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Child of Dawn

Grimsloth
Born in chains. Bound by wrath. Crowned by pride. Terra is a world torn by blood and ruled by power—fifteen times the size of Earth, its lands are carved into colossal continents. Each is dominated by a different race: elves in their emerald sanctuaries, vampires cloaked in moonlight, giants whose steps shatter valleys, and dwarves digging into secrets they were never meant to find. Nine seas divide the land. Seven moons watch from above. And a cursed, blue-burning sun blinds those who dare stare too long. Beneath them all—beneath the world itself—lies a race forgotten by history but forged from divine blood: **The Beastborn.** Once revered. Now shackled. **Azreal Morningstar** is one of them. A slave. A beast. A man who refuses to kneel. He does not seek peace. He doesn’t crave justice. He wants *freedom*—not granted, but taken. Not as a gift, but as vengeance. And when the lost throne of Solomon stirs once more, Azreal won’t chase prophecy. He’ll ignite rebellion. **This isn’t the tale of a hero.** It’s the rise of a warborn king— One forged in chains, rising to burn the ones that bound him. Note:This is a remake of my earlier published work, rewritten from the ground up for the Webnovel Spirity Awards. All content has been revised and expanded by me, the original author. Disclaimer:The cover art is not mine. All credit goes to the original artist. If requested, I will take it down immediately.
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[Mature Content:] Alaric was too close to Nicolette. Her mouth was just inches away from his. He could smell the lavender on her skin, the heat radiating from within her. But he held back, refusing to be carried away by her charm… “Mr. Allens…” she purred, and he looked down at her. Her eyes widened with desire, and he knew, in that moment, that if he wanted to kiss her, she would let him. The last thing he wanted was commitment. He knew that Nicolette didn’t want that either. But why was she this tempting? So willing? It was that willingness that confused him. She blinked, then swallowed as she pulled the jacket off her shoulders. His eyes lingered on her exposed neck. God. He just wanted to bury his mouth in that hollow spot. “Here,” Nicolette said calmly, extending the jacket to him. He took the jacket, his hand brushing hers just a second. She flinched, her face turning pink as she clutched the towel against her chest. His stomach flipped at the sight. If only that towel would give way to… Before he could stop himself, Alaric pressed his arousal against her stomach, pushing her against the wall, cornering her. She gasped at the sudden movement and for a moment, he lost his mind. “Cole…” he breathed, crushing himself against her. Her eyes gleamed with desire and a vulnerability that rocked him to his core. He would be foolish not to give in to this feeling. But he would also be a fool if he did. She had chosen to marry him. Not her boyfriend. And definitely not Lucian Crawford. Yet, he couldn't help it. She was only his for a year. But still… *************** When her business and the gallery she inherited from her mother burn to the ground, Nicolette Voss is determined to rebuild—and get revenge on her father. She turned to her father’s rival, Alaric Allens, for an alliance. Alaric is willing to help, but on one condition—she must be his wife for a year. They called him Ruthless Alaric after an infamous incident 6 years ago. Alaric is back in town, and so are the crumbs of his past. But he is determined to change everything with a wife. He has his hidden agenda. She needs her revenge. But will this marriage between storm and steel survive the heat? And what will they do when deep secrets threatens to destroy them both?
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