Kiss the witch hunter

Orphanage –

s smelled like damp

's slanted wall, her knees drawn to her chest.

red in raised ink under the f

oom and board. Effec

oat tig

rotting house of whispe

ood came free

board g

door creaked open. Sister Marguerite stood in the thr

e nun's voice was

face into emptine

storm. "Funny. The headmaster called tonight." Her bone-thin fingers brushe

pulse ha

alls below-not human, not a

ck, girl. The dark thing

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Academy – One

nd arrogance, twisted

y against her skin. The academy loomed ahead-a cathedral o

futur

ou

round her wrist.

turn

like frozen mercury, a smirk that promised cruelty. His blazer b

Vanth

"Do you always

-the secondhand shoes, the too-sharp collarbones. "Kyler

em. The lanterns linin

nched her

bs expl

nch. Instead, he stepped closer, hi

resti

ath hit

kne

as a riddle he'd waited years to solve-

sacri