The Partisan Chronicles [Dystopia | Supernatural | Mystery]

Andrei and Rhian

Lidia Roska no longer attended market, no longer took her brother to the park, and no longer stopped to watch her lover preach. Forbidden from leaving the house, she tended the chores and her aching back. Each night, her lover stood outside her window—waiting, watching. Days became weeks and weeks became months, and her lover's visits became fewer. She had girl friends, or so she thought, but none came to call. The brown-eyed boy became her entire world, and oh how she loved him.

You should know, time is a tricky thing when you're expecting. One minute it's hardly sinking in and the next you can't see your toes. Then, time stalls to a halt until you're flat on your back begging for mercy. Lidia gave birth three weeks late. Poor lass. It was around that time her lover stopped coming around—no more waiting, and watching, and whatnot. And it wasn't long after that, a fire at the church killed the young priest and many more. "A sad, sad accident," they'd say, and the story was the same for centuries.

Taken from Royal Road, this narrative should be reported if found on Amazon.

Little did the villagers know, when baby Victoria entered the world, she'd inherited her father's traits—not grey hair and a moustache, but the steel-coloured eyes and the iron grip of a Partisan. Lidia Roska could no longer hide the truth from her family. They learned she had a taste for holy-men, and a few days later, she learned her father had a taste for fire.