A Herdeira Flitwick
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  • Leituras 21
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  • Capítulos 1
  • Tempo <5 mins
Em andamento, Primeira publicação em jun 22, 2016
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E sobre a relva da última gota de orvalho que caía lentamente, banhada pelo pôr-do-sol mais perfeito dos últimos sete anos eu refletia sobre  a minha vida. Nem sempre as coisas eram da forma que esperamos. Olho para o búlgaro ao meu lado, suspirando e, ao longe, como se fosse banhado pela luz divina, Teddy Lupin estava treinando quadribol, abraçado com Victorie Weasley. O búlgaro me abraça e sussurra em meu ouvido, como se desvendasse meus pensamentos.

- Tudo vai ficar bem. Eu prometo.

Seu sotaque carregado arrepia minha nuca e, no momento em ele fala essas palavras, sei que nada está bem. Eu tinha que remendar a união que por orgulho foi separada. E, ao longe, vejo o meu lobisomem despencar céu abaixo. Eu tinha que correr para salvá-lo, mesmo que descobrissem minha condição. Na medida que eu corro, acelero os passos e, ao passar em frente a uma porta de vidro, vejo uma loba branca em meu lugar. Era isso. O Ministério viria atrás de mim.
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All The Queen's Monsters (The Queen's Slave, Book 3)

30 capítulos Em andamento Maduro

Everything was gone. I sobbed, my clothes ripped and I was bleeding, but it didn't matter. I had to get to her, to them. Had to find- Struggling to stand, I grasped my side, biting back the scream that wanted to escape. I looked down at my hands and red coated them, blurring together until I couldn't see anything anymore. I squeezed my eyes shut, forcing my panicked breathing to slow, until I felt in control of myself again. It had been so long, I thought as I turned my peeling and dry face to the sun, my fingers shaking as I struggled to make sense of them. For so long, I'd been a wolf, cursed. All that I was, or could've been had been reduced to nothing but an animal driven by instinct, bloodlust, thousands of lives met their ends at the edges of my razor sharp claws. I had no idea where I was, how much time had passed. My fingers touched something hard in the sand, and a jolt of information went through me as Queen Azalea's sword, gleamed as I pulled it free. My heart started to pound as sun glinted off of the blade, reflecting back at me. I nearly dropped the metal when I saw myself. I took a second look and saw white hair, caked with dirt, and yellow eyes, blue veins sparking in their depths. All at once, I remembered who I was. I remembered why I was here, how much time had passed. I am Azalea Marie Albescu, The Queen Alpha. A false queen sits on my throne, controls what's mine. I would have to make my way back to my pack, my family, and my home, if still there. I would rise again, as I had before, and reclaim what belongs to me. DISCLAIMER: AS WITH MANY OF MY STORIES, I DO IMPLICATE SITUATIONS OF SEXUAL ASSAULT/ABUSE. Not in any way do I intend to glamorize this behavior, I write about these delicate and painful situations because I myself relate to them and will always fight for survivors, including myself. Thank you for your understanding and if you are in any way uncomfortable reading these stories, I encourage you to look elsewhere.