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Lord of Ardenurve

He was the fiercest warrior of the High Kingdom for he was undefeated in battle. He was the Demon Prince of the High Kingdom, known for his brutality and blood thirst. He was the Ghost of the East for he came and went like the wind, destroying all in his path and no one truly knew the face beneath the mask. He was Lord Rina Arden, the great Lord of Ardenurve. He was supposed to be the man among men, a warrior among warriors, But what was this long hair cascading down his shoulders, what were those alluring eyes gleaming with erotic promise? What was this unearthly beauty? What was this enticing body that stirred my darkest desires? What is a King to do when his god of war turns out to be a goddess? _________________ "To the world I am the High King, but to you Rina...I am just a man burning in my need and desire for you, tell me Rina...what have you done to me?" Turace whispered in a heated tone, his voice thick with desire as he gazed down into those cold, fierce eyes... his own gaze pleading. "The first man who desired me killed my family and every other man after that, I killed with my own hands...I am Lord Rina of Ardenurve My King and I will never be yours." Came the cold response. "Lord Rina... This King has never once failed to get what I want and it just turns out... I want you... your heart, your soul, your body...every last inch of you." Turace vowed, his tone dark and determined. Second book in the Tales of the Continents. **I do not own the cover art. All credits go to the artist. It will be be taken off on request**

JHeart · Fantasia
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145 Chs

An Unpleasant Bargain (Ch.130)

Turace's gaze narrowed slightly from where he sat across from the High Lord of the Silver Eagle Demon Tribe.

The High Demon Lord was a hulk of a man, with a thin, lithe built, his movements were fluid and brimming with agility, his eyes were sharp and piercing...a true eagle's gaze.

As he sat there, his thin long fingers extended into claws that strummed casually on the long table set between them.

He donned a cloak of pitch black feathers and his silver hair was trimmed short to the back of his neck.

There was an aura of pride and dominance resting over him as he sat up straight, his fierce eyes narrowed as he spoke in a tone of confidence as though he sat at the very top of the world, looking down on everyone else.

Just at first glance, Turace felt this High Demon Lord awfully reminded him of his brother's pet eagle with it's pompous gaze and ruffled feathers.