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Caught Between Two Worlds

All Celestine ever wanted was to be someone powerful so that she won't be looked down upon. That was what she wished on a blissful night. And that very wish made her life go downhill years later ever since she came across a sacred pendant. When an invitation lands on her lap to the most prestigious university of Adrian, nothing could stop her from going there. That is until her life gets entwined with two men, the cruellest foes of each other which she wishes to escape from. But the universe paints a different picture. On a dreary day, she falls to her near-death and finds herself in the ancient land of Vitalis. With an unintentionally committed crime to her name, she must face the justice of the place where mercy is invaluable and death is inevitable and of little value. And so her trial begins at the mercy of the tainted hands of the Masked Tyrant. Alastair Arden Waldorf. Ruthless, cold-blooded and faceless. When things turn for the worse, will she be able to return to her land and not be involved in a terrifying history? Will she save, kill or escape from the tyrant to the other two men when he shall come for her? Shall love prevail between the two or will they stick to their time to avoid an inevitable curse? ~ WARNING: Mature Content (18+) Cover Design: imagineTishaD (Webnovel) Image Credit: fromKITnoc (DeviantArt) Want to support and interact with the author? Discord: https://discord.gg/ptUDZFYcU8 Fandom: https://realmsofmagic.fandom.com/wiki/Realms_Of_Magic_Wiki Instagram: https://www.instagram.com/rose.of.blues/

RoseOfBlues · Fantasy
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~ 106: A Place With More Foes Than Companions - Part 5 ~

I couldn't move my mouth at all, couldn't dare to, after hearing the death threat. It was as if all the gallantry that had existed before I re-entered the Alnor Palace with him slipped away from my fingers like water.

Perhaps, this was his safe haven where he could do whatever he wished and he wouldn't be judged at all. But with him being disguised most of the time, until he revealed his identity, it was hard to not blow off his cover while maintaining his temper, that is unless he was trying to be a law-abiding citizen in his own country to set an example.

Or maybe it was because he had my chain that seemed to sustain my weak lifeform in this cold and disastrous place. Still, the fact that when I was out in the open made me braver was strange. It might have to do with his intimidating appearance, which at the moment had such a dark aura that it could suck a soul out.