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Dread Sovereign: Monster Girl Harem

A handsome half-orc with a hulking body filled with perfect muscles stands carrying a great axe over one shoulder. His neon blue eyes watching the void, waiting for those that would threaten his world. Huge creatures with monstrous figures, beasts of the abyss, here to kill the orc. Their angered shrieks and pained screams filled the air. The corpses of these monsters surround his body, forming his throne of dread. His long tail smashed down, turning them into pulp while using his brutal axe with powerful chops, cleaving them into pieces. "This world shall become ours; you cannot stop our legion! Orc!" a distorted and evil voice sounded. "WATCH ME!" Shouted the orc, filled with confidence and pride. In defiance, a purple mist shrouded him as he transformed into a monster himself, with long gryphon wings and sharp horns from his head—a hulking muscular body and legs filled with thick scales and black hooves. Bang! The orc stepped forward, his heart burning with passion and desire as he bellowed with a demonic and distorted voice. "I am the Sovereign of Dread, foul Daemons. This is MY world! Return to your wasteland to rot, or DIE!" He was a manticore, the only male manticore ever to exist. He fights not for power. Not for glory! Alistair "Raven" Granbell fights only for his beloved women and because he LOVES to fight the strong and crush them under his axe Mor'vaal and prove he deserves his Dread Sovereign title. Dread Sovereign is exclusively published on Webnovel.com.

Duke_Asmodeus · Fantasy
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250 Chs

Chapter 133: The Road From Here...

Raven managed to escape their bed of roses after a short while, and since he was the first one awake, he decided to make breakfast.

Normally he wouldn't if visiting a friend's house, but she's his girlfriend, so it doesn't matter too much as long as he doesn't make a mess.

"Let's make something light and simple, those girls don't eat human food much, but I noticed that strangely Emily loves meat..." 

'Evil plants... They sure loved eating my meat all night long anyway.'

He began searching the cupboards filled with different pots and pans.

It was strange, like those you see on the infomercials, that you call in and pay $95.95 or $69.69, and NONE of them had been used once, which was amusing.

The cupboards were a graveyard for unkept dietary promises and fads, from blenders to juicers and mashers.

Raven didn't want to judge—he only bought the set endorsed by his favourite chef and nothing else, so he didn't have this issue.