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Wicked Reincarnation

For countless years, Lia has chased after her unrequited love and even helped him to become the Ghost King yet what awaited her? Nothing but betrayal, the murder of her family, her own sacrifice, tossed into an abyss to die and to be revived over and over again. Her endless love turned into bottomless hatred. Everyone who has wronged her and her family will suffer an unimaginable fate. Revenge against the mightiest being in the immortal world, the Ghost King? No problem, I'll carve a path and become the king myself. I'll raise an army of undead against your army of ghosts. So, rise my loyal followers, march with me into a war full of slaughter, blood and despair. Tear down the Ghost King along with those who dared to harm me and build a throne for me out of their bones and flesh. ------- Yano: Very well, my wifey wants to take on the whole immortal world. I will tear it down for you. Lia: I can do it myself. Just leave. Yano: No!! Wifey!! ------ Updates Monday- Friday Romance is not the main focus of the book, there will be romance later on in the story but more as a subplot. Also, check out the trailer I made for this novel on youtube just for fun: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=eLoQu27FZpM or type in wicked reincarnation- trailer Disclaimer: cover artwork does not belong to me. All credits to the rightful artist.

MatchaMilk · Fantasía
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Counterattack 8

"How did this happen?" blood poured out of Skyla's mouth as she looked down at the gaping hole in her chest. Her eyes blurred as she saw Mill desperately racing towards her.

"Skyla! Skyla!"

"No, don't' come," Skyla wanted to say but nothing came out.

She had to watch as ghosts tore through Mil's chest just like her but even then Mil didn't stop.

He raced past the corpses and soldiers until he reached Skyla.

"No! Skyla..." Mil also gurgled blood as more poured out of his wound.

"I love you, I love you!"

Ah, these words they could never say to each other have been finally said.

The only thing was. It was too late.

Yes, they regretted it. Even if there was no need to say these words, they should've still done it. Now it was too late.

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