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Lord Sesshomaru battled many great enemies in his lifetime, none of which could ever fell a great beast like him. But there was one, trickier and more vicious than anyone he had ever encountered before. An enemy that came from within himself.
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Sesshomaru growing increasingly jealous over the most inconsequential things regarding Rin, until he can’t take it anymore.
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Après la Bataille du ministère, Celui-Dont-On-Ne-Doit-Pas-Prononcer-Le-Nom offre une ultime chance à la famille Malefoy d'échapper à son courroux mortel en investissant Drago d'une invraisemblable mission. Dans sa bonté perfide, il confie au jeune Malefoy une aide précieuse : de l'Obduro, un obscur breuvage au terrifiant pouvoir et qui lui permettrait de mener à bien sa mission… mais à quel prix ?
Hermione Granger, aussi curieuse qu'à l'ordinaire, remarque bien les changements d'attitude du Serpentard et décide de fureter. Mais sa curiosité n'est-elle motivée que par sa volonté de découvrir ce qui se trame ? Il semble que Drago exècre son attention tout autant qu'il ne la torture pour l'obtenir.
Sous les écailles venimeuses de cette obsession, et les violentes attrapades, n'existe-t-il pas quelque chose d'autre ?
Et ce depuis longtemps. Très longtemps. Quelque chose d'informe et sans nom. Quelque chose quand même.Bookmarked by Pao_la
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My fingers came up and gently trailed along the black marker marring my skin. My eyes lowered. It wasn’t the large, black, boldly displayed letters that spelled out the word WHORE across my chest that had me truly crippled with fear in that moment, but the letters printed beneath them, below my belly, across my lower abdomen… large, menacing... a word with more far reaching implications than the simple derogatory insult someone who would drug and rape a woman might throw at them. No, this was far more unsettling, far more frightening. Drawn across my lower bellow, just above the neatly groomed curls nestled between my legs, written in black maker, in capital letters, was the word MINE.
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With one word, he sealed her fate. “Mine.”
Loneliness is all that Reynhildur has ever known. Born with the mark of Odin, but she feels it as a curse rather than a blessing. She is a shieldmaiden, with a legendary reputation for her valor as well as for her godly gift.
Kjalarr is a broken prince, feared among his people. He is of the Úlfhéðnar, one of Odin’s elite warriors. He is the Storm-Wolf; his strength and ferocity are his gifts from the Allfather.
His destiny is clear: control the North and unite the clans. But the prophecy must be fulfilled: he will take a foreign bride — one who is a seer and healer just like his mother. The Sword of Isaland is said to be just that.
Freya threw the two together when they were but children. Fate brings them together again as warriors on the battlefield. Kjalarr seeks the woman behind the whispers. More than that, he won’t look away.
But the sagas don’t sing of warriors who live quiet lives, or of love that doesn’t know trial and tribulation.
Favored by the gods they may be, but that doesn’t protect them from devastating hardships or battling an ancient evil. Their reputations cannot help them. It’s their love that must become their legend.
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