Life is but a Vale of Tears

Life is but a Vale of Tears

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[ Dark Romantasy / Mature ] The Vampyres of Gale are amid a flesh-eating pandemic, and Faerie tears are the only known cure. Livinia, a Faerie healer, joined the Human side of a Vampyre war in Nival to avoid scandal and the captivity of an arranged marriage. Upon "Liv's" return to her icy homeland, she gets put into real chains. She may have leverage, but it's not something that will set her free, at least not quickly. The Nightcaster Court is treacherous. They are rich, haughty, and omnipotent, but they haven't been hostile toward Faerie-kind since the "Vale of Tears" earned its name. It was before Liv's time, but it isn't any wonder why her people fled Crystal Hollows at the first sign of crisis. Liv can try bargaining for the freedom she never had, but, as a rule, the Nightcasters are fickle and cruel. To complicate things further, there's Corbin, the ailing heir - gifted, powerful, grateful for a second chance. He's everything his family is not, but a Vampyre is still a Vampyre, and love isn't love if there are chains attached to it. | ONC2025 Shortlist | - Now a "complete" full-length novel
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He walks forward, pressing the blade into his throat. His skin is taunt against the serrated edge, and blood beads around it until it drips down his neck in a crimson trail. My eyes widened, wanting it. He is looking at me with those dangerous, glinting green eyes, daring me. "Kill me, then. If you feel nothing, you can kill me. Then you can leave.The choice is up to you. It always has been," He whispers. His words leave me as cold as the blade at his throat. My heart is subjected to this stabbing pain, like I'd turned the knife on myself, and I would rather it be like that. "But if you don't," he whispers," you are mine and all mine. We will rule the dawn of a new age, we will complete our bond, and you will forget about her. Make your choice." I can hear my heart beat in my ears, and I swallow agaisnt the rush. These are my options. Kill him, or agree to be his. I make my own choice. I can not take my freedom away. I can not be the mate he wants, but I can not kill him. With a deep breath, I turn the knife on myself. Aurora, a girl with only one name and abandoned at birth in a war torn land, finds herself lost in a sea of witches, drowning in everything she can never have. Or so she thinks, the night a divine interference rips her from her home leads to a butterfly effect of deadly, chaotic spirals. Something dwells in the unknown shadows of Aurora's soul, something lurking just behind the screen of consciousness, something passed down through the generations as greater beings try to avoid the annihilation of our world. Is she just another part of the fall out, another victim to an unending tragedy between two cosmic beings? There's only one thing that can help her, and it stands before her in the form of a green eyed werewolf mercilessly killing the witches she's grown up loving. She thinks he can protect her, but what will she do when he needs protection...from her? #12 in destruction #11 in strife

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