Rise of the Demon Monarch
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Book 1 of RoDM series.
The black-robed man gave me an indifferent look, and I saw a twisted smile forming on his lips.
"All your positive emotions and feelings, and you shall never again become happy or feel joy, cursed to forever pursue power. That is the price for your life and your revenge."
I smiled.
"I agree."
I never had anything of my own anyway. This price was very cheap in comparison to my greed. Let a monster be born in my stead. Let the blood of my enemies flow like rivers. Let my pursuit of power be obsessive and never-ending.
These were my last thoughts before the darkness engulfed me.
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Raphael Langston was despised, enslaved and thrown away. Right when he was about to die, he gained another chance at life. He will have to travel the Demon World, enter the incoming wars and change the future in order to perform his revenge and rise to the top of the world.
However, there are too many mysteries about his own reincarnation that even he cannot understand. Who is he? What is the true purpose of the war between demons and humans? Why did they get invaded by Otherworlders?
Raphael will do anything to get to the bottom of these secrets and find out the true meaning of his existence.
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The book contains scenes with violence, torture, slavery and manipulation that may not be appropriate for certain audiences.
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They said the Hunt was sacred. That if I was chosen, it meant fate. But fate didn't feel like a mouth on my skin or claws at my back. It felt like blood. Mine. For years, I stayed hidden. Quiet. Unclaimed. I stole seeds from the state fields, grew food in secret, fed my family from soil and silence. I did everything right - stayed beneath their radar, beneath their noses. I didn't make waves. I didn't ask for more. But monsters never forget a scent. And when the Hunt came, I was scented. Tracked. Taken. I stabbed him. I buried the blade in his shoulder and watched him bleed. It didn't matter. Because he still bit me. And the world saw. Now my face is on every screen. The girl who didn't run. The girl who fought back. Some call me a rebel. Some call me a mate. But they all forget one thing. I wasn't made to be claimed. I was made to survive. And if they want to collar me, cage me, crown me - they'll have to reckon with everything I've kept buried beneath the roots. Because I am not the flower. I'm the fire beneath it. Rewrite version of formerly known book Escaping the monsters Embrace
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