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Call Of The Dark

Driven by his need for revenge, Lazarus, the Lore’s most ruthless vampire, plots to seize the throne of Wilyra and rule it along with his betrothed, the fae goddess Maeve who thrives in a borrowed body. Lazarus has a perfect plan—until he finds Emmalyn, a young mortal who is the daughter of the rebel leader of blood vassals in his kingdom and an integral part of his plan. He captures the young girl to cast her soul out for Maeve. Emmalyn yearns for a better life to escape from her stepmother and an indifferent father. She never imagined that they would sell her to the royals to save her brother’s life. But there’s only one problem. Emmalyn tempts Lazarus beyond reason. As the time to cast her soul out draws closer, he must choose between his lust for the throne or his irresistible mortal. Will Lazarus succumb to lust for power and crown? Or will he risk it all to have a future with her? ___ This novel is a part of the series of Feral Confessions because of few common characters but is a standalone. Other books are: Feral Confessions: Adrianna and the Alpha, The Silver Crescent Alpha Prince, Ileus: The Dark Prince, Dark Hunger, The Alpha's Temptation Cover belongs to me. Cover artist: Michelle Lee

MishaK · Kỳ huyễn
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201 Chs

I am the Best!

"Naomi!" Olya said a little louder. "Why are you saying all this to me? It is irrelevant." 

"How is this irrelevant, Olya?" Naomi cried. "How can I make you understand?" 

"You don't have to," Olya replied. "There is nothing to understand." She knew Naomi's intentions pretty well and didn't want to spend a minute more with her. She got up from her place. "I have to leave now." She started going to the door. 

"Wait!" Naomi's voice came from behind. "Wait, Olya!" 

When Olya turned, she saw that Naomi was rushing towards her to stop her. Olya's eyes went to her ankle and she narrowed her eyes on them. Naomi was embarrassed and her cheeks heated. She looked at her ankle and stuttered, "I think— I think—"

The door opened and the healer walked in. An old man with a white beard and a long white robe, he had a kind look. He looked between the two sisters with urgency.