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The Demon’s Bride

*Slow Burn Historical Fantasy Novel* Elise had about to change into the dress that was lying on the corner of her bed when she heard a knock lightly calling from her door. Curious, she turned the door knob only to have a tall man towering in front of her. “Master Ian!” She called. Ian smiled with the usual mischievous smirk that he always used. His crimson eyes trailing a little over her room and spotted the black dress over her bed and shifted his eyes over to the woman in front of him. He stepped forward and spoke. “Where did you acquire that dress?” “Mr. Harland gave it to me.” Elise replied and strained her neck to see Ian’s brows knitted in its elegance. “Do you know why a man would love to give a woman a dress?” He gave the riddle that she always had to think twice before replying. But this time, she found no answer and instead shook her head. “I don’t know.” His grin grew bewitching as though something had stirred deep inside the scarlet eyes that he had. He slowly slid his hand over the collar of her dress, sending a cold shiver that startled her for a moment due to its freezing temperature. After unbuttoning the first two buttons on her collar, he tilted his head down, whispering to her ears. “Because they want to be the one to undress the cloth.” He paused and kissed her neck, turning the pale skin to red before retracting his move to fix his eyes on her and leisurely replied. “Unfortunately, you can’t wear the dress over there with this.” He chuckled and passed a box over to her hand. “And the fortunate news is I prepared a dress for you.” Elise was a cursed little girl who could see ghosts. Her family hated her and threw her from one adoptive family to another. However, misfortune didn't act alone. When she was brought up by her aunt, she was sold as a slave. When she had thought she would become nothing but a sacrifice to the sorcerer, she was saved by a man whose identity was far different than a normal mythical being. *** This book is ORIGINAL and it is not Translation Join Author's discord: https://discord.gg/YPKueb4

mata0eve · Fantasy
Not enough ratings
756 Chs

Leaves Of Parting-I

Recommended music: six feet under—Billie Eilish. 

The black sword pierced through Apollyon's heart starting by a small puncture. Not wanting to die, Apollyon had tried to push them back but Ian stopped his pushes at once by spreading his wings wide behind him. Apollyon screamed and howled as he saw the sword slowly going through his chest, implying his flesh until it reached his heart. 

Blood flowed from both his chest and his mouth, the blood that came out was deep in the color of black but in a blink, the black liquid had turned to ashes, disappearing by second. The fogs around them had dispersed and the sky that was once filled with gray gloomy clouds had shown its vivid blue color again. As Elise thought this was the end, she wasn't prepared for Apollyon's last act of struggle. 

"I WILL NEVER DIE!!" Apollyon screamed, his power once again about to burst and explode but they were too close to escape.