The Werewolf and his Prince

The Werewolf and his Prince

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The youngest prince of the Rebia Kingdom had snuck out of his room. Again. The reason for this is unknown, even the young boy didn't know why he was leaving his room, even though he was aware he would get into an infinite amount of trouble when his mother would somehow find him in the morning.~ This is the first paragraph of the entire story. There will be a mild amount of gore throughout the story so if you are not a fan of that kind of thing, please do not read this. I wrote this for an assignment at school and really liked it so I decided to continue it on here. If you have any idea's for what could happen, please tell me, I'm open to any idea's! This may turn into a boy x boy story so if you don't like that, please don't read, or read just to criticize. The cover is not my own art. I hope you enjoy the story!
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My heart pulsated through my chest and I didn't think I could hold on for much longer. The frightening, terrorising feeling of his fingers slipping through mine was causing the arm that was gripping to the edge of the cliff to shake. "Hold on, Harry! I've got you, I swear! Please, just hold on!" my voice held a shrill of terror to it and my eyes were filling with tears; tears of pain, frustration and sheer horror. Harry moved his gaze from our slipping fingers to my eyes. "It's okay, Ethan. Let go. You can't save me; not this time." I hated how calm his tone was. I hated how defeated he sounded. He had never given up - we always held hope for one another! We never gave up. "Don't you say that to me! Don't you fucking say that to me!" I roared, a small sob escaping my lips. Harry just smiled sadly, his muscular, beautiful body swaying in the harsh wind. The fall was so big; he would surely die of a heart attack before he hit the ground. I prayed to God he would. No. I was breaking my own rule; I would not give up on him. Either both of us lived or neither of us would. My life would be over the second his ended, anyway.

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