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THE BEAST PEOPLE: Betrayal and Love in the Shadows of War

"When will you stop hunting your fellow beings? "Your mind has been poisoned, you are being fed lies, you have been bred to despise us, you know nothing about us, and you are all born as warriors to hunt us. We do bleed the same blood you shed.When are you going to wake up and realize that we are bleeding and dying while telling you that we won't use our power against you? and stop... stumbling... through the dark!" ................................................................................................................................................................... " ah, you commoner! My beloved people, you were made for battle, you were made to be warriors, and you were made to stand up for and save the weakest among us! We have been eradicating Alakijon the beast's tribe for thousands of years. They steal from and kill our people, using our blood to prolong their immortal souls and destroy our land. They are beasts; they killed our Mighty king and set us on fire. Our people are dying of retaliation. Wake up, people. "Prince Rogba said ................................................................. *** MATURE CONTENT*** warning After the enchanting and lingering kiss, Prince Rogba leaned back slightly, their lips barely grazing. The steamy puffs of their breaths intertwined as her intoxicated eyes slowly opened. But before his radiant face could come into focus in her hazy vision, his tongue found its way back into her mouth. Another deep, impassioned kiss followed, raw and electrifying. He continued to explore, savor, and caress the depths of her mouth, as if he couldn't quench his thirst for her. As he indulged in her lips, Arẹwa was overwhelmed by an indescribable pleasure, a sensation that threatened to consume her senses. A warmth, both fiery and sweet, started to swell within her breast, stomach, and between her thighs. A gentle moan escaped her lips, and her trembling hands moved instinctively, resting delicately against his bare chest. A contented rumble emanated from Rogba's throat, and suddenly his mouth was on her jawline. He kissed and nibbled along her jaw, gradually tracing down the curve of her neck, tasting her as though she were something celestial. The pleasure was so intense that Arẹwa could only writhe in response. The exquisite and fiery sensation coursing down her bosom intensified suddenly. When he sucked on the sensitive skin of her neck with fervor, she shivered, feeling as though electric currents were coursing through her entire body. Prince Rogba, unable to hold back any longer, slowly removed her dress, leaving her half-naked as they sank onto the bed. ........... " come here.. come here... towards me Ida's clan heiress, your body is weak I didn't think you could complete this mission... look towards the darkness.. it's a spirit realms..go go in..." she said commanding " no! no!! no!!! some one help!!!." Arẹwa call for helps

Goldenheart001 · 军事
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chapter 68:The Chorus of Victory: Echoes of Destiny"

In the climactic crescendo of the battle, Prince Rogba invoked the divine forces with unwavering determination. His words were a symphony, calling upon the ancient deities in a fervent plea for their intervention.

"Oh, god of thunder Olukoso, clothed in fire, blaze both eyes and mouth. I understand your demands and forbidden realms. I seek your aid, even if it means delving into the forbidden. I call upon the entity that takes on diverse forms, assisting mourners in their lamentations, sowing fear in their hearts. The mourner cries, and the devil weeps blood. I beseech your assistance because I comprehend your demands and forbidden arts. I invoke you, god of iron, dwelling in a home with water yet bathing in blood. Clad in cloth, but concealing yourself with palm leaves. I comprehend your forbidden ways and demands. I summon the goddess of war, the possessor of the conqueror's sword. I call upon you, gods and goddesses, answer my call. I beseech you, gods and goddesses, your aid is imperative."

His invocation was a torrent of energy, transforming him into a conduit of divine might. His eyes blazed like fires, and his very being emanated a chilling aura. The heavens responded to his summons; Olukoso's thunder roared, wielding flames that engulfed the foe.

As if possessed, the swords and iron weapons fought on their own, animated by supernatural forces. Dark magic smoke veiled the battleground, the epitome of forbidden sorcery beginning to crumble. The enemy troops succumbed, falling like leaves in a storm.

Astonishment gripped both friend and foe as the gods themselves intervened, revealing their support. The rain cascaded like boiling water, a testament to the divine presence gracing the battle. Victory, once a distant dream, now hung tantalizingly close, its fragrance permeating the air.

Seizing this opportune moment, Prince Rogba moved swiftly, capturing Arun, the nefarious leader of the invaders. The war of the Jagud was finally won. The heavens themselves seemed to exult in jubilation, a roar so mighty it shook the very foundations of the world.

A primal scream echoed through the sky, a jubilant exclamation that reverberated through the souls of all present. The collective force of victory sent everyone collapsing to their knees, their gratitude and relief washing over them like a tidal wave.

Even the witches, who had orchestrated their malevolent plot, were overpowered by the sheer magnitude of the moment. Silence enveloped the continent, an eerie stillness as if the very earth had paused in reverence for the momentous triumph.

In the grand tapestry of fate, this was a resounding victory—a chorus of destiny that heralded the vanquishing of darkness and the dawn of a new era. The echoes of this triumph would resonate through time, leaving an indelible mark on the annals of history.

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