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The Werewolf King's Bride

Warning: Mature Content Trigger Warning: Abuse, Trauma, Psychological *It's full of red flags. Don't tell me I didn't warn you all. Blue Learley, a seventeen-year-old girl, lived in a small town with her parents and two brothers. Everything was going as usual until that fateful night when her life changed forever. Demetrius Easton, the merciless werewolf king, got his eyes on her and wanted her as his bride. When her own parents sold her to him, she had no way of escaping him and no one to turn to for help. *** “I don’t want to stay away for too long. Sometimes I fear the bird might fly away.” “The bird doesn’t have a home. The outside world is dangerous for it. And besides, the bird has already found its freedom inside,” I said. “The bird won’t fly away.” ‘So you don’t have to cut its wings since it did not grow them in the first place. It’s okay. The bird likes the cage anyway.’ *** Support my other works: *Silence*- It is a crime-filled thriller novel with a blooming romance between two teenagers. It is about love, friendship and betrayal. Trust me, the twists will keep you on edge. The Mask Of The Monster where you can read the love blooming between a human girl and a terrifying-looking monster The cover is not mine. Source: Devianart

Proteety_Promi · Fantasy
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596 Chs

Scared, Yet I Want Him

(From Blue's Perspective)

"Aghhhhh!!!"

"What? What was that?" I asked, looking around. "I think it has come from ahead. Let's go."

I pulled Perita's hand before she could protest and advanced towards the origin of the scream. 

"Your Highness, please slow down. You're with a child..."

"Oh, right," I said but did not slow down much. But at that time, I had no idea what kind of horrifying sight I would see. 

"What...," I mumbled as my hands shot up over my mouth in shock. A head rolled and stopped right in front of me while a headless body lay in front of us with blood gushing out from the neck making a pool of blood on the floor. 

"What. Are. You. Doing. Here?" Dem asked, phrasing every single word separately as if he was suppressing his anger. 

He had a blood-dipped sword in his left hand and there were a few drops of blood on his ice-cold face. 

"I heard a noise..."