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Marrying a Werewolf to save her hybrid sister.

[Completed] "When it comes to love, you can't force your heart how or where to choose. My soul landed in the dark and my heartbeats paced for a cold demon." Synopsis: Luna accepts the Queen's invitation for the Mistress selection to become the prince's mistress. But she did it for one reason, to save her Hybrid sister. But she found the royal palace a hell, a true hell with a great secret. The prince is a human werewolf. A dangerous and real killing machine. But, he is devilishly...shabbily handsome and enticing that eyes travel after him, no wonder she can't ignore this cold but gorgeous devil. Can she save his heart and make him, her husband? Can she win the rest of the mistresses and become his wife? ______ what's in the story? "Let your heart light up your path but don't fight with your destiny, my dear Luna." Why would someone like her alert Luna? Why was she talking about an unpredictable future? "Why? Why are you telling me this?" The woman halted, her palms moved up, and grabbed either side of her face, gently. "Because if you don't tame his heart, someone else would take your place, and I am afraid that person isn't suitable for your position. Because many people will die if you refuse his heart." Her hands dropped, and Luna peered into those purple eyes. "Who are you?" .... *** Volume 1: Childhood Volume 2: Love and Rage (Matured content warning) **Notice: This is a classic fantasy Romance that contains, Love, mystery, power, lust, pain... all at once. Every location is based on an imaginary world.

Naz_Mzf · Fantasy
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364 Chs

Chapter (103): Straggler

"Am I a struggler that needs to be tamed, a dog?" Wilmore breathed out between his gritted teeth. He turned and flashed inside the building. The huge palace of Bolingtone, the glamorous and well-being stones carved lavishly by the best architectures existed in Velator. The body of birds and dragons, flowers, and bushes were all sculpted out of the pillars and the walls.

Fantastic rugs made in Parsa had come all the way here to lay on the middle of the halls and corridors to inject life to this soulless house of Velator. The carves of soldiers fighting demons, the gods overthrowing the demons to hell was saying the ancient tales of Velator. Griffins were fighting imps and the Aluxes were their riders, those little creatures were the tamers of those giant winged beasts, but the prince could describe all of it with closed eyes.