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Eternal Love of a Witch

Thomas Phyla, Prince of the Megalima Kingdom, who had been cast out of his throne and cursed by the White Wizard, happened to cross paths with Amara Iris, a Witch who had been imprisoned for hundreds of years. Iris used Thomas as a means of escape from the swamp of death, but when she realizes how much he is suffering as a result of the White Wizard's curse, she feels driven to work with the Prince to break the spell and keep Thomas by her sides as a soul mate. Because of the White Wizard's curse, Thomas was always at risk of passing away, he always died and occasionally came extremely close to passing away. When Morgan Lloyd, the werewolf who is thought to have killed his pack, shows up, everything becomes a complete mess. Iris is confused when the man suddenly decides to make her his life-and-death partner. Iris will do what? Will she leave with Morgan as the wolf's lover or stick by Thomas until the end and aid him in breaking the White Wizard's curse? "You are mine as long as we are linked!" Iris. "Whatever happens, I won't leave you." Thomas. "We must be together. You are my partner. Don't look at other men!" Morgan. Which choice will Iris make? A journey filled with murder, sacrifice, love, and warmth begins!

Winart12 · Fantasy
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300 Chs

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Morgan felt himself bobbing like he was on a lump of ice floating on cold water. It felt like he was half wet and stuck to the ice and he couldn't pull himself out at all.

Morgan gritted his teeth, he wondered in his head. Is he currently on his way to the afterlife? If so, he wanted to be a haunting ghost and drag Thomas along with him.

"Morgan…." Iris' voice came and went, sometimes it sounded far away, sometimes it sounded very close. He tried to open his mouth in response to Iris's call, but his voice seemed to get stuck in his throat.

He couldn't open his eyes. They were too heavy, and as if the darkness was forcing him to submit, he tried to struggle and move his limbs, but his arms couldn't move. It felt like they were nailed to ice.

"Morgan…." Iris' voice sounded again, this time weaker than before, echoing and slowly fading away.

"Morgan…." Another voice then echoed again, but not Iris's, is Giselle's.