Vows Carved in Ashes

Vows Carved in Ashes

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Wherever demons ran rampant, the demon hunter with striking pink eyes and pale skin would descend from the sky and leave none alive-yet when the enemy has her face in his eyes, can vengeance survive? Follow Astra Nocturne on a journey carved in blood, caught between hatred and mercy. *** *** *** Disclaimer: This work of fiction is a product of the author's imagination. All names, characters, businesses, locations, events, and incidents are used fictitiously or are creations of the author's mind. Any similarity to actual persons, living or dead, or real-world events is purely coincidental. Unauthorized reproduction, storage, or transmission of any part of this work-whether in print, electronic, or mechanical form, including photocopying, recording, or through any information retrieval system-is strictly prohibited without prior written permission from the author, except where such use is explicitly permitted by law. *** *** *** I hope you like it! SHARE, VOTE, and COMMENT ;)
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She woke to a world washed in silver. The clouds hung low, heavy with secrets. And when the rain began, soft, deliberate. She welcomed it like an old friend. But this morning wasn't like the others. Between the drops, she saw them. Tiny beings, born of shimmer and storm. Fairies. Real ones. They moved like the rain itself knew how to keep them hidden. And in that quiet wonder, something ancient stirred. Everyone else rushed past, umbrellas raised, eyes down. No one noticed. Except her. One fairy remained. Still, glowing, watching her like it had been waiting. When she whispered, "Hello," the world began to shift. But the rain wasn't the only thing falling that day. A parcel was coming. A diary that writes back. A demon who already knows her name. And a truth her father buried long ago. The past isn't sleeping. It's waking up.

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