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Eternal Love of a Witch

Thomas Phyla, Prince of the Megalima Kingdom, who had been cast out of his throne and cursed by the White Wizard, happened to cross paths with Amara Iris, a Witch who had been imprisoned for hundreds of years. Iris used Thomas as a means of escape from the swamp of death, but when she realizes how much he is suffering as a result of the White Wizard's curse, she feels driven to work with the Prince to break the spell and keep Thomas by her sides as a soul mate. Because of the White Wizard's curse, Thomas was always at risk of passing away, he always died and occasionally came extremely close to passing away. When Morgan Lloyd, the werewolf who is thought to have killed his pack, shows up, everything becomes a complete mess. Iris is confused when the man suddenly decides to make her his life-and-death partner. Iris will do what? Will she leave with Morgan as the wolf's lover or stick by Thomas until the end and aid him in breaking the White Wizard's curse? "You are mine as long as we are linked!" Iris. "Whatever happens, I won't leave you." Thomas. "We must be together. You are my partner. Don't look at other men!" Morgan. Which choice will Iris make? A journey filled with murder, sacrifice, love, and warmth begins!

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300 Chs

Refuse to Forget You 2

"They're coming," whispered Owen in a low voice. There was the sound of wolf footsteps in the distance and the sound of broomsticks flying through the air. "We are unlucky!"

Elf's guess was right, even though Miguel had run away because of Thomas, but he came again after Iris to take the eternal rose. It seemed that the Wizard knew Thomas' presence, who couldn't stay near Iris for too long.

"We have to calm down," Owen whispered again, with his heart almost out of his mouth from nervousness. He sat stiffly, and his eyes closed tightly. "My heart, please don't beat too fast."

Owen again babbled a few words to himself, he cupped his hands and prayed, the Elf then hugged his knees with a deathly pale face.

Iris swallowed her saliva and closed her eyes to recover her strength. Owen only had five more arrows on his back, he couldn't defeat the Werewolves that were arriving.