The Last Paragon in the Apocalypse - Chapter 507: Your Target Is a Monster

A replica of Marquis Kieran Vale, the son of the Marchioness of Vale, who she deemed a failure. That was all she was. No, she was now referred to as “he.” At least until she met Claude Del Ihar.

Will you forgive them or seek revenge? Forgiveness and revenge are, after all, the two inevitable outcomes when faced with betrayal—rather, the two sides to behold of the same coin. No matter how many times forgiveness surfaces, revenge is equally likely to occur.This is the tale of a man who has endured countless betrayals throughout his life. One might even say he's been betrayed by his own fate. Yet, he has always chosen to forgive and move forward with a cheerful smile. Revenge never really occurred to him— not even once.However, his life took a dramatic turn when he gets involved in a tragic accident, meeting a miserable end. But fate had other plans, and he was reincarnated in a different world. With his newly acquired body, he starts his life as a Mage Class Adventurer, only to face the dark reality of the world. The atrocities he witnessed—enslavement, smuggling, trafficking, and so on—were nothing but the tip of the iceberg. The Dark Morals of the world remained untouched.What secrets lie hidden? What darkness shrouds this world? One must join him on his journey to discover the truth. As he continues surviving in this new world with certain ambition and purpose, he also acquires a 'System' to enhance his potential. With each level and skill upgrade, he conquers the chaos and earns a title no one ever will ever be able to attain.[“Do read if you feel like reading my creation. Your support is what gives me inspiration to carry on”— El Sandra.][Note: My novel contains violence and harmful events. Reader discretion is strongly advised]

In a world where Lycans and werewolves are sworn enemies, Eve Valmont is a werewolf cursed by a prophecy and framed. Betrayed by her own pack and imprisoned for years, her fate takes a darker twist when she is offered to the Lycan King, Hades Stavros—a ruler feared for his ruthless conquests and deadly prowess. Bound by an ancient prophecy and haunted by the ghosts of her past, Eve is now at the mercy of the one being she should hate and fear the most—The Hand of Death himself.Hades, a king carved from blood and his own soul's decay, determined to avenge his family's slaughter and rid his people of the werewolves. He believes Eve is the key to his victory. To him, she is nothing but weapon foretold by prophecy, a tool he will wield to destroy the opposing forces threatening his pack. Yet, he finds himself craving this powerful yet broken woman. Leaving him questioning if she is truly his weapon or the one destined to unravel his carefully laid plans.***He stalked toward me, a predator closing in on its prey, his eyes dark and unreadable. “So, you laugh?” His voice was low, dangerously soft, making the hairs on the back of my neck stand up.I swallowed hard, suddenly aware of how difficult it had become to breathe. “Hades, I—”“But you only laugh at other men's jokes,” he interrupted, his gaze piercing, devoid of any humor. “Not your husband's.” The accusation in his tone was sharp, slicing through the air between us.A nervous chuckle escaped me. “You can't be serious... He’s your beta, for Goddess’ sake.”In an instant, he closed the distance between us, so fast it left me breathless. His hands gripped my waist, pulling me flush against his body, the heat of him making my skin tingle. I gasped, but before I could say a word, his lips crashed onto mine, claiming my mouth with a force that sent shockwaves through me. The kiss was punishing, hungry—I couldn't breathe, couldn't think.When he finally pulled back, I was trembling, my chest heaving as I struggled to regain my breath. His eyes, dark and stormy, searched mine with a possessive intensity. “You can’t laugh at my jokes...” he whispered, his voice a dangerous rasp as his fingers trailed lower, sending a shiver down my spine, “but you’ll come with my fingers.”I shivered, heat pooling low in my belly at his words, his touch. The world around us blurred, fading into nothing as his hand slipped lower, drawing a ragged gasp from my lips. The look in his eyes told me he knew exactly what he was doing to me, and there was no denying the primal connection between us in that moment.“I don’t need your laughter,” he murmured against my skin, his breath hot on my neck. “I’ll have every other part of you instead.”

It was a hasty, arranged marriage.And on their wedding night, he ran away.He lived for ten years under a false name, becoming one of the 7 Great Masters of the Continent, but returned home when he heard news of his father’s passing.There, he found his wife, whom he thought had already left, whom he had only seen once before.She was still as beautiful as the first time he saw her.