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The Book of Lilivil: All my wives are witches

"Are you tired of being a mere mortal? Weak with no strength to fight back? Always at the mercy of fate? With this contract, you'll gain the power to bend reality to your will. You'll be a witch, a master of the arcane, feared and respected by all who cross your path. Make your choice… time's wasting". Ethan Blake was transported to another world, unlike the rest who were, he was deemed unfit to be a hero due to his lack of magic. Scorned and bullied by the rest, Ethan was soon labeled the false hero, and brought to the low level of a slave. He was met by danger, at the verge of death, when he was suddenly blessed with a power, one that granted him the ability to turn maidens into witches. With this new power, Ethan will now walk the world, knowing he has the power to change his faith and everything around him. N:B- The synopsis doesn't really do justice to the novel, please give it a go and decide for yourself if it's good or not. The main harem is around 3-5 girls, but be warned, they don't all come at once, as i don't want to to be cliche. There will be some steamy scenes and also heartbreak, thrilling and wholesome ones too, so get ready!.

Kirito_K5 · Fantasy
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268 Chs

Changing Demoneor

With deliberate care, Laura withdrew her fangs from Ethan's neck, crimson droplets clinging to the tips before gravity urged them to fall, marking his skin. Her mouth eased away, leaving behind a triumphant curve on her lips, savoring the taste of her meal.

Ethan's gaze locked onto hers the instant she disengaged, a mixture of calmness and fascination swimming within his eyes. He slowly unburdened his back from the rough embrace of the tree, his muscles flexing as he shifted.

Their gazes held firm, unspoken words dancing in the air as he touched his neck "Had your fill?" Ethan's voice emerged, a soft question tethered with a hint of breathlessness.

Laura employed her thumb to meticulously cleanse the lingering droplets of blood that adorned her lips, her actions almost methodical as she maintained eye contact. 

Her reply carried a playful rasp. "Oh? Do you desire more?" She purred, a flicker of challenge underlying her words.