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The Werewolf King's Bride

Warning: Mature Content Trigger Warning: Abuse, Trauma, Psychological *It's full of red flags. Don't tell me I didn't warn you all. Blue Learley, a seventeen-year-old girl, lived in a small town with her parents and two brothers. Everything was going as usual until that fateful night when her life changed forever. Demetrius Easton, the merciless werewolf king, got his eyes on her and wanted her as his bride. When her own parents sold her to him, she had no way of escaping him and no one to turn to for help. *** “I don’t want to stay away for too long. Sometimes I fear the bird might fly away.” “The bird doesn’t have a home. The outside world is dangerous for it. And besides, the bird has already found its freedom inside,” I said. “The bird won’t fly away.” ‘So you don’t have to cut its wings since it did not grow them in the first place. It’s okay. The bird likes the cage anyway.’ *** Support my other works: *Silence*- It is a crime-filled thriller novel with a blooming romance between two teenagers. It is about love, friendship and betrayal. Trust me, the twists will keep you on edge. The Mask Of The Monster where you can read the love blooming between a human girl and a terrifying-looking monster The cover is not mine. Source: Devianart

Proteety_Promi · Fantasia
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618 Chs

Date Gone Wrong

(From Blue's Perspective)

"It happened because you saved my life?" he asked. 

"In a way, yes. The correct answer is because I took out the poison I gave you," I said. 

'We take, but don't give,' Azure's had said to me once. 

"I am not to give life, Dem. I am to take. I am not to take the poison I gave you. My poison is supposed to kill anyone who is not of my bloodline. If I take the poison from someone's blood, it not only saves their life but also gives them a long life, which makes them half mortal. I am not supposed to do that. It's like I am being punished and warned. My power to control werewolves was taken away and instead, I am given the power to control animals."

Dem slid his hand to the back of my neck and pulled my face closer. He pressed our foreheads together as he let out a sigh. 

"Do you regret it? It's an important part of a dark mage's power…"