Unbroken

Unbroken

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WpMetadataNoticeLast published Sat, Jul 25, 2015
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Paranormal
My life is sorta complicated (that is pretty much the understatement of the year). I was sold to a guy at the age of 14 to become a maid, I was abused, beaten and tortured just to find love in the eyes of my favourite people in the world and if that's not enough, I find out I'm a freaking werewolf (with the whole fangs and fur thing). Anyway my name is Avion, Avion Skye and this is the story of how I went from being an abused little girl to a strong independent werewolf badass;-). ************************************************************************************** -This story is not your normal werewolf story, I will try to make it seem fresh and different for you guys and if this story seems like yours I'm sorry about that, but I didn't steal it from you. -Ummmm I'm not going to have a particular writing schedule, but I will try to update at least twice a week.
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Entropy

He walks forward, pressing the blade into his throat. His skin is taunt against the serrated edge, and blood beads around it until it drips down his neck in a crimson trail. My eyes widened, wanting it. He is looking at me with those dangerous, glinting green eyes, daring me. "Kill me, then. If you feel nothing, you can kill me. Then you can leave.The choice is up to you. It always has been," He whispers. His words leave me as cold as the blade at his throat. My heart is subjected to this stabbing pain, like I'd turned the knife on myself, and I would rather it be like that. "But if you don't," he whispers," you are mine and all mine. We will rule the dawn of a new age, we will complete our bond, and you will forget about her. Make your choice." I can hear my heart beat in my ears, and I swallow agaisnt the rush. These are my options. Kill him, or agree to be his. I make my own choice. I can not take my freedom away. I can not be the mate he wants, but I can not kill him. With a deep breath, I turn the knife on myself. Aurora, a girl with only one name and abandoned at birth in a war torn land, finds herself lost in a sea of witches, drowning in everything she can never have. Or so she thinks, the night a divine interference rips her from her home leads to a butterfly effect of deadly, chaotic spirals. Something dwells in the unknown shadows of Aurora's soul, something lurking just behind the screen of consciousness, something passed down through the generations as greater beings try to avoid the annihilation of our world. Is she just another part of the fall out, another victim to an unending tragedy between two cosmic beings? There's only one thing that can help her, and it stands before her in the form of a green eyed werewolf mercilessly killing the witches she's grown up loving. She thinks he can protect her, but what will she do when he needs protection...from her? #12 in destruction #11 in strife

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