Those Who Suffer, Those Who Survive

Those Who Suffer, Those Who Survive

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A tundra shrouded in biting winds and merciless cold, a town terrorized by a blood-thirsty nightmare and a half-blood Prince facing an adversary to challenge his demonic abilities. The tale unfolds as Noctis sets off to rid the town of Angora of its scourge. But in the hunt, life and death hang in the balance. In the hunt, everything else bows to desperation and in the hunt, not everything is as it meets the eye. Will the half-demon be able to brave the bitter secrets hidden in the frost? Will he be able to hunt down a menace beyond his imagination? Or in the end will the hunter become the hunted? For where the goats graze, the wolf lies in wait. "There are those who suffer. Then there are those who survive. Sadly, it is often the world which gets to choose who would be which"
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He was born royalty a tri-breed prince, the first of his kind. She was just a human girl with fire in her heart and no idea the supernatural world even existed. But the moment he found her, the bond snapped into place; wild, forbidden, and far too early. She couldn't remember. He could never forget. He watched from the shadows, hungered in silence, torn between the duty of a king and the pull of a mate the universe marked for him. She grew up not knowing he'd already chosen her. But the heat between them only smoldered, scorching beneath every stolen glance, every gift left without a name, every moment she didn't understand and every one he couldn't stop himself from creating. Because some bonds don't wait. And love like theirs? It burns before it blooms.

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