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Empire of Desires - Tales of Seduction and Desires Cities 01
In which all the prisoner could hear was the rhythmic tinkling of the rings adorned with gemstones from Kathmandu hitting the side of the golden throne.
Kathmandu looked down on him, his eyes narrowed, insolent and triumphant.
The imprisoned wolf was the prince of an Indonesian galactic kingdom called Abdullah, in which officially, his current title was galactic prince.
Being that he is the High Protector of Abdullah’s Empire, but he still preferred to think of himself only as his father's son.
The fact that Kathmandu, the rajah of a small neighboring galactic kingdom called Antonius, had kidnapped the prince was not as surprising as knowing who was sitting next to Kathmandu:
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The Villainess Wants To Make Baby First, Revenge Later!
Gushed people.
On the other hand, Your Majesty the King and Queen and other nobles witnessed how terribly Fuschia was treated like an opera show. They smirked.
Suddenly the Crown Prince, Hayden Houstchavv Drachentia, who just woke up from poisoning appeared in their midst. Prince Hayden begged his father, Your Majesty the King, not to execute Fuschia and her baby. Instead, they are removed from their posts and exiled to a monastery on the border of the Kingdom without being allowed to set foot in the capital again.
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MARKED BY THE SILENCED WOLF
“He is not a god like Valerius. He is a tactician. He does not use magic; he uses machines. He believes that everything in this world has a price and a shelf life.”
I stepped forward, right to the edge of the drop, and let the wind whip my silver hair into a frenzy. “Prince Julian!” I shouted, my voice carried by the Web so that it resonated from every cliffside and every wolf’s throat. “You are trespassing on a land that no longer speaks your language! Your Archon tried to steal our hearts, and he is now nothing but dust under our feet! Turn your ships around, or the North will show you exactly what happens when the sea decides it has had enough of your salt!”
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The Exiled Alpha
He says excitingly and I scoff lowly.
Of course, he is, he has gotten what he has always wanted: The Throne.
“You look so normal,” The guard says after I don’t respond to the news of Erik’s feast. What he says finally causes me to turn away from the passing views and to him.
“What do you mean?” I ask him and he smiles lopsidedly.
“The great Jaden West, former leader of Werewolf Territory, is just a normal person,” He clarifies, and I chuckle.
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The tribrid prince
and looking for the prince but we couldn't find him "general we can't find the prince" one of my men reported to me "keep on searching" I shouted with impatience. We had to find him or else I'll be dead before I have a chance to report my failure, after a while the warriors came rushing towards us and the prince was running to the battle with one of the sirens from the river. When they got to us the battle got heated up, arrows were raining from the sky and my men were dying but we still had the upper hand and that was when the so called tribreed prince shifted into a dragon and started to rain fire on us. In a matter of minutes half of my men had been killed, the tables had turned and we w
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Mated to the Sadistic Prince
Javier made me seat, narrating his and Delilah’s story.
***
[Flashback]
It was a snowy day.
The Crown Prince is seen in tears. This is because his best friend, Ambroz traveled to the Vampire Fighting Academy. He was home schooled throughout the 17th century, in which he was born. This made his friends limited.
“I’m the only one left now…”
Those were the words Prince Javier trailed out.
Tears gushed from his eyes, streaming his face, as he walked far off to the mountains. No one gave a damn what happened to him anyway…
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The Alpha's Rejected Mute Mate
**Estelle's POV**
Prince said he remembered something about hybrids. And he told me about it.
Then I tried to convey it to Alpha Cedric as best I could. I had to make sure Alpha Cedric didn't know I got it from Prince because Prince wanted to keep this a secret.
“Raising hybrids is a crime, Estelle. Moreover, utilizing their poison as a weapon of war. But my grandfather was very greedy back then so he broke the rules,” Prince said while we were still discussing.
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The Prince and His Omega
Something Is Very Wrong
Sixty-Eight: 3rd Person’s POV
“Your job was simple. Get close to the Prince, worm your way into his heart. How did you mess this up so badly.” The High Elder glares at Char as he finishes raising the soundproof window between them and the driver. Char pulls her seatbelt over her shoulder without looking at her father. She knew what was coming. All he has ever cared about is establishing himself with as much power as he can. Never thinking of anyone but himself.
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My Lycan Prince
I rubbed a hand over my face, trying to shake off the memories, but they clung to me like shadows.
The king’s legacy. That’s what I had promised to protect. But I hadn’t even been able to save him. His death had marked the beginning of my exile, the start of a life lived in the shadows. Watching. Waiting. And always, always looking over my shoulder. What was I even doing here?
With a sigh, I stood up, running a hand through my hair. There was no point in dwelling on the past. I had made my choices, and I had to live with them. But still... the question nagged at the back of my mind.
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Sacrificed to the Dragon Prince
“Dragons are strange creatures. They like to stay close to the elements and hate feeling like they are trapped inside of something artificial. Prince Primus can control the element of Earth, which is why so much of this place is grown directly from the hillside, rather than pieced together like most homes. This corridor leading to his private chambers is made entirely of polished quartz crystal, completely devoid of any impurities.It was grown specifically into this shape for this purpose. He wanted it to be so that it would feel like one is walking on air when traveling from the guest rooms to the inner chambers.”
Leon continues to explain how this hallway, and much of the rest of the castl
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Pertanyaan yang Sering Diajukan
I’ve always found the mechanics of this trope endlessly replayable across fantasy subgenres. The exile itself strips away all institutional crutches—no guild library, no familiar lab, no reputation to trade on. That forces a pivot from theoretical perfection to brutal, scrappy pragmatism. The alchemist starts brewing potions with roadside weeds and tavern scrapings, which often leads to rediscovering forgotten, 'impure' branches of the craft everyone else dismissed.
What really builds the legend, though, is the unintended audience. While they’re just trying to survive or help a village, some passing bard or merchant witnesses a miracle cure from what looks like kitchen garbage. The story spreads, twisted and amplified, far ahead of the alchemist’s own travel. By the time they stumble into the next town, people are already whispering about a wandering sage, setting up expectations they never asked for and must now navigate, often clumsily.
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