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Married To The Last Ice Dragon

[Warning: Matured Content] "Do you want me to carry you in my heart?" .... The moment he was born, the world remained in winter. No rainfall, no bright summer, only snowfall. He was a threat to every living being in the world... Cyrus, the devil incarnate. Devious, dangerous, cold as ice, the being everyone wanted to kill and the being everyone feared.. Being the only fire mage, Sage, the princess of Credia, stood as the main protector of her kingdom, Credia, during dangers. Her life changed when she was told that she was going to get married to a cold hearted beast, the last ice dragon. .... Excerpt "We might be married but I am not going to sleep in the same room with you," Sage said, gritting her teeth. A smile tugged his lips. "Is that so?" He asked and placed his leg on top of the other. Sage frowned deeply. "Yes," She drawled, clenched her fists which busted out raging flames of fire. "I am going to sleep here, with you." Cyrus said calmly and stood up walking towards her slowly. Sage couldn't deny that she was scared but she wasn't going to let her fear get the best of her. "Don't come closer!" "Why?" "I am going to burn you!" She screamed, closing her eyes shut. Fear swallowed her when she felt a cold hand grab her wrist and her back met the bed with Cyrus hovering over her. He leaned his face close to hers, diverting his lips to her ear and said with a seductive deep whisper that sent chills to her spine. "I want you to burn me, my love,"

Mystic_Fantasy73 · Fantasia
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253 Chs

A mother's love

Sage's eyes flew open to meet her husband's beseeching, blue-slit ones. She opened her lips to speak. "You..."

"What in the world are you trying to accomplish? Drown yourself in a sea of blood to break the curse of this unfortunate realm? Do you want to kill me?" Cyrus dived right in.

Sage pressed her lips together, oblivious to the searing pain radiating from her back. "Well, within the next few hours, you are going to kill me."

Cyrus heaved a breath. "Of course..." And he walked closer, wrapping his arms around her and pressing his fingers against her wounds.

She winced.

"Shh. I will heal it." He whispered softly. He could definitely feel the pain!

His fingers took on a sapphire glow that spread over her wounds, closing them and leaving the rubbings and stains of blood behind.

"We should return." He whispered.

"No." Sage promptly refused.