Sugared Violets

Sugared Violets

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WpMetadataNoticeLast published Tue, Oct 17, 2017
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Fiction
Fantasy
A genius. Violet, a supposingly normal girl who happens to be a genius, found her dreams come true as she is unexpectedly whisked away to Waterlake High, away from her annoying aunt. As she joined to school of kids which are fairies, demigods and witches, she has to uncover the true secret of heritage, and her destiny, while saving the world from eternal damnation--- and learn to control her powers.
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In Elemental magic you can be one of four magic types; water, fire, earth, and air. The only problem is Violet is none of these things. Is she what they call a magic dud, or is she something rarer, more powerful, and more dangerous than anyone could have imagined!? Teasers, "Em, most girls sneak out for a boy, you sneak out for a unicorn." I began to cry as it reached for my face."No!" I screamed. "Please No!" I went to pull back the shower curtain, but some nagging thought in the back of my head stopped me. I didn't have a little brother, so why was there a little boy in my bathroom? I gulped and with shaking hands pulled back the shower curtain. "What!? How could that be!?" I yelled, and covered my hand with my mouth. Shouting wasn't such a good idea right at this moment. If someone heard us and came up here to investigate the noise we were making, they would find a boy and a girl, a bloody knife with both their finger prints on it, and a very very dead body. "Don't touch her!" he hissed and lunged at Henry. Running through the night wearing nothing but a flimsy hospital dress, while waving a dismembered hand in his hand, was a strangeness no regular person could hope to inspire to.

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