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The Book of Lilivil: All my wives are witches

"Are you tired of being a mere mortal? Weak with no strength to fight back? Always at the mercy of fate? With this contract, you'll gain the power to bend reality to your will. You'll be a witch, a master of the arcane, feared and respected by all who cross your path. Make your choice… time's wasting". Ethan Blake was transported to another world, unlike the rest who were, he was deemed unfit to be a hero due to his lack of magic. Scorned and bullied by the rest, Ethan was soon labeled the false hero, and brought to the low level of a slave. He was met by danger, at the verge of death, when he was suddenly blessed with a power, one that granted him the ability to turn maidens into witches. With this new power, Ethan will now walk the world, knowing he has the power to change his faith and everything around him. N:B- The synopsis doesn't really do justice to the novel, please give it a go and decide for yourself if it's good or not. The main harem is around 3-5 girls, but be warned, they don't all come at once, as i don't want to to be cliche. There will be some steamy scenes and also heartbreak, thrilling and wholesome ones too, so get ready!.

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Will you be my witch?

"No! Stay away from me!" One of the children screamed, his voice trembling with fear. The remaining kids echoed his sentiment, their panic evident in their desperate cries. They ran as if their lives depended on it, desperate to escape from the looming threat that pursued them.

"Don't kill me... please, I don't want to die!" their voices echoed through the air, a chilling chorus of terror and despair.

Amidst the chaos, Kid Ethan stood at a distance, his eyes fixed on the fleeing children. The world around him seemed shrouded in darkness, but a strange phenomenon occurred—the light seemed to follow his every step, casting an ethereal glow around him.

Ethan's countenance remained remarkably calm despite the harrowing scene before him. Slowly, he raised his hand, his gaze fixated on his trembling palm.