Jane_Muse02

" Within my deepest darkness, 
We met like destiny..."
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As a divine witch possessing the rarest of powers, Avalon was fated to bring about doom. Her clan was cursed with the task of saving a crown prince who happened to be half Lycan and half wizard being that his mother was a true blooded witch and his father, a Lycan.

But there was an unfortunate prophecy foretold that, "if she ever utilizes her powers, you will all fall, one by friend, one by foe, and one by family."

Because of this prophecy, Avalon has been in a tumultuous state from childhood. 
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King Ares Mickelson, the most formidable Lycan to have ever existed who possessed enigmatic emerald green eyes. He has lived for nearly three centuries without finding a mate due to his dark past.

His curse had befallen upon his mate and her entire clan in order to save his own life.

On a journey back after attending his mother's funeral, Ares chanced upon Avalon in the dense forest and came to realize that she was his destined mate. 
However, what will come of Ares Mickelson when he finally encounters his long-awaited mate –Avalon a divine witch, who has been vengeful towards  Ares Mickelson for cursing her entire clan?

Is Avalon prepared to seek revenge for the curse that had befallen her?

Or is Avalon ready to accept him despite his dark past?


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He was so close. Too close I forgot to breath. "You do not go around allowing people touch you however they want to. I am going to be your husband. Hence, you are mine and mine alone." Ares declared. 

What is going on?. Why Is he been so over protective.? 

"What's up with this beautiful nut job?'

His eyes was still gazing deep into mine as he released a loud chuckle. 
No way! Did I just say that out loud?.

LYCAN KING'S REVENGEFUL BRIDE

He leans in to my lips again and kisses me deeply, stealing my breath away. Shocked by his unnatural display of public affection, I find myself unable to speak when he pulls his lips away from mine.

"I'll be back here to pick you up in a few hours." "OK."

We walk back to stand with Spencer who looks somewhat excited to start training with me, as if I were a shiny new toy that he can't wait to play with.

"Are you ready to start learning Krav Maga your grace?" Spencer asks.

"Yes," I answer and my eyes drift toward the

people fighting on the black mat behind him.

I want to say yes with confidence, because after all, I always imagined that self-defense classes consisted of nothing more than simple blocking and hitting and screaming to let others know of my whereabouts. I always

The Urge, The Plan