witch-hunt
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Bitten by ewinofthelake for Han_shot_first
Fandoms: Game of Thrones (TV), A Song of Ice and Fire - George R. R. Martin, A Song of Ice and Fire & Related Fandoms
31 Aug 2019
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The Black Forest, 16th century.
Magic roams the dark woods in the form of a girl, who is more than a girl and leaves a trail of death behind her.
She is feared by many. And loved by no one.Series
- Part 5 of The Deadly Duo in Time
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Minho searches for his missing brother in a strange town but begins to uncover more questions than answers.
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- Part 1 of The Secrets Within The Flames
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A thousand years of nightmare by fandom J and Kpop 2022 (J_and_K_pop), YUMI_YU
Fandoms: 방탄소년단 | Bangtan Boys | BTS
03 Sep 2022
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Хосок древняя ведьма. Его память хранит тысячу лет кошмаров.
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One night Fuuma found a desperate soul finding shelter from the storm inside church. Right away he was certain of two things:
There was something out of the ordinary about that person in way he couldn't pinpoint.
And that he'll be damned to let this one go.
Priest!Fuuma and succubus!Kamui medieval AU
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Burn Your Village by adreamofspring
Fandoms: A Court of Thorns and Roses Series - Sarah J. Maas
21 Feb 2024
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Feyre has always found comfort in the dark, away from the prying eyes of the Pastor and Holy Father above. So when a shadowed voice calls to her, finds her in her dreams and beckons her closer, she is not afraid, not until accusations of Witchcraft spread like wildfire through the village.
Long has Rhysand been trapped within the cursed book, tethered between this world and Hell, nothing more than a shadow that lurks within the old abandoned church, caged within its crumbling walls. He needs mortal hands to free him, and Feyre is just the person he's been waiting for.
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Merlin dashed over to his bed and pulled out his bag. He used his magic to summon the things he was going to pack and hurriedly shoved them inside. He could hear them now—murmuring voices and even some chanting.
With trembling hands, he fastened the buckle of his bag and slung it over his shoulder along with his medicine bag. Then, as he grabbed his old Sidhe staff, he took one last look around the room he’d come to call home before slipping out the door with a heavy heart.
Merlin’s plan was to sneak through the darkness into the nearest copse before starting to run. But he was too late. As he hurried towards the shadowy trees, he suddenly came face-to-face with one of his pursuers. The man brandished his torch in front of him, lunging towards Merlin as he roared out for the rest of the mob to hear, "There he is!"
Merlin turned on his heels and started to run. He could hear the sound of people pursuing him, twigs and leaves crunching loudly beneath their feet as they followed him into the woodland.
‘Get him!’ called a voice.
‘Don’t let the witch get away!’ yelled another.
‘Witch, witch, witch!’ they chanted.