Warlord's Ward

Warlord's Ward

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He came into our village like a shadow. A Dark Dread filled with powerful magic. The King merely called him Warlord. And he owned the name. Leaving wreckage in his wake. But for me he had other plans. His cutting blue eyes seeing straight through my disguise. As his slave, his mere plaything, I'll learn the true darkness of magic without conscience. Anything he wants if me, he takes. Anything he wants me to do. I am willed to do with the flick of his hand. His power is an all consuming whirlwind. And I'm just the pretty butterfly caught in it.
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To appease a brutal Northern Alpha, I was sent as a sacrifice. They call him Kael, a king bound by a blood curse that transforms him into a mindless beast. I am the price for peace, another offering to be consumed in the dark halls of his icy castle. Our forced blood contract is meant to be his cure, but for me, it is a cage, shackling me to a monster whose very presence is a threat. But the true danger lies not in the Alpha's claws, but in the chilling secrets that haunt his court. Girls disappear from their chambers in the dead of night, their fates sealed by whispers of dark rituals and a thirst that can't be quenched. I am determined not to be the next to vanish. As I navigate a world of political intrigue and ancient magic, I find myself caught between two brothers. One is a gentle prince, a beacon of warmth who risks everything to offer me kindness. The other is the tormented black wolf that guards my tower at night, a silent protector whose eyes burn with a familiar pain.

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