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The Plagues Prince Of Egypt

Prince of The Ruined Kingdom

In the depths of despair, Arche, a prince who had lost everything, stood amidst the ruins of the castle that was once his home. Torrential rain soaked his frail body, and for the first time in his life, Arche had decided to give up. He no longer believed in hope, nor in the goddess Oriana, whom he had once worshipped daily. Everything seemed futile—his kingdom destroyed, his family gone, and he had failed to find any trace of his siblings. "Where are they?" he whispered to the dark sky, his tears mixing with the rain. "Where was Goddess Oriana when we were slaughtered? Am I always alone?" Massive wolves emerged from the rubble, their eyes glowing red, ready to strike. But then, the world stopped. Time froze. The pounding rain hung still in the air, and the wolves halted mid-leap. In the eerie silence, the statue of Goddess Oriana, still standing tall, emitted a mysterious aura, and a soft voice—full of regret—echoed directly into Arche's mind. "Forgive me, Archemidas. I am sorry for everything that has happened…" Stunned and filled with anger, Arche lashed out bitterly. "Where were you when everything fell apart?! You stood by while my family died! When my father and mother were murdered, when my siblings vanished?!" "I could not stop that fate," the voice replied, laden with sorrow. "I could only watch from afar, bound by the limits of this world. But I am here now because you are on the verge of giving up. And I cannot let you go." Arche wept harder. He had spent his life searching for his family, but all he had found was destruction and disappointment. "I'm tired... I can't search any longer. I don’t even know if they’re alive..." "They are alive, Archemidas. You must hold on, because they need you, just as you need them." For the first time in what felt like ages, a faint glimmer of hope ignited in Arche's heart. Despite the overwhelming pain and doubt, he realized that giving up was not the answer. There was still so much left to discover. And though his faith in his goddess had been shattered, one truth remained—his family was still out there. With tears in his eyes and a trembling heart, Arche finally accepted that reality. "Alright... I will keep going. For them. For myself." Under the frozen sky, Arche rediscovered his purpose—to survive, to fight, and to find the ones he loved most.
USBlueMoon · 14.1K Views

Enchanting The Cruel Prince

A lowly slave finds herself at odds with the merciless crown prince, their fates dangerously entwined, and meant to separate only with her inevitable death by his hand. Sold to a brothel as a child, she wore the mask of insanity to escape the brutal clutches of life that awaited her, but it only brought her to another hell. She persisted, hoping to one day find her freedom and return to the ethereal valleys where she was born. All Alyssane desired was to find her home. One night of mystery and murder thrusts her into a dangerous game-shards of her memories are missing, she is accused of a fatal crime she could not escape, and her path entangles her with the cruel prince. She knows how things would end. But deceiving fates could be impossible when the man supposed to end her life is both her captive and her savior, when he is cold and menacing yet so easily mesmerizes her with his sweet nothings. His sins are known far wide and are darker than any nightmares plaguing her mind. She knows their fates together would entangle in a brutal mess, though it doesn’t stop her heart from fluttering like a caged bird whenever he is near. And he’s always near. Stirring a heat inside no forbidden thing ever should. In a world where love is a treacherous game, and vicious schemes are whispered behind every shadow, Alyssane must use every ounce of her charm and cunning to survive, even if it means enchanting the cruel prince out for her blood. ⋅•⋅⊰∙∘☽༓☾∘∙⊱⋅•⋅ The crown prince's fingers trailed down her back, a slow, deliberate path that sent a shiver, half fear half something she did not dare name, through Alyssane. His gaze held hers, intense and unwavering. “What are you hiding?” He murmured, his breath hot against her skin as she defiantly met his eyes, “Maybe I don’t you to find out.” A sly smile curled over his lips and he leaned in, his warmth flooded her heart with mixed emotions, in contrast to the coldness of his eyes with a thinly veiled threat, “Are you sure?” "What do you want from me?" she asked, her voice barely a whisper. His eyes locked onto hers, filled with a dark promise. “Everything.” ⋅•⋅⊰∙∘☽༓☾∘∙⊱⋅•⋅ Thank you for stopping by~! Enchanting The Cruel Prince is in a beta phase that I am slowly developing by managing a few hours from my packed schedule. The updates will remain slow, but if you enjoy the story, you can add it to your library and revisit it when there are more chapters or the novel is completed. Feel free to share any thoughts you have in the comments. Happy reading!
Alancaster · 267.8K Views
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