Pet King - Chapter 1785

[ Ding! You have successfully obtained the fiftieth Triling Ring ]

[ You now have access to enter the Mystic Cave guarded by the Nine Dragons ]

[ New Quest: Vampires approaching. Stop them from invading the Mystic Cave by ordering the dragons to protect you and your men. You have one week before the vampires reach the foot of the cave. Learn how to tame and control the nine dragons before they arrive]

[ Failure to do so will lead to your demise and all the fifty rings you’ve gathered will be a waste. The magical world will be destroyed and vampires will take over the land. You will be reborn in the next 250 years and would have to start gathering the fifty rings once again ]

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Rejected, due to being an human in the land of elves, Kevin was banished and casted into the river the very day he was born. But fate said he would live as he was rescued by the very person who casted him into the river.

Every mage when they reach the age sixteen were told to attend the mage academy and Kevin, the abandoned human who had overheard the conversation of some students, got excited to attend this academy.

He asked from his guardian if he could attend the academy but unfortunately, he was denied, all because of him being an human and not an Elf. At that moment, he became angry and had locked himself up in his guardian’s workshop, that was a room full of all types of magical items.

But while in the room, Kevin had spotted a golden ring that instantly glowed as soon as it touched his bloody fingers. Surprisingly, he was given a system that granted him the opportunity to be an Elf. But what he discovered was that, he wasn’t just an elf but a fairy and also an human.

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Born with a seed of immortality, he rose from the Han tribe at the end of the century, and embarked on the road of immortality, step by step, until he reached the other side of immortality.

Efforts will pay off. For cultivators, what better golden finger is there?

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[COMPLETE] Can a royal Romeo and Juliet find their happy ending?

Ayleth, Princess of Zenithra, is secretly trained in hand-to-hand combat, and collects swear words she doesn't know how to use. During the Festival of Peace, in which every royal son on the continent will be at the castle for a month, she is instructed by her parents to find a husband. Yet, Ayleth has never even been kissed—until the very first ball, when she meets the man in the Lion mask.

Etan is a seasoned warrior, and the Prince of Summitras. He attends the Festival hoping to find a powerful wife who will help him conquer the dark sorcery of their bloodsworn enemies, the Kingdom of Zenithra. But at the very first ball, he discovers the masked woman who captures his heart is the Heir to the evil empire.

Ayleth and Etan face an impossible battle. Will their love survive? Or will their parents' dark dealings keep them apart forever?

[Mature content. No sexual violence.]

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“You…” She stepped back. Then back again, her mouth dropped open. “You… You cannot be…”

“I am,” Etan said, and his hair raked back as he pushed his mask off his handsome face. So handsome her heart raced.

His hair was ebony black, his skin a warm brown that threatened to fade in in the winter months. He stared at her with glittering green eyes, over high cheekbones and a noble nose, his jaw tight and shadowed this late in the day. His chin was high over the pillar of his neck that she’d just touched with its hard lines and steel strength, so different to her own. And his chest... She gasped and covered her eyes. She’d humiliated herself revealing her stupid, childish curiosity.

“No, Ayleth. This changes nothing.”

“How can you say that? It changes everything!” She was horrified to realize she was crying.

“Ayleth, please.” His voice cracked on the plea and she stared at him, shoving her mask up and off, despite how it would pull her hair out of the beautiful twist the maid had managed for her.

His eyes locked on hers and she couldn’t think. She couldn’t breathe.

She had met her One. And he was the son of her bloodsworn enemy.

She stared at him as he stepped forward again, offering both hands, palm up. “Touch me,” he whispered. “Hold my hands. This is real, Ayleth. I don’t know how it happened, but this is real. Please don’t deny it.”

She couldn’t resist. She raised a trembling hand to his cheek, letting her palm catch on the scruff of his jaw. He blew out a breath and put his hand over hers, and that jolt that happened whenever they touched shivered through her again.

“Please, Ayleth.”

“I cannot deny it,” she whispered.