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12 Thrones

12 Thrones

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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?" *'*'*'*'*'*'*'*'*'* ♦︎ 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 ♦︎ Any form of plagiarism, manipulation, will be reported if used without permission.
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She woke to a world washed in silver. The clouds hung low, heavy with secrets. And when the rain began, soft, deliberate. She welcomed it like an old friend. But this morning wasn't like the others. Between the drops, she saw them. Tiny beings, born of shimmer and storm. Fairies. Real ones. They moved like the rain itself knew how to keep them hidden. And in that quiet wonder, something ancient stirred. Everyone else rushed past, umbrellas raised, eyes down. No one noticed. Except her. One fairy remained. Still, glowing, watching her like it had been waiting. When she whispered, "Hello," the world began to shift. But the rain wasn't the only thing falling that day. A parcel was coming. A diary that writes back. A demon who already knows her name. And a truth her father buried long ago. The past isn't sleeping. It's waking up.

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