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

25.2| In the Middle Of The Night (2)

Yuè took a deep breath, squaring his shoulders as he descended the stairs. He could already hear talk and laughter coming from the dining room as one of the maids escorted him. He dreaded being faced with someone even worse than Lord Peyton and he knew women could be especially cruel. He'd experienced it enough with the women back home. 

Entering the dining room, he nodded his head in thanks to the woman who escorted him, wanting to follow her as she scurried off, leaving him along with the guests and Lord. "I apologize for my tardiness, my Lord and Ladies." He said, bowing his head to Peyton, and then two unfamiliar women. He could tell they were related. They all had the same mustaches. 

The blonde woman with her hair spun up in ringlet pigtails that didn't match her age, played with her mustache just like Lord Payton often did. That must have been his mother, cause the other lady was old, back hunched, and looked more close to death than life.