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Transmigrated As My Crazy Alpha's Assassin! [BL]

[MATURE CONTENT ALERT] “You are like a dagger stuck deep into my heart…and I feel like I might die if I remove you apart, my little lamb!” … What possibly worst can happen when an ordinary man with aichmophobia gets transmigrated to the ancient time into a body of an assassin? Living his ordinary life was always fulfilling for Noah, but his life takes a fatal twist when he faces a grave betrayal, that leads him to transmigrate into an unknown scary world, even worse in the body of a deadly assassin, Sheoran! The only vision he retained in the last few moments of his own world was the gaze of a dazzling golden pair of eyes that swallowed him whole! Crown Prince Xanthus, the mightiest true blood Alpha was always admired by his entire pack. But, beneath his drop-dead enchanting charm, cold heart, and crazy bloodthirst, he suppressed an innocent soul that was broken and butchered with pain! But his whole world turns upside down when he confronts Sheoran, an assassin who shivers at the sight of a knife! What happens when unpredictable destiny brings two polar opposite hearts together, omitting the boundaries of their inevitable existence? Can two wounded souls embrace the warmth of their yearning love? Will they survive deadly turmoils across their path or the fatal love will exist as a forbidden obsession bordering on insanity? >>>> (Don't forget to check the review section where I am leaving eye candies for you all. The cover strictly belongs to me and designed by my beautiful artist: @Bea_Cortez

ShadowPrincess96 · LGBT+
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Chapter 169: Clash of duel!

The loud clashing sound of metal swords created a strong vibration in the airy open field, implying the extreme effort both Illay and Xanthus were putting into their duel. With his blazing dangerous red eyes, Xanthus was quickly monitoring his every move before counter-attacking him.

However, this time, Illay also seemed quite prepared for the duel as if he would never give up. He was tactfully dodging the fierce attacks as his blue eyes were viciously searching one spot to lodge his attack on Xanthus and take his sword down to claim himself the winner.

The graze mark on Xanthus's cheek from Illay's sword had stopped bleeding, but he could feel a strange throbbing that sprang inside the back of his head. Slight dizziness was disrupting his proficient movements and he couldn't find out the reason why exactly it was happening to him.