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Eternal Love of a Witch

Thomas Phyla, Prince of the Megalima Kingdom, who had been cast out of his throne and cursed by the White Wizard, happened to cross paths with Amara Iris, a Witch who had been imprisoned for hundreds of years. Iris used Thomas as a means of escape from the swamp of death, but when she realizes how much he is suffering as a result of the White Wizard's curse, she feels driven to work with the Prince to break the spell and keep Thomas by her sides as a soul mate. Because of the White Wizard's curse, Thomas was always at risk of passing away, he always died and occasionally came extremely close to passing away. When Morgan Lloyd, the werewolf who is thought to have killed his pack, shows up, everything becomes a complete mess. Iris is confused when the man suddenly decides to make her his life-and-death partner. Iris will do what? Will she leave with Morgan as the wolf's lover or stick by Thomas until the end and aid him in breaking the White Wizard's curse? "You are mine as long as we are linked!" Iris. "Whatever happens, I won't leave you." Thomas. "We must be together. You are my partner. Don't look at other men!" Morgan. Which choice will Iris make? A journey filled with murder, sacrifice, love, and warmth begins!

Winart12 · Fantasy
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300 Chs

Devil Prince Arrival 3

Morgan clenched his fists and the heat that had been submerged with the flames now began to appear along with the cold temperature created by Thomas.

The Werewolf slowly recovered its strength and staggered to its feet towards Thomas who was still hugging Iris, his nails lengthening and his eyes gleaming with anger.

"Why did you come late?"

Thomas was silent for a moment, he looked up with a puffy face. "Why didn't you save hee sooner?"

Morgan pursed his lips. They were both too late to save Iris. They both failed to protect Iris. They were both involved in long regrets.

The atmosphere suddenly became quiet, Thomas pressed his lips to Iris' neck, kissing her gently.

"You dammit!" shouted Morgan suddenly, those long fingernails about to pull Thomas back toward him.

After Thomas dodged Morgan's hand, he laid Iris back on the couch and drew her silver sword. "You!"