Prologue
They weren’t sure what Hell she had crawled out of, but they desperately wished she would return.
She may as well had been the Devil himself. They avoided her like the plague, and perhaps maybe she was one. They treated her like the Black Death. An infection circling the air like a vulture, killing those around her.
She was dangerous.
No doubt she was dangerous. Being around her put a paralyzing fear into people. It made their stomachs turn, their hearts pound, and their blood run cold. It chilled them to their very bones until they wanted nothing more than to crawl into their own skin within her presence.
They didn’t like her, but she was impossible not to be enchanted around. She was unnaturally beautiful, but the aura around her was an ancient lurking evil. A demon hidden within their sights and they were aware of its arrival.
Her raven hair was as black as the night’s sky. It flowed like a river down her back twisted into a braid. Her pale heart-shaped face was like carved porcelain. Long black lashes cast shadows on her high cheekbones. Her brown eyes were warm and inviting but clouded over like a storm. And her lips, a beautiful curved bow as red as blood holding secrets of her untold world.
Her name was Snow White, and she came to kill them all.
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