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The Seventh Throne

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The assassin prince Yoru’s past is steeped in shadow. Betrayed by his own blood, branded an outcast and demon lord, he survived by carving his name into the world as its deadliest assassin. Vengeance became his purpose, and the stars his only silent witnesses. Yet when the last enemy fell, nothing remained—only a hollow man with no reason to keep breathing. Fate, however, is not finished with him. Reborn into a world of sword and sorcery, Yoru awakens as Hoshikawa—no longer bound to hatred, no longer forced to live as a weapon. This time, he finds fragile bonds, borrowed warmth, and lives worth protecting. He learns that some mistakes can be mended—and some futures must be defended before they are broken. But peace is a lie the world tells itself. When blood is spilled once more and those he loves are taken from him, Hoshikawa stands at the same crossroads as before. Revenge beckons, sharp and familiar. Yet this time, the question is no longer who deserves to die— but what kind of man he chooses to become.
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The Devil Who Claimed Me

She hated him for lying to her and kidnapping her. He would burn the world to protect her. “I’d rather die than be owned by you,” I screamed. He approached slowly, his expression cold and unreadable. “You can’t die without my permission.” -------------- Mila Vega, a promising heart surgeon, lived her life on her own terms until she saved a stranger, until she found out the weak and injured man she had brought home was a ruthless devil. Dominic Russo, a mafia king, cold, calculative, untouchable. Mila hated him. She hated him for locking her up, for the way he looked at her as if she belonged to him. ----------- I stepped back as he approached. “You won’t be able to cage me here,” I barked. “I’ll find my freedom.” He sneered, with dangerous light in his eyes. “Try it. You won’t make it past the gate." He didn’t bluff. He wouldn’t let her leave his side, no matter what. Trapped in his dangerous world, Mila should run. But why couldn’t she stop thinking about him? She saw him kill without mercy, yet his eyes softened when they rested on her. His touch was possessive, but protective. ‘Does he love me?’ Her heart raced. In the world ruled by blood and power, with enemies close in from every corner, emotions were luxury. Love couldn’t bloom. Just as she started to wonder if this monster had a heart, she realized his heart was too cold to warm it. She understood she was nothing but his plaything. Mila’s hatred ignited all over again. She wanted to disappear from his world for good. But the man she called a monster, a ruthless killer, might be the only one willing to burn the world to protect her. ------------ He pinched my chin, putting enough force to make me wince. “You will not run again.” I dared to look into his eyes defiantly. “And if I do?” He said in a calm tone. “I’ll bring you back.”
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