The Flameweaver

The Flameweaver

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WpMetadataReadContenido adultoConcluida jue, oct 2, 202510h 14m
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Ficción
Fantasía
Alta Fantasía
Fantasía Oscura
Cuentos de Hadas y Mitología
𝓒𝓮𝓵𝓮𝓼𝓽𝓲𝓪𝓵. 𝓒𝓱𝓪𝓲𝓷𝓫𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓴𝓮𝓻. 𝓣𝓱𝓮 𝓔𝔂𝓻𝓲𝓮... Words Verona has heard in her nightmares, ever since the death of her family at the hands of the monstrous Cearnian Empire. In between trapping game and fishing for a living, she spends all of her time in The Soggy Crow- a run-down tavern at the edge of her town of Everthorn. When a handsome stranger arrives at the Crow, the nature of her reality is thrown into chaos. Bolero is a firehawk- a red-tailed hawk shapeshifter with an affinity for fire magic. Hailing from The Eyrie, a civilization of avian shapeshifters, he is a masterful hunter, and a furious warrior. But something is missing. Something that tugs at his chest every time he wanders into the Nithra Forest that borders the cliffs of his home. When he has a run-in with the Sidhe - the fae of the Nithra -he realizes that there are some secrets better left unknown. #WattpadWritersShowcase
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(74,890 words) The wind rushed past me as my wings beat against the night sky. I noticed a copse of trees up ahead. I slowed to a stop, talons clutching a low-hanging branch. I looked beyond the trees and a pair of glowing golden eyes met my own. Wolf eyes. My eyes widened in fear as I took off. I dodged the trees in my path, but one branch snapped on my wing. My vision blurred, pain lacing through my wing. I continued to flap my wings, clinging desperately to the notion I would make it out alive. More than one wolf was chasing me, their paws a staccato on the ground. They would catch up. They would devour me. I tried to stay in the air, but the pain was unbearable. I fell to the ground, fluttering down like a dead leaf. I snapped my eyes open. Breathing heavily, I sat up. My room shifted in and out of focus as my eyes adjusted. When I was little, my father always told me that dreams were just my imagination, that people were never chased by wolves, and people certainly could never be birds. Vera Stone is a seventeen-year-old girl who lives in a small Louisiana town by the bayou. Small, boring, where nothing ever happens. Or so she and her friends think. One night the hidden darkness surrounding their town and their lives comes to the surface. Will Vera and her friends figure out the secrets hidden through their town's history before it's too late?

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