Faechan

[Mature content, R18, no rape] "Who has done this to you?" Azel asked softly, his jaw tightly clenched as he stared into her teary, bright amber eyes, his fingers itching to caress her cheek.

"Tell me," he whispered, "and I will sever his head and present it to you upon a platter of gold..."

***

Her birth alone left her mother in a terribly weakened state...

Adelia, the only daughter and child of the Veldon house, was… strange. Neither her birth mother nor her beloved father, nor even the witches posing as servants in the castle knew what she truly was. Adelia herself was clueless.

She blamed herself for her mother's illness, and with each passing day, both grew worse—the affliction and her guilt.

For her mother's sake and for hers as well, Adelia willingly enters into a ruthless deal, a path to salvation that was bound to lead to her demise, one that would deny her the experience of love. Still, she didn't care for the consequences and sacrifices, for the need to cure her mother was far greater…

But fate, ever mocking her resolve, throws her onto the path of an insolent stranger, a man with the power to alter her desires...

***

Obsidian armor. Strong. Ruthless.

These three words defined a single knight, striking fear into the hearts of all who heard of him. Countless tales spoke of his exploits, yet his identity remained shrouded in mystery.

Azel Latham, the embodiment of this figure, was known by none, for his face had never been seen in battle. With a single stroke, he could fell twenty warriors in an instant.

Azel had many secrets. His presence was strange, his appearance even more peculiar. A mischievous and playful look on the outside but a shattered and enclosed heart within.

…It would not remain frozen for long, however, for an amusing encounter with a captivating woman would leave him wanting more…



**Cover art does not belong to me, credit to the artist!

The Witch's Devious Attraction

Adelia woke up with her eyelids feeling heavy. She blinked up at her brightly lit ceiling a few times before rubbing her eyes, wincing at the sharp prick it caused.

They hurt; for how long had she been crying? Adelia supposed she had cried herself to sleep. She turned her head toward one of her windows, shifting her weight on the large bed.

Just as she was waking up, the events of the previous day, after she had frozen her bathroom door, were a bit hazy.

Adelia pouted at the sight outside her window; Why was she up at this hour? The sun had barely risen, and it was still so early in the morning.

As she continued to admire the orange hue of the sky, colored by the rising sun, realization slowly dawned on her.

Wait... yesterday? Morning? Adelia's eyes widened, and she immediately sat up in bed, looking around her room wildly, her pearl hair a tousled mess, much like her room.

Easily Repentant