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Bewitched by the Demon Prince

[Mature Content] How could Water and Fire become one without destroying each other? ~ She wanted escape and he was looking for answers but sometimes answers might be incorrect, escapes could lead to dead ends! ~ Hellion Mebus had been looking for the other half of a certain Medallion that belonged to him all of his life but then he finds it where he had never expected it to be; the Crown-princess of Dnexaro! Were they fated togather or was it something else, something like a trap? Claudia Ava Morissette, the crown-princess of Dnexaro was rescued on the night of her forced wedding ceremony by a mysterious stranger whose eyes switched colors from Onyx to deep burning red right before her eyes. She had never seen such a thing in her life ever before. He was like fire and like a moth she was drawn towards him but little did she know, from once prison she was going to fall into another. This time however she had fallen into a prison thousands of years back in time... Had she fallen into the pit of hell ran by demons? But more importantly, other baffling realizations were waiting for her such as.. she wasn't what she always thought she was...

QUEEN_ · Fantasy
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165 Chs

A tale by the foolish villagers

"I can't light up the fire, mom. Can you come over and see what's wrong?" A skinny-looking girl came to her mother with a fat looking splinter in her hand. Her delicate features were twisted in worry. 

Above the tip of the splinter there was a burnt ash of some sort of combustible substance that she was using earlier to light up the woods. However, the woods seemed too damp to catch the fire and even the splinter after getting rubbed against the hard cement surface multiple times barely produced any fire. 

"Why not?" The older woman who was busy kneading dough looked up at her daughter angrily. 

She rested her arms on her knees, hanging her dough-stuck hands downwards as she huffed, "How many times do I have to teach you this, huh?" 

"No mother, I can light the fire on this," She showed her the burnt tip of the splinter. "The woods aren't catching the fire. They are damp."