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Banished From My Village And Mated To The Cursed Heir And His Brothers

[MATURE CONTENT] In a land plagued by creatures with a centuries old curse, the villagers of Ironedge are separated from the forest of Azar by beaded shaman strings to protect them from the dangers beyond. Yué was born different—silver hair the color of the moon and two toned eyes, the hue of shimmering gold and the Tamir ocean. Ever since he and his father moved to Ironedge 15 years ago, more beast attacks have been happening along the borders, causing the villagers to fear them. But when the Governor of Ironedge falls for Yué's unnatural beauty and his advances are rejected, he brings Yué to trial unfairly. For craving the touch of men, he is cast out into the forbidden Azar forest as all the others who were guilty before him to be devoured by wolves. But right when they start chomping, The Cursed Heir of Mythos himself saves Yué and brings him into a world of magic, danger, and secrets pertaining Yué’s family past he never knew existed. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- What to expect in this novel? - Dark Fantasy - Cultivation - Original Lore - There's curses, Chinese gods, and other cultures weaved into the areas around the map. - Fighting - Elves and magic and mythical creatures, including Wendigo's. So much more! Come check it out and be sure to join the discord! Discord: https://discord.gg/RHZcxJu8DM

TheLastRemnants · Fantasy
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56 Chs

21.| The Crossroads Of Fate

Yuè's consciousness soared high above the world, away from the carriage, liberated from the confines of his mortal vessel. He saw Mythos through a bird's eye, and like a raven on the wind, he gazed down. The vast expanse of icy forests and towering mountains spread out before his eyes.

But then the world shifted. It spun faster and faster, warping and distorting, as if he was hurtling through a portal.

As he fell forward through the boundless expanse, time and space blurred around him, the very fabric of reality rippling like a pond disturbed by a stone's touch. 

Then, an unsettling darkness enveloped him, swallowing the vibrant landscape whole. Whispers, like echoes lost in space, slithered around him. The disembodied voices carried tales of sorrow and despair, as if they were tormented souls forever trapped in the liminal space between life and death.

"Over here," Beckoned one voice, its tone mournful and laden with a desperate longing.