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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.

she_osprey · LGBT+
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532 Chs

Greroth, The Land of No Mercy

[THE MIDLANDS]

"Hey, wake up."

"What if he's lying?"

"Wake him up."

"Okay, I'm awake, no more magic, please," Grant said, instantly opening his eyes to see that he was surrounded by warlocks who were ready to fry his brains into tomorrow.

He was scared but he wasn't going to say it out loud and he was thankful that warlocks didn't have a super hearing because that would be a little too embarrassing even for him.

"You choked me on your magic," Grant said and the warlocks looked at him wondering if he thought he had a choice.

"What's stopping me from killing you?" Celia asked again, and Grant was brought back to his mission. Now that he looked at the warlocks, nothing had changed about them. They still had stone-cold faces even though he was in some room.