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BLEEDCROWNS :Ashes Of The First War

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Time 3h 32m

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🔥🍷 In a world carved from fire and blood, every heart hides a blade, every promise drips with betrayal, and every shadow hides a storm. Loyalties are fragile. Love is lethal. And power is a crown soaked in blood. Bleedcrowns is a dark, relentless dance of desire, vengeance, and the monsters we keep inside.⚡


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"I'll burn the whole thing down if I have to." -Thorne


"Do all your drinks come with that look, or just the ones you plan to steal hearts with?" -Thalor


"Only the strong ones. The weak spill before I smile." -Sylsa


"Even in my darkest moments, thinking of you is the light that guides me home, Solric!!" -Alora


"And I will be that light for you, now and forever-no shadow can dim what we share." -Solric


"Our lives will not be easy from here on." -Lyara


"I cried for days until you forgave me." -Alenya


"I know I'm hot. Your eyes will burn. Be careful." -Ysolde

"No worries. Already burned, love!" -Kaenor


"I am not the shadow that waits... I am the storm that devours." -Yzhera


"Anyone who steps forward will be hurt!" -Thessia


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Six kingdoms. Six bloodlines. All cursed, all crowned.
They were born of fire, shadow, beasts, and forgotten magic.
Their power shaped the world.
Their war nearly destroyed it.

Now the heirs rise-some broken, some ruthless, some still burning.
Old secrets are waking. Forbidden love bleeds into ancient hate.
And the line between loyalty and betrayal grows thin.All Rights Reserved

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