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Banished From My Village And Mated To The Cursed Heir And His Brothers

[MATURE CONTENT] In a land plagued by creatures with a centuries old curse, the villagers of Ironedge are separated from the forest of Azar by beaded shaman strings to protect them from the dangers beyond. Yué was born different—silver hair the color of the moon and two toned eyes, the hue of shimmering gold and the Tamir ocean. Ever since he and his father moved to Ironedge 15 years ago, more beast attacks have been happening along the borders, causing the villagers to fear them. But when the Governor of Ironedge falls for Yué's unnatural beauty and his advances are rejected, he brings Yué to trial unfairly. For craving the touch of men, he is cast out into the forbidden Azar forest as all the others who were guilty before him to be devoured by wolves. But right when they start chomping, The Cursed Heir of Mythos himself saves Yué and brings him into a world of magic, danger, and secrets pertaining Yué’s family past he never knew existed. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- What to expect in this novel? - Dark Fantasy - Cultivation - Original Lore - There's curses, Chinese gods, and other cultures weaved into the areas around the map. - Fighting - Elves and magic and mythical creatures, including Wendigo's. So much more! Come check it out and be sure to join the discord! Discord: https://discord.gg/RHZcxJu8DM

TheLastRemnants · Fantasi
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56 Chs

22.| The House Of Nightmares

"Welcome to Rivershade." Lord Payton called out.

Yuè sat up in the dimly lit carriage.

Since the beginning of winter had arrived, the world outside was cloaked in a shroud of white. Snowflakes drifted lazily past the carriage window, their fragile beauty resonating with Yuè's wild thoughts. 

What happens now? Yuè thought as he watched the snowflakes melt upon contact, much like the remnants of his former life.

The carriage rattled along the dirty and cobblestone road, its wheels clattering in a monotonous rhythm that seemed to echo the heavy beating of Yuè's heart.

At long last, the carriage pulled up to Lord Payton's estate. The house was a grand structure, its architecture reminiscent of an era long past. Ivy clung to the aging stone walls, and the windows were tall and narrow, their glass panes etched with intricate patterns that caught the dying light of day.