The Cursed Child, The Werewolf Boy, in the Garden of Songs
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  • Reads 53
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  • Parts 21
  • Time 3h 21m
Ongoing, First published Apr 09, 2024
Mature
This is the Book 2 of the Mixed Blood: Round Table of Knights focus mainly to Hiiragi Yori-- a boy born as a vessel for an eastern deity and cursed to dwell only on hardships.

When Yori met the Lord Vampire and a Fairy of Ice from the land he was enslaved with, the gears of his destiny begin to, once again, function and progress. They said that his destiny is to be a vampire knight serving the Progenitor Queen, but before that, he should go back to his homeland to mend a bond that once lost, find out his true self, and unravel the truth of his immortal curse.
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𝓘 𝓦𝓸𝓾𝓵𝓭 𝓛𝓸𝓿𝓮 𝓽𝓸 𝓓𝓲𝓮

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"There is a Japanese phrase that I like..." The words dripping from his tongue like honey. My shoulders slightly quivering, as he moves his head slowly to the other side. His lips so close to skin at every second, but not yet touching me. "Koi no yokan. Now It doesn't mean love at first sight. More so love at second sight. When I saw you standing in the middle of my room the first day. When my eyes laid upon you from across this library. I felt the inevitable." His hands move in closer to my body grabbing my thighs, he picks me up and sets me on the table. Moving me as if I weighed nothing. He settles himself between my legs. The feeling of him against me drawing a gasp out of my mouth. My hand reaching out to grab his bicep. I needed to cling onto to something. An anchor to keep me in reality. What is he saying? Why does he always have to talk in riddles? He's like the mad hatter. Yet I'm the one going mad for him. "I don't like the word inevitable. Being forced... Impossible to avoid. If you think about it. Who's really the one who's backed who into a corner here?"