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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!.

Kirito_K5 · 奇幻
分數不夠
268 Chs

Fear untop Fear

Trssssk!

The deafening crash of shattered glass reverberated throughout the vicinity, punctuating the dramatic exit of Quin and Ethan's bodies as they hurtled through the fractured window, descending rapidly toward the unforgiving earth below.

In a thunderous collision, their forms collided with the ground, causing a symphony of splintering glass as fragments of discarded eyewear scattered across the rugged terrain. 

Ethan's feet made a jarring impact, causing them to skid backwards, his hand firmly gripping the swaying chain as his unwavering gaze remained fixed upon Quin.

Meanwhile, Quin gracefully alighted upon the ground, employing his mastery of wind magic to lessen the force of his landing. He skillfully maintained his equilibrium, his fingers still wrapped around the hilt of his formidable scythe, which gleamed ominously in his grasp.