by kbengelbooks
The only way to break the curse.Is to kill the one you love. Alyenna was never meant for our world.They stole her. One moment, she is surviving the life she knows. Next, she is standing in Tendaara, a world of ancient magic, living steel, and creatures that should not exist. A world that already knows her. In Tendaara, magic is not a gift. It is a part of you.A part of the world. Here, you do not just forge blades. You forge souls. Taken in by a war-hardened general who watches her like a ghost from his past, and a forge master who understands more than he says, Aly begins to uncover what she was meant to become. But power here does not come freely.It is earned through training, through survival, through spite, and the will to never let go. Because Alyenna did not escape her keeper.She was moved. To a world where he has more power.And the Queen has them both. A Queen of Many Faces walks unseen, wearing the form of the ones you trust most. One touch is all it takes. One moment of hesitation, one question, one loss of control, and she is inside your mind. There is only one way to break her hold. You must kill the one you love. Aly will forge, and be forged.while the world holds its breath to see what she becomes. But what happens when the General falls? General Aethorien misses nothing.Not a moment.Not an opportunity.Not a chance to shape her into the weapon the world will need to survive him. Because in Tendaara, power always asks for something in return. And the more it grows…The harder it becomes to choose who pays the cost.(This story is also available on Wattpad and Inkitt)
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