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THE PROPHECY

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Lee la novela THE PROPHECY escrita por el autor belle_Christabelle publicada en WebNovel. Isabelle ,a sixteen year old teenager, in the human world knew nothing of the prophecy that had long been forgotten in the demon world .A demon Lord ,named Yuri faced a battle and lost to no avail cen...

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Isabelle ,a sixteen year old teenager, in the human world knew nothing of the prophecy that had long been forgotten in the demon world .A demon Lord ,named Yuri faced a battle and lost to no avail centuries ago but it was not the end for him. Destiny had it's ways to bring him back to avenge his great defeat .In Isabelle's dreams he appeared every single night .She would wake up to no memory of how he looked apart from one thing ; his name that she called out everytime she wakes up from her slumber . His late night visits leads to more than him being in her dream but brought him to reality as they had a strong Connection..a connection between a human an immortal demon lord ...a connection strong enough to make him feel his flesh and bones underneath his skin .After their intimate encounter ,Lord Yuri vanishes only for Isabelle to realize that she is pregnant . it was forbidden for a human and an immortal to give rise to an impure race . "For a lord demon to live the reincarnation of the one that killed him must die and the child must be haunted done and torn to pieces of flesh " Will Lord Yuri save Isabelle and the baby or leave everything to the prophecy ?

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