The Emperor's Curse - Draven Morvayne
The mist of the forest curled into each branch, drowning the sounds and making the air thick. He advanced, every step a sentence, the veil of the shadows sticking to the skin like a silent poison, the sharp pain that reminded him of his invisible arrest. And then she appeared, like a breath of fire amid darkness - fierce, wild eyes that burned with a light. Loose hair, swinging like rebel flames, the characteristic of a being that uses magic, regardless of the color of your hair. When using magic, it gets red carmesim. He stopped, his breath stuck in his throat, feeling something he had not felt for a long time: vulnerability. That woman was not a common threat, she was the only antidote to her curse a torturous desire to light up. The voice came out like a command, low and loaded with promise and threatens:-Bring it. Alive. I want to see her break my chains ... or destroy me trying. And at that moment, the hunt began.
About The Emperor's Curse - Draven Morvayne
The mist of the forest curled into each branch, drowning the sounds and making the air thick. He advanced, every step a sentence, the veil of the shadows sticking to the skin like a silent poison, the sharp pain that reminded him of his invisible arrest. And then she appeared, like a breath of fire amid darkness - fierce, wild eyes that burned...Read more