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The Devils Cursed Witch

The Cursed King

He has been waiting for fifteen centuries to meet his wife again. (COMPLETED) Meet Loriel Ashborn, former king of Summeria, 15-century old immortal, a doting husband, certified simp, a wife's slave. In the land where the human race lived side by side with other races like the elves, witches, and those immortal beings often calling themselves gods, lived a powerful king, Loriel Ashborn. One fatal mistake caused him to lose the woman he loved as she was sent to the future by the evil Time Master before he died. The only way to see her again is for him to take the curse of immortality, and so he did. Now, after 15 centuries, Loriel finally found her again. But she didn't remember him? Well, who cares! This time, the shameless husband would never let her go ever again. To make her remember their life together, he even faked a terminal illness with his 'dying wish' was to experience how it was like to be married. And when he *cough cough* 'miraculously' made a full recovery, he said, "Wifey, you saved my life! Now, I owe you forever. I will repay with my body." *** AUTHOR'S NOTE: In their previous life, the king felt that he was not a good husband to his wife, so this time around, he would make up to her and be the best husband she could ever hope for. You will witness a total simp, a devoted doting husband who would pamper his wife to no end and give the whole world to her. I DON'T DO SLOW BURNS. This story will have a lot of snusnu/lemon/smut and it's not advised to read if you are prudish or underage. Also, there will be magic. A lot of magic because the male lead is a 'god' and the female lead is a 'witch'.
Missrealitybites · 1.7M Views

The Siren's Lighthouse Witch

The Siren's Lighthouse Witch Neria, a spirited and rebellious Tempest Siren, chafes under the rigid traditions of Thalassira, her bioluminescent coral city. Taught that the surface world is corrupt and witches are their ancient enemies, she secretly yearns for a life beyond the ocean's depths. Her people, the Sirens of Tempest, are afflicted by a mysterious curse: a loss of voice and vibrant color whenever they dare to love a witch, a curse mistakenly believed to be caused by such forbidden unions. Perched atop a storm-battered cliff, Elira, a reclusive witch, guards a lighthouse that is secretly a nexus between the spiritual and marine worlds. Exiled by her coven for dabbling in forbidden sea magic, she seeks redemption and answers to the growing blight affecting both her powers and the surrounding waters. Haunted by premonitions and able to perceive the sea's memories, Elira is a solitary soul, hiding a warm heart beneath a sarcastic exterior. Their worlds collide when Neria, drawn by an irresistible pull, ventures to Elira's lighthouse. Despite centuries of animosity and the looming threat of the curse, an undeniable connection sparks between the siren and the witch. As their love deepens, the sea grows more violent, and their powers begin to intertwine—Neria's emotional song and water control amplifying Elira's elemental magic, and Elira's touch allowing Neria to glimpse the sea's forgotten memories. Yet, this very union seems to accelerate the curse, threatening to steal their voices and powers. Unbeknownst to their warring peoples, an ancient, misinterpreted prophecy foretells: "When the ocean's voice loves the lighthouse's light, the world's wound shall heal." Their forbidden love is not the cause of the curse, but the only key to breaking it—a magical barrier designed to keep their worlds apart. As they navigate their dangerous affection, battling both external prejudice and internal fears, Neria and Elira must unravel the true history of the curse. Their journey will challenge not only their societies' deep-seated hatred but also their own identities, proving that true love transcends all boundaries—species, tradition, and the very fabric of magic itself. Their union promises to usher in a new era of understanding, liberating not just themselves, but the sea and the coast from the shackles of ignorance.
silversblaze · 1.7K Views

The Beyonders; I am the Devils incarnate

Daxen, a brilliant but bad-minded young boy, finds himself in a parallel world where everything seems to be linked with havoc. At first, he thought he was dreaming, that his mind was playing tricks on him. But not until it had dawned on him. Growing up, Daxen believed the world belonged to the strong, because he had always been at the mercy of bullies. Constantly beaten, mocked, and pushed aside, he began to lose faith in kindness. Over time, his heart hardened. He stopped caring. He developed a cold, calculating mindset, one that thrived on revenge. Pain; once something he feared, became something he delivered. Especially to bullies. He started learning how to play smart, how to always pay back, how to get revenge in a cold way. His feelings for when someone is in pain died, since he now draws pleasure in giving pain to bullies. Mercy faded from his heart, replaced with a twisted satisfaction in seeing his tormentors suffer. But something had happened. He had been assessed and was picked to join a force to defend his world. How can someone as bad-minded as he is do that? Still, the choice was made. And now, Daxen must fight. Train. Endure brutal trials to grow stronger, to survive, to rank up and eventually, defend his world, and himself. But the path wasn’t easy. The trials were something else, merciless. The journey tested his very soul. It made him do things, think things, see things that weren’t sensible to any mere being. He had to slay what he never believed existed, to him they were bullies of the bullies and that was what he hated the most. But as he advanced, he changed. With each step he became a better version of what he was, a darker version, some might call it an omen, a bad one. For He became… Read to find out.
DE_Badman · 1.3K Views

Emerald Witch

Betrayed,plotted against,and killed. Elodie Adedora’s corpse was left to glaciate in a cold abyss… but why does this protagonist wake up seven years later? … Far away, off the outskirts of the Solaria kingdom, where the sun and warmth were scarce. A dark cave, lit only by the dim reflection of silver chains, suspending a single person to an icy wall. The person's skin, dark and covered in winters frost. The hairs on her head and eyelashes were grey, covered by tiny icicles. Her lips, pale of all color, cracked, and like the rest of her, cold. But, slowly, her lips were the first to melt. Her eyes started to flutter open, revealing brown eyes flickering with white. A bright, illuminating, magical white. "Kill the queen. You must kill the queen. That is why you are alive." The iridescent shimmer of white began to spread across her body, intertwining itself with the natural ebony color of her skin that was stuck to her bones. The intense frail appearance of the girl filled out into a healthy complexion. The melting ice dripped like water down her skin, and the more that dripped, the more alive the unconscious body seemed to become.  Just as a first warm breath escaped the girl's mouth, a spiteful emotion bubbled up to the surface, flashing across the girl's eyes. Pain, suffering, and betrayal. Those were the three most prevalent in her expression. One of the three must've been a feeling strong enough to revive the dead. The chains on her arms were thick and bulky, frosted over with a glaze of ice and frost. In a second however, she ripped her arms away from the stone that in prisoned her, falling weakly to other side, where her other arm remained suspended to the ice wall. A screamed ripped out of the girl who had just awoken, the voice of regret. It echoed against the walls of the cave. Her restraints shattered in a horrifying unison, metal bits flying in different directions in the room. Falling to the ground, her shivering body hit the ice floor below her. The ice ground made direct contact with her knees and forearms. Under the intense contact, they scraped and peeled. Yet, the girl's hands and knees held strong as she stood up. Her dark, raven black hair fell in front of her face, a protruding but delicate nose bridge interrupted its flow.  "You will never be forgiven..." Were the first words to leave the girl's lips. The white flickers and crackles in her eyes and across her skin had calmed. The iridescent shimmer had also vanished, and yet,  Now was the moment the girl appeared the most intimidating, warm tears of anger had overtaken the melted ice on her skin, obstructing parts of her vision. She raised her head, and with it, a stem of green glow manifested from no where. In her palms, the white shimmer of light had now turned a threatening forest green. In this icy prison was where the infamous evil witch was held captive. It would also be the same place which this story begins.
INFJX · 12.7K Views

The Witch Hunter System

Dual cultivation isn't a choice; it's a necessity. After being struck by a truck like most lucky protagonists (or unlucky ones), Vaan found himself transmigrated into the body of an orphan in the world of witches and demons. However, they didn't always exist. Demons terrorized the world ever since the Gehenna Realm descended over 300 years ago. but along with them, came mana, giving birth to witches to combat these demons. Since then, the world of men was dominated by witches, establishing the seven witch kingdoms, which safeguards at the forefront of the demon invasion. In order to survive in the matriarchal society of the witch kingdoms, Vaan, like all other men who cannot use magic, had to learn how to service the witches to survive. Nevertheless, it did not come without its own benefits. Years of research have led the world to the discovery of intimacy between men and women could increase the witches' mana absorption. But at the same time, men could absorb some of this mana to improve their physique and lifespan. Thus, since then, an intricate relationship was formed between men and witches in the red-light districts. Love became casual, and dual cultivation is common. As a prodigy in the art of pleasing women, Vaan lived a smooth two years since his transmigration as an orphan. However, everything came crashing down in a heartbeat one day when his life was nearly taken, and Lady Eniwse whom he served went berserk. Even so, that was not the end. With the awakening of the Witch Hunter System, watch how Vaan takes on the world and becomes the lord of witches. ===== Genre: [Mature Content] [R-18] [Smut] [Magic] [Witches] [Demons] [Spirits] [Dragons] [Beasts] [Reincarnation] [Adventure] [Action] [Mystery] [Academy] [Weak-to-Strong] [Scheming MC] [Harem] [System] [Servants] [Slaves] [Smart MC] [Alchemy] [Forging] [Misunderstandings] [Game Elements] [Kingdom-Building] [Overpowered MC] ===== Note: Contains lemons. Hunting witches does not necessarily imply killing witches, if you know what I mean ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°) ===== Feel free to join the discord for novel discussion or grab the novel update role to be notified as soon as new chapters are released in the link below; https://discord.gg/9SUWMPZ ===== My other novels; First novel: Prime Originator (Shared Universe) Second novel: I am a Notorious Boss in the Alternate World (Shared Universe) =====
Pointbreak · 7.2M Views

Moonbound Witch

... “You told me you didn’t love her,” Ravyn whispered, her voice shaking. “And now she’s carrying your child?” The Alpha stared at her, cold. Unbothered. “She’s my betrothed. It was bound to happen.” The words felt like a knife straight through her ribs. She had slept with him last night. Let him touch her. Let him hold her like she was the only woman he’d ever want. And now another woman carried his child? Stupid. She’d been so stupid. ... “You can’t forcefully mate with me,” Ravyn said, smiling without warmth. “Unless you’re ready to drop dead.” The Beta’s warm green-golden eyes burned, his claws flexing. “I will make you mine,” he growled. “If not today—then soon. And when I do…” He stepped forward, watching the way her legs pressed tightly together. “I’ll tear through your mind until there’s no one left in it but me.” Ravyn swallowed. But she didn’t flinch. Let him try. She’d rip him apart before she let him win. ... “You’re the reason my mother was taken,” Ravyn said, voice like venom. “I did it to save mine,” he snapped. Her fingers curled into fists. “I should rip you to pieces.” “Then do it,” he whispered. “Because I’d do it all over again.” ... Three different men. Three different roles. An Alpha, a Beta, and a Rogue. And then there was her—a witch who hated werewolves with every bone in her body. So what do you mean she was fated to three of them? She came to the Court to find answers about her missing mother. She stayed to kill the monsters responsible. But the real betrayal? She fell into the arms of the very men she swore to destroy. She should’ve never danced at the castle. Should’ve never worn that mask. Should’ve never let herself feel. Because now, she was trapped. Bound by fate that states: > If she tries to break the mate bond—she dies. If they force her to accept it—they die. And still, they want her.
Glimmer_Giggle · 7.8K Views
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