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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 · Fantaisie
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~ 115: A Tour of Lurking Dangers and Passionate Fury - Part 6 ~

My pounding heart reached my throat and head, and my soul nearly left my body on hearing the sound. I didn't think that even childhood mischief could get one to feel like they would faint.

My instincts told me to run as far as possible, without trying to think of anything, lest I lose precious time and fall into the pit set up for the prey. So I picked up my skirt and started to run when I was pulled back like an elastic band.

I sighed in defeat yet nevertheless, I could get myself to fight either my heart or the situation. The fact that a dream seemed so real by only the sound made me afraid to step foot into that place.

'But before,' my psyche deciphered, 'you were saying that if Tymara was going to perish in the hands of the Queen Witch when she catches the descendant, you will fight them. Why are you backing out now?'