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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 · Fantaisie
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268 Chs

One on one encounter

"Quick! Don't let the enemy breach our lines!" Veronica's voice cut through the chaos, her fan clutched firmly in her hands as she guided her steed through the tumultuous battleground.

The knights of Nelvora clashed fiercely with the formidable lizard men of Rizoar, their clash sending shockwaves of thunderous clashes across the war-torn landscape.

Destructive magic crackled in the air, casting eerie glows amid the billowing smoke, while the ground trembled beneath the weight of the battling forces. Fallen bodies lay strewn about, a somber testament to the brutal struggle.

Veronica's frustration was palpable as she shouted over the din, "How much longer must we endure this relentless onslaught?.

In a moment of anger, she flung her fan into the fray, its razor-sharp edges becoming a whirling tempest that sliced through any foe daring to approach her. With uncanny precision, it returned to her grasp, a loyal and deadly companion.