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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 · Fantaisie
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His POV {2}

"If I wasn't cursed by the Mother goddess then none of this would have happened... I was meant to suffer alone, not with her", he turned to Beowulf with angry eyes.

He gulped. "Yes I understand Magnus, her reincarnation was not something I expected, for a goddess can't be".

Cedric didn't understand it himself, there was something at play here and it could only be the curse. "It's the curse that's affecting her too... I can't have it, I cannot protect her from what comes in this mortal body... " his teeth clenched. "History will repeat itself", the thought of it made his insides clenched, he would rather damn the world than have that happen again, to hold her cold body in his arms would make him run mad, he couldn't experience it again.

"The faster we end your curse, the faster your trial will be over in the mortal world," Beowulf said.