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Amara's Curse

Fantasy Romance
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Lesen Sie den Roman Amara's Curse des Autors granolaNoats, veröffentlicht auf WebNovel."Human emotions are selfish - it is hard to control. It can consume you, and you won't even know until it's too late. And among these emotions, love is the worst of them all..."I drew the vial closer ...

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"Human emotions are selfish - it is hard to control. It can consume you, and you won't even know until it's too late. And among these emotions, love is the worst of them all..." I drew the vial closer to her lips and made her drink the potion. As quickly as she finished the vial, I fed her milk to help soothe its awful taste as I lulled her to sleep. This potion will help you build the walls you need to protect yourself. "You will not feel love or any emotion that is dangerous to your heart. They cannot hurt someone who feels nothing. You don't have to trust them, my child. You only need yourself" Little Amara started to drift to sleep, and before she closed her purple eyes, the orbs that once shone and sparkled now dimmed. Like her father's, it is now void. Like a never-ending abyss of nothing. "This gift is not a curse, this is a blessing. You will thank me when you are older" ------------------------------------------- Amara Millicent Wright is the female heir to her father's throne. Born from a loveless union, Amara never knew what it means to love and feel loved. In fear that her daughter would suffer the same fate as her, Beatrix - Amara's mother gave Amara a gift that would protect her from what she saw as the greatest enemy of all - Love. Amara grew up strong and independent, thanks to her mother's gift. But what will happen when she meets a man who's ready to challenge her and her heavily guarded heart. Conflict builds inside her as she starts to feel things, she never thought she would feel. This made her question things that she was once sure of the answer. Is Love really the enemy? Is her gift a blessing or a curse?

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THE BLACK APPLE

In a world built with lies, does the truth still matters? Who cares about the truth? When we're all slaves to power. .*. Her sharp sword reflects the moonlight as she drags its tip across the blood-stained floor with her right hand. Her floor-length white nightgown⁠- now stained red with blood flutters as she walks barefoot in the dimly lit hallway, slashing anyone who comes her way without mercy. The pupils of her eyes turned into a dark shade of red with golden streaks, filled with rage, she could only see red. She walked until she made it outside the east palace, her home— her prison. Several assassins appeared out of nowhere and attacks her altogether, before they could even touch a single strand of her hair, they were suppressed mid-air, unable to control their bodies. The swords they were holding fell to the ground as their hands try to pry off the invisible hand tightly squeezing their necks. "That's just the first step of suffering you'll have to endure, soon your blood will flow backward and out every hole in your body." Seconds after, the words she uttered happened and the assassins fell lifeless on the hard cold cement floor, bathing with their blood. Not bothering to spare them a glance, she continued her pursuit and walked forward. Arriving at the main palace, she scans her surroundings before going inside. Just as she excepted, six assassins flew down from the ceiling and launched toward her. They were much stronger than the ones sent to her residence. "This isn't too bad for a warm-up." Raising her sword vertically, she parried an attack. Kicking the opponent's knees, she hopped and landed on the other assassin's shoulder causing him to tumble back with a loud thud. Without falling with him, she turns mid-air and twirled her sword, slashing the previous assassin in the neck, whose attack she blocked earlier. Veering around, she slashed the torso of the assassin behind her, landing on the marble floor. She released her sword, and it floated, and moved on its own accord towards the three remaining assassins, piercing their hearts in one swift manner before returning to her right hand's grasp. As she walks forward more assassins appeared, and getting impatient she decided to use magic. "Halt." With a single command, everyone came to an abrupt stop, others who lunged toward her were left floating mid-air. "Hell's Tango." After uttering the command, the assassins were able to move again, but could only attack one another. She took a few steps and stopped before the palace's golden double doors, that's separating the throne room and the receiving area. She just woke up from a deep slumber, she didn't expect to be welcomed this way. She closed her eyes as if trying to calm down, everyone close to her is gone. Their deaths shall not be in vain. Inhale... Exhale... Inhale... Exhale... She sharply opened her eyes, and a gust of find blew from her back and pushed the double doors apart. Smirking, she looked at the person across her, sitting on the golden throne. . . . . . . . Instead of attacking, she stretched her limbs and yawned. "I was asleep for so long... did you miss me?"

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