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. I strolled into the dimly lit bar, the smoky haze curling around the low lighting, giving everything a familiar, gritty warmth. The place was buzzing with the usual mix of demons, half-breeds, and other unsavory characters that crawled through the underworld. My body still ached from the latest assignment Lucian had sent me on. I was low on energy, but not so low that I couldn’t make it through one more night without feeding. Besides, I wasn’t in the mood to indulge just yet. Sliding onto a worn…
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9.0 K • Ongoing
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My eyes, clouded with unshed tears, struggled to focus on the figure at the front of the room. Owen's dark hair seemed to absorb the light, creating a cruel parody of a halo above his head. With every smirk tossed in Jasmine's direction, my chest tightened, the pain a relentless tide threatening to drown me. My fingers trembled like leaves in a storm, searching the depths of my bag for the tools of my confession. The pen felt foreign in my grasp, its weight heavy with the burden of my unsaid…
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10.9 K • Ongoing
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The heavy door of the lecture hall thudded shut behind me, the sound carrying a sense of satisfaction that hummed through my veins. Jasmine's laughter chimed in beside me, her body pressed against mine as if drawn by some unspoken gravitational pull. Her perfume—light, floral, and expensive—clung to my senses like a familiar blanket. I tightened my arm around her waist, relishing the attention from the guys who offered their congratulations on last night’s game-winning goal. "Did you see…
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10.9 K • Ongoing
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I woke to a consciousness that felt like a delicate wisp of smoke, curling and stretching in the dim light of an unfamiliar room. My mind was a fog, thick and suffocating, as I tried to stitch together the threads of memory that would explain my surroundings. The walls around me were an oppressive shade of grey, the kind that seemed to drink in the light, leaving the air heavy with shadows. A chill ran down my spine, not just from the cold that seeped from the concrete floor, but from the creeping…
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10.9 K • Ongoing
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The first snowflakes of winter began their descent from the heavens, a silent testament to the changing seasons. I watched them from my window, each unique crystal a harbinger of the solitude that would soon envelop my home atop the hill. My mother's voice echoed in my mind, her final warning before she vanished like the morning mist: "You will never follow the boy in your dreams." Yet every night, when sleep claimed me, there he was—Nathaniel Lockwood. His presence was a constant comfort in my…
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11.4 K • Ongoing
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I was floating on the waves of sleep, my subconscious drifting towards the lighthouse of Nate's soul. The dream began as they always did, with the golden warmth of sunlight kissing my skin. I watched Nate from a distance, his laughter carrying on the wind like a melody only I could hear. He was on holiday, somewhere in Poland and I was thrilled that he could be so close to me. When I saw he was planning his trip near my village, I almost couldn't sleep from excitement. I reveled in the way his eyes…
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11.4 K • Ongoing
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The ground beneath me was still warm from the blood that had been spilled, yet my heart felt as cold and lifeless as the body I had been torn away from. I was dragged through the remnants of the battlefield, the once vibrant colors of the village now tainted by ash and death. My captors were mere silhouettes against the fading light, their faces obscured by the shadow of my own sorrow. They brought me to a tall figure, a witch who stood like a statue carved from darkness itself. General Blackthorne, they…
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