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The Bead & Blade Relics [18+]
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MatureComplete Fri, Feb 20, 20263h 48m
Ziwe never meant to steal a relic, and Arin definitely didn't mean to kidnap the one girl who could doom-or save-them both.
Bound by a lethal blood oath and chased by magic that holds grudges, they'll have to find a missing blade, outsmart ancient spirits, and resist the very inconvenient attraction growing between them. 😍😍
Magic is messy. Their feelings are worse. 💥💥
Expect sarcasm, cursed relics, reluctant allies, dangerously growing feelings, and magic that absolutely does not care about your personal boundaries.
On this unexpected journey, somewhere between duty and doom, the blacksmith's son and the Priestess will have to decide whether they're enemies, allies, or something far more dangerous.
Because when iron and water fall in love, someone always gets scorched.
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