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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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618 Chs

Visiting The Temple

(From Blue's Perspective)

"We welcome you, His Royal Majesty, the King of the kingdom, and Her Royal Majesty, the Queen of the kingdom," the head priest bowed and the other priests followed. 

"Rise, Head Priest," Dem said. "It seems the temple has been renovated greatly. I wonder where the money is coming from."

"It's all thanks to the moon goddess who graces upon us and Your Majesty, the King and Her Majesty, the Queen," the head priest said. 

"Heh, of course," Dem sneered. 

"Your Majesty, the Queen, I feel very fortunate to be able to meet you again. We are very honored to have Your Majesty here," the head priest said, smiling at me. "I am the head priest of the temple."

He was an old man with a long beard. But where did I see him before? Even he said that we met again. I was sure that I had met him before, but I could not remember where.

"He was present at our wedding. He was the one who talked that much," Dem said bluntly.