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Caught Between Two Worlds

All Celestine ever wanted was to be someone powerful so that she won't be looked down upon. That was what she wished on a blissful night. And that very wish made her life go downhill years later ever since she came across a sacred pendant. When an invitation lands on her lap to the most prestigious university of Adrian, nothing could stop her from going there. That is until her life gets entwined with two men, the cruellest foes of each other which she wishes to escape from. But the universe paints a different picture. On a dreary day, she falls to her near-death and finds herself in the ancient land of Vitalis. With an unintentionally committed crime to her name, she must face the justice of the place where mercy is invaluable and death is inevitable and of little value. And so her trial begins at the mercy of the tainted hands of the Masked Tyrant. Alastair Arden Waldorf. Ruthless, cold-blooded and faceless. When things turn for the worse, will she be able to return to her land and not be involved in a terrifying history? Will she save, kill or escape from the tyrant to the other two men when he shall come for her? Shall love prevail between the two or will they stick to their time to avoid an inevitable curse? ~ WARNING: Mature Content (18+) Cover Design: imagineTishaD (Webnovel) Image Credit: fromKITnoc (DeviantArt) Want to support and interact with the author? Discord: https://discord.gg/ptUDZFYcU8 Fandom: https://realmsofmagic.fandom.com/wiki/Realms_Of_Magic_Wiki Instagram: https://www.instagram.com/rose.of.blues/

RoseOfBlues · Fantasy
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209 Chs

~ 131: His True Identity - Part 1 ~

The Tyrant, in his red shirt and the flood of blood around him, took his own sweet time torturing the relatives of the late tailor, who had brought in the previous day.

The chains around their hands and necks had spikes, that pierced right into their skin, drawing their blood like a rivulet that just started to flow from the mountains. The tyrant had to only pull the little string around their wrists, necks and ankles to make them a bloody mess.

I tried to cover my eyes as I screamed to be let go. But my hands were tied behind my back and I was made to watch the sight in front of me. If I closed my eyes for a few seconds, I was lashed on my back.

Pinned rods were inserted into their arms and legs. Their screams echoed every corner of the prison cell and in my entire head as a vision of a bloody battle penetrated my head. The excruciating in my head and heart had started to take place.