《The Scarlet Logs (Book 2)》[4]-Blood. Steel. Iron.
Advertisement
West Berlin
1986
11:15 p.m.
Lyn fell to her knees, breaths labored and lungs on fire. Snow fell like fine powder and fierce gales blew her hair back. She looked at her trembling hands, burnt as if evil coals sizzled inside them. Her bow Styx rested on the ground beside her, transforming back to the pearl necklace. Anna, the phoenix haired beauty stood before her staring sullenly.
Irene kept her spot atop the boulder, observing, violet eyes blazing. Lyn broke into tears, submitting to the searing pain of her hands.
“I — I can’t do it,” Lyn said. “It’s too powerful. I can’t wield it!”
Anna’s hand smashed against Lyn’s cheek. Sparrows observing in the trees above dispersed. Lyn winced as Anna gripped the soft fabric of her dress and lifted her. Anna gritted and threw Lyn to the ground.
“So, that’s it? You’re just giving up?”
Lyn closed her eyes, hearing a blood-curdling shrill. A massive blade fell, followed by a wash of blood.
I was too weak. I couldn’t protect you… I couldn’t protect anyone…
Her hands healed a moment later, and she groveled on the wet forest floor. “Anna, tell me what to do…” Her face hovered a few inches from the ground as she prostrated herself. “I don’t want to be weak… I don’t want to see the people I love get hurt again — ”
Anna turned away, exposing her back to Lyn. The straps to her toga fell from her shoulders, stopping just below her lower back. Lyn stifled a gasp, face mortified. Irene released a soft sigh, looked away.
Deep scars lined Anna’s back, going in erratic patterns along her flesh. Her injuries also ran along her shoulders and down to her rear. To complement the scars, included several brands: Three conjoined triangles.
Anna’s face softened, but her body tensed. “I was accused of witchcraft,” she said. “I couldn’t confess to a crime I didn’t do. So, they murdered my family and made me watch…”
Lyn stood in place, dumbstruck.
“Cook Anna! Clean Anna! Pray Anna, one day you’ll find a good husband!” Her voice quavered, and her eyes became wet with tears. “I prayed right as they were about to burn me. While I was beaten and whipped. But they were never answered! Then, I realized — that I was a woman, living in a world built by murderers.”
Advertisement
Irene left the boulder, grabbed the straps of Anna’s toga and lifted it over her shoulders, giving her a comforting hand. Anna ambled to Lyn and scooped the necklace off the ground. She grabbed Lyn’s hand, uncurled it like a spider opening its legs and dropped the pearls onto her palms.
“I got away that night,” Anna said, voice solemn. “When I was running through that forest, on the precipice of death, that was when I met him…” Anna closed her eyes, pondering. “He held me in his arms that day and breathed life into me, Drake. I felt like a piece of dust and clay given life…”
Lyn took a breath, clenched the pearls. Fierce determination returned to her eyes; she planted a foot and attempted to stand. Anna nodded, stepped between Lyn and the boulder. Lyn inspected the colossal boulder, covered in dents and meager scratches from her bow.
In an entire month, she accomplished nothing more than a few dents. It infuriated her, and she called the bow’s name. “Styx!”
It glowed, morphing into the silver bow in her hand. Anna did the same, the bow forming in her hand, its string made of a cruel crimson heat. She formed an argent bolt of energy, aiming it at Lyn.
“You have two options,” Anna said. “Pick up that bow and fight, or die…”
“Lyn! Lyn! Lyn!”
Kalen’s voice broke the veil of her fantasy. She opened her eyes, shot a look at him. He waved a hand in front of her. Kalen opened his mouth, but as he spoke, a roaring train soared past them in the opposite tunnel. They stood in the subway, having just exited a maintenance shaft. Faint lights illuminated the way but were overcome from the darkness of stone walls.
“Lyn, you okay? I was talking and next thing I know you just zone out…”
She scoffed, pushed past Kalen. “I’m fine…”
In mere moments, her nocturnal vision awakened. She welcomed the darkness and the tranquility it brought. Lyn took in everything around her from squeaking rats squeezing into tight crevices, subtle electricity cackling from the railways or the Stasi patrol walking down the tunnel ahead of them.
Advertisement
Kalen sniffed the air and growled, like a wolf tracking its prey. He gestured to her to halt, turned and said: “Are you sensing that too?”
Her rain-like eyes glowed in the darkness, yellow petals surrounding her pupils within a sea of blue and green. She ignored him, pressing deeper into the subway to pinpoint the smell. Winding narrow tunnels seemed to go on perpetually as another train flew past them, scattering trash and debris in its aftermath.
Off to the side near another maintenance shaft was a security station where several armed guards stood watch, conversing in German and smoking Pall Malls. Lyn and Kalen clung to the shadows, stalking their unsuspecting prey. They raised their suppressed pistols and waited for the next train to pass. It echoed down the tunnel and a few seconds later emerged, bright headlights cutting the darkness.
They opened fire, scoring a headshot on each just as the train disappeared. Oblivious to the shots, the guard standing watch at the door drew from his cigarette, exhaled in the air. Lyn drew a knife from her boot, came up from behind and drove it into his lungs while also covering his mouth.
His screams muted, and she watched the light extinguish in his black spider-like eyes. She placed him on the ground and stood by the door, peering through the open slit. Two more guards sat at a table inside, playing a game of cards. Kalen stood on the other side, nodded and kicked open the door. The guards snapped their heads towards the door just as several bullets ripped through their bodies.
Their corpses fell from their seats to the ground; a pool of bright blood forming. Another man came around the corner, bug-eyed at Lyn and Kalen’s sight. He reached for the pistol still attached to his side, but met Lyn’s steel flying into his chest. He choked, looked down at the blade impaling him, and fell backward. Lyn ripped the blade from him and proceeded to a ladder leading up a manhole.
Kalen glanced at the corpses. Though they were East German Police, he couldn’t discern the difference between their uniforms and Nazis. Nothing changed in style save for lighter gray shirts and trousers. It only lacked a swastika or red band around the right arm.
So, fascism disguised as communism…
Lyn plopped open the metal cover with one push that made a prominent clang. Once again, she found herself consumed by darkness. She left the utility hole, checked her surroundings. A mannequin stood before her; a woman, face rotted all to hell with smudges for mascara on a rotted wooden stand. Lyn grimaced, kicked the mannequin down.
Thump…
Inside the building, she heard soft whispers followed by a bright light. A man appeared from another room, submachine gun and light towards her direction. She dashed for cover behind a desk with chairs stacked on top. The light illuminated a section of the room, identifying more mannequins.
Are you fucking kidding me?
The light hovered over her, going towards a door on the opposite end. She waited for him to pass. He strolled past her, weapon at the ready, proceeding cautiously. However, he failed to notice her body curled into a ball near the desk. Lyn raised her pistol, fired one shot that hit his knee.
The man grumbled, dropped his rifle. She swooped in and cut his throat with one deliberate slice that soaked her blade. His body went limp, and she dragged it away behind a desk. She stood, but stopped suddenly.
A sequence of red numbers appeared, clouding her vision. She closed her eyes and shook her head. When she opened them, the numbers flashed again, digitalizing before becoming bigger, closer, as if right in front of her. She felt a dull, jarring pain in her head, and groaned.
Melchior: Seven. Fifteen. One. Two. Nineteen. Seven. Twenty-five. Six. Thirteen. Six. Seven. Fourteen. Zero.
Advertisement
Change My Mind (Updates Fridays)
Alex Gartlan has abilities her mother tries to keep secret: abilities to manipulate what other people see, hear, and – when she's in the zone – think. When someone in her class reveals powers of their own and starts exerting them in frightening ways, Alex discovers that her family secret might not be so secret after all. Even weirder, this stranger might know what happened the night her brother disappeared: something that, up until now, only Alex's mother knows. It's a race for Alex to determine the identity of her superpowered peer before she is herself exposed. But once she starts falling for her dangerous classmate, can she protect her own mind?
8 170Italian Coffee House [BWWM]
A Recipe for a DisasterServing 6Ingredients:1 lb. Brute of a Sinfully Gorgeous Boss1 lb. Shy Beautiful Broken Waitress2 tbsp. Gorgeous Matchmaking Sister1 1/4 tsp. of Dreamy Crush1 cup of Sassy Best Friend1 bowl of Melted ChocolateMethod:Add Brute of a Boss and Broken Waitress to a large bowl together with a bowl of warm molten Chocolate. Stir well before adding Matchmaking Sister to the mixture. Heat one cup of Best Friend in a saucepan before drizzling over the mixture and again, stir well. Finally, for a burst of flavor garnish with a 1/4 cup of Crush. Do enjoy!--------★ UNEDITTED ˙˙˙˙˙˙Highest Rank: #1 in Romance - 10/08/22Highest Rank: #2 in General Fiction - 21/05/17All Rights Reserved.
8 175butterfly; tsukishima kei
everytime i hold you tight, it just doesn't feel right. you're in my memory, but can you remember me?- in which two broken souls started finding their way home.
8 219Soulmate Bonded: Jungkook xReader (feat. Namjoon)
Humans have soulmates. One touch and a bruise will mark them as bonded. They begin to need each other for energy to survive. You bond with Jungkook by touching his hand in the crowd.----If soulmates touch, they will both be marked with a bruise on their bodies wherever they first touched each other physically. Some humans never find their soulmates. But if you do, you begin to depend on touching each other for energy to survive.If you don't find whoever you bonded with in time... you die.If you can't stay together to give each other energy... you die.A universe in which you bond with Jeon Jungkook by touching his hand at a concert.-(This story also includes Namjoon's soulmate story.)--Highest Rankings:#1 in Fanfiction#1 in Jungkook#1 in xReader#1 in Kpop#1 in JeonJungkook#1 in Girlfriend#1 in Dating#1 in Soulmate#1 in Imagines#1 in Boyfriend------The original idea for soulmates+bruising is not mine. It belongs to a creative and badass writer named Mindheist over at AO3. I do not own the BTS characters in this novel.All plot is fictional.Cover by: ANarnianMaiden
8 194I Was Never Yours
When Arianna marries billionaire Zach Price to save her family, she doesn't expect to fall in love with a man who'd always consider her a second choice. An unexpected turn of events brings the couple closer together, but can a marriage based on lies and deceit ever survive? *****When Arianna's older sister, Olivia, decides to run away on the day of her wedding, Arianna is forced to take her place to save her family from ruin. But her new husband is angry, heartbroken, and seems to hate her guts. The cold, elusive billionaire Zach Price has never quite struck Arianna as the kind of man she'd want to spend her entire life with. She was more than content with her sweet, thoughtful boyfriend Noah, but when circumstances force them together, Zach and Arianna's hearts get entangled in a way she never saw coming. As the couple grows closer, they must battle the demons of their past and of the lives they left behind - especially when Olivia returns and decides she wants Zach all for herself. Content/Trigger Warning: This story contains scenes of violence and sexual abuse, and mentions abortion and miscarriage.[[word count: 100,000-150,000 words]]Cover designed by Ren Tachibana
8 243Uważaj co manifestujesz
Krótkie chaotyczne ale ma jakiś swój sens jeśli się wczytacie, enjoy
8 156