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The Last Demon King Alive

Warning: Mature Content! ***For he, the ruler of demons, was her sweetest sin.*** In a kingdom shrouded in mysterious deaths, Arabella, a courageous slave Princess finds herself entangled in a treacherous web of power and secrets. Gifted to a feared and enigmatic king, whose true nature is whispered only in fearful rumors, she faces a daunting challenge: to not only conquer her opponents but also unravel the mysteries that lies beneath the surface. As she battles her adversaries, Arabella discovers that her fight for the throne is only the beginning. Haunted by the unknown, she must confront the shadows that lurk within the kingdom's darkest corners. Is the king truly a devil, a troll, or a beast as the tales suggest? Or is there more to him than meets the eye? In this gripping tale of forbidden love, high-stakes battles, and supernatural mysteries, Arabella must embrace her strength, defy the odds, and confront the terrifying unknown to secure her place as both queen and savior. Will she unravel the truth behind the rumors and unearth the secrets that hold the kingdom captive? Or will the shadows consume her, leaving the kingdom forever trapped in its dark and deadly past? ****Excerpt**** As their eyes locked across the dimly lit room, a simmering tension hung in the air. She could feel the heat emanating from his body as he stepped closer, his voice low and husky. "Once we're married," he whispered, his words dripping with promise, "I'll explore every inch of your body, unleash desires you've never known." His gaze traced the outline of her curves, causing her breath to hitch. Despite the arranged marriage, a forbidden excitement coursed through her veins. In that fleeting moment, their eyes spoke volumes, setting ablaze a flame of anticipation that would ignite their future union.

Ella_Dominic23 · Fantasie
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92 Chs

The Mark II.

Chapter 64.

"A mark?" his expression changed immediately. A frown appeared on his face as he walked to where I sat. He looked at me for some time and asked "How long as it has been there?"

"When I first came here," I replied, trying my best to control my trembling hands.

"Do not be afraid, my lady," Lord Walter told me. "The marks on the women were fresh. It was given them this morning by a beast and not a human."

What changed the fact that I had the mark? Lord Walter knew what the mark stood for, but he did not tell me the meaning.

"You should tell me everything I knew to know about this place and this…stupid mark," I cried, hoping he would have a change of heart.

"Your mark might seem the same with the dead girl, but it's not, my lady," he shook his head. "You should ask your husband about your mark or anything you need to know about this place."