Born to Be Rebellious [Quick Transmigration] - Chapter 58: The Merman

“I will never accept that monster vampire as my wedded husband..!” Princess Alice's eyes shined with determination.On the other hand, King Cyrus's eyes glowed with aloofness when he muttered, “I will make the Princess of Suzania cry the tears of blood when she would crave death rather than staying with me….”...The enmity between both the Kingdoms was evident for ages until they decide to hitch the royal through a wedding, with a deeper and hidden motiveShe was the beloved princess of her Kingdom Suzania, Princess Alice with a prophecy making her unique of all her kinds. He was the Crowned Prince of Vampire land Gazelle, who never believed in love, as the word only brought misery in his life.A first-ever wedding where a vampire and a witch were wedded due to the turn in circumstances when her cousin bride denied getting married. Political based marriage where the groom and bride held undefined hatred towards each other.Love was forbidden because both empires have their unseen aims.But for how long can the couple resist the temptation and their longing for each other, when not a mere human is married off to a vampire.Especially, when the groom was yet to be told about his new wife's precious powers and undiscovered identity?Will Princess Alice, soon to be Queen, overcome the challenges that the newly married life will throw at her? However in this new Kingdom, many are waiting for her husband’s downfall, and to make cuckolds out of her.Read, “His Witch Queen” to know more.

A rookie clerk asked his senior curiously: I heard our President is already married?

Every alpha generation must have a Saint, an omega chosen by the Moon Goddess to carry the cub, the heir of the world. When the last saint vanished, the curse fell on me.I am not a saint. I am a fake saint, bound to a duty I never asked for, and forced to walk among alphas assigned to guide me, claim me, and guard me.Their eyes are all on me, each filled with desire, obsession, hunger… and each one willing to do whatever it takes to make me theirs. And among the circle of them, one shadow stands colder than the rest, the alpha whose hands destroyed my family, whose cruelty made me an orphan.The Moon Goddess demands obedience. But my body and heart burn with a dangerous defiance, and I will not bow to prophecy… not to them, not to fate.

We were a peaceful people living in harmony with nature in the vast lands of Lyréanor, but this peace was short-lived when our people were defeated by the dark elves, an ancient people even older than this world. It is said that they arrived in Lyréanor by boat and since their arrival, chaos has been unleashed. Proud of their obscure power, derived from dark rituals, they have raised gigantic armies of monsters whose name is synonymous with terror: ‘Obscurus’.They went on the rampage, and everywhere they went the grass didn't grow back, life died and disintegrated. Seven, there were seven. The seven dark elves known as the Lords of the Apocalypse. A single gesture from them was enough to strike us all down, a single gesture from one of them was enough to decimate us in blood and terror.And as I, Foster, contemplate the macabre scene before me, the bloodied and deformed bodies of my fellow elfes beings, and as death grips my soul, a strange sign appeared before me.[Ding... Activation of the world tree system]