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My Beastly Mates

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3 chapters per day will start next month (June). Your votes and comments are highly appreciated, xoxo — BLURB Wayne: "I will never let anyone take you from me; you are my light in this dark forest." ​Euphoria: "If you want to keep me, you’d better stop treating me like a delicate doll and start realizing I can fight my own battles!" ​Luce: "A lion’s warmth is fleeting, little female, but the cold embrace of a serpent lasts forever; why not let me show you the true meaning of possession?" ​Euphoria: "I don't care if you're a king of the jungle or a god of the shadows—if you try to cage me, you'll find out that even the smallest prey can draw blood." ​After a mysterious accident, Euphoria wakes up in a world where the laws of nature are written in blood and strength. She is a "female"—a rare, coveted treasure in a land of towering beastmen who can shift into lethal predators. Caught between the fierce loyalty of the golden lion Wayne and the cold, suffocating possessiveness of the serpent Luce, Euphoria must use her modern wits and hidden weapons to survive. In a world that wants to cage her, she must prove that even the most delicate-looking prey can have the sharpest bite. ​
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Warcraft: The Light alone cannot save Azeroth

The Light alone cannot save Azeroth. No one can. They whisper these words like gospel, like inevitable truth carved into stone. WHO decided that? Who appointed fate as our master? Who crowned despair as our king? I was once a prince who believed in salvation through obedience. Through the Light. Through duty to crown and clergy. Through blind faith in powers greater than myself. And I learned a bitter lesson: the gods do not fight our wars. The heavens do not bleed for us. But I have shed that weakness like a serpent sheds its skin. Azeroth does not need saviors who kneel and pray. It does not need heroes who defer to prophecy and hope for divine intervention. It needs those willing to seize POWER—the power of conviction, of will, of absolute determination—and wield it without hesitation, without apology, without the paralyzing doubt of lesser men. I have seen what humanity is capable of when we stop asking permission. When we stop waiting for the Light to guide us. When we decide that OUR strength, OUR choice, OUR sacrifice will be enough. So I say this to every soul that hears me: We will not be saved by distant gods or ancient prophecies or the benevolence of forces we cannot control. We will be saved by OURSELVES. By conviction. By the refusal to accept defeat as destiny. By the recognition that WE are the authors of Azeroth's fate. The question is not whether we CAN save Azeroth. The question is whether we have the strength to decide that WE WILL, and to become the warriors, the leaders, the sacrifice that this world demands. That is the path of a true prince of Lordaeron. That is our burden. That is our glory. Of Humanity! This is not the same translation as my other one, New Dawn of Lordaeron. 魔兽:圣光救不了艾泽拉斯
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