MABEL
The moon luminates the forest around me.
I walk. Not anywhere in particular, I just wanted to feel the brisk wind against my skin.
A twig snaps beneath my foot.
I look down at the now broken twig, small splinters protrude from the snap. Taking the twig from the ground, I discard one half and examine the other. The splinters are a light beige, beautiful and pointed. And excruciatingly painful if used on the right person.
"If you could call them people..." I mutter to myself.
"Ooh darling," my body freezes, at the slightest sound of his sarcastically sweet voice.
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The Immortalem Saga
Teen FictionThe 𝐖𝐄𝐀𝐊. The ᗯᗩᖇᖇIOᖇ. The 𝕎𝕀ℂ𝕂𝔼𝔻. 𝐃𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐚𝐬 𝐢𝐬 𝐨𝐛𝐬𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐯𝐞. 𝐃𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐚𝐬 𝐢𝐬 𝐚 𝐰𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐤. 𝐃𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐚𝐬 𝐢𝐬 𝐰𝐞𝐚𝐤. When he is pulled into a world of evil, what will he do to protect the ones he loves? And what will he do...
