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The Dragon King's Pet

Elysia's life is shattered when a devastating fire claims her parents. Seeking refuge with her only remaining family, her uncle, she is betrayed and sold to slave traders. Her fate seems sealed when the Dragon lord buys her, but Elysia is determined to escape. On the run and desperate, Elysia crosses path with the Dragon King, Azrael—a powerful and ruthless king, known for his strength, dominance and power. With nowhere else to turn, Elysia pleads for his protection, offering anything in return. Intrigued by her cournage, Azrael makes a bold choice.... he claims her as his pet. As time goes by, a forbidden attraction begins to bloom between them. But just as passion ignites, a dangerous secret is revealed that threatens to shatter everything they’ve built Meanwhile, in the shadows of Valeria, a powerful enemy lurks in the dark, waiting for the perfect moment to strike. --- EXCERPT --- Azrael’s gaze burned into Elysia, his lips curving into a wicked smile as he closed the distance between them. His fingers, firm but teasing, gripped her waist, pulling her against his body. “Do you know what happens to those who defy me, little pet?” His voice was low, dripping with dark amusement. He leaned down, his lips hovering just above hers, close enough for her to feel his breath but not close enough to touch. “They beg.”Elysia’s pulse quickened, her breath catching as her body betrayed the fear melting into something far more dangerous. Her lips parted, but no words came out. "You're mine, Elysia, I will burn the world for you." She heard him say in a low growl, making her legs tremble more.

amyxoxo_ · Fantasy
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136 Chs

Damned Man

Screams escaped Victor's mouth, his voice now cracked from how much he was screaming. Blood was dripping from his thighs, hands and face.

"P-please, I do not know anything." The rogue whispered in pain.

"Wrong answer rogue." Azreal said, digging  his nails into the man's forearm, making another agonizing scream escape his lips. This had been going on for hours, but Azreal was yet to get a single vital information from the rogue, it seemed he was just wasting his time questioning the rogue.

"Fuck! You bastard." Victor screamed, blood dripping from his lips.

"I think he does not truly know anything." Sevastian spoke for the first time in hours.

"I am beginning to realize that too, he is just repeating the dumb words of 'he' being a savior, a messiah." Azreal responded, pulling his nails out of the man's body and wiping the blood off with a white cloth.