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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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Trust No One (Ch.48)

~Year 988

The Nanzan Army travels through unknown means to the royal city, arriving to provide aid to Grand Prince Tyron.

-The Royal Archives, History of Vallarta.

Myrina Arden stood atop a blazing flame wheel, the flames licking all the way up to her knees as she gazed down at the rebel soldiers.

There were only eighty of them left after the first attack of the flame wheel and the rebel soldiers knew as well as Myrina did that they were no match for the Arden flames.

However more than the flames, the rebel soldiers were frozen in fear as they watched this terrifying figure that stood in the midst of flames, a tyrannical and overbearing aura pouring off of him in waves.

The rebel soldiers could not decide if this figure was a human or something else and now they understood for themselves why the Lord of Ardenurve had earned the name 'Demon Prince.'