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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

Journey to the Western Region

Since early in the morning, Iris had woken up Thomas and Morgan. It didn't take long for them to get ready. In just ten minutes, the two people were ready, Morgan led his horse and Thomas, who was already sitting on it. At first glance, they looked like brothers getting along well.

"I ... let me be with Thomas!" Alita came closer and pushed Morgan. The werewolf squeaked and walked away quietly, this was what he had been hoping for.

"Alita," Thomas muttered under his breath, his eyes darting to Iris, and seeing that the Witch was conversing with Morgan, he felt disappointment in his heart.

"Yes, what is up?"

Alita got on the horse and pulled the saddle, she chuckled softly and ruffled Thomas' white hair. Finally, after a while, she was able to sit down again and hug Thomas like this.

"There is no one." Thomas looked up and smiled widely, making Alita fondly rub his cheeks.