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"For the angel of death spread his wings on the blast,
And he breathed in the face of the foe as he passed;
And the eyes of the sleepers waxed deadly and chill,
And their hearts but once heaved, and for ever grew still!"
— The Destruction of Sennacherib
By Lord Byron
His descent was like nightfall.
River Arden is a slave, born and raised she knows nothing more than servitude. After centuries of peace on the human lands, there is sudden destruction and massacres as creatures feared by all arrive. Some call them Lycan gods, Werewolves... to her, they are Beasts of men.
Her life is not made easy when the war Lord Lycan known as Hadrius, feared by all, develops an interest in her.
Mature warning;
This story contain s****l content, noncon, themes of mental instability, intense depictions of murder, and suicide which may be triggering to some.
This story contain s****l content, noncon, themes of mental instability, intense depictions of murder, and suicide which may be triggering to some.
Literary warning;
This story will be concentrated with extreme symbolism, an abundance of metaphors, and a hail of foreshadowing.
May require an older audience with an understanding of perspective.
Copyright © 2020 by Mad Carr
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