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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

Sand Storm (Ch.83)

~Year 994

Lord Nilon ignores the petition of the court officials, despite his position to temporarily preside over the affairs of the High Kingdom, 

The royal beast tamer insists the High King's affairs will be decided by him alone upon his return, much to the dissatisfaction of the court officials.

-The Royal Archives, History of Vallarta

It had begun quietly, the winds had calmed down for only a short moment, dancing about and over the sands, pushing them ever so slowly in various directions.

The fine grains of sand scurried over the surface of the desert, manoeuvred by the softly blowing wind.

The party seemed to be in apprehension, wondering if truly the mild sand storm had calmed, however Lord Rina's prediction rested heavily on their minds making it difficult for them to relax at the calm of the desert.