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A legend told that far, far away, in the farthest reaches of the magical kingdoms, there was a city, a great black city built on a mountain famous for its curse. Only the dark mages and all those deeply rooted in darkness had the possibility to penetrate this place of night, feared by all. It was there, unknown to all, that a young boy was imprisoned. He lived only within the walls of a huge building, among other children, and led by a banished mage, who wished to subdue him because of his rebellious and indomitable nature. He did not know how to free himself from this terrible prison. But the opportunity came at his thirteenth birthday when he discovered a power that the black mages wished he never had.
The prince of Mages
Chapter 1 : The awakening of power
In the vast magical world, diverse and infinitely challenging, there existed different stories. One of them was about a battle, so extraordinary that it became legendary and passed through the ages. The formidable battle between an emperor as powerful as he was just, and a sorcerer whose very existence defined the abomination.
It was a confrontation as terrible as it was inevitable that every people thought they had to understand and approve of. A war of all times between good and evil, light and darkness.
But the truth was never simple or what each race claimed was reality. Not to mention the deceptive appearances and manipulations that were the real causes of their blindness.
The great battle had taken place at the top of a black mountain named by the guardian sorcerers - Stanys, which in ancient languages meant "the dwelling of the chosen ones of evil", a remote and unknown territory to the common man, hence the choice of the black sorcerer to build his immense kingdom, a city of freedom and darkness that he hoped would be inaccessible to all.
And recognizing his mistake, he foresaw the imminent arrival of his greatest enemy, preparing himself as best he could, using all his talent, his great strength, his will and his magic, sparing no effort, in order to wage the fight of his life. Even though he was perfectly aware of the inevitable outcome.
In the Chamber of Spells, equipped with his thick book of invocations, proudly wearing a dark battle uniform, protected by thick armor, and complemented by a long cloak of a dark night sovereign, the sorcerer had the desperate desire and ambition to summon a beast, the biggest, most powerful and cruelest one there is, to balance as best he could the long awaited battle. With his hands outstretched, he radiated and recited a spell in a deep and gloomy voice. Soon, the entire wall behind him, inscribed with darkly glowing magic hieroglyphics, liquefied and turned into a thick fog, giving access to a colossal door that opened and let out a monster as black as it was sordid, immense and powerful, with thick, rough skin covered with stones, and whose coldness would have frozen any weak being. A monster like the magician had probably dreamed of. Moreover his sinister yellow eyes, devoid of light, looked around him with an abject greed that enchanted his master. The latter smiled triumphantly as he admired the monster he had succeeded in summoning.
But as he prepared to evoke a new spell, a deep and sardonic voice suddenly rose, resonating throughout the room with a force that made even the foundation stones tremble and gradually dissipated the heavy black clouds created by the dark spells.
"Oh, that's an impressive beast you have there, Goem." Then he added with a sardonic burst of laughter: "And I am a master at it. »
"Of course, since you are one yourself," the sorcerer cynically thought. "And the worst of all.»
The magic voice continued.
"Mine will be especially happy to play with it. I mean, in the short time this thing can resist him."
It was then that powerful magic sparks invaded the place and dissipated the remnants of darkness that filled it, which otherwise had no chance to resist.
Seeing this extraordinary demonstration of strength, the sorcerer, boiling with fury and yet feeling fear crawl towards him like treacherous shadows, stood up and freed his body from the waves of black mist, then he cried out.
"Good. Now that you have finally decided to come, show yourself to the light, if I may say so."
"Oh, and humorist in addition to your many talents. I'm finally going to have a good time in your company, if you also allow me this expression, dear opponent! »
And as soon as his sneer subsided, a whole wall collapsed under the pressure of phenomenal power, and the arrogant and strong ruler, with an unbearable mocking laughter, wearing a magnificent white and shiny metal armor and a long grey velvet coat, mounted on a huge winged beast whose beautiful silvery fur shone at the slightest light, brandished a magic sword at his enemy.
"I am here, Goem. And dazzled with all the light necessary so that you see only me. And I am happy to see that you have prepared yourself as best you could for our fight. For, as you have surely understood, the time has come for me to put an end to your existence. »
"And what finally decided you?" the opponent asked curtly, clearly nurturing a murderous desire.
The sovereign shrugged his shoulders, a small sardonic pout on his face.
"Who knows? To any other, I could have bothered to cite various reasons, even noble ones, if it would reassure him. Reasons such as justice, duty, liberty, and they will have no other choice, no other desire than to believe me? But to you, who are almost perfectly aware of my real nature, I would simply say boredom. In short," he concluded with a careless gesture, "whatever the reason, I'm going to put an end to what all these weak and whining people haven't had the power to do."
The dark magician sneered fiercely.
"For someone who is voluntarily on my territory, you are very arrogant to think that you could beat me there."
"But I am." The visitor confirmed with confidence. "And whatever you say, you would have, I know, given everything, including this disgusting city that you seem to love so much, to my great surprise moreover, for it not to be true."
Then, going on the offensive, the creature of darkness opened its big mouth and launched a powerful shot at his arrivals. But its radiant and very quick opponent protected himself by creating a huge spherical shield around him and his master and easily stopped the attack. The haughty ruler patted his creature's fur, satisfied.
"Good work, my boy. Now I'm going to let you have your fun. I only hope for your sake that he will resist long enough to satisfy you."
And his master jumped off his back with superb skill.
"Have a good time!"
The silvery creature rushed towards the black monster, who did the same, growling, roaring like a beast flying towards its destiny. Their terrible collision destroyed the entire room. While the black magician, drawing his sword, ready to fight, waited with a firm foot for the emperor who rushed towards him, his sword of light, skillfully brandished, and clearly displaying the expression of someone who did not doubt his victory. And deep inside, although it hurt him deeply, the magician never forgot this reality.
Love, Dania knew it very early when she was still ignorant of existence. It was her destiny. She was a happy and free girl, loved by her family, and above all human. But the problem was precisely the object of all her passion, which was not. He came from a world where magic reigned supreme. And worst of all, he himself, who should have represented all the beauty and charm of a fairy tale prince, seemed so cold and unreal. But all this did not stop Dania from loving him and wanting to find him. So, gathering her courage and determination, she decided to enter his world and visit all the kingdoms until she could finally reach her goal. His world struck by a curse like no other. But as time went by, and as she met new people, courageous and extraordinary, Dania changed and deviated little by little from her path and soon understood that the real curse was not always what it seemed.
Yzvalthes, the great winged empire, and pride of Eyel galaxy, has finally decided to sign a peace treaty with its decadal rival - Aedor, in order to restore balance in all systems. But the great event was interrupted by terrible attacks, perpetrated by the evil organization VARDOG, supported by traitors on both sides. Emeon - the king of Aedor was unfortunately killed during the invasion, but his daughter, Princess Airine, managed to escape, thanks to the loyalty of friends. A few years later, Duke Alfagus - the new ruler of Aedor, discovered Airine's shelter and sent assassins from Deeha to kill her and thus extinguish the line of the royal family that he hated so much. It was not counting Myrhes Jeugalk, the former prince of Yzvalthes, and the young prodigy of the galactic foundation of Gaazal entrusted to protect Airine and who immediately became her greatest ally.
When Zora was sick during the early days of her pregnancy, Ezrah was with his first love, Piper. When Zora got into an accident and called Ezrah, he said he was busy, when in actual fact, he was buying shoes for Piper. Zora lost her baby because of the accident, and throughout her stay at the hospital, Ezrah never showed up. She already knew that he didn't love her, but that was the last straw for the camel's back, and her fragile heart could not take it anymore. When Ezrah arrived home a few days after Zora was discharged from the hospital, he no longer met the woman who always greeted him with a smile and cared for him. Zora stood at the top of the stairs and yelled with a cold expression, "Good news, Ezrah! Our baby died in a car accident. There is nothing between us anymore, so let's get a divorce." The man who claimed not to have any feelings for Zora, being cold and distant towards her, and having asked her for a divorce twice, instantly panicked.
"I'm going to tell you what I have in mind," he murmured. "First you're going to strip down until you're completely naked," he whispered against her ear. "Then I'm going to tie you up so you're completely powerless and subject to my every whim." "Mmm, sounds good so far," she murmured. "Then I'm going to insert a plug to prepare you for me. After that I'm going to spank that sweet ass of yours until it's rosy with my marks." She shivered uncontrollably, her mind exploding with the images he evoked. She let out a small whimper as he sucked the lobe of her ear into his mouth. God, she could cum with just his words. She was already aching with need. Her nipples tingled and hardened to painful points. Her clit pulsed and twitched between her legs until she clamped her thighs together to alleviate the burn. "And then I'm going to f**k your mouth. But I won't cum. Not yet. When I'm close, I'll flog you again until your ass is burning and you're on fire with the need for relief. And then I'm going to f**k that ass. I'm going to take you hard and rough, to the very limits of what you can withstand. I won't be gentle. Not tonight. I'm going to take you as roughly as you can stand. And then I'm going to cum all over your ass. Are you ready to be completely and utterly dominated?"
Amy didn't expect that her husband whom she had loved and trusted earnestly for many years would be cheating on her by having sex with his secretary. When she confronted him, he and his secretary mocked and ridiculed her, they called her barren to her face, afterall, she had not conceived for the past three years that she had been married to her husband, Callan. Terribly Heartbroken, she filed for divorce and left to the club, she picked a random gigolo, had a hot one night stand with him, paid him and dissapeared to a small city. She came back to the country six years later with three identical cute boys and three identical cute girls of the same age. She settled and got a job but soon find out that her CEO was the gigolo she had sex with six years back at the club. Will she be able to hide her six little cuties from her CEO, who happens to be the most powerful man in NorthHill and beleived to be infertile? Can Amy and the most powerful man in NorthHill get along considering the social gap between them.
For as long as Emily can remember, she has wanted to overcome her shyness and explore her sexuality. Still, everything changes when she receives an invitation to visit one of the town's most prestigious BDSM clubs, DESIRE'S DEN. On the day she chose to peruse the club, she noticed three men, all dressed in suits, standing on the upper level, near the railing. Despite her limited vision, she persisted in fixating on them. Their towering statues belied the toned bodies concealed by their sharply tailored suits-or so she could tell. The hair of two of them was short and dark, and the third had light brown-possibly blond-hair that reached the shoulders. The dark, crimson background incised their figures, exuding an air of mystery and strength. They stood in stark contrast to the unfiltered, primal energy that pulsed through the club. Shocked by the desires these men aroused in her, she was disappointed to learn that they were masters seeking a slave to divide and conquer. She couldn't afford the fee, and she also realized that they were outside her league. Emily hurriedly left the club, feeling disappointed and depressed, unaware that she had also caught the group's attention. A world of wicked pleasure, three handsome men. Over the years, they have lived a life of decadence, their lavish lair serving as a stage for their most sinister desires. But despite the unending parade of willing subjects, one woman sticks out. A mysterious stranger with white porcelain skin and a killer body, a slave, a name with no address, the first lady to attract their eye and they will go to any length to obtain her no matter the consequences.
Rumors said that Lucas married an unattractive woman with no background. In the three years they were together, he remained cold and distant to Belinda, who endured in silence. Her love for him forced her to sacrifice her self-worth and her dreams. When Lucas' true love reappeared, Belinda realized that their marriage was a sham from the start, a ploy to save another woman's life. She signed the divorce papers and left. Three years later, Belinda returned as a surgical prodigy and a maestro of the piano. Lost in regret, Lucas chased her in the rain and held her tightly. "You are mine, Belinda."
Allison fell in love with Ethan Iversen, the soon-to-be Alpha of the Moonlight Crown pack. She always wanted him to notice her. Meanwhile, Ethan was an arrogant Alpha who thought a weak Omega could not be his companion. Ethan's cousin, Ryan Iversen, who came back from abroad and was the actual heir of the pack, never tried to get the position nor did he show any interest in it. He was a popular playboy Alpha but when he came back to the pack, one thing captured his eyes and that was Allison.