In the midst of the darkened roses, a girl ventured forth, her body adorned with scars from battles unknown. Undeterred, she continued her path until she reached the heart of that eerie realm.There, a solitary grave stood before her. With an air of melancholic assurance, she perched atop the tombstone, a wistful smile gracing her lips. The moonlight filtered through the twisted branches above, casting an ethereal glow upon her face.With a dark smile upon her face, she said, "Revenge has blinded me, my brother.""Veil of Thorns"The girl stepped onto her balcony, surrounded by nothing but glass, suspended high above the ground. With a majestic pen in hand, she began to inscribe her story with a hint of ferocity, "The tale of siblings, two outsiders amidst ordinary beings. Both brothers, captivated by a girl from their school, yet oblivious to the other's infatuation.That girl, as silent as the grave and as serene as the ocean, held the key to their hearts. Little did they know thei
Draconian swung open her house door, revealing her mother, Lily, who was feeding her pet lizard."Hello, Mother Lily," Draconian said with a steely glint in her eyes.Lily looked up, unfazed by her daughter's demeanor. "Welcome home, sweet home," she replied, a hint of intrigue in her voice.Draconian scoffed, "Sweet? This home is infested with psychic creatures."Lily raised an eyebrow, her tone calm yet cryptic. "Home is where we hide our emotions, our secrets.""Homes are just walls," Draconian shot back, her voice growing fiercer. "The heart is where we truly conceal our emotions."Just then, her father, Vold, made his entrance, oozing confidence with his handsome face, curly hair, and teeth that gleamed like a vampire's."Didn't you forget your father, Vold?" he playfully teased.Draconian grinned, her demeanor savage as ever. "How could I forget? You're the one who brings excitement to this place, making my life less like hell."Vold chuckled, unphased by his daughter's sharp wo
Draconian started to write her novel, 'Everyday, ocean thunder, bark in anger. One day, the ocean suggested me to find my family, and when I found them, it was lovely. But they were like a battleground, full of fighting, a cold war.'Finishing is better than leaving stains,' that's what I believe, but true love doesn't leave any stains in its way; otherwise, it can cause destruction."She was writing in her glass balcony when suddenly a majestic wolf leaped onto it, its eyes gleaming with wild vitality."Hello, Wolfy, you came after so long," she greeted the untamed visitor warmly, a smile playing on her lips as she continued to write.As she continued to pet him, Draconian couldn't help but express her affection for wolves. "You know, I love wolves," she murmured. "But not the ones that live in my home!"The wolf seemed to understand her words, and a low growl rumbled in his throat."After that night.Draconian wakes up and went to her bathroom. As she goes, she sees her behavior, ye
She came, her high heels clacking with every step, exuding an air of regal confidence. But little did she know, being a queen is like drawing a lucky card – but luck... it always sticks with me.....always.My body trembled, old anxieties resurfacing like a relentless tide. I had hoped they were gone, but anxiety doesn't announce its arrival.She smirked, finding amusement in my distress, and tightened her grip around my neck.Heroin, my courageous friend, stepped in, "Mom, what are you doing to her? Stop!"I stammered, trying to defend myself, I said"Heroin, let her be. She wa..nts to stand fr..om my feet."With a cruel tug, she yanked my hair and forced me towards the stairs. With an ominous tone, she threatened, "The whole year, you've basked in the presence of your father figure, but he's gone for 15 days now. The fun I'm about to unleash, nobody can anticipate.""Lily's face contorted into a dark smile as she spoke, "If a lion takes a step back, it's not a sign of fear, but a pre
"love knows limits, yet hate remains boundless"Draconian stood before her brother's grave, feeling the weight of loss and despair. With trembling hands, she spoke to the departed soul, sharing her pain and frustrations with the world. The darkness of her past with Lily lingered, adding to her burden.As the hours passed, she reluctantly left the graveyard, only to find herself in a desolate place, surrounded by cold mountains. In this isolated landscape, she faced another danger, encountering three fierce wolves. Overwhelmed and unable to defend herself, Draconian found salvation in the form of a young man who courageously fought off the wolves, rescuing her and taking her away from harm's reach.Together in his car, they fled the perilous scene, leaving behind the haunting presence of the wolves. Bound by the shared experience, Draconian and the young man found solace in each other's presence, grateful for the unexpected connection that brought them together in their time of need.I
"That was the battleBut this is the war"Draconian proceeded towards her house, the darkness of her soul cloaking her path like a somber embrace. As she approached the doorway, a chilling sight awaited her – her real death brother stood there, an ethereal presence amidst the shadows. His voice echoed hauntingly as he whispered, "I'm with you, you're not alone in this battle."Draconian's heart quickened, caught in a maelstrom of emotions. Shock and disbelief washed over her as she rubbed her eyes in an attempt to grasp reality. "Is this real?" she wondered, only to find an BIG empty entrance after wiping away the uncertainty. A mix of fear and reassurance enveloped her, a testament to the weight of her restless thoughts.In the stillness of the dawn, she acknowledged that her past was a battleground where she fought countless internal wars. But now, as darkness and destiny converged, she recognized this was more than just a battle – it was her own war, a personal odyssey shrouded in
[Reminder]"Why does Draconian want to be close with Lavish and Yearn?Because when she tasted the blood of Lavish in her school restroom, she saw in her vision that he is a wolf, just like his father. A wolf is the one who murdered her mother."And she wants to be close with Yearn because when she tasted his blood, she didn't receive any vision, yet she had bitten him, which drew her towards him. However, she remains unaware that Yearn and Lavish are actually brothers."She was talking to herself with her soft nature,"Love is like a drug; you never know when you'll get addicted to it." In her dark voice she said,"But if there's hate, you never know when you'll destroy it."Draconian resided within the confines of Deck's body, her voice a quiet murmur. "One aspect I appreciate about love is its power to embolden you against the world. However, conversely, it can render your heart vulnerable. After all, you're not solitary in your heart; you've entrusted the key to that space to someon
"Photos may lack a voice, but they hold the power to whisper countless untold stories."Draconian's room was now a patchwork of photographs, each one a piece in her puzzle. Gently, she added the principal's and Mrs. Antrum's photos to the mix.In her somber tone, she muttered, "Hurry pushes you to the edge, but it's the storm that owns the precipice."Stepping onto her balcony, she turned her attention to her writing, crafting the next chapter of her novel. "The storm, driven and faster, surged forth, obliterating any obstacle daring to cross its path. "Behind every enigmatic smile lies a world of mysteries.""The next day dawned."As Draconian descended the staircase, she found the house deserted, save for her grandmother.Her grandmother's voice was dipped in mystery as she remarked, "You seem to be in quite a hurry."Taken aback, Draconian glanced at her, prompting her grandmother to continue, "Could you do me a favor? Visit the market and fetch me a knife."Draconian's voice, now