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The Book of Lilivil: All my wives are witches

"Are you tired of being a mere mortal? Weak with no strength to fight back? Always at the mercy of fate? With this contract, you'll gain the power to bend reality to your will. You'll be a witch, a master of the arcane, feared and respected by all who cross your path. Make your choice… time's wasting". Ethan Blake was transported to another world, unlike the rest who were, he was deemed unfit to be a hero due to his lack of magic. Scorned and bullied by the rest, Ethan was soon labeled the false hero, and brought to the low level of a slave. He was met by danger, at the verge of death, when he was suddenly blessed with a power, one that granted him the ability to turn maidens into witches. With this new power, Ethan will now walk the world, knowing he has the power to change his faith and everything around him. N:B- The synopsis doesn't really do justice to the novel, please give it a go and decide for yourself if it's good or not. The main harem is around 3-5 girls, but be warned, they don't all come at once, as i don't want to to be cliche. There will be some steamy scenes and also heartbreak, thrilling and wholesome ones too, so get ready!.

Kirito_K5 · Fantasía
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The scene unfolded with a grim finality. Veremos's lifeless body lay shattered, a mosaic of gore upon the unforgiving earth, a macabre testament to the ferocity of the battle. The soil beneath was stained crimson, as if the very earth itself mourned the violence that had transpired.

Ethan, a solitary figure amidst the chaos, knelt stoically, his gaze locked upon the harrowing spectacle before him. His face, a mask of inscrutability, revealed little of the turmoil that surely raged within.

Aiko, her eyes fluttering open like a fragile butterfly emerging from its cocoon, felt the ebbing strength gradually flow back into her weary limbs.

As Aiko's vision gradually cleared, the first sight to greet her was Ethan, a solitary figure kneeling upon the ground, his gaze locked skyward.

He appeared lost in profound contemplation, his features an enigmatic canvas upon which thoughts and emotions danced in shadowy hues.