Fangs Of The Forgotten

Fangs Of The Forgotten

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Story Description: Lucian Everhart was born into nobility but cast aside as a failure-weak, clumsy, and unworthy of the Everhart name. Abandoned by his own parents and stripped of his inheritance, his life ended in disgrace. But fate had other plans. Lucian refuses to be the weak heir they discarded. With the guidance of Fenrir, a powerful wolf familiar, and the relentless training of the mysterious warrior Merida, he sharpens his body, mind, and soul into a weapon. No longer the forsaken child, Lucian grows colder, deadlier, and more ruthless. As whispers of betrayal, hidden powers, and dark conspiracies surface within the empire, he prepares to reclaim everything stolen from him. His enemies thought they had buried him. They never expected him to rise again....................
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