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SILVER-HAIRED

[WARNING: MATURE CONTENT] He's cold, He's unspoken, He's powerful, He's a beauty identical to that of a god, His walls are up, And he's... something else. ~ Sylvia, a Silver-Haired destined for greatness, finds herself thrust into the heart of the Empire's machinations when her father's life hangs in the balance. In the hands of a man known as the most powerful warlock, she discovers a world of intrigue and desire she never knew existed. Cold and unspoken, yet possessing a beauty akin to that of a god, the enigmatic warlock holds Sylvia captive not only with his power but with the mysteries that surround him. As their paths intertwine in an arranged marriage, Sylvia is swept into a whirlwind of passion and danger, where the flames of desire threaten to consume them both. But beneath the warlock's icy exterior lies a heart yearning for something more, and Sylvia may hold the key to unlocking the secrets of his past. Will they succumb to the forces that seek to tear them apart, or will love conquer all in the face of darkness? Join Sylvia and the mysterious warlock on a journey of discovery and redemption in this captivating tale of magic, betrayal, and the power of love. ------- This is the First Installation of the Silver Saga but can be read as a Standalone. Book One: SILVER-HAIRED Book Two: SILVER-HEART Book Three: SILVER-HEX ------- Cover is mine.

Dy_zamite · Fantasía
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The Holy Library, But a Price Will Follow

Nicklaus groaned, he no longer felt cold, he felt warmth, he stirred awake groaning once again as he slowly opened his eyes and met with dark skies. When did it get so dark? And how long has he been unconscious? He forced his body up in response so that he could get a better look at his surroundings, but then he felt the ground with his hand, he quickly lowered his gaze and found grass? It was warm and fresh. He looked backward and found the same bluster he was in just a moment ago, this was two seasons playing at the same time, right before his eyes, what sort of wonder or magic was playing right before his eyes?

His eyes trembled as he rose to his feet, his gaze still at the snow up ahead and then his eyes trailed the ground seeing the trail of snow puddles and then to the path he was in where there were grasses, he have never seen something like this, for it was so wondrous and magical.