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Surrendered To The Lord Of Sin

How would a wolf birth a witch and a witch wed the Devil’s Bone? Lucrezia Bathory has lived as an outcast from her pack until married to the rumored Devil’s Incarnate of Dreadwyn. A land built on souls of the dead and the throne of human bones—an ugly creature of the dark with sharp fangs, claws, and a monstrous form—known to eat the flesh of the innocent, and drink the marrow of the wicked. To protect her family and House Bathory, Lucrezia carries the cross as sacrifice to prove her birthright. But who knew the creature wedded wasn't as described in the tome as ‘ugly’ but a Sin destined to lure her astray. A Daydream disguised as a Nightmare, and a Nightmare of many colors. *** EXCERPT “You want to know what I want?” He stepped forward, pinning her gaze deep into his bright hazel eyes, reminding her sanity she just treaded the wrong question. When he drew closer, she stepped back, heart drumming loud that its rhythmic sound replaced the sudden silence sealed with heat, until the back of her legs hit the table behind, taking her weight along its surface. Gods… she was only wearing a silk night gown, and the windows were perfectly closed, hearth warm enough against the cold yet she was burning. “I can’t breathe, Lucreiza,” He pronounced her name like a sinful prayer, and she gulped, her mouth almost hanging from delusion. “I can't breathe because you’re fucking me with your scent. I’m going crazy with every passing second I breathe, and seeing you like this, utterly bare, makes me want to make you beg.” It was so short, but she could feel every power, every restrian, every pleasure, just by words alone. How insane can it drive her, were determined by her reaction. Unknown emotions she has never felt before, emotions that heated and chilled her all at the same time. A gasp escaped her lips when he pressed closer, and her legs parted unconsciously, conceding to his unexpressed demand. Now she was pinned in between the body of a monster. One whom she should fear, but felt… expectation? He leaned in and she stuttered a breath, throwing her head back as his fangs grazed her skin in a manner that’s supposed to make her crawl. Run. But instead, it made her desperate. “You don't know even half of what I want, half of what I need.” At this point, Lucreiza’s mind was a totally mess that nothing else registered apart from what he was doing to her. “I’m not just the monster you should fear, witch. I’m the Devil you should deny,” That was the thing… she couldn’t reject him. Fear him. Stir clear. Run. Nothing else made sense to her apart from the burning flames in her chest, the one she never knew when exactly it transpired. The world seemed to cease when she opened her mouth and uttered the damnation, that even the heavens screamed warning from above. “Y-yes,” she whispered, voice hanging from ecstasy. “M-Make me b-beg,” PS: MATURED CONTENT. #webnovel
Ace_zza · 20.8k Views

Swords & Roses

"Don't abuse the weak, protect those who asks you, don't make them plead" those were the last words that rang in Vojislav Dave heard' ears as he walks away from his father's grave. Followed him behind was his precious wife, Eleanor. Her soothing voice comforted him. After his mother, followed by the death of his father--Vojislav Dave heard, a knight's son in the beautiful village of Ruthenia, Ukraine, he and his wife's love story were widespread as one of the most tragic tales in history. On September of 1003 BCE, the supposed Byzantine raid on his village--massacred his people. The raid left a broken and a burning Ruthenia. The byzantine soldiers were ruthless--setting houses on fire, assaulting women, beating the elderly and stripping children away from thier land and shipping them off as Slaves. Vojislav and his wife were abducted in the raid and were shipped off to Byzantium--the capital of Anatolia. There, Slav was put in the emperor's army as a knight--where Eleanor's fate seemed uncertain at first. Since she was a woman and a slave--her fate was divided into 2 paths. - being sold to the tavern Or sold to the imperial palace for the prince's pleasure. Eleanor was a modest woman, though fate seemed to be the opposite for her--and soon she was admitted into the imperial palace. Where she learned to survive the deadly political intrigues of the concubines. The day she stepped foot in their--she sensed the brewing enmity between her and them--since the prince made her his most favored concubine. Would she bend to her fate? Would she be united with her husband? Now, that's worth a chapter!!
DeryaYildirim · 27k Views