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The Witch's Devious Attraction

[Mature content, R18, no rape] "Who has done this to you?" Azel asked softly, his jaw tightly clenched as he stared into her teary, bright amber eyes, his fingers itching to caress her cheek. "Tell me," he whispered, "and I will sever his head and present it to you upon a platter of gold..." *** Her birth alone left her mother in a terribly weakened state... Adelia, the only daughter and child of the Veldon house, was… strange. Neither her birth mother nor her beloved father, nor even the witches posing as servants in the castle knew what she truly was. Adelia herself was clueless. She blamed herself for her mother's illness, and with each passing day, both grew worse—the affliction and her guilt. For her mother's sake and for hers as well, Adelia willingly enters into a ruthless deal, a path to salvation that was bound to lead to her demise, one that would deny her the experience of love. Still, she didn't care for the consequences and sacrifices, for the need to cure her mother was far greater… But fate, ever mocking her resolve, throws her onto the path of an insolent stranger, a man with the power to alter her desires... *** Obsidian armor. Strong. Ruthless. These three words defined a single knight, striking fear into the hearts of all who heard of him. Countless tales spoke of his exploits, yet his identity remained shrouded in mystery. Azel Latham, the embodiment of this figure, was known by none, for his face had never been seen in battle. With a single stroke, he could fell twenty warriors in an instant. Azel had many secrets. His presence was strange, his appearance even more peculiar. A mischievous and playful look on the outside but a shattered and enclosed heart within. …It would not remain frozen for long, however, for an amusing encounter with a captivating woman would leave him wanting more… **Cover art does not belong to me, credit to the artist!

Faechan · Fantasy
Not enough ratings
131 Chs

Command Them

What if Azel couldn't fend all these assailant's off on his own? What if… what if they overwhelmed him and he ended up like Edward did that day?

"No…" Adelia muttered again, her grip even tighter at the back of Azel's tunic.

"Dia… calm down." Azel said softly, but there was a little urgency in his tone. Still, in her ears, his voice sounded almost distant. "Calm down and breathe, Dia. You're not breathing."

Adelia's mind raced; she hadn't heard a word he said.

Azel was strong, she knew, but the men here were nearly twice as many as the last time. There were more than ten of them and just one of him, even in her semi-delirious state, she could tell that the odds of him, of them, making it out of here alive were almost non-existent.

Her body trembled even more intensely and she quietly buried her head in Azel's back. His scent was soothing, but not soothing enough to calm her horrid thoughts.