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A Gamble with Death
Hera had never thought the day would come she’d stand to face death with nothing but a dagger and her ability to boot. It seemed she simply made the wrong decision of picking this sharp, pointed knife, but if she had chosen a sword or any other weapon perhaps, would she have time to master them? In any case, compared to the woman now sprinting toward them, her eyes intent at Hera, malice and thrill apparent in its glint, her sword-wielding would probably be trivial.
“Are we just going to stand here and wait?” whispered Yara, her voice breaking a little.
Sheels breathed heavily. “We don
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The Body Thief Prodigy
Elena stood looking up at the rosy hue across the now clearing sky, the golden fingers of the young sun piercing through the grayish clouds. She breathed heavily as a breeze ruffled the blonde lock of her hair. Closing her eyes, she clenched her fist on the hilt of her sword. It didn’t take her a long time to unsheathe and slash it in the air with such precision that she made a straight line. A yellow flash followed the trail of the track her sword had taken just as a big crack wounded the dimension.A smirk made its way to her lips when a sound of breaking china echoed and a glass-like dome fell like curtains on the ground to reveal the street where thousands of warriors were slain, lying helpless on the pool of their own blood. Wheeling around, she found Hera’s uncon
The Body Thief Aces in the Wrong Hands
All her life was a series of unfortunate events; almost always, it was a human who brought about the worst of it. She hated herself for what she was and for what freak she was slowly becoming. It wasn’t her idea to keep going back and forth in trusting people, but she couldn’t say she could go all out in doing so either, especially not when, every now and then, she turned out to be a witness of how ugly things could be once people put their mind on it.But haven’t she proved some had no potential of morphing into a monster she knew she feared? Or were they merely neglected in the back of her mind as her own prejudices filmed into the surface?
The Body Thief Final Standing
Never did it cross Hera’s mind that she’d be facing her sister once again, not especially in a situation where she was forced to choose whether or not to free her from her misery or save herself. The decision was made even before she could think about it. The president knew that and he was taking full advantage of it.Guilt weighed her enough for the past few days, years even; now that she had an option to lift the burden on her sister’s shoulder, she, of course, would not hesitate to prioritize her welfare even at the expense of her own. Of course, knowing the president, it would be naïve to think he would just let go of his slave even if Hera was to bargain herself, so either she thought fast of defeating him or die trying in t
The Body Thief Dance with the Flames
Hera couldn’t help but smile as she stared at the League. She understood now that she made the right call of trusting them. Whether or not the president was accurate to say none of them trusted her, it no longer mattered. They had their reasons why they have kept some things from her. She didn’t even need to hear it. All it took was the big curves on their lips despite their body cradled by wounds to assure her that, no matter what happens, they have each other’s back. When the president started throwing the ruble off him, Hera realized they wouldn’t get out of here unscathed anymore. The look on his face as he wiped off dirt out of Ivy’s body and the energy projecting around him like a wildfire ready to consume anyone near its radius was enough confirmatio
The Body Thief Epilogue
Hera used to be a dark rose whose thorns prick anyone brave enough to draw closer. She spewed this kind of scent creeping the hell out of everyone within the radius and even went so far as to cover her face and keep her voice to herself just to annoy their shits.But the truth about it was rooted in her sense of mistrust toward humans. With everything that she’d gone through, her seclusion was such a thick defense mechanism keeping her from ever falling to the bait of insanity.Eyes were the window to the soul. It spoke of a language complex than the verbal dialogue, and so, it revealed everything the mouth couldn’t express. Likewise, the tone of her voice would bring out some emotions she was trying so much to keep hidden. This was to be the reason why she threw the curtains of her hair down her face and tolerate the rumor of her being mute.Even with the many layers erected around her, it didn’t stop the League and Kioven to penet
The Body Thief Strange Orphan
Unlike the standard seventeen-year-old girl, Hera had strings tied in her fingers. She was but a puppet controlled by the words of Mother Tere, the head nun of the orphanage she was staying in. Even if she did choose to disregard the will of this puppeteer, she would not only face her wrath but also the anger of her co-orphans who likewise had to suffer the consequences of her mistake. That’d be because the orphanage operates on a grouping basis. The mistake of one was weighed to all members of the group. With that in mind, Hera was to be seen folding her blanket at four in the morning. It was an hour early before their call time. Breathing heavily, she stretched the thin fabric while keeping a lookout at the opposite double-decker bunker where two girls slept. Assured they were still asleep, she turned and looked up at the orphan lying on top of her bed. Since the girl remained unmoving, Hera poured her attention to her blanket. It assumed the tint of royal
The Body Thief Orphaned Fool
Hera cupped her cheeks as Ms. Reyes, their Creative Fiction teacher, drowned them with the ingredients for a perfect story. They’ve been discussing it for days but, aside from feeling bored and stupid, she learned nothing. She understood a pinch of what she was saying, though; however, more than that was just wishful thinking. Yawning, Hera directed her gaze outside the window. With her peripheral vision, she was aware Ms. Reyes wouldn’t be able to notice her spacing out. After all, she was a small woman, even by the standard of a twelfth-grade student. This and the fact that most of her classmates were sitting in front of her, vacating the four chairs beside her, concealed her from her teacher’s range of vision. Assured she’d never be reprimanded, she poured all her attention to the field just outside their room. She brushed the strands of her hair off her face to have a good look at the Narra Tree sitting in the center, its branches dancing with the wind, its leave
The Body Thief Cryptic Invitation
At three in the afternoon, Hera was to be seen standing at the window of the small house built in the Narra Tree. Her hands were leaning on it as she watched the seventh-grade students ran around, laughing beside themselves. Seeing their enthusiasm made her wish to be like them, to have their lives. Always at the end, she was given all the reason to accept the fate bestowed upon her by whoever shit. She sometimes thought that the Gods might’ve just been playing around too much that she ended up with a cursed life. Yes, the orphanage was just one of the few things she was accursed with, and enumerating the terrible occurrence she had to endure would cost a thousand pages. People might look like they care but, deep down, they’re just trying to save themselves from the retribution of fate once they neglect these children. That, at least, was apparent to Hera. A small smile curved her lips when a teacher came running to the field, chasing away the students who we
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