Also available on Neobook @gnbrave. *
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