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"When will you stop hunting your fellow beings? "Your mind has been poisoned, you are being fed lies, you have been bred to despise us, you know nothing about us, and you are all born as warriors to hunt us. We do bleed the same blood you shed.When are you going to wake up and realize that we are bleeding and dying while telling you that we won't use our power against you? and stop... stumbling... through the dark!"

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" ah, you commoner! My beloved people, you were made for battle, you were made to be warriors, and you were made to stand up for and save the weakest among us! We have been eradicating Alakijon the beast's tribe for thousands of years. They steal from and kill our people, using our blood to prolong their immortal souls and destroy our land. They are beasts; they killed our Mighty king and set us on fire. Our people are dying of retaliation. Wake up, people. "Prince Rogba said

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After the enchanting and lingering kiss, Prince Rogba leaned back slightly, their lips barely grazing. The steamy puffs of their breaths intertwined as her intoxicated eyes slowly opened. But before his radiant face could come into focus in her hazy vision, his tongue found its way back into her mouth. Another deep, impassioned kiss followed, raw and electrifying. He continued to explore, savor, and caress the depths of her mouth, as if he couldn't quench his thirst for her.

As he indulged in her lips, Arẹwa was overwhelmed by an indescribable pleasure, a sensation that threatened to consume her senses. A warmth, both fiery and sweet, started to swell within her breast, stomach, and between her thighs.

A gentle moan escaped her lips, and her trembling hands moved instinctively, resting delicately against his bare chest. A contented rumble emanated from Rogba's throat, and suddenly his mouth was on her jawline. He kissed and nibbled along her jaw, gradually tracing down the curve of her neck, tasting her as though she were something celestial. The pleasure was so intense that Arẹwa could only writhe in response.

The exquisite and fiery sensation coursing down her bosom intensified suddenly. When he sucked on the sensitive skin of her neck with fervor, she shivered, feeling as though electric currents were coursing through her entire body. Prince Rogba, unable to hold back any longer, slowly removed her dress, leaving her half-naked as they sank onto the bed.

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" come here.. come here... towards me Ida's clan heiress, your body is weak I didn't think you could complete this mission... look towards the darkness.. it's a spirit realms..go go in..." she said commanding
" no! no!! no!!! some one help!!!." Arẹwa call for helps

Fractured Alliances: Betrayal and Love  in the Shadows of War

By the stream, under the caress of gentle sunlight and amidst the symphony of laughter, a group of women diligently attended to their laundry. Sewa sat at the water's edge, wholly absorbed in her task. The fifth prince, opposite her, accompanied by their daughter, engaged in animated conversation like cherished companions. Sometimes, their gazes would lock, fleeting but pregnant with unspoken emotions.


"Did you hear about what unfolded in the market a few days ago?" inquired one of the women, breaking Sewa's focus.


"The first prince bravely faced a black magic user. Our prince is like a lion, bold and unyielding," another woman shared, prompting the fifth prince to beam with pride. Sewa acknowledged the information, her attention divided between the prince and their daughter.


As time passed, one of the women ventured, "Who is that man sitting over there?"


"She is my wife," the fifth prince announced, surprising everyone present, including Sewa. A rush of emotions swirled within her—surprise, a hint of joy, and the promise of something new.


"My prince," they both greeted, their whispered exchanges carrying a hint of intimacy.


"When did they marry? This is against the law," one woman murmured to another.


"Law? Who defines it?" the second woman retorted. Their thoughts lingered in the air as a strikingly handsome man entered the scene.


"Oh, my beautiful wizard," Sewa greeted him, her eyes lighting up with warmth and affection. The fifth prince, however, struggled to conceal his envy.


"Yes, I'm here to use my powers to assist you. I was at your home, but I sensed you were here," he explained. "I've brought some delicious treats. Where's the clever baby girl?" he inquired, spotting the child in the fifth prince's embrace. However, she clung to her father, disregarding the newcomer's attempts.


"I've brought you a few things," he added, trying to engage the child. Still, she remained silent, seeking comfort in her father's protection. Undeterred, he moved closer to Sewa, and their conversation flowed with an ease that resembled a romance blooming.


Overwhelmed by emotions, the fifth prince finally spoke, "man, you can leave now."


"Who are you to command me?" the newcomer challenged the prince.


"Don't do this," Sewa interjected, her voice a plea tinged with concern.


"I am her wife, and I am back. I won't permit anyone near her. She's mine. Leave now. I won't tolerate any more interference," the newcomer declared, his envy exposed for all to see.


Amidst the breathtaking backdrop of the stream, a tempest brewed in their hearts. Love, envy, possessiveness, and uncertainty collided like waves crashing upon the shore. 


Chapter 48: "Tides of the Heart"