Scarlet Lore
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  • Reads 212
  • Votes 41
  • Parts 14
  • Time 3h 15m
Ongoing, First published Jul 24, 2016
Mature
Sine is no stranger to death. She killed when she was Valaria and she killed when she was nobody. She killed an uncountable number once vampirism set in. She was always particularly careful about those around her. In this world of death and destruction, loyalty was important to those you cared about. 

She'd never worried about protecting him. There hadn't been any need too. There are ways to cheat death, however and she is willing to do whatever it takes. She'd give a million lives to the underworld if it brought him back. 

That might me easier said than done however as a war erupts, the veil between the living and dead begins to malfunction her time is running out. Then there is the mystery or whatever looming new threat managed to snatch him away...something or someone much closer to home than she could ever imagine.




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