Luciferjl

Aragon, a village-born boy with exceptional swordsmanship skills, discovers his lineage as a descendant of a legendary swordsman. He embarks on a quest to conquer challenges, unravel old secrets, and face dark forces. Along the way, he forges alliances, inspires hope, and confronts personal trials. As he navigates political intrigue and battles for the throne, Aragon's journey becomes a path of self-discovery and the true meaning of power. 

(The characters in this story and everything is wholly fictional.18+ and also it may contain some adult and mature content. And it is a completely fictional and imaginary world in which the events of the story take place.) 
NO NTR OR YURI

Monarch of Slaughter

Back in the city, in the upper part of the castle, the room was illuminated by the soft glow of a flickering candle, casting shadows that danced across the walls. The air was filled with the faint scent of lavender.

The chamber was bare, save for a low bed laid upon the carpeted floor. The softness of the mattress was a luxury in itself, a rare indulgence for those dwelling in castles and keeps. The window was slightly ajar, allowing a cool breeze to enter the room. The sound of the city buzzing was heard as a muffled noise.

The room was adorned with delicate flower designs, adding a touch of aesthetic beauty.

There were two people in the room. Nuru leaned nonchalantly to one side, her legs extended, as she popped herself up with a hand.

A night in the city