Modern World Warlock - Chapter 272: The Flesh Sprout

Defeated in war, Princess Swan, who has been relentlessly bullied her whole life and crippled by her stepmother and sister, is sent to be the bride of the King of the Beasts—Gale Stormfront—as a prize for his victory.Swan thought that the savage beast would eat her. She will be chewed until there is nothing but bones left in her.But what if Gale wants her to be a remedy for his constant rut instead?This is a tale of a crippled and timid princess and a beast king who is fated to turn into a mindless animal, desperately searching for his fated mate to cure his curse .

In a world where the boundaries of time blur and eternity is but a fleeting concept, the relentless pursuit of immortality has captivated countless souls.At the center of this eternal struggle is Liang, whose life approaches its final chapter. After six hundred years, he has reached the limits of his potential.Haunted by the limits of his mortality, Liang devises a daring plan to shatter the confines of his destiny and achieve true immortality.But is he genuinely shaping a new destiny, defying the predetermined course of his life? Or is he merely walking a path that fate has already laid out for him?“Which is more ambitious: the heart of a mortal or the will of heaven?”You would probably have to read to find out (^_^)

Cheng Yan transmigrated only to end up in a medieval Europe like world, becoming Roland, a Royal Prince. But this world doesn’t seem to be the same as his former world, despite some similarities. Witches are real and they actually can use magic?

Follow Roland’s battle for the throne against his siblings. Will he be able to win, even though the king already declared him to be a hopeless case and with the worst starting situation? With his knowledge of modern technologies and the help of the witches, who are known as devils’ servants and are hunted by the the Holy Church, he might have a fighting chance.

Now, let his journey begin.

The clock struck midnight when Ruelle heard the echo of footsteps. She tensed, the fine hairs on the back of her neck standing on end in the cool night air.“You shouldn't be here,” Ruelle whispered, her voice a breathless murmur. The silhouette finally came to stand under the moonlight, his dark red eyes watching her and his inky black hair ruffling.“Shouldn't I?” His voice was a dark caress, and she stood there captivated by the danger he exuded like perfume.“I haven’t seen you for the last two days,” his tone low. His hand reached out, fingers brushing against the silk of her nightgown, tracing the trembling outline of her collarbone. “Tell me, were you avoiding me, or perhaps... entertaining other offers?”Ruelle’s heart raced, her breaths shallow. She declared, “I don't belong to anyone.”“A bold claim,“ he murmured, his breath a tantalising chill against her skin as he leaned in. ”Yet here you are, pulse racing, your body tensed as if in anticipation of my touch.”His fingers gripped her chin, tilting her face towards his. The moonlight caught his eyes, revealing a glint of predatory intent. “Or must I remind you whose touch you truly crave?”