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Banished From My Village And Mated To The Cursed Heir And His Brothers

[MATURE CONTENT] In a land plagued by creatures with a centuries old curse, the villagers of Ironedge are separated from the forest of Azar by beaded shaman strings to protect them from the dangers beyond. Yué was born different—silver hair the color of the moon and two toned eyes, the hue of shimmering gold and the Tamir ocean. Ever since he and his father moved to Ironedge 15 years ago, more beast attacks have been happening along the borders, causing the villagers to fear them. But when the Governor of Ironedge falls for Yué's unnatural beauty and his advances are rejected, he brings Yué to trial unfairly. For craving the touch of men, he is cast out into the forbidden Azar forest as all the others who were guilty before him to be devoured by wolves. But right when they start chomping, The Cursed Heir of Mythos himself saves Yué and brings him into a world of magic, danger, and secrets pertaining Yué’s family past he never knew existed. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- What to expect in this novel? - Dark Fantasy - Cultivation - Original Lore - There's curses, Chinese gods, and other cultures weaved into the areas around the map. - Fighting - Elves and magic and mythical creatures, including Wendigo's. So much more! Come check it out and be sure to join the discord! Discord: https://discord.gg/RHZcxJu8DM

TheLastRemnants · Fantasy
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56 Chs

25.1| In The Middle Of The Night (1)

Gunter was going to come for him. 

Yuè clung onto that sliver of hope as he nodded and smiled, barely paying attention to all the things that Lord Payton pointed out. The world was in slow motion, and they were going frame by frame. 

"Here we are," Lord Payton's voice cut through the drowned out sound of the market, pulling Yuè back to his senses. "What is your favorite color?"

They were standing at a large, tented stall, shielded from the snow that started coming down heavy. A dozen glittering rings sat in rows on a table in front of them. The merchant was a grinning and closed eye old man, seeming to be happy to help what he thought were love birds. But they weren't. 

Blue was his favorite color, but he didn't want to share anything personal with this man. "Green. Like the moss during spring." He said instead. 

Lord Payton twirled the end of his mustache. "You have such splendid jewelry."