Shadows of Souls
[Going to be restarted in July + all chapters have been taken down for editing]
The Kingdoms of Esterlyn have reigned in peace for centuries, prospering - but any kingdom built on the remnants of ashes is destined to burn. Years before her birth, the continent collapsed into war, the scent of rotting flesh and flames clogging the air, and the screams, the screams are enough to haunt even the gods.
Engulfed by power, by a greed for eternal life, a thirst to do all that his forefathers failed to - Athalos gave his soul for the one thing that could destroy all those who refused to kneel at his feet. A weapon.
And so she was born.
Asteria Whitehall plots for her kingdom, against it and with it, there is so much to gain from playing all sides. A destined Queen, and yet the pull of power is not as strong as the pull of the night and the whispers - whispers of fear, whispers to run, run, but she is not a force to be beaten. So she betrays.
Rell Duquesne bides time in the shadows, hunting, stealing, plotting. No one trusts the girl whose eyes burn gold and lips bleed tales of revenge - whose hands drip with poison and death and lies. So she waits.
Khesa Heraldin smiles with each life she takes, white glinting in the night. No human skin is enough the cover her eyes - raging like the crashing ocean - nor the bruises staining her knuckles like the seed of temptation, the siren's call, the blood. So she hunts.
And yet, faced with the looming fall of all they have known they are forced to fight, to forget their vengeance. But no war is black or white, no side fights for one goal, no warrior really forgets.
No soul is left unscathed.
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[Beautiful Cover by @watercolors75]
[Finished: Not for a long time :)))))]