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His Queen, His Prisoner, His Ruin

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One kiss to seal a marriage. One drop of blood to seal a world. Castel is the "King of All," and he is dangerously obsessed with his new wife, the Dragon Princess Arastella. To keep her, he commits the unthinkable—locking her entire race in a Void of red stone. Arastella doesn’t pray for mercy; she vows to kill the man she once worshipped. But when their granddaughter, Astelion, falls through a rift from a dystopian future, the war between King and Queen shifts. To save a world of rot and ruins, the three must form a lethal alliance. In a world of toxic blood and shadows with teeth, Arastella must decide: to destroy the monster she hates, will she become one herself? Every kiss is a curse. Every promise hides a blade. Because in this kingdom, love is the deadliest magic of all.
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Warcraft: The Light alone cannot save Azeroth

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