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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 · แฟนตาซี
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An Empty Title (Ch.134)

Khasar kept on walking, his head held high and his expression blank.

For a long while, he could still feel the stares trailing him, and those eyes trailed him up until he turned a corner where his silhouette was now out of sight.

Even then, Khasar did not stop. One would think he had not even noticed he was being watched, but a warrior as Khasar was, how could he not?

 The only visibly reaction that gave Khasar away was how the ever present scowl on his face deepened and a chilling cold glint flashed through his eyes.

It was there for just a moment and disappeared in the next. So fast that it was hard to believe there had ever been a change in his expression at all.

Khasar walked across the palace grounds, taking the shortest route that led back to his personal courtyard which was set at the farthest end of the Nanzan royal castle.