The SaintStorm Warrior

The SaintStorm Warrior

  • WpView
    LECTURAS 64
  • WpVote
    Votos 1
  • WpPart
    Partes 4
WpMetadataReadContinúa9m
WpMetadataNoticeÚltima publicación jue, mar 14, 2013
I dream of Saint Storm, a world not every one on Earth knows about. I believe Ciara and Maurice are fighting their way just to get a glimpse of me. They are my real parents... and my grandfather Darius, King of SaintStorm, is now making a way to fight the evil forces emerging so fast in his land. Never in my entire life i would imagine of becoming a princess and a warrior in a world of what i call " The Dreamland." But I am not just a princess or a warrior. I carry the blood of SaintStorm's ultimate weapon.
Todos los derechos reservados
Únete a la comunidad narrativa más grandeObtén recomendaciones personalizadas de historias, guarda tus favoritas en tu biblioteca, y comenta y vota para hacer crecer tu comunidad.
Illustration

Quizás también te guste

  • Venom (Completed) ✔
  • Started in the light, pulled to the dark ( a Sharkboy and lavagirl story)
  • The Raven
  • Getting my Powers
  • A Life is Strange 2 Fanfiction (Completed Book I)
  • The Forgotten Mate
  • THE WİTCHES OF DEVONA
  • Bound To The Alpha (#1 New Moon)
  • From Princess Warrior Downgrade To Alpha Female
  • Leaving Hell (Book 3 in the Dark Angel series)

Mandy Sciara. That's my name. I'm just one of the many common American girls in Atlanta. Do I have hobbies? Only if daydreaming counts as one, then yes, I have a hobby. But this time it's different. It's dreaming on a whole new level: reality, apparantly. Have I ever heard stories of mythical beings? Actually yes. Once or twice I did, though I am not a huge fan. But have I ever believed those stories would actually be true? Nó, I mean, who would? Yet, just one night changes it all. After I thought my day couldn't get any worse, I meet a guy which has more than necessarily showed me to have no restraint at all. But the mysterious jet-black haired guy with the penetrating, amber eyes wasn't someome unfamiliar. I had already seen him somewhere.. but what do I know him from again? Then there's Sam, apparantly his older cousin - the wiser one with the better intensions. At least, that was my first impression.. FYI: English is not my native language. I'm Dutch. Please note that grammatical mistakes are possibly involved. I'm working on it. Tips are always welcome! Thank you for taking time reading my book!

Más detalles
WpActionLinkPautas de Contenido