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The Last Demon King Alive

Warning: Mature Content! ***For he, the ruler of demons, was her sweetest sin.*** In a kingdom shrouded in mysterious deaths, Arabella, a courageous slave Princess finds herself entangled in a treacherous web of power and secrets. Gifted to a feared and enigmatic king, whose true nature is whispered only in fearful rumors, she faces a daunting challenge: to not only conquer her opponents but also unravel the mysteries that lies beneath the surface. As she battles her adversaries, Arabella discovers that her fight for the throne is only the beginning. Haunted by the unknown, she must confront the shadows that lurk within the kingdom's darkest corners. Is the king truly a devil, a troll, or a beast as the tales suggest? Or is there more to him than meets the eye? In this gripping tale of forbidden love, high-stakes battles, and supernatural mysteries, Arabella must embrace her strength, defy the odds, and confront the terrifying unknown to secure her place as both queen and savior. Will she unravel the truth behind the rumors and unearth the secrets that hold the kingdom captive? Or will the shadows consume her, leaving the kingdom forever trapped in its dark and deadly past? ****Excerpt**** As their eyes locked across the dimly lit room, a simmering tension hung in the air. She could feel the heat emanating from his body as he stepped closer, his voice low and husky. "Once we're married," he whispered, his words dripping with promise, "I'll explore every inch of your body, unleash desires you've never known." His gaze traced the outline of her curves, causing her breath to hitch. Despite the arranged marriage, a forbidden excitement coursed through her veins. In that fleeting moment, their eyes spoke volumes, setting ablaze a flame of anticipation that would ignite their future union.

Ella_Dominic23 · Fantasy
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92 Chs

The Writing On The Wall.

Alistair could not explain himself to his wife. This is one of the reasons some men stay single for the rest of their lives. They had no one who they answered to.

He was like that a day ago. Now, it was different. His wife deserves to know who he was and what he was doing with blood.

Alistair wondered what was going on in her head. Did she think he was someone? He wished he could read her mind, but that was impossible. That power he had over humans was gone.

"Whose blood is that?" Arabella asked, taking more steps behind. It broke his heart seeing her scared of him. A moment ago, she looked safe in his arms.

"I can explain this," he replied. Alistair walked to where she was. "This is Roland's blood."

The strange look on her face bored him. Seriously? Did she have feelings for that idiot?