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Crimson
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FIRST PLACE WINNER IN THE FANTASY CATEGORY OF THE AUTHORS AWARDS 2017. Moving away to University is a breath of fresh air for Amity, after losing her brother in a way she never thought possible. The lights of the city awaken something in her that has been dull for a very long time, the buzz of people and the exuberance of life easing the heavy weight of darkness she has been feeling since that night. Little does she know, is that the darkness surrounding her is much more sinister than grief, and no amount of running will free her from what is hiding within... In this world, Crimson is all they see. Crimson is all they want. And the craving will consume you. *** "V-vampire?" A monotonous laugh rattled deep in his chest. "You have it all wrong Amity..." © ellzx13 24/09/16 24/01/2022
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Born between two worlds, despised by those who should love her. Being labeled as "defective", "incomplete", "impure". Suffering repeated and constant persecution. How could she believe in happiness? Her heart had been bombarded by countless insults over the years in her home pack..., but against the setbacks of life, she remained determined to overcome all obstacles and prove that she was not weak but "unique", as her father always claimed. Her Witch blood did not diminish her courage at all... But lately she had been feeling strange... dreaming every night of a man, or rather, of his silhouette. The strength he emanated was terrifying, like a being from the coldest, most soulless underworld... making her doubt her real existence and her own sanity..., but why, even though she felt a terror that paralyzed her body, she couldn't forget the sadness she saw in his eyes? They were begging... for what? Someone? A love? To be rescued? Who was that "God" that lived in the darkness? His face gave her the feeling of recognition, he was not totally strange to her soul..., but at the same time, she was absolutely sure she had never seen him before... her blood warmed and her heart beat faster... What did it all mean? Was it all a result of her longing for her companion who she was told would never come? Or did it really have some other meaning? I had to find out...

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