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“Come on, Silas. You know I will fail if you don’t let me copy.” Xavier said. He was flipping through the Spell Craft 103 text book, stuck on the essay they were having to write by Friday. “If you haven’t started by now, I doubt even with my answers you will pass,” Silas said softly as he scribbled away in his notebook. Xavier groaned and slammed his head on the desk making me laugh. “Why didn’t you start, man?” I asked. “Amelia fucking Davis.” Xavier smirked at me, “Need I…
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86.0 K • Ongoing
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The crunch of snow underfoot was the only sound that punctuated the stillness of the Russian winter. The chill seemed to seep into my bones, a cold that no amount of threadbare clothing could shield me from. My mother's soft humming, a tune that had been passed down through generations, did little to warm the two rooms we called home. But it was a comfort, a small fire in the hearth of my heart. "Pietro, moy malen'kiy voin," my mother would say, her voice a whisper against the howling wind outside. My…
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77.2 K • Completed
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The ground beneath my feet turned traitor, a slick deceit that sent me sprawling. I went down hard, the breath knocked from my lungs, the taste of copper filling my mouth. My palms scraped against the unyielding stone path, the pain a sharp reminder of my clumsiness—or rather, the enchantment that seemed to have claimed me as its puppet. I pushed myself up, my cheeks burning with a mix of embarrassment and fury, only to slip again, my feet sliding out from under me as if greased. I couldn't help but…
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86.0 K • Ongoing
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The cool night air brushed against my fingertips, tinged with the faint scent of freedom. I stretched higher, my muscles straining as the rusted window latch gave under the pressure. It was open now, a thin crack of possibility, the outside world so close I could almost taste it. For the first time in what felt like forever, hope flared hot and sharp in my chest, pushing against the numbness that had threatened to consume me. But then, the hair on the back of my neck prickled, the primal sense of danger…
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10.9 K • Ongoing
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The warmth of the room was suffocating, cloying in its false comfort. The flickering torchlight carved sharp shadows across the walls, the movement making the general’s expression seem even more grotesque. My heart pounded beneath the weight of his command, each beat a stark reminder of my silence and powerlessness. The eager Vila stood ready, eyes bright with anticipation. The annoyed Vila leaned against the wall, her arms crossed, a scowl twisting her lips. I felt frozen, bound by more than just the…
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11.4 K • Ongoing
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I stood in the sterile glow of the funeral home's back room, the scent of death and antiseptic mingling in the air. The body before me was still warm, the life I had just extinguished still lingering like a specter. Ron's death should have quenched the fire that raged within me, but it had only stoked the flames higher. Killing him had awakened something dark and insatiable, a hunger that gnawed at my very soul. I had hoped that his death would bring me peace, that it would honor my mother's memory and…
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77.2 K • Completed
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I was sprawled across the worn-out sofa in the common room, the glow of my phone casting a soft light on my face. The chatter around me was a familiar symphony, punctuated by the occasional burst of laughter or the clink of mugs on the coffee table. It was one of those rare evenings where the weight of impending exams hadn't yet suffocated the air with tension. My fingers scrolled mindlessly through my feed, a stream of memes and magic theory debates, when a pair of names sliced through the noise,…
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86.0 K • Ongoing
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I drummed my fingers against my thigh, glancing at the clock on the wall for what had to be the hundredth time. Practice had run over, and Coach wasn’t one to wrap things up just because we’d hit the scheduled end time. My jaw clenched as he gave us another rundown on defense strategy, the urgency pulsing in my chest growing by the second. It had been hours since I’d left her there in the basement. Too long. Kira was probably waiting, wondering if I’d forgotten her. I’d be lying if I said the…
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10.9 K • Ongoing
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The bread was still in my hand when I woke, cold and stale, its edges rough against my palm. It was real. Solid. A stark reminder of something I hadn't considered in what felt like an eternity: survival. I stared at the meager offering, its weight echoing the stranger's words in my mind. "There will be a time when you'll have to make a choice—live or die." The choice should have been obvious. Most people fought to live, clinging desperately to the thread of life. But me? I didn't know if I wanted to…
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11.4 K • Ongoing
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The battlefield was alive with shadows and flame. I stood in the thick of it, my body moving in perfect synchronicity with the darkness swirling around me. Demons clashed and screamed, their blood staining the air as swords clanged and spells crackled with energy. The ground shook beneath the weight of our war, and Hell itself seemed to roar in fury. Lucian had sent me here, as always. This fight was for him—a show of power, a reminder of who reigned supreme in Hell’s twisted hierarchy. And me? I was…
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9.0 K • Ongoing
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