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Eternal Love of a Witch

Thomas Phyla, Prince of the Megalima Kingdom, who had been cast out of his throne and cursed by the White Wizard, happened to cross paths with Amara Iris, a Witch who had been imprisoned for hundreds of years. Iris used Thomas as a means of escape from the swamp of death, but when she realizes how much he is suffering as a result of the White Wizard's curse, she feels driven to work with the Prince to break the spell and keep Thomas by her sides as a soul mate. Because of the White Wizard's curse, Thomas was always at risk of passing away, he always died and occasionally came extremely close to passing away. When Morgan Lloyd, the werewolf who is thought to have killed his pack, shows up, everything becomes a complete mess. Iris is confused when the man suddenly decides to make her his life-and-death partner. Iris will do what? Will she leave with Morgan as the wolf's lover or stick by Thomas until the end and aid him in breaking the White Wizard's curse? "You are mine as long as we are linked!" Iris. "Whatever happens, I won't leave you." Thomas. "We must be together. You are my partner. Don't look at other men!" Morgan. Which choice will Iris make? A journey filled with murder, sacrifice, love, and warmth begins!

Winart12 · Fantasía
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300 Chs

Slaughter Day 1

They were from the Red Moon Pack.

Morgan doesn't understand what's going on, he hasn't come to his pack for a long time. He doesn't know why Red Moon slaughtered his pack.

Two wolves with black fur straddle Morgan, they growl; and a dark-skinned man drags Giselle's long hair roughly, the woman screams and struggles to hold her hair.

"Why are you guys doing this?"

Morgan looked around. It was nothing but hell, the wooden houses that had stood proudly were now broken as if attacked by strong winds. A fire was blazing in every corner, and the people Morgan recognized were lying on the ground with pools of blood pooling everywhere.

The dark-skinned man glanced at Giselle, who was still screaming below him. He then looked at Morgan, who was trying to survive the attacks of the two black wolves. The man grinned widely.

These two people were the last in the Blue Moon pack. They had to send one of them, and one of them had to be the scapegoat for all this trouble.

Morgan was knocked back, he couldn't concentrate. Giselle's screams of pain made him weak, Morgan became angry and began to lose control of herself.

"He's too much trouble," commented the dark-skinned man, he snorted and threw Giselle on the ground, stomping on the woman's back so hard that the sound of cracking between the bones could be heard clearly.

CRACK!

"Giselle!"

Morgan felt time moving slowly, he could still clearly see how Luna's body hit the ground, his teary eyes filled with the mist of tears, his hands reaching out and his mouth open to grab the oxygen.

Giselle had always been a gentle person, she never even hurt the rabbit-like other werewolves. She always smiled and supported him, waiting for him on the terrace, knitting clothes in preparation for winter or simply making decorations to hang over the windows.

But why did she have to have such a cruel ending?

Morgan felt his body hit the ground, he coughed and looked back at Giselle, she was dying, her eyes looked at Morgan one last time.

"No, no!" Morgan got up and paid no heed to the others, he grabbed Giselle, who started spewing fresh blood from her mouth, the body convulsed and slowly, her last remaining breath began to disappear.

Morgan grabbed Giselle's hand, it simply fell to the ground. The previously glowing eyes began to dim.

Giselle is gone.

For the first time in his life, Morgan cried. He hugged Giselle's helpless body tightly, kissed her lovingly, and closed her eyes.

Morgan heart was aching so much, it hurt more than when he was shunned by his pack.

Morgan doesn't care about the people who die in his pack, but he cares about Giselle, he doesn't care who will be the Alpha in the Blue Moon pack.

He also doesn't care where his biological father is or why his mother died of illness, he doesn't care.

He only cared why Giselle had to feel such terrible pain?

The dark-skinned man ignored Morgan, he glanced at his other comrades and called out to him, planning to come back and say their mission was complete. They howled with pride and prepared to leave all their mess.

"You think you can just walk away?"

The atmosphere suddenly became quiet. The dark-skinned man turned and gave a sinister smile.

It was too troublesome to leave this scapegoat whole, he would at least have to break one or two parts of his body.

"Right, I almost forgot about you."

Morgan put Giselle down gently, he covered Giselle with his clothes, then stood up with a face full of anger, his hands clenched tightly.

"Noah, we don't have to serve him."

A black wolf instantly turned into a human, and he touched the dark-skinned man's shoulder. His green eyes narrowed at Morgan.

"I only need five minutes," Noah said haughtily, he then turned into a black wolf and began to surround Morgan.

Morgan, who had not yet released his wolf form, took a breath, he could feel all the eyes of the person who slaughtered his pack looking at him with disdain.

Noah felt that he was above the clouds, he felt that there was no significant resistance from Morgan, he also did not feel the intimidating air of an Alpha and estimated that Morgan must be a member of the pack who had not passed the maturity ceremony.

When Noah darted at Morgan, he jumped up and wanted to bite him. But what he got instead was himself being thrown to the ground by a big wave, he got up and saw smoke rising and the ground he was stepping on was hot.

In the mist, slowly but surely, a wolf three times his size was baring its teeth. Noah flinched, and he backed away unconsciously.

"What is this? How could there be a werewolf this big?!"

The one who was about to stop Noah from shouting, his comrades immediately surrounded Morgan's giant wolf and attacked him.

"He's not normal! The wolf is abnormal, kill him!"

Morgan didn't stay still. With his huge body, he easily swung his paws and threw the damn wolves, the temperature around him rising and burning, as if they were in an oven.

Morgan saw Noah, who nimbly dodged his claws. The black wolf jumped on his back and was about to bite him, but Morgan quickly threw himself and rolled to the ground, the black wolf's body was thrown and hit a house.

The atmosphere quickly reversed, Morgan, who now had the upper hand, did not hesitate to slam his feet on the other wolves until they were completely motionless and stiffly greeted their final moments.

Noah coughed, fresh blood coming out of his mouth. He turned back into his human form and looked up to see the gray wolf destroying his comrades without pause, he heard screams and the sound of broken bones echoing, Morgan seemed to take revenge for the treatment he had given to the woman named Giselle earlier.

Noah sat stiffly, he even saw how the blood from his comrades splashed on the ground and started to seep around his feet. He wanted to raise his hand and beg Morgan to stop, but seeing those eyes flashing with madness made him lose his guts.

"Please … let me live."

Noah backed away as the great gray wolf drew near, his tongue licking the red stains on his cheeks. His once clean gray fur was now brownish-red and filled with a strong copper scent.

Noah realized, he had dealt with the wrong person. This wolf in front of him was a monster who no longer had any sense, he was too crazy and terrifying!