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Crowned By Prophecy

Niserze
In the war-scarred Arcanen Realm, peace is nothing more than a fragile illusion. For centuries, the Human Kingdom of Wirhan and the Demon Kingdom of Vragxyl have waged endless wars, their hatred written in blood and passed down through generations. Meanwhile, the witches of Solarik remain neutral, guarding secrets older than history itself. When a devastating conflict threatens to drive both races to extinction, a desperate treaty is forged, and the heirs of the three kingdoms are sent to the Academy of the Triad—a neutral ground where titles hold no power and ancient magic is sealed. Sierra Ashbourne, the human crown princess, has been raised to despise demons. Agor, the infamous Shadow Prince, is feared across the realm as a monster born of darkness. Forced to stand beneath the same roof, they become unwilling participants in a fragile peace neither truly trusts. But the Academy hides more than political games. Whispers of forgotten prophecies begin to surface. Secrets buried for centuries awaken within the shadows. And beyond the walls, something ancient stirs—a force capable of reducing the three kingdoms to ashes. With rivalries deepening, loyalties tested, and enemies lurking behind smiling faces, Sierra and Agor must decide whether to cling to the hatred that shaped them… Or risk everything for a truth powerful enough to change the fate of the world. Because some bonds are stronger than war. And some prophecies were never meant to remain. EXCERPTS She had been so lost in the prose, so consumed by the fictional fire and ice of the hero's touch, that she never heard him approach. "Well, well…" a deep voice drawled from the shadows. "I didn't take you for the type to enjoy such literature, Little Flame." Sierra nearly jumped out of her skin. Standing a few feet away, arms crossed and eyes gleaming with wicked amusement, was Agor. "I-it's just a book," she stammered, clutching it to her chest. "Oh, I'm sure it is." Before she could react, the Shadow Prince plucked the novel from her grasp and flipped through its pages. "Agor!" His smirk deepened. Then, in a low, husky voice that sent heat racing to her cheeks, he read aloud. "'His lips traced down her throat, marking her as his own—'" "Agor! Stop it!" A chuckle rumbled in his chest. "Didn't think you had such interests, Little Flame." Sierra glared at him. "You're insufferable." "And yet," he murmured, stepping closer, dark eyes fixed on her flushed face, "you're still standing here." His gaze dropped briefly to her lips before returning to her eyes. "Tell me, Princess…" He leaned close enough for his breath to brush her ear. "Do the books make you feel something?"
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