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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

Where is Lilith?

"Then I'm to assume you know her?" Veremos asked, his voice a low rumble, slowly urging his horse forward. The towering figure of his Ankia stood steadfast beside him, casting an imposing shadow over the land.

"I wouldn't say I know her, but we Anika have a unique connection. It seems weird to say, but it's the truth." Aimon replied with a serene smile, her gaze stren as it remained fixed on Lilith.

Veremos's eyes took on a dim, eerie blue glow, emphasizing his determination. "That just makes it all the more easier, doesn't it? Get her away from that king... he is mine to kill. Maybe then, I can focus on ending Terence."

Aimon's voice, a gentle whisper on the wind, held a note of concern. "Hai hai, please don't be reckless." She stifled a yawn, her form beginning to disintegrate into countless shimmering particles that danced on the breeze, leaving a sense of magic lingering in the air.