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SILVER-HAIRED

[WARNING: MATURE CONTENT] He's cold, He's unspoken, He's powerful, He's a beauty identical to that of a god, His walls are up, And he's... something else. ~ Sylvia, a Silver-Haired destined for greatness, finds herself thrust into the heart of the Empire's machinations when her father's life hangs in the balance. In the hands of a man known as the most powerful warlock, she discovers a world of intrigue and desire she never knew existed. Cold and unspoken, yet possessing a beauty akin to that of a god, the enigmatic warlock holds Sylvia captive not only with his power but with the mysteries that surround him. As their paths intertwine in an arranged marriage, Sylvia is swept into a whirlwind of passion and danger, where the flames of desire threaten to consume them both. But beneath the warlock's icy exterior lies a heart yearning for something more, and Sylvia may hold the key to unlocking the secrets of his past. Will they succumb to the forces that seek to tear them apart, or will love conquer all in the face of darkness? Join Sylvia and the mysterious warlock on a journey of discovery and redemption in this captivating tale of magic, betrayal, and the power of love. ------- This is the First Installation of the Silver Saga but can be read as a Standalone. Book One: SILVER-HAIRED Book Two: SILVER-HEART Book Three: SILVER-HEX ------- Cover is mine.

Dy_zamite · Fantasy
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223 Chs

The Tale Of The Still Child

"Mother If I may?" I began, it was now or never.

She turned to me.

"I would like to know more about Lord Cedric, hope I'm not speaking out of turn Mother"

"Not at all my dear, it was high time you asked," she said with a shrug, grabbing a teacup and bringing it to her lips.

I stared at her puzzled watching as she slurps the hot tea. Did she know I would ask about Cedric?

"Anyone would be curious, my son is a strange man isn't he?" she said not sparing me a glance.

"He has always been like this" she stared at her tea as if reminiscing, a faint smile pressed against her lips.

"When Cedric was born, he didn't act like a normal baby"

"What do you mean mother?" I asked with trembling eyes.

Her brown eyes met mine.

"Normal babies would cry, move, but Cedric... not one sound was heard like I birthed a dead child"