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Summary: The curse happened in 1692. For over 300 years, Isabella Swan has lived alone, afraid to be close to anyone again. But when she finally meets someone who captures her heart, the unthinkable happens, leaving her in a kind of danger she never thought possible.
( Epilogue )
- Mood:
distressed
Summary: The curse happened in 1692. For over 300 years, Isabella Swan has lived alone, afraid to be close to anyone again. But when she finally meets someone who captures her heart, the unthinkable happens, leaving her in a kind of danger she never thought possible.
( Chapter 17: Forever )
- Mood:
anxious
It's done. Finished. The last two updates of Maledictum Magae have been sent off to my beta. This is the first multi-chaptered fic that I've completed in about two years. I feel highly accomplished right now. Though I'm sad to have to say good-bye to Witchella, I feel like I've given her a good ending. (Or at least I hope). Who knows... maybe Witchella will come back? ;)
For now though, I must pack. I'm moving next week and my apartment currently resembles a dump. So not attractive...
For those of you wondering what I'll be writing next... well, I'm resurrecting Secret Prophecies. My plan is to go back to the very beginning and re-work each update, since I didn't have a beta when I first started the story. Then, I'm going to write until I've finished it. Unless I get really excited, which will probably happen, I won't be posting a new update until the story is complete. The purpose of this is to allow all of the readers to go back to the very beginning and read the story from start to finish without any delays.
Anyway, I'll be saying this later when the updates are posted, but THANK YOU to all of you out there who supported Maledictum Magae. It was my small, little gem of a story and I wasn't intending on having it read by so many, but you all have recced and pimped the hell out of it, so I thank you for being so devoted.
YOU ALL ARE AWESOME.
For now though, I must pack. I'm moving next week and my apartment currently resembles a dump. So not attractive...
For those of you wondering what I'll be writing next... well, I'm resurrecting Secret Prophecies. My plan is to go back to the very beginning and re-work each update, since I didn't have a beta when I first started the story. Then, I'm going to write until I've finished it. Unless I get really excited, which will probably happen, I won't be posting a new update until the story is complete. The purpose of this is to allow all of the readers to go back to the very beginning and read the story from start to finish without any delays.
Anyway, I'll be saying this later when the updates are posted, but THANK YOU to all of you out there who supported Maledictum Magae. It was my small, little gem of a story and I wasn't intending on having it read by so many, but you all have recced and pimped the hell out of it, so I thank you for being so devoted.
YOU ALL ARE AWESOME.
- Mood:
accomplished
Summary: The curse happened in 1692. For over 300 years, Isabella Swan has lived alone, afraid to be close to anyone again. But when she finally meets someone who captures her heart, the unthinkable happens, leaving her in a kind of danger she never thought possible.
( Chapter 16: To Wake Anew )
- Mood:
exhausted
Edward pushed through the back entrance of the hospital ER doors, the body of his beloved as light as a feather in his arms. Her head lulled against the curve of his shoulder. Her arms hung limply – one dangling against his back, the other draped over the hand that held her upper body.
Though blood stained her skin and clothes, the organ that pumped the vital fluid through her vessels hardly made a beat within her chest.
His eyes were midnight black, a storm that brewed with the ever-growing desperation of a man in need and on the brink of loosing all hope.
Nurses and orderlies stumbled in their strides, their charts forgotten, their gurneys halted. One nurse, startled at the display, dropped a sample of urine to the floor. The bright cadmium liquid spread across the linoleum around her shoes.
“Help me,” Edward gasped, his body feeling heavier with her weight every moment he heard her heart slipping away from this world.
And they all stood there. They all stared. The neurons in their brains could not function fast enough to overlook the monstrous appearance of this man before them and help the wounded woman in his arms. Their thoughts penetrated his mind, exploding around him like an erupting minefield.
Livid, the growl that rumbled through his chest was nearly deafening.
“HELP ME!”
- Mood:
tired
So, apparently I was the only one who submitted an entry for the ![[info]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/community.gif?v=3)
twilightsagafan banner contest b/c it's now the new banner for that community! I've never had one of my graphics be a community banner before, so this is pretty cool. If you're bored, go check it out and tell me what you think! ;)
twilightsagafan banner contest b/c it's now the new banner for that community! I've never had one of my graphics be a community banner before, so this is pretty cool. If you're bored, go check it out and tell me what you think! ;)- Mood:
calm
Disclaimer: I own nothing. All characters are property of Stephenie Meyer. And I do not get any sort of profit from this.
Summary: The curse happened in 1692. For over 300 years, Isabella Swan has lived alone, afraid to be close to anyone again. But when she finally meets someone who captures her heart, the unthinkable happens, leaving her in a kind of danger she never thought possible.
- Mood: anxious
Caius growled lowly to his right. “It needs to be disposed of.”
The eldest brother tilted his head to the side, examining her, and smiled widely. “All in good time.”
“Why don’t you go to her, Aro?” A deep, hollow voice penetrated the air as Marcus finally glanced toward the witch. “You know what you want to do, brother. She won’t stop you.” His eyes slid warily to the side where Edward clenched his fists, readying to attack. “Though he might.”
“I am not worried,” Aro said, never taking his eyes off of Bella. “The rest will handle him.”
He took a step forward, outstretching a cold hand. “Come to me, dear child,” he sang. “Let me have a look at you.”
He walked a few more steps until he was nearly hovering over her. She cowered away from him and the hand he so readily offered.
“If you touch her…” Edward warned menacingly, his entire body shaking.
“You’ll do what?” Aro spit back, turning his gaze on the young vampire. “I could rip your head off before you could even move. Do not test me, boy. You work for me. I own you and you will do as you're told. Don’t forget it.”
He looked back down at Bella; her body huddled in a ball. The stench of blood hung dangerously in the air around her. Aro licked his lips. “No harm will come to you, Isabella. Please, take my hand.”
- Mood: anxious
He lifted his head from hers, his thumb gently sweeping over the skin beneath her eye. She looked up into the sky then, truly noticing for the first time that it was snowing.
“They’re like diamonds, aren’t they?” she quietly asked, her breath billowing like smoke into the air. “Falling from the heavens…”
She looked back at him, watching as snowflakes clung to his hair and fell on his cheeks. His skin was just as cold – if not colder – so the flakes sat upon his flesh like frozen tears that would never fall from his chin.
Reaching up, she slowly wiped away the crystalline flakes. “Don’t be sad,” she murmured, pushing her forehead back against his, her lips hovering over his own. “I may be broken, but I will always be yours.”
He brushed his lips back and forth against hers, never laying claim to them fully, but leaving her with just a taste of him that lingered on her flesh.
“Bella, I –”
“I know,” she whispered. “I love you too.”
- Mood: calm
Disclaimer: I own nothing. All characters are property of Stephenie Meyer. And I do not get any sort of profit from this.
Summary: The curse happened in 1692. For over 300 years, Isabella Swan has lived alone, afraid to be close to anyone again. But when she finally meets someone who captures her heart, the unthinkable happens, leaving her in a kind of danger she never thought possible.
- Mood: anxious
