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Love and Three Chances

[WARNING: R18, MATURE CONTENT, NO RAPE] If you had the power to turn back time, would you use it to save the man you love? [Excerpt] "You cannot escape from me, princess. Your biggest mistake was turning me back to life. Unless you return me to my grave, you will be forever bound to me. That would be your punishment." ********************************************** A Werewolf King who died two years ago was accidentally resurrected by a grieving princess who had the power to turn back time. On the night of her honeymoon, Elisia became a widow because of an accident. Out of her loneliness, she used her power to rewind everything that had happened to her. She successfully turned her husband back to life but to her disappointment, he couldn't remember her. Instead of reuniting with her supposed-to-be-dead husband, she found herself in the hands of Thane Cromwel, the Werewolf King who planned his own death two years ago. She was given three chances to return the king to his grave and if she fails, Thane promised to kill her husband again. Two souls connected by time, divided by fate. Can Elisia control her destiny and stop the man who swore to kill her husband again? Or will she accept the punishment for altering the fate of others? Will she accept who she really was when she uncovered the truth about her identity? Book cover generated on novelai.net Follow me on IG: author_skymaiden FB: Sky Maiden

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A few days passed, and her life in Mireworth Castle was unexpectedly fun and exciting. Although she always argued with Thane, she had never felt alive in her thirty years in Terra.

For the first time, she didn't feel alone anymore. For some reason, she was actually anticipating their arguments.

Thane gave her a room to study and learn more about her powers. She didn't know she wasn't the only one who had the ability to stop time, but there were others who had the same powers like hers.

When she first entered the castle, she was amazed by the beauty of it. The castles in Acheron were always gloomy and dark, surrounded by filths and mud. You could always smell the scent of blood from the dead and could hear the screams of those who sinned.

But Mireworth Castle was a thousand times different from the castles of Acheron. Fourteen narrow, spheroidal towers surrounded the place in a perfect circle, connected by relatively low, narrow walls made of red bricks.