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DEATH'S OWN

Born with an unusual birthmark, the shape of a skeleton’s head with rose patterns round about it on her neck, many believed she would only bring bad luck to those around her. This belief was solidified when two of her suitors died unexpectedly right after a visit to her home. Such a thing should come as a bother to any woman but the same could not be said about Nyx. She didn't care if the beliefs about her were true or false. She never liked any of her suitors. Her heart had always been longing for a certain man whom she was very familiar with in her childhood but ceased to appear before her the moment she entered adolescence. Since she knew him one thing was very certain about him, he was not human since he never aged. Not even once. Believing he would one day come again, Nyx was prepared to wait until the day they would meet again. But not everything goes as planned. Having a sickly mother whose only wish was to see her daughter get married and an influential suitor who didn't mind the deaths around her, Nyx soon found herself married off and her mother passed away leaving a father who dreaded her existence and a husband she never loved. **** From a distance he watched her grow, keeping his distance from her, staying within the shadows. As she aged slowly into adulthood, the mark on her neck became more prominent and so was her scent. He wanted her to grow, but when she finally came of age, he thought she would be better without him. But as time wore on and other men began to show interest in her, he could not hold back nor could he let them have her. He discarded those who had an interest in her but one of them slipped through his fingers while he was away and took her. He waited to see if she was happy with her life, with that man, if she was, then he would let her be. She would be able to live a happy life this time unlike the previous one, but everything changed when the forces from the underworld learned of her existence and her connection with him. Her husband was killed which he permitted and her life was in constant danger. Keeping the distance was no longer an option and he once again appeared before her.
Blessing_O · 51.4K Views

Our Will be Done

Love is a means to an end, and All is fair in love and war. The Emperor's fiancé certainly thought so. Arianna would have bet her life upon it. Until her place was usurped by a commoner who had won his highness' heart. Simply because the commoner was some sort of Saint. As though a god's favour was enough to raise a commoner equal to a daughter of the Rosales. Now her means stolen from her, and her end changed, she does not lament her fate. She does not pray for a new chance at life. To do better. To be better. No. No, Arianna's last moments were filled with nothing but the fury and indignation that came with realizing too late who her enemy really was. The mistress had no fault. Who could say no to the person who wields supreme power over you? No. If Arianna had one regret, it was that she would not be able to ruin the Emperor as easily as he ruined her. Lucia, her sister, agrees it will not be easy to ruin the Emperor. That does not mean she thinks it is not worth doing. Arianna may have been a witch, a tyrant in the making, a woman who had no business being the mother of the empire... Lucia would deny none of it. She would be the first to proclaim it even. That said, too damned bad, that was Lucia's sister and no one else was allowed to treat her poorly. With a little bit of magic, and a great deal of luck, the two sisters steal their lives back. Now young once more, before the egotistical Crown Prince is old enough to take the throne... Arianna and Lucia have plans in store.
AFoster · 10.5K Views
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