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Water Belongs to the Dead: Heart of the Witch

A young healer woman sets sail to kill her enemies and steal the heart of the prince her rival desires. She encounters deadrousers, cannibals and lunatics as she hunts for epic treasures and love. She finds out she can be everything she wants to be: a doctor and a healer of thieves, a lover and an impressively rich spirit aunt, but the price she has to pay will be paid in blood. Serenica Ingram is a brave witch in her twenties. She would do anything to be even better at healing. Mariana Kinley, a witch-hating witch and a ruthless businesswoman, doesn't like competition and drives Serenica out of her home. She joins the pirate crew of the necromancer, Captain Spade. The city of Neul that Serenica calls home is a hostile and degenerate place, ripe with rich merchants and homeless witches, but the mythical island of outlaws, Aja Vana, is even stranger. The western islands are populated by outcasts and Serenica would do anything to avoid them. Becoming a rich and respected pirate healer isn't easy, especially with both other witches and royals wanting Serenica dead. She has to sail to the ends of the known world just to get her stolen property back, and even harder will be to catch the eye of the Dreamer, the fair prince whom Kinley also desires, while fulfilling the promise to kill a king. WARNING: s*icide mentions, very mild cursing, violence, blood so please use caution when reading. discord link finally. it's an actual functioning server afaik: https://discord.gg/tmeZKG5dqT

IkuSaari · Fantasia
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302 Chs
#MAGIC
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#DARK
#FIRSTLOVE
#HEALING
#SERIOUS

Robes

There was a sound of great wings pushing air back and forth.

Everyone on the street turned their heads towards the sky to gawk at the beast.

"The Black Mountain's going to come for your gold," Serenica said to the Maroon King.

The old man turned his head away.

"You thought you would be let free after this?" Myorka smiled a dissonant, cheery smile, unbefitting for someone about to commit murder.

The two women were leading the former king away from the crowd, towards streets that were not quite in the rebuilding stage just yet.

"How do you reckon we could forgive you?" the bookkeeper continued.

Serenica just wanted to get this done. She was still worried about the tricks the old man could pull if taunted severely enough.

"I reckoned you might have a bit of human decency in you," he said quietly. "I was wrong."

"Oh, get lost, decency is for the losing side." Myorka snarled at the man, pushing him against a brick wall.