Luna_Primrose

***Book 1 Completed***

It is not always the prince who sweeps a maiden off her feet. Sometimes the person who is thought to be a villain is actually the true hero of the story.

Hence, only a keen eye can see beyond the rough edges. 

“DANGER!”

That's one of the things that can be associated with him.

However, how can one revered as dangerous be at the same time the one that can make her heart beat down her throat and caused her breath to hitch?

How might she avoid him when each time he gravitates toward her, she finds herself unfit to move? 

Entrapped.

Dazed.

Bathe with palpable tension no one could rupture.

Was it just fear? Or on the other hand, was it something entirely different? A blossoming passion, perhaps? A forbidden love that would send both their worlds reeling upside down.

Many have tried to escape the claws of fate, yet close to none have succeeded. 

Vereena Braxton, daughter of an Admiral from House MacGhille. An epitome of flawlessness she had to uphold and a scandal to avoid. Everything is perfect as her destiny had already been planned out as she ought to marry the crowned prince.

That is, until one night, pirates came along their harbor and caused mayhem across their city. Where she finds herself in the clutches and at the mercy of a vicious pirate, stowed her away from the life she once knew.

But with the time they spent, Vereena has come to ask herself. Has he really taken her as a captive, or has he set her free from the rigid society she lived in?

WSA Theme: Historical

The Admiral’s Daughter and the Pirate King

Qouldris let off one more blast of flames through the army before he spreads his wings and beat them down with powerful gusts of wind. In a jiffy, we propelled into the air. However, we are still not done, not Qouldris.

After soaring a hundred feet above the ground, he swoops down, just high enough so they won't reach us. Then his massive body rumbled beneath me, his chest glowing blue, and right then he expelled a breath of fire. Incinerating the last row of those monsters. Leaving before they could spawn again.

My gaze surveyed where the ice have been. There was nothing left of it but huge crumbles of a sinkhole. The amulet warmly throbbed on my chest, and the foreboding feeling that had lodged deeply in my gut had now dissipated upon seeing Callum alive.

There are only five of them remaining. Badly wounded mostly, but nothing that can't be mended.

Chapter 107: Belly Pouch