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Reincarnated into a Snow Griffin - BL/Yaoi

I am a Snow Owl-Leopard Griffin and I do not have much to complain about my life, I have a great yet odd mother, live on floating fairytale islands filled with other flying creatures, magic and mysteries, but how did I end up in the arms of this rascal of a demon?! When chased away from my homeland I have to grow strong fast or perish on the way before I can even learn how to fly properly, but thankfully destiny traces my way into the world of cultivating as I grow obsessed with the power pursuing such knowledge gives me. Especially because I have people to save… and those to take revenge upon. *Thinks cool phare while staring at the horizon, the wind brushing his clothes and hair, all serene and determination oozing off from his cool demeanor… except for the glimmering eyed demon staring at his side with yet another gift for his cold beauty.* …I don’t have time for anything else, so take your gifts away you rogue demon! ~~~~ ML: Cold beauty, I bought you flowers! MC: Uhum…*doesn’t take any* ML: I bought us matching outfits lovely beauty! MC: Uhum… *doesn’t change clothes” ML: My king, I brought you to our chambers. MC:Uhu- Wait, what? Daring rascal, scram! ~~~~Warning~~~~ Mature content including gore, explicit smut, swearing, relationship between men. Enjoy~~ ~,^ PS. This is the second book of the series Reincarneted into a … but it can be read as a StandAlone.

VCris · LGBT+
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Chapter 41

After being betrayed, even if by someone I did not trust, still one would that I had grown some sense on myself, but not only it is a little bit too late to worry about such things, and not like I had a choice anyway, but still I can at least keep my guard up and be ready to react if needed, so I start paying attention to him and my surroundings, on how he would stay away for hours sometimes, going out at night even, bringing food at times, others only going out, but as weird as I think it as I do not question it, after all I cannot expect him to simply be there all the time, a call away, and I'm sure he has his own matters to attend to too.

Only that that strange feeling is fueled when I try to ask him about himself, finally taking an interest in the figure who has my life on his hands, only for him to chuckle and wave away, saying:

"Name? My name? Why it matters? Is just a word, silly thing, a beauty like yourself can call me anything."