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The Witch's Devious Attraction

[Mature content, R18, no rape] "Who has done this to you?" Azel asked softly, his jaw tightly clenched as he stared into her teary, bright amber eyes, his fingers itching to caress her cheek. "Tell me," he whispered, "and I will sever his head and present it to you upon a platter of gold..." *** Her birth alone left her mother in a terribly weakened state... Adelia, the only daughter and child of the Veldon house, was… strange. Neither her birth mother nor her beloved father, nor even the witches posing as servants in the castle knew what she truly was. Adelia herself was clueless. She blamed herself for her mother's illness, and with each passing day, both grew worse—the affliction and her guilt. For her mother's sake and for hers as well, Adelia willingly enters into a ruthless deal, a path to salvation that was bound to lead to her demise, one that would deny her the experience of love. Still, she didn't care for the consequences and sacrifices, for the need to cure her mother was far greater… But fate, ever mocking her resolve, throws her onto the path of an insolent stranger, a man with the power to alter her desires... *** Obsidian armor. Strong. Ruthless. These three words defined a single knight, striking fear into the hearts of all who heard of him. Countless tales spoke of his exploits, yet his identity remained shrouded in mystery. Azel Latham, the embodiment of this figure, was known by none, for his face had never been seen in battle. With a single stroke, he could fell twenty warriors in an instant. Azel had many secrets. His presence was strange, his appearance even more peculiar. A mischievous and playful look on the outside but a shattered and enclosed heart within. …It would not remain frozen for long, however, for an amusing encounter with a captivating woman would leave him wanting more… **Cover art does not belong to me, credit to the artist!

Faechan · Fantasia
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131 Chs

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Adelia's eyes widened in shock the moment her gaze found the person who had exclaimed so loudly. He was standing just a few feet away from them with a broad smile on his unbelievably gentle face.

He was a man who looked to be in his early thirties, much younger than her father, with dirty blonde hair and bright sea green eyes. He was in casual attire only consisting of a simple white undershirt, a brown doublet and a pair of straight trousers and fine leather shoes of the same color.

A much younger man in basic commoner clothing stood to his side with his head slightly bowed in their direction.

Adelia swallowed heavily. 'Baron Cavill…?' Her hands began to tremble slightly as she gripped the folds of her dress to control them. 'What on earth is he doing here?!'

Her mind raced.

He knew her as much as she knew him and he also knew very well that she was forbidden from leaving the castle without consent.

She could try to lie…