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The Dragon King's Chosen Bride

What exactly does it mean to be his bride? *** Every year, in each of the seven villages that made up the great Kingdom of Ignas, a Choosing Ritual was conducted. During this Chosing Ritual, one of the ladies in the village would be chosen to be the dreaded Dragon King's Bride. No one knew exactly why the ritual was being performed every year or what happened to the brides that had been chosen in the past. Was he turning them into slaves? Feeding them to his dragon? Or was he... feeding on them? That couldn't be ruled out. After all, there were rumours that the king wasn't like them, that he wasn't human. Yet the question relentlessly troubled the people's heart. What was he using them for?! But they dared not question the King, afraid of what fate daring to go against him would be. Anyways, none of these was Belladonna's business. Although it was her village's turn to produce a bride this year, she was certain she wouldn't get chosen. Why? Well, because she had a plan and she was absolutely certain it wouldn't fail her... or would it? *** Note - This novel contains mature content. - Cover isn't mine. Full credit to the artist. Should they require that I take it down, I will. __ Want to give me more inspiration? Weekly Goals. 15 golden tickets - 1 bonus chapter. 200 power stones - 1 bonus chapter. ((Please help me meet them, thank you!)) Please check out my other books. 1. Stealing The Alphas' Soul (In a competition, please support). 2. Mated To The King Of Darkness 3. Dangerously Yours Till Eternity. Also, please check out "MOANSTERS // Reverse Harem" if you are interested in Reverse Harem stories. Thank you!

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Chapter 19 - Easy Truth

"Troubled spirits are very desperate and they will cook up any lie to get you to be on their side." Granny had said those years ago when she had told her to stay away from the boundary. "If you are not strong enough. You won't be able to resist them. It is safer to never cross paths with a Troubled Spirit, than to hope to escape their tactics. Do you hear me, sweet child?"

Nadia sighed, looking into the mirror, and observing the dark circles around her eyes. This was the second time she was having the nightmare, the second night after her encounter with the ghost.

Ever since then, she had no peace. The words of the ghost were haunting her. Even as she stood in the bathroom, wide awake and in front of a mirror.

These words just kept finding her.

Her fingers parted her red hair and she stared at the silver root through the mirror.

*"My daughter has the most beautiful silver hair. You do too, you are her, I saw it."*