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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

You're glowing.

"Hold on… no there"

"I can't take it… Ethan~"

A sudden rush of air escaped Anna's parted lips as her eyes shot open, wide and startled. Blinking against the harsh tent light, her heart raced in her chest like a wild stallion. 

he found herself sprawled within the tent's confines, the fabric cool against her skin. With a shaky exhale, she brought a trembling hand to her flushed face, her fingers feeling the sweat-dampened skin beneath them.

''That wasn't a dream…" Her voice was a hushed admission, a sliver of disbelief wrapped around each word.

Her legs, bare and exposed, met the tent floor in a continuous rhythm, a nervous dance born from the intensity of her thoughts. 

Slowly, like a leaf trembling in the wind, she lowered her hand from her face, her wide eyes sweeping the dimly lit interior.