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I Scored Myself a Mate

Alex always felt out of place. Isolated and mistreated by his family, his life was pure torture. He believed he had managed to get out, and run away from the beatings and the hate. He wanted a peaceful life, a way to be happy. For a second when he met Luke, a mysterious young man, through a fatal mistake, happiness seemed to be in his grasp. Still, everything began to crumble. The silver eyes that shone under the moon were the bringers of deceit and he felt lost once again, trapped until... ...until he met him. The cold and saddened elf king, living in an endless winter, hidden inside an icy palace. Hair white as snow and eyes a pretty lilac, Alex had never seen someone so divine. Just the sight of him triggered a past he didn't know he had. Opening up a way through the secrets and finding the truth from his hazy dreams Alex struggles between who he is and what he is turning to. An endless journey and his only guide a blurry figure in his mind. "I love you...forever" he whispered and Alex could only cry. Who was he and where could he find him? His only comfort. His only home. Welcome to the The Veil! Filled with unspoken horrors and divine pleasures. A place that only in your wildest dreams...or maybe nightmares, you would have imagined. What lies beneath the covered eyes of the humans? Are you curious to know? Read and find out. .... Also, check out my other Fantasy Romance The Tears of a Prince which is the crazy adventure of a vampire prince as he tries to run away from the people who are after him and the man who changed his life forever!

Yaminoyosei · LGBT+
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This change in him was quite peculiar. He believed he would not care about anything, freed from all his royal restrains. His shiny golden shackles would finally break and his chest wouldn't feel as heavy. Losing the light of your soul was supposed to be like that, it had to be so why was Allias so…concerned? 

He had been sitting for two hours at the throne room, lazily laid on the throne, even wearing his crown, of course not appropriately since it kept falling off his head. He sighed and sighed again, scolding himself for having these thoughts. 

"You're supposed to be free, don't be concerned about him, idiot" he whispered to himself and slapped slightly his cheek. This was ludicrous. He couldn't just go off killing people and then wonder why Theseus wasn't pampering him and loving him. He at least had that much logic remaining in him.