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Vital Instinct
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Ongoing, First published Aug 07, 2013
She looked at him directly in the eyes for a fraction of a second, before slitting his throat open. She stumbled backwards, still trying to understand what she was becoming. 
She looked to her right. Vinn was smiling.
"Before, it may have not mattered," he said, "but here? Instinct it vital."
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Phase 1 - The Core Story From the Author of "Devotion and Wrath" Every author has that one story-the one that doesn't let them sleep, the one that claws at their soul until it's written. For me, Devotion and Wrath is that story. This is not just ink on pages. This is blood, memory, obsession, and redemption. It's a symphony composed in silence and storms. And at its center: Zyran and Noor-two names that now live in every corner of my imagination. Zyran was never meant to be a hero. He was forged in fire, trained in control, designed for destruction. Noor, on the other hand, was the light he never expected, the softness that made him bleed, the voice that shattered years of silence within him. Their story is layered with betrayal, fierce longing, unhealed wounds, and love so consuming it often feels indistinguishable from wrath. This is not a love story. This is a survival story wrapped in obsession. This is Devotion and Wrath. In Phase 1, you'll find the raw, messy, aching truths behind Zyran and Noor's journey. You'll watch them fight-each other, themselves, and the past that refuses to die. And through every confrontation, every stolen moment, every sharp word and trembling silence, you'll feel how devotion can become the sharpest blade... and wrath, the deepest proof of love. But even as I tell their story, I must admit: another story has begun to rise from the shadows.