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Alanor, The Lycan King's Prisoner [BL]

[COMPLETED || WARNING: MATURE CONTENT 21+ // this is the only warning for the book] "I'll see you in the next life, mother," the young boy said, his eyes swollen from crying for several days. ---- Exiled from Udrad after the public stoning of his parents, Alanor Wynter swore on his parents' graves, to bring the lycan kingdom to its knees. So he became the rogue they despised and the devil they all feared. He was a monster, but they had created him, and he was bad. Alanor was the kind of evil that no dictionary even had a description for yet. He had vowed against Udrad's peace until he got his revenge, and no one would stop him, not even the mate the fates had forced on him. After all, he didn't believe in the fated mates. Alanor believed in REVENGE.

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Nymeriah, The Silent Storm

[UNAR]

"I will," Unar said before adding, "I have a question though. It doesn't relate with Al."

"What is it, kid?" Criselda asked, curious to know what could be so burning that the young prince took his one shot at the high priestess. Maybe it was about Edison, but then a lot of speculation in the little time they had was not going to do them any good.

"Nymeria. She escaped the night Al left Udrad. Have you seen her?" Unar asked, looking at the high priestess, hoping to get the truth about the woman. 

Every warlock from and in Greroth was accounted for, except Nymeriah, for obvious reasons, but Criselda had never thought that there would come a day when she heard the words that the young prince was uttering.