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12 Thrones
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Ongoing, First published Jul 13, 2016
Bounded by the chains of fate, Diane believed that she was cursed from the day she was born; especially when demons roamed around freely, after breaking out from hell. 

As she continues to drown in sorrow, a pair of bloodthirsty strangers one day appeared and offered to buy her from her parents behind her back. Unknown to her, those strangers seeks her hidden powers blessed by the archangels; mysterious enough to silent or eliminate anyone. 

Diane can either live to be hunted by merciless entities, become a slave and tool to those bloodthirsty strangers, or create her own destiny. The is the beginning to an end. 





"Who is born into this world, only to have their own parents wrap cloth around their head everyday, to hide their daughter's eyes because they fear her 'mysterious' powers?"



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♦︎ Updates every seven to twenty-one days 
♦︎ Published on 22 August 2016
♦︎ An Original Story
♦︎ All characters are original
♦︎No event or people are related to the characters; this is all fictional and is based on the author's pure imagination
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