Hail the King - Chapter 1227.1: Collapsed Civilization (Part One)

I just shut the door, why should I kill the devil.

No, I need a demon hunter, Dante, it’s up to you.

Cultists, demons, traitors, and even fanatics, it seems that there are too many things to cut. This world needs justice, and now justice is angry.

(Mainly the PF system, and then the Pathfinder Wrath of Righteous mod. Note that mods are not games.)

(In the end, all the dice in this novel use real dice, not dice girls, nor set by myself.)

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The harassment from my in-laws who looked down on me because I was a commoner.My wife who indifferently watched me.It’s been 10 years since I escaped from them.A fallen family.But my wife, even in her death, still wore her wedding ring.

He is back! This time fiercer, faster and stronger, with only one thing in mind. Revenge!

Prince of Darkness, Son of the Devil, Lucian is back and he has only one thing on his mind. Revenge! That's until he meets her. A woman who entices him beyond reason, but who also claims to be his wife. Surrounded by dark secrets and powerful enemies Lucian must decide who to trust and who to destroy.

After getting her heart broken once Klara vowed never to fall in love again. But when her brother tries to force her into a marriage and the annoying but wickedly handsome Roshan rescues her, things get difficult.

Can she protect her heart from the man whose touch sets her body aflame? Or will she surrender to her desire and risk her heart once again?

*Sequel to Married to the Devil's son*

*Slow Burn Historical Fantasy Novel*

Elise had about to change into the dress that was lying on the corner of her bed when she heard a knock lightly calling from her door. Curious, she turned the door knob only to have a tall man towering in front of her.

“Master Ian!” She called.

Ian smiled with the usual mischievous smirk that he always used. His crimson eyes trailing a little over her room and spotted the black dress over her bed and shifted his eyes over to the woman in front of him. He stepped forward and spoke. “Where did you acquire that dress?”

“Mr. Harland gave it to me.” Elise replied and strained her neck to see Ian’s brows knitted in its elegance.

“Do you know why a man would love to give a woman a dress?” He gave the riddle that she always had to think twice before replying. But this time, she found no answer and instead shook her head. “I don’t know.”

His grin grew bewitching as though something had stirred deep inside the scarlet eyes that he had. He slowly slid his hand over the collar of her dress, sending a cold shiver that startled her for a moment due to its freezing temperature. After unbuttoning the first two buttons on her collar, he tilted his head down, whispering to her ears. “Because they want to be the one to undress the cloth.”

He paused and kissed her neck, turning the pale skin to red before retracting his move to fix his eyes on her and leisurely replied. “Unfortunately, you can’t wear the dress over there with this.” He chuckled and passed a box over to her hand. “And the fortunate news is I prepared a dress for you.”

Elise was a cursed little girl who could see ghosts. Her family hated her and threw her from one adoptive family to another. However, misfortune didn't act alone. When she was brought up by her aunt, she was sold as a slave. When she had thought she would become nothing but a sacrifice to the sorcerer, she was saved by a man whose identity was far different than a normal mythical being.