Historical Fiction 📜

When warriors from hostile neighbouring nations kidnap the Empress Dowager, a man from her past, Captain Li Wai, is dispatched to save her. Battling both enemies from within the palace and outside, the journey back to the Forbidden City is fraught with danger. But perhaps the biggest danger comes from the Empress Dowager herself, for she hides a soulmate tattoo that will kill her if her heart ever strays. Her spirit is indomitable, her will is undefeatable, but her heart isn't as impervious to love as she thinks it is. As her long-lost feelings for Captain Li Wai are uncovered, she must make the cruellest decision.

Will she choose her people or will she choose herself? Love or death?

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Magic, yokai, gods. The land of Yamato is a dangerous place no matter who you are. From moonlit nights to treacherous thunderstorms, who knows what will happen. Even gods aren't free from fate. Only time will tell if they'll survive. 

Set in the year 1827 of the Victorian Era allied with a Gothic theme, we meet the youthful Dante, a quintessential aspirant, who, through adverse circumstances, finds himself encumbered with not only the tribulations of his cherished ones, but in a concerted effort to reform the world for those who, like himself, have endured a similar fate.

I'd been lonely lately. Having accrued enough wealth to no longer need to go on the raids I was well off.

Now I just needed a little slave girl to warm my bed.

I'd considered a docile thing with a warm spot for me. But instead, I was intrigued by the spitfire commanding she'd not be touched.

I saw her body and thought her too tiny but when I touched her, I wanted her.

And what I want. I get.

Afterall, I'm a wolf at heart. And a full moon is coming.

She'll learn the way of things. One way or another.

We all know what she is.

Impossible to catch.

Every Mating Moon they all hunt for her. Her tiny leather robes leave little to the imagination and we'd all like to feel her to sate our primal need to breed. But damn her ability to spark when threatened.

But I've a plan this year. I've watched her every move and now I'm ready to put the plot I've carefully nurtured into effect.

Within hours I plan to be sinking into her warm body and sating my insatiable appetite.

Afterall, she's not the only one with magic in this pack.

That's why they call me Magus.