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Ashes of Prophecy

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The world stands at the edge of ruin. Prophecies speak of an age when demons will rise, dragons will awaken, and the skies will be shrouded in flame and shadow. Darkness is not just coming—it has already begun to consume the land. In this dying world of swords and sorcery, kingdoms clash, blood spills endlessly on the battlefield, and the throne is no safer than the frontlines. Amidst the chaos stands a single burning question: Who is the light? Who is the dark? Is the savior truly the one we follow—or the one we fear? As the war escalates, heroes and traitors blur, gods remain silent, and power consumes those who wield it. In a realm where fate was once written in stone, something—or someone—has begun to crack it open. Will humanity survive the darkness, or will the prophecy be shattered by an unknown force? The end is near. But the story has only begun.
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The Duke’s Bargain

“What did you say?” Félix asked. She repeated, “Name your price.” “What is that supposed to mean?” His voice had tapered off with an unreadable emotion that got her weak in her knees, but she held out her chin. “Didn't you once offer to pay me off? Now, make me an offer I cannot refuse. Otherwise, I will go in there"—she gestured toward the Ball—"and make everyone think you dragged me out here to take advantage of me. I know exactly what that would do to your reputation.” “Say. That. Again,” Félix said through gritted teeth as he inched closer to her. ====================== She hadn’t meant to upset him or, worse, blackmail him. She didn’t even know who he was; she only knew he looked important because of how regally he stood in the moonlit dark. Estella was the baron of Cleverdale’s youngest, born into a hard life and always kept on her toes. Her stepsisters hated her. The baroness loathed her. And her father, the only one she called family, shattered her heart when he sold her to Viscount Alistair Ravensdale to cover up his misdeeds. The night of Lady Agatha’s ball, she seized her chance and ran straight into … Duke Félix of Chateaûbriant. In the dark, he mistook her for Princess Coralie, his fiancée, and kissed her. When the moon revealed her face, something about her stuck with him. He couldn’t shake the image of her running wildly or how she smelled like white lotus with hardcore roots. But when she threatened his reputation, he refused to play along. She returned to her world of cruel sisters and an unwanted engagement. What she hadn’t prepared for was the Duke arriving at her doorstep, making two outrageous claims. One. He was the Duke of Chateaûbriant. And two. She had stolen something valuable from him that night. What had she stolen without knowing it? Or worse, what could he possibly demand as repayment? ✯Like it? Add to Library!
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