Salem: Wrath and Chaos [ON HOLD]

Salem: Wrath and Chaos [ON HOLD]

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"Lost in between where life and death meet, Lays she broken and purged to meet, The time has come, the veil a thin line, The hand rises,. spirit and soul align, Darkness rages wild and free, The Price to defeat this evil, a damning fee." Betrayed and bearing a heavy loss, Alexandra rises from the Nexus to be met with chaos. The key had been found... As the days becomes shorter and the nights longer, the rumors of war has been confirmed. Now she must go far and wide to gather allies to stand against evil in a battle that has been written in stone all the while discovering her power on a different scale and the Price for it. This is the sequel to the Original book: Salem: of blood and witches. Read the original to understand<<
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Before the Veil There are realms layered atop the world of humans-hidden not by distance, but by the thinnest breath between heartbeat and shadow. The witches call it The Between. The fae's name it The Undone Thread. Others speak only in hushed riddles and dream-echoes, of a place where time folds, where the dead whisper, and where magic sleeps with one eye open. No mortal crosses the veil by chance. Or so the old songs say. But what if someone did? What if a mortal slipped through, unknowing, unprepared,...believing it was an accident, when in truth it was a summon? Not a summoning by will or spell or reason... But something older. A summoning born of yearning-two hearts aching across distance and destiny, one calling and the other answering. They say a prophecy begins with words. But sometimes, it begins with silence. With the quiet breath before a name is spoken. With a pull in the chest that feels like longing and fate braided together. So when the veil opened, it did not roar. It sighed. And through that sigh, something ancient stirred. A forgotten seal trembled. And the world-both the one of men and the one beyond-shifted. Not because fate demanded it. But because love did. And when one heart calls and the other answers. A binding seal will lock in place until the fate's complete.

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