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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**

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Never Fail You (Ch.38)

~Year 983

Displeased by the power tussle amongst the six great houses, the High King decrees that the seat of the Prime Minister would remain vacant for an entire summer to come.

- The Royal Archives, History of Vallarta.

The third day passed by rather quickly as Myrina jogged round the mountain range, she had already grown accustomed to the previous weight of the sand bags and so she had added a new weight to it.

At the end of a hundred laps, Myrina was completely exhausted and her muscles ached terribly, but Myrina found she felt rather rejuvenated and eager for the challenge of the next day.

Myrina returned to her cave, stopping at the first series of cultivation techniques engraved at the entrance.

The two her father had mentioned were engraved adjacent to each other and Myrina headed to the closest one.

'The shadow tread.'