The 13th Seal: Unraveling Destiny

The 13th Seal: Unraveling Destiny

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Since ancient time, there lived two races of Supernaturals, the top superior races. Luxs, the race that lived under the Sun that reigns over light. And Lunars, the race who lived under the Moon that reigns over dark. Each race has a ruler, an Empress or Emperor perhaps in other terms, that has the blessings from the respective elements, with uncanny abilities and extraordinary talents that cannot be matched unless with the opposite ruler..... Or the 13th Seal, the most powerful being than the Empress or Emperor. The 13th Seal, is known to be hidden among the 12 Seals that protect the Kingdom.... The 13th Seal's job is to be the secret weapon and the next ruler to throne if the current ruler dies. But the existence of the 13th Seal no longer exists. Until now.
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Loving him was the cruelest kind of torment-a love that lived in the shadows, one that could never bask in the warmth of the sun. I was nothing more than a stolen moment, a whispered name in the dark, a secret he tucked away between the life he had built and the one he wished he could have. I knew, deep down, that I was a fracture in his story, a fleeting escape from the weight of his reality. And yet, I still clung to him, to the illusion that for a few precious hours, he was mine. But the truth was relentless-it came in the form of unanswered texts, in the way he dressed hurriedly after loving me, in the way he said her name with the same tenderness he once gave me. I had given him my heart, knowing he would never be able to keep it, and yet, I loved him still. Loved him as I watched him walk away, loved him as he returned to the arms of the woman he truly belonged to, loved him as I drowned in the loneliness he left behind. Because no matter how much I wished it to be different, I was not his home-I was just a place he visited before going back to where his heart truly lived.

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