Bonded To A Witch

[Mature Content]

What if she was destined to kill him?
What if nothing can stop her from killing him? Not even herself.

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Raziel Crayon- a young, lazy, and beautiful witch who is unable to cast spells made tragedy compound upon itself when she experimented with death and unknowingly tried to kill herself, resulting in the downfall of her family and them, sent to the heart of the forest.

She was known for her free spirit with modest desires of being a princess and living an easy life, without having to learn how to cast spells as she believes it was a waste of momentum and vigor.

Valhoon Cross- The vampire king of Daxtan. He was the cold-hearted king, ruthless, and a monster who lurks in the shadows. A King considered like a ghost by the inhabitants of the country.

After getting betrayed by his uncle, and losing half of the country's staff, he resolved in finding the mastermind and getting back the other half.

He accidentally met her in an unfortunate incident where she saved his life but ended up in deep trouble herself.
In this journey, will he fulfill Raziel's both desires or both would be left unfulfilled?

The problem? She was fated to kill him and he was destined to marry her.

Will she be able to stop herself from killing him? or would her fate change?

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"I never knew you read these kinds of books. I only read the middle page and I’m thrilled."

"H…how did you get it?" She gulped.

He chuckled.

"Come and get it, sweet. I don’t bite."

Raziel narrowed her eyes. He was trying to trick her into opening the window.

"It’s not that hard. Come on, I’ll give you your erotica," he assured, drawing on the last word.

"It’s not erotica. You’re horrible at reassuring people."

"And you’re a pro at hurting my ego."

"Seriously?"

"No."

She glared at him and he smirked. Seems like she was no longer scared of his blazing golden eyes. Such a huge achievement.

"I won’t hurt you, sweet, sweet, Raziel," he spoke out as he used his hands to tell her to come forward. Noticing the reluctance and doubt in her eyes, he shrugged his shoulders.
"Fine, I’ll grant your request and leave," he said as he sauntered towards the railing of her balcony.
He heard her panicked voice and her loud footsteps as she quickly tossed the blanket off her body and hurried to the window. Just as he saw her opening the balcony window, he smirked at her and leaped off the balcony. She released a horrified shout as expected. It was a five-floor drop after all.

"C…come back!" She slightly whispered, dreading to wake her family or alert the guards.

He turned a deaf ear to her. A hand was tucked into his pocket as he walked down the mansion with ease. His free hand swung the book as he walked. He kept walking and just as he had predicted, she uttered the word.

Raziel panicked. She sprinted out of her bedroom, barefoot and with just her thin nightgown. The book wasn’t hers, it was May’s and she would fight with her if she found out that her book was missing and that she took it. She doesn’t want any quarrel with May and she has to take the book from him to avoid May’s wrath. Raziel ran outside and was welcomed by the chilly cold and the bright light of the moon. She sighted him walking away and she racked her brain for something to say. Yes, she now knew his name. She had seen it at the royal grandmother’s birthday party. She had forgotten his name until it was forced out of her.

"Valhoon, please!"