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Delina Kastel

Delina Kastel's Books(2)

The Burning of the Roses at Silent Hill

The Burning of the Roses at Silent Hill

 Young Adult
5.0
To live is to die many times, and be reborn to live as things you never wished to be born as. Victoria wrote this in her diary, hiding in the darkness of Redwood Mansion. After a series of tragic events... she was finally alone, this time, for all eternity. A soft ray of light found itself inside the pitch black room, coming just right at her feet. It was morning, but she could not rejoice the beauty of the sunrise. Maverick knocken on the door holding a plate of raw spleen and liver. - Miss, you need to eat! You haven't eaten in the days. She did not answer. She found the very sight of the food revolting. He sighed deeply. '' I know its not apetizing, but you need to eat.. you must not allow yourself to go blood thirsty!'' - I would rather die! - I'm afraid you cannot darling...
The Golden Bastard

The Golden Bastard

 Fantasy
5.0
Maegie Maegi My true queen Oh! Wandering Misery Descend upon me! Burn me down My flesh and bones Are all yours If you'd love me once more. The poem was tucked inside lord Edgard's uniform. It fell as he was stripped in front of the tall castle walls. He had lost. Such a meaningless war. Such meaningless love for wich he fought. Who had been the targeryen bastard to bewitch the noble man to loose his life fighting to give back her throne... a throne she had no claim over? ................................................... The corpses were to be left on the walls for weeks by royal decree. Strong man hung lifeless and decaying. They were to be stipped clean from history. Their own families having dissowned them for their tretchery. It wasnt hard to stip the weak from existence. It wasnt hard for the wold to forget the lonely. A guard picked up the bloodied paper and was chuckling to himself. Who knows, if not for his vow of chastity he would have ended up just like him! To loose ones life for a lying whore! To loose ones mind for a lying whore! How pathetic, how foolish of such an esteemed lord! Sudenly the sky over the city darkened, and a putrid smell of death came from above. - A DRAGOOOON!!! men shouted. A magnificent beast descended by the walls. Dark as the moonless night, the scales twinkled slightly silver. Silent and stealthy, it carefully moved its enormous elongated body along. On top of a exquisite Scorpion saddle the armoured rider sat looking menacingly at the gathering troups, then her gaze moved urgently to the bodies on the wall. At last, she found who she hoped she wouldnt. His pale copper mane hung bloodied and disheveled over his face. Surprisingly, he looked calm. Happy even. A nasty wound in his chest; a quick painless death perhaps? Maegoras heart had gone cold ever since she mounted her dragon, Stalker- the Wandering Misery, to negotiate with her uncle her husbands release, however unlikely it was. She had arrived too late. Overcome by grief she wispered to her dragon: " DRACSRYS" and the beast obediently engulfed the walls in golden flames.