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HER SON

{NOTE! ~THIS IS A STANDALONE SEQUEL OF 'HER BLOOD'} In a world where immortality reigns, life knows no end. However, immortals are divided into two categories: the strong and the weak. The weak can be easily killed, often possessing vulnerabilities that make them susceptible to the superior immortals. * Tragedy strikes when my father, a weak immortal with a fated weakness, is killed by a man I once revered. This man, who cannot be vanquished, has also passed down his trait to me through my mother. I hold both my mother and this man accountable for my father's demise and all the ensuing events. Even though my mother sent the man into hiding to atone for the pain caused, I am certain that he will return. Only this time, it will be different. He will come back to complete what he started, to seek vengeance and forcefully take back what belonged to him. ***

FaeyVor5651 · Fantasy
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136 Chs

66. WHY ARE YOU HERE?

"Hey there."

A tender and sweet voice reached Keturah's ears, making her look up to see who it was.

She narrowed her eyes at the stranger who squatted in front of her with a carefree look.

He had red spiky hair and Keturah would've guessed he dyed it, but seeing his pure red eyes made her believe it was his real hair color. Why she believed it was because Alastor had deep ocean blue hair.

"Who are you and what do you want?" Keturah drawled as she watched him with her tired eyes and puffy eyelids due to crying.

"I'm here to help you sweetheart," he grinned charmingly at her and helped wipe a tear from her face but Keturah flinched and gave him a wary look.

"Alright alright, no touching." He raised his hands playfully in defeat.

With everything that had been going on, Keturah began to believe in every strange thing.

"Who are you?" She probed for answers.