webnovel

Lost: To Be Found

In a world full of magic, monsters, and mysteries; Dahlia was destined to take part in events that would change history. ________________________________________ Having lived a life of an abused and isolated child, Dahlia only had her studies to pass time and her plants to keep her company. After having been forsaken by her family, it's no surprise that her whole life began to change after leaving her home and being introduced to society. It would only take a single encounter between her and a seductive vampiress for her to find a new start to her life as well as a happy and obsessive love. Now with their fates entwined, the two are bound to face not only changes in their own lives, but also changes that will redefine their era. Going from being trapped in a powerless situation, Dahlia now begins her journey as she discovers secrets about herself, the world, and slowly but surely grows into power and becomes someone that would shake the world. ________________________________________ Welcome to my first novel! I'm quite nervous writing this but also very excited! Going forward, I'm sure there's a lot I'll need to learn, but I hope you enjoy the story and journey along with me. This story is going to contain some serious and dark themes. I can't do a proper trigger warning list because I don't know how the story will progress, but abuse, violence, gore, and sexual assault are topics that will be covered. Credit to the artist who created the cover art. I couldn't find the original artist's name, but I would like to give credit if possible. If there are any conflicts, please contact me and I can remove the art.

AngelAsphodel · Kỳ huyễn
Không đủ số lượng người đọc
242 Chs

Flow state

In the course of the last two hours, Dahlia had come to accept one thing.

'The space attribute sucks!'

Mentally, the girl was screaming, her slow progress to master the element was now fueled more by her desire to prove a point and 'defeat' the element rather than to meet whatever expectations her mother had put on her. Sure, she had made progress in these last few hours but she had also experienced more than her fair share of suffering along the way. 

In that time, Dahlia had nearly knocked herself unconscious fifteen separate times, had (and then reopened) a nosebleed five times, threw up eleven times, and had sweat so profusely that her light linen top clung to her like she had just gotten out of a lake. All said, the girl looked like something the cat dragged in, but even so the determination in her eyes had only grown.