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

42.| Your Father’s Sins

Yuè awoke with a start, torn from his dreams which were more like nightmares than anything. So filled with the pain and hatred that he was starting to become all too acquainted with.

Cold sweat clung to him as he sat up, blinking as he realized that he'd been laid in a bed at some point during the night. He hardly remembered falling asleep after his vision of his mother.

Had that truly been real? It seemed too far-fetched to seem fake, or something that Yuè's mind had conjured as a means to protect his mind from the grips of rage and self disgust that still lingered within him like a festering wound in his heart.

He mourned the feeling of waking up to Gunter holding him close, the sound of his heartbeat ever so steady in his chest as the man refused to allow even an inch of separation between them. Yuè never had nightmares in his arms.