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The Witch's Devious Attraction

[Mature content, R18, no rape] "Who has done this to you?" Azel asked softly, his jaw tightly clenched as he stared into her teary, bright amber eyes, his fingers itching to caress her cheek. "Tell me," he whispered, "and I will sever his head and present it to you upon a platter of gold..." *** Her birth alone left her mother in a terribly weakened state... Adelia, the only daughter and child of the Veldon house, was… strange. Neither her birth mother nor her beloved father, nor even the witches posing as servants in the castle knew what she truly was. Adelia herself was clueless. She blamed herself for her mother's illness, and with each passing day, both grew worse—the affliction and her guilt. For her mother's sake and for hers as well, Adelia willingly enters into a ruthless deal, a path to salvation that was bound to lead to her demise, one that would deny her the experience of love. Still, she didn't care for the consequences and sacrifices, for the need to cure her mother was far greater… But fate, ever mocking her resolve, throws her onto the path of an insolent stranger, a man with the power to alter her desires... *** Obsidian armor. Strong. Ruthless. These three words defined a single knight, striking fear into the hearts of all who heard of him. Countless tales spoke of his exploits, yet his identity remained shrouded in mystery. Azel Latham, the embodiment of this figure, was known by none, for his face had never been seen in battle. With a single stroke, he could fell twenty warriors in an instant. Azel had many secrets. His presence was strange, his appearance even more peculiar. A mischievous and playful look on the outside but a shattered and enclosed heart within. …It would not remain frozen for long, however, for an amusing encounter with a captivating woman would leave him wanting more… **Cover art does not belong to me, credit to the artist!

Faechan · Fantasy
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131 Chs

Say my Name

Adelia couldn't move, she couldn't even tell if she was breathing. Azel was close, he was so close that she knew if she moved her head forward even by less than an inch, their lips would brush against each other.

Her entire being seemed to lean pleasantly towards that thought. Azel smiled, his hand moving away from her left middle finger to palm her on the cheek. She flinched.

"What—" she started but the thumb that started to stroke gently just below her cheekbone didn't let her.

It was like she had entered a trance, her gaze clearly making out the gold flecks, intricate beautiful threads that made up Azel's eyes.

"You should never refuse a gift from someone, Milady." Azel said, his breath a soft touch on her lips. "It could end up either making the person angry… or hurt."

Adelia swallowed, not knowing the entity that possessed her to voice what she asked next. "Then… then are you angry or hurt?"

"Well frankly, I'm hurt." He answered.