Avenge Me

Avenge Me

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Fate. Fate has a funny way of working. Who would've thought that through death, bonds are tested and friends and allies are made and destroyed? Certainly not Celina Nox. Love. Love is twisted and cruel. Who would've thought that through the loss of one love, another emerges to mend the gaping blackened thing now called a heart? Hate. Hate is strong and blinding. Who would've thought it could turn around so completely? In the brutal, violent, and power-driven vampire society, bonds and relations are created and destroyed as often as we take a breath. And for the same reason-- To survive. The only thing that seems permanent in this unstable world are the matches formed by Fate, woven together by Love and Hate. But as rare as they are, they are formed when two people are perfectly balanced. Everything is set in stone. From even before the Ancients came along. Fate has a funny way of working...
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Born between two worlds, despised by those who should love her. Being labeled as "defective", "incomplete", "impure". Suffering repeated and constant persecution. How could she believe in happiness? Her heart had been bombarded by countless insults over the years in her home pack..., but against the setbacks of life, she remained determined to overcome all obstacles and prove that she was not weak but "unique", as her father always claimed. Her Witch blood did not diminish her courage at all... But lately she had been feeling strange... dreaming every night of a man, or rather, of his silhouette. The strength he emanated was terrifying, like a being from the coldest, most soulless underworld... making her doubt her real existence and her own sanity..., but why, even though she felt a terror that paralyzed her body, she couldn't forget the sadness she saw in his eyes? They were begging... for what? Someone? A love? To be rescued? Who was that "God" that lived in the darkness? His face gave her the feeling of recognition, he was not totally strange to her soul..., but at the same time, she was absolutely sure she had never seen him before... her blood warmed and her heart beat faster... What did it all mean? Was it all a result of her longing for her companion who she was told would never come? Or did it really have some other meaning? I had to find out...

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