Recent content by Amelita

Amelita looked closely at the paper, shocked that this long scroll was longer than Amelita was tall, maybe even twice as long! What was more of an issue was how small the writing was, causing her to squint her eyes in concentration. Did she need glasses? Was that the issue? Amelita would never...

She who had no friends glanced down at the black cat beside her. Well, she didn’t take bones from this cat— or any black cat that was still living. Amelita found it funny how some parents would bury a beloved pet, and she found it funnier yet when it turned out the few meters of barren ground...

Roseline had carried Zola, bridal style with more exertion she’d like to admit to, into the hall. At first she set her on a chair but with Zola’s head lolling off to the side and her limbs looking so limp, Roseline couldn’t help but think she looked dead. She didn’t like the look of a dead Zola...

“I know the game by now,” Roseline sniffed but the smile hadn’t faltered, feeling Zola limp in her arms. She’d worry about everything else later, now was the fun part: tying her up! Plucking a strand of hair from her head she transformed it into rope with a simple whispered college spell. The...

Roseline was fighting Zola back with stern gentleness, or at least she was trying to. The blonde was strong. Who didn’t like a strong and spunky blonde? They were the perfect foil to the tall, dark and handsome love interests found in her enemies-to-lovers romance books. The redhead was smiling...

“Or yours.” Roseline chirped. It hadn’t hurt her feelings in the slightest that Zola had refused her offer, if anything, it made her admire her even more. If Zola had complied so easily, well… where was the excitement in that? She had always loved the will-they-won’t-they? romances in her...

How splendid! Roseline’s motherly smile reached further across her face and if she didn’t know better she’d have thought she was crying tears of joy. Unfortunately these tears came from the side effects of using her illusion magic, even with the runes etched into her face, they never could stop...

She wasn’t a hardy dreadlord. Roseline had to be honest with herself when she was twelve years old and had to accept that her magic wasn’t suited to ripping enemies apart. It was a sad day for her, filled with disappointment and tears and blood as she put dear Freddie in a deep sleep before...

“It must be because of your scary face,” Roseline said sweetly enough. “Or she has no sense of self-preservation.” She shook her head. “She woke them up so now all her men had to die painfully.” The redhead complained to Erodin. “They could’ve had a nice dream. Everyone deserves a nice dream...

“How lovely.” Roseline said after hearing Zola speak. Her voice carried easily, as it always seemed to back in the Academy. Even while she was hiding the voice was crystal clear. It helped that the blonde helped to confirm her identity. “I know her.” The redhead told Erodin, a smile on her face...

It worked, as was to be expected. He looked at her, and like all the others, he fell asleep. The issue was, he also fell. Roseline didn’t have the time to find him. Erodin was on the move and she had to keep up with the illusion. Working in tandem together proved well however, especially when...

“Someone’s popular.” Was Roseline’s only reply, her eyes following after her dagger and how it seemed to eagerly go to the dreadlord’s hand. There were a few possibilities, telekinesis being a big one. However, if the dreadlord was using telekinesis, wouldn’t something bigger be hurdling towards...

She heard Erodin shouting her name, and when she followed his finger, she saw someone who had some sense of self-preservation going to fight the wraiths that Erodin had brought forward. What was more impressive than his swordsmanship, which Rosaline didn’t find very impressive to begin with, was...