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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

You Really Are The Devil

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I groaned feeling a warm feeling against my chest, I didn't know what it was but it felt so strange. I rubbed my chest with perplexed looks pondering what it might be, it also made my blood running through my veins feel warm, what could this be?

The doors of my Chambers barged open as Olivia rushed in a hurry, I rose to my feet.

"Well?" I asked, eager for her to say something, I had asked Olivia to keep her ears down for any news about Mint.

Her raspy breath calmed, she took a deep breath before her eyes met mine, they were sad, my heart slammed a loud heartbeat.

"He's..." she gulped, contemplating whether she should say it or not.

"Olivia... please I need to know" I begged.

"He has..." she sobbed like she was already feeling my pain ahead and then it struck me.

"He has been executed My Lady"