We use cookies
When you visit our website, if you give your consent, we will use cookies to allow us to collect data for aggregated statistics to improve our service and remember your choice for future visits. Cookie Policy & Privacy Policy
Dear Reader, we use the permissions associated with cookies to keep our website running smoothly and to provide you with personalized content that better meets your needs and ensure the best reading experience. At any time, you can change your permissions for the cookie settings below.
If you would like to learn more about our Cookie, you can click on Privacy Policy.
Your cookies settings
Strictly cookie settingsAlways Active
What Am I?
Chapter 40 - Serafine's POV "Get ready!" my mother yelled, her tone filled with anxiety. I feel the storm cease for an instant, but I know that is far from over. It is now time for the real fight to begin. I grip her arm tightly at the weighted feeling of what's to come. We've pushed Silas's men back, but something doesn't feel right. It's too quiet. Too still. My heart pounds in my chest as I scan the field, searching out why this bad feeling has landed in the middle of my gut. And then, I saw him. Silas, standing on the edge of the clearing, his face twisted into a wicked smile. There's something different about him now. His confidence. It unnerves me. "You thought this was the end?" he taunts, his voice going across the field. "You're wrong. In that instant, the atmosphere around
- Writer
- chap_listContents
- likeADD
