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THE WARRIOR OF NO ORDER; THE ZHEN CHRONICLES

Zhen wakes up to find herself in the battle of Moskei, the sound of the swords as they cut their victims was terrifying. She is unsure of how she got there and had little memories of who she was. She is rescued by a mysterious warrior,Wei Chen who is the keeper of the Dune. He rides back with her to the Sea. The Dune is the spiritual core that binds its keeper to its territory. While Wei Chen was away,the Northern emissaries waged war against the Sea( the fortress of all Harems). This was made possible because Wei Chen was disconnected from his dune for a short while. As the Sea prepared for the next invasion from the North, Zhen begins to display extraordinary abilities never seen before in all the land. As her stay was prolonged so was her confusion. Many spoke of a long kept prophecy,she was to fulfill. She saw dreams of possible connection to the Dune and the Warrior ancestor of the Sea. In the midst of all these, her heart became flooded with love for Wei Chen who was set to help her unlock her inner energy as quickly as possible. As she was being trained amongst the warrior orders,she must gain attainment of the seventh level of concentration and unlock the energy level which will prove that she really is the Chosen One. As the battle draws closer and new enemies are awakened,Zhen must discover her connection to the Dune,the Prophecy, Wei Chen and her part in overcoming the enemies of the Sea. If she embraces the possibilities within her, she may become -a warrior who belongs to no order at all
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Surrendered To The Lord Of Sin

Married to a feared Lord of Sin, a witch must survive his hunger and unravel the truth about his power and her own destiny. 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
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