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Kiss Of The Night

A College student's soul transmigrated into a renowned Princess of 400 BCE who had a very mysterious and tragic ending. To survive from her obvious doom, she decided to have a lowkey and peaceful life away from royal struggle but she ended up falling in love with the nemesis of that Era, the notorious, ‘Dark Prince’ who was going to be the destroyer and damnation of the whole continent of that century. But, she didn’t know- She was the main reason for his damnation- For her, a lonely Prince turned into a ferocious monster, burning down the numerous kingdoms into ashes. ------ [Extract from the Story] In the solitude of an eerie night, I met that stranger again. He was standing tall and straight like a towering spruce, his profile dark against the moonlight as his long and slender fingers were wrapped firmly around the hilt of his unsheathed sword. His deep voice growled furiously while pulling out the sharp and shining blade from the bandit’s heart, “Aren’t you daring enough to lay your dirty fingers on my woman?” Drops of blood tainted the velvety carpet of the grass and the body of the bandit fell on the ground, numb and lifeless. I was awestruck by the smooth strikes of his sword and it was impossible to steady my erratic pulse. Suddenly, his cold and burning gaze fell on me. Though I never met him before, he still felt the closest person; an inexplicable sense of deja vu washed over me, creating an absurd familiarity that messed up all logic. Approaching me, he cupped my chin tenderly in his warm hand as his thumb gently wiped a drop of blood from my cold cheek, making my body shiver alarmingly. My heart was hammering in my ears and his compelling eyes riveted me to the spot. However, noticing his deep wound, I mumbled in a breathy and concerned tone, “Your injury looks deadly. You need immediate treatment.” A deep chuckle greeted me as he pulled me closer to him, wrapping his strong arms around my waist, "Don't bother about that, My love. Did I make you wait for long?" 'My love!! Is he supposed to be my damn lover?' __________ ‘Death is not a worry of mine Even if I must swallow poison I must have you, …’ ~ Lucian Mavis.
Drops_of_Tears · 1.4K Views

The Kiss of The Moon

Luna é uma doce jovem marcada pela dor. Amparada por um parente após a morte de seus pais, quando tudo dá errado a jovem tem sua liberdade roubada e se vê encurralada em um caminho sem volta. Quando Michael Preston, sexto Duque de Blanchard, retorna à cidade após longos anos, não imaginava que poderia se apaixonar instantaneamente pela jovem mais intrigante da região. A proximidade entre os dois desperta em ambos um sentimento arrebatador capaz de enfrentar qualquer obstáculo. Mas Luna guarda um segredo, algo doloroso que pode colocar em risco não apenas o amor de Michael, como também a sua própria felicidade. – Você fala sobre amor, mas não faz ideia de que duas pessoas podem unir-se por simples e puro desejo. Para muitas pessoas, é o suficiente, afinal nem todos encontram o amor. Não na sociedade em que vivemos. – Não acredito – ela afirmou, tentando afastar-se daquele homem. – Gostaria de saber, senhorita, como o desejo pode influenciar o julgamento de uma pessoa? Ela rezava para que ele não percebesse o quanto estava desestruturada. Ele penetrara sua barreira através de palavras e ela nem percebera. Não teve chances. – O senhor está sendo inconveniente. – Luna apertou os lábios. Não sabia como reagir àquela situação. Mais um pouco e estaria perdida, precisava sair logo daquele jogo de palavras o qual ela não sabia jogar. – Talvez devêssemos voltar para o baile, vossa graça – continuou, então ofereceu a mão a ele para que voltassem, mas sua fuga foi totalmente frustrada quando, ao aceitar sua mão, Michael acabara trazendo-a bruscamente para ele. – Sinto muito – ele respondeu. – Mas eu odeio bailes. – E, dizendo isso, Michael levou a mão à nuca dela, selando seus lábios com um beijo inesperado.
yui_n · 439 Views

Evil is Real

Not a sound, not even a whisper was heard from the Saint Claire household, it was though the devil came to steal,kill and destroy the last surviving members of the Eastern crusaders - the last line of defense against demons. It was a sad day for Zenemiah, the last son of Kish Saint Claire - a brave crusader who died in battle at the borders of their home land - Hailderguard. The members of the house hold gathered around the grave of their master, brother, friend husband and father, Zenemiah's mom and sister couldn't hold back their tears as the priest gave his final blessings to the dead man. " What will become of the household" - " the boy will be in charge"- the relatives of the Saint Claire's debated behind the crowd - "the boy is only 16, he doesn't even know what it means to be a crusader in Hailderguard", Kish's friend - Northington aforesaid. Zenemiah was just 16 yes, but he had already gotten some experience than the old chubby fools in the church - not because his family was rich, he had proven himself again and again in the church training camp that nothing is beyond limits as long as you set your mind towards achieving it. Hailderguard used to be a peaceful land - a place of the church, the Church of the Crusaders, until the devil came - from the depths of the earth, demons poured and their ways leading to the town's shores. To protect the citizens, the church formed a group of able-bodied men and women to slay the beasts, will the gifts of the Holy swords, the crusaders have kept the demons at bay - it was however unfortunate for Kish, who died in battle. The burial ceremony was over, Zenemiah's mom - Eve, called out the servants in the household and instructed to them to clear all of the dead master's belongings to the space room, just in that moment, Eve's daughter - Victoria interrupted when she was given further instructions to the eldest bulter of the household - Bartholomew. "Why are you doing this mother?".... "Father's burial was today and here you are trying to bury everything that reminds me of him, this is so cruel!".. Victoria cried out - "this is not up for discussion young lady,go to your room and lay your head" - Eve replied with such sorrowful bitterness... "If I may my mistress, the space will be come always for the children to still have a memory their late father" - Bartholomew pointed out.. "Very well, I'm sorry Victoria".. Eve said to her daughter, walking away with tears in her eyes. "Thank you Bartholomew" Victoria said. "It was no issue milady, but I fear the one person who's hurt more is your brother".. Bartholomew tried to sympathize with Victoria. Zenemiah hated everything at that moment - England, Hailderguard, the church, the Crusaders, demons ....even himself. ================================ It was 1845, one more year, he becomes a full pledged crusader but fear in his heart, the chances of him getting that driving confidence back is dim. Death is not evil not good - a law of nature, it can be evil sometimes and evil can be real
Davi_Mations · 8.4K Views
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