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Lord Of The Flies British Dystopian

Marked by the lord of darkness

Plagued by the same dream every night Hazel refused to fall asleep but just like always her eyelids grew heavy and she succumbed to sleep. She somewhat found herself in the same dream again but this time around the interior of the room looked more lavished than her room. She held her breath when she heard footsteps but the sound faded right after door. She clenched her dress out of anxiousness as she awaited the man who has been visiting her in her dreams. A cold wind passed in the room as it snuffed out the only source of light and a shiver ran down her spine . She was determined to know who this man actually was and so held her ground even though she was scared . She felt a hand grab her waist and she tilted her head to look at his face . As if on cue lightning striked revealing an impeccably handsome face which she had never met before , what caught her eyes the most were his red eyes ' a vampire !' she thought frozen. Never had she ever imagined the person to be a vampire. She tried pulling herself out of his embrace but his grip prevented her . "You're mine" he whispered and she felt goosebumps on her skin before she could comprehend what was happening he dipped his head in her neck , marking her as his forever. Hazel was the youngest daughter of the renowned duke Donovan Wiltchiz, she was not only overshadowed by her elder sister but was barely noticeable in society because her parents would let her sister have all the attention. Due to this she recoiled into the shadows of her sister and fell in love with the gardener's son almost forgetting about the outside world until the night of hallow when the lord of the land , the lord of darkness Sylvester Reigns claims her as his when they haven't even met before
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Lord of the Celestial Throne

His fate was predetermined: fight, defend, and perish with the stars, a mere cog in the great machinery of creation. But something within him resisted this cruel fate. A seed of defiance sprouted in his heart, whispering of freedom. He sought a way to transcend the cosmic chains—to escape, to defy destiny, to seize freedom at any cost. As a mortal, he felt the agony of watching his loved ones wither and die, powerless to stop the decay of time. He wept for children, lovers, friends. As an emperor, he conquered kingdoms and wielded unimaginable power, only to be betrayed by those he trusted most, dragged from his throne, and executed in shame. As a beggar, he wandered the streets, starving and shivering under the cold gaze of uncaring gods. As a villain, he became the monster in stories told to frighten children—burning cities, drowning nations in blood, only to be hunted and killed by the heroes of those same tales. As a saint, he gave everything—his wealth, his strength, his life—to others, only to discover that gratitude was fleeting and the world did not remember the sacrifices of the righteous. But, Every failure, every death, every betrayal—they were nothing but steps on a long, infinite path. And the path had only one direction: up, through the layers of existence, through the fabric of reality itself. No prison could contain him. No curse could hold him. His heart whispered one thing to him, a truth carved into his soul:Move forward. Always forward. Because he was Li Shenrong—the Lord of the Celestial Throne.
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