#wattpad #fantasy In a world ruled by tyrants, magick is outlawed. Those unlucky enough to be born with power coursing through their veins are forced into hiding or hunted to the death. Cleo Volkova is a Huntress. It is her duty to her family, king, and country to use her talent for death to purge the...
"It's nothing" He muttered "Just a decoration.” In five words he made it clear, he didn't wanna talk about it. That's what he’d call them: decorations, the bruises and cuts and bloody gashes in his skin broken deep into his jaw and torn over his shoulders. It seemed like there was a new one every day, He’d call them all decorations. To him they were like medals awarded to soldiers of great wars, badges of honor from the battles he fought, and the things he had survived.