precious_pruddy

[ #Gold Winner WPC 173]

Alexander the prince of Arimelari was cursed by a witch as a child to live as a half-dragon and half-human. He would turn into a dragon by day and human by night.

This was due to magic being outlawed by his father and witches being killed. The royal physicians have tried all but he can't be cured unless he breaks the curse.

The only way to break the curse is by the hands of the person who is destined to kill him. According to the very witch who cursed him, his bane had the mark of the moon and the sun and the day they met will be the beginning of the countdown to his death.

The King made sure that every child born with a birthmark of the moon or sun was killed. But will he be able to protect his son from his fate when it is written to come true and who will Alexander's bane be?

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Francis a young man who lives with his mother and sister is the sole provider in his family. He is a hunter and he tries to provide everything his family needs.

But when his mother falls ill sick with an unknown disease he must raise money to get her treated. When the prince asks him for his hand in return for his mother's treatment he accepts.

Will he be able to live with the prince and love him for who he is? And what happens when he turns out to be Alexander's bane.

Cover by Tisha D and credit goes to the owner. Will remove if asked to.

Dare To Love A Dragon

"Maybe the problem is with you and not them," I dared to say to Ander. It was getting tiring to hear him rant about his problem like he was the only one who felt pain.

He holds on to every negative thing that is said and done to him that he is completely blinded to the good things in his life. He only ever wants to see the negative, he doesn't want to believe that he is loved and it was getting on my nerves.

"If you say so," Ander said causing me to glare at him. He was doing it again I could tell, replaying negative memories in his mind to fuel his anger and hatred towards everyone around him. It is so obvious with him staring at the distance with his hand folded into a fist.

"Wait, what is that?" I asked when I saw him holding something in between his folded fist. I reached out and took hold of his hand and opened his fist to see a knife.

His hand was bleeding so much and the wound was deep. "What did you do to yourself?" I asked.

Avan's wish