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Veil of crimson lotus

The wind carried the scent of incense and blood as the once-quiet halls of the Vermilion Palace echoed with whispers of treachery. At its heart stood Queen Lian Yuhua, a woman born of divine blood, her beauty as ethereal as the moon over a jade lake. Yet, her throne was steeped in peril, her life threatened by unseen hands lurking in the shadows. Her fate was now bound to Wei Zhaoyun, an exiled warrior of the Xuanhua Sect, sworn to guard her until death or destiny claimed them both. Zhaoyun was a man of iron will, his presence akin to a silent storm. Garbed in dark robes embroidered with the sigil of a coiling dragon, his blade-Frost bane-rested ever at his hip, its steel humming with suppressed power. His past was shrouded in dishonor, a fallen disciple once meant for greatness, now tethered to a ruler who saw him as little more than a blade for hire. Yet, where distrust once reigned, necessity wove an unbreakable thread between them. The assassins of the Ghost Lotus Sect sought Lian Yuhua's life, and only Zhaoyun's skill in arts and spiritual cultivation could shield her from the daggers of fate. Through perilous nights and shadowed corridors, their partnership was tested-by demons, by duty, and by the unspoken emotions neither dared acknowledge. As the heavens waged war over their destinies, one truth became clear: neither was meant to stand alone. In a world of celestial beasts, forbidden techniques, and fractured loyalties, the Queen and her reluctant guardian would carve their own legend-one written in blood and bound by fate. "You expect me to kneel?" Zhaoyun's voice was like unsheathed steel, cold and cutting. "You are my guard, not my master," Lian Yuhua countered, her golden eyes unyielding. "You will protect me, or your life is forfeit." He hated her arrogance. She hated his defiance.
Michesca_Ngandjui_5227 · 559 Views

The Romantic Trials Of A Transmigrated Empress

After meeting an unfortunate death on earth, Sigrid unwillingly transmigrated into a novel world becoming Lady Sigrid Thorin the unwanted wife of the crown prince. She resigned herself to her fate and set a goal to become the empress. But to become the future empress, she had to gain the heart of her husband_the foul tempered Prince Roland Maximus a man that loathed her and would sooner kill her than kiss her. While his heart was too thin for her to squeeze into, it was rather wide for the woman he brought home on returning from a three month expedition, a woman he had sworn to protect forever. The same woman Sigrid was on a mission to destroy, an irreconcilable enemy. With misunderstandings, scheming and jealousy, thus begun Sigrid's trials to win the heart of the man that had undeniably captivated her with his dazzling smile and her mission step over the fake female lead, be crowned empress and change her fate. Excerpt. "A knife to the throat of your husband that has just returned from war, what do you hope to accomplish crown princess?" Sigrid's eyes trailed down, to the silver blade pressed against her abdomen, she raised her head and laughed snidely. "A knife to the belly of your wife as soon as you return from war, other men start by saying, honey i am home. They also don't bring home unwanted canaries as presents for their wives." Roland leaned down with a part smug and part angry smoldering look in his eyes. It was if he wished to set her on fire, and not in the passionate way. "Honey i am home." he slowly said, dragging the words out. Sigrid trailed the knife slowly over his neck, almost as if she was caressing it with her fingers. "Welcome back, i hope you don't mind but i intend to kill that canary. If you want to bring me a gift next time, try gold and diamonds. I can also accept you, just wrap a ribbon around your bare chest."
1cutecat · 198.1K Views

"Fated in Shadows: A Fey's Heart"

In a realm where shadows murmur age-old secrets and destiny intricately weaves its delicate tapestry, Mia's quiet existence is suddenly upended when she learns she is not merely an orphan—she is a formidable Fey. Bursting with magical potential, she embarks on a journey into the enchanting yet treacherous Fey realm, a place where beauty masks danger and every corner hides a perilous surprise. In this mystical land, she uncovers a harrowing truth that shatters her sense of self: Drake, the enigmatic and irresistibly charming king of the vampires, is not just her sworn enemy; he is also the one responsible for the death of her parents, and, astonishingly, her destined mate. As shadows creep menacingly and threats lurk behind every enchanted tree, Mia must traverse a labyrinth of betrayal and dark magic, confronting her deepest fears. The weight of her family’s secrets presses heavily on her shoulders, making her journey even more daunting. Yet, amidst the chaos, she feels a powerful and undeniable pull toward Drake, a creature of darkness whose own hidden truths could either offer solace or plunge her into the depths of despair. In *Fated in the Shadows*, the boundary between love and vengeance blurs, entwining Mia's heart in a web of complex emotions. Every decision she makes could spell either her salvation or her downfall. Will she have the courage to embrace the destiny laid out before her, or will the consuming shadows of the past claim her? Step into this mesmerizing tale of romance and suspense, where each heartbeat resounds with the eerie promise of fate, and discover whether love can truly triumph over darkness.
ECDOOLEY · 664 Views

The Betrayed Hunter: Rise of a Kingdom

---WSA 2025 Entry--- Kyle Blade, the youngest Demon Hunter of the Golden Continent, was renowned as the nemesis of demons, and a protector of humanity. However, he was thrust onto a different path after being betrayed by the very humans he had sworn to defend. Kyle fixed his eyes on Harold, and chuckled darkly. "I make a promise to you fools. If I survive this night, I will witness the collapse of all three nations. And you, Harold, I will personally relieve you of your head and claim your father's throne for myself. I will forge a new kingdom from the ashes of the old, uniting the races under my banner. I understand that many will be innocent, but if they stand in my way, i will not hesitate to kill them. So..." He turned his gaze upon the assembled enemies, their eyes reflecting a mixture of fear and hatred. "Ensure you succeed in killing me." Kyle continued: "For if I survive, you will witness your kingdoms consumed by flames, and I will be the architect of their destruction." With his promise, he lunged towards the forces, who outnumbered him by thirty to one. __ Resurrected from death, Kyle moved on the path for revenge, and to uncover the truth behind the age-old blood feud between demons, elves and humans. Fully aware that his new path would draw the wrath of the humans, Elves and demons. Kyle pressed onward; for him, nothing was more important than his revenge... He will do whatever it takes, and watch the three huge kingdoms crumble before him. __ [First Conquest.] "These ignorant fools extinguished Juliet's life. I will ensure the entire continent pays the price. They are all complicit in this tragedy, and they will face my wrath together. This village… this is merely the beginning." An almost palpable wave of killing intent radiated from his body, a cold, invisible pressure that caused Gabriela and the assembled soldiers to instinctively take a step back. The air around him crackled with barely suppressed violence. * * * Welcome and please check it out, maybe 10 chapters, and then decide. You can check out my other books: _ Solo leveling: I am the Only Supreme With the cheating system. _ Reborn with the all seeing eyes _ Return of the Supreme Beast tamer. _ Thanks again for checking it out!
OP_Supreme · 9.1K Views

Decietful Allure (Around the fireplace series)

The light of the fireplace cast long shadows on the wall, the fire reflected in the eyes of the woman sitting on the couch with a blanket over her shoulders. She had a bittersweet smile on her face as her mind traveled to the past days, nights long passed, nights she shared with her family when she was a kid. Memories she hoped to bring alive if possible. First story: a story adaptation of a popular folklore in Nigeria; The Princess and the half man; She had sworn on her mother's grave never to be blinded by emotions. But It'd seem she took after her mom in that aspect after all. Throwing all caution to the wind just for a man. She had thought she was different from the rest, leave it to reality to smack her back to her senses. Her feelings for her dad was complicated, she could say she hated him, but that was not quite true, no matter what, he was still her father. The one who pampers and gives in to her every whim. She knew it was partly guilt and the fact she was his only daughter out of a battalion of boys that contributed to his attitude towards her. But so what, she didn't care much for affection, all she had cared for was getting what she wanted, and that had been true about her, until now. Authors note: As a kid my dad will always sit us down at night, outside, in the darkness and tell us the most delightful stories of kingdoms long passed, Princesses and princes, magical creatures, much to the delight of us kids. But there's not much of that nowadays. So I want to share these delightful stories with everyone and I hope by doing this, these stories will not get lost in the sands of time. Thank you, have a nice read.
Jessica_Konju_5763 · 5.4K Views

FALLEN ANGEL: MARRIED TO THE DEMON KING

[MATURE CONTENT] Arella is an angel. Well, she used to be an angel. A real, bona fide, halo-wearing, wing-flapping celestial being. That was until one tiny whoopsie where she unfortunately burns a pair of wings at a banquet happens. Fine! There was more than one tiny whoopsie. Fast forward a few hours later, and Arella found herself booted from the pearly gates with nothing but her wings and an eviction notice. Her family called it a "vacation." Ha! A vacation, in the human realm of all places! One hundred years later, Arella calls it her new life. Turns out, living among humans isn’t half bad—especially when you can turn invisibly smug at their lack of ability to fly. Early retirement has never been so blissful. That is, until the heavens smack her face with a message: Arella’s back on duty. And her new job? Marry. The. Demon. King. Wait, what?! Marrying the Demon King isn’t exactly on Arella’s bucket list, especially when demons and angels have been sworn enemies for eons. But orders are orders. So, off she goes, wings drooping and attitude cranked to full sass, to meet her new husband—a devilishly handsome demon who seems unnervingly smitten with her. Not to mention the heat that surges within her the moment she lays her eyes on him. Cue in dinner dates, fiery arguments (literally), and a series of catastrophes involving Arella purposefully setting a demon's hair ablaze with her holy fire. But as Arella settles into this bizarre celestial-demonic union, she uncovers a sinister plot that threatens not just her marriage but their entire reality. Turns out, angels and demons might have to join forces to stop a threat that neither side can handle alone. And Arella? She might just be the unexpected key to saving everyone. Armed with nothing but her quick wit, trusty angelic powers, and a painfully doting husband who may or may not leave her love notes carved into rock when she is angry, Arella must navigate battles, betrayals, and the occasional marital spat to protect their world. After all, nothing says “happily ever after” like saving existence itself, .... right? Right? One fallen angel. One absolutely smitten demon king. And a whole lot of chaos.
isallaboutbooks · 219.8K Views

Song of the Gardener of Souls [BL]

Rowan sees beauty in death. The Order he has sworn to obey only sees defilement. As the reviled Caretaker of the Order, Rowan has accepted his role as a dutiful outcast because he believes it is the only way to prove his worth to the man who holds his sisters’ souls as collateral. With his magic and his voice, Rowan can absorb death and transform it, but only in ways the Order deems acceptable to maintain the stability of the reality it claims to protect Order must subdue Disorder. Reality must triumph over illusion. He is tainted and always will be. Rowan has never questioned those lessons, but that changes the night he harvests a crimson soul that is more than human and chooses to keep it a secret. When Rowan’s song transforms that soul into a beautiful and mysterious man he names Wren, he is forced to accept that sometimes duty is a lie and illusion is the only thing you can trust. As the fabric of the Order begins to unwind and a new kind of Disorder takes hold, Rowan will need to choose again, stand with the Order that held him down, or forge a new path with Wren at his side. He may be the only one who can restore balance to the worlds, but only if he can find balance within himself first. ************************************* Updates 3-4 times per week. Note: This story focuses on relationships. I promise an epic romance, lots of swoon-worthy moments, and a healthy amount of fluff. When it does get steamy…you might get burned. Fair warning for explicit content. I don’t shy away from my spice. There are lots of side characters and couples to fall in love with, in addition to the main couple. If you love the idea of found family, you will be happy. This book is set in a non-heteronormative world, so you will see various gender identities/expressions and types of love. ************************************* Excerpt (if you want the full steamy version, you will have to read the book!): Still reeling from the new magic that coursed under his skin and unsure of how to react to the desire that threatened to take control of him, Rowan froze. Wren's hot breath against his mouth sent a jolt of pleasure through his body, and he choked back a groan. A different kind of panic flared in Rowan's chest, burning him as if he were the one on fire. This was what he wanted, what he'd thought about every night since Wren left. But wanting more was one thing. Acting on it was another. He'd spent so much of his life hiding, he didn't know how to do anything else. One corner of Wren's mouth twitched as Rowan pulled away. When he attempted to free himself from Wren's grasp, Wren just hauled him closer. Rowan liked that he didn't have to think about what to do next. His bare chest thudded against Wren's torso, and the heat from Wren's body merged with Rowan's skin, melting him from the inside out. "What did you just do to me?" Wren's deep voice vibrated against Rowan's chest. "The Disorder of your illusion was holding you captive. I…I absorbed it." "Oh? Where did you learn to do that? Have I been gone that long?" Wren's grip loosened slightly on Rowan's wrists as if he was satisfied now that Rowan was practically sitting on top him. Rowan stared at Wren's lips. He opened his mouth to protest, but immediately closed it again. "I know you aren't going to say that I shouldn't touch you." Wren's free hand splayed over the small of Rowan's back. "Not when you started it." Rowan's breath hitched. "No. I'm not going to say that anymore. Not to you." "I thought you were afraid to be touched." Wren's fingers traced a circle over the curve of Rowan's spine as if testing for a reaction. "I know that I'm not afraid of you." Rowan waited for the panic to set in, but all he felt was desire. "With you, I want…" "You want what?" "I want more." Triumph flared in Wren's gaze before he narrowed his eyes. "Really? Then why are you still trying to get away from me?"
LivChanin · 1M Views

Hades' Cursed Luna

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." **** Dark fantasy romance Morally Grey ML Angst Suspense ENEMIES to lovers Smut (like sprinkles on your ice cream)
Lilac_Everglade · 1.9M Views

Wanderer's Tale

The Expanse, a being as old as time itself, roamed the vast universe. It's gaze pierced through the vast universe it has roamed ever since its birth. It continued it's journey until it noticed something that caught its attention. It's gaze now landed upon a specific world, one that was of larger size than those around it. . . . The kind looking boy was seen staring reverently at one of his family's old portraits that hung upon their walls. His eyes shined with luster. An oath was sworn that day, never to be broken. Ad Aeternae Virtutis. To Eternal Valor. The girl looked at the broken sword in her hand. She shook her head and closed her eyes, meditating. The sound of swords clashing reverberated across the fields soon after. The aspiring tinkerer winced as his invention got destroyed before his eyes. All that time spent toiling away, yet it was for naught. But he must prove them all wrong, he'll show them all what he can do, so that they won't dare to look at him with those eyes ever again. The pompous elf princess watched in awe as the moon shined and brought light to the quiet palace, the young servant stood close beside her, smiling. The unspoken promise was made, with the night sky as its witness. The boy with rat ears wook up in the woods. Realizing he had been abandoned, he cried. A voice called out to him for aid. The young ratkin wandered in search of the voice, seeking company. The demon watched on in despair at the massacre before him. He wondered if his kind would ever be free from this neverending cycle. Will the blood they shed ever wash away their past sins? The bored spirit can be found drifting along in the Forest of Tears. The spirit wandered in search of something interesting. It must first seek out a way to satiate its hunger before it may find its eternal rest. An angel can be seen washed ashore in a faraway island, unconscious. But what caught the being's eyes more was... . . . An unnamed boy could be seen roaming the streets of one of the many cities of Zwelbanneir. He would be the start of this grand journey, and the link between the stories that will unfold. He knows not much of the world around him, but soon he will be forced to understand and learn. He shall be the fated Lodestar. He is the one and only wielder of the 'Fool' Card, that which marks a new beginning not only for him, but for the world as well.
CertifiedBaboon · 2.6K Views

Kill to Rise

Kane staggered through the smoldering ruins of his kingdom, his vision swimming with blood and sweat. Every muscle screamed in protest, every step faltered, but the pain was a distant echo compared to the void in his chest. The imperial prince had razed it all—the palace, the people, everything Kane had ever known. His father’s stern voice, his mother’s gentle touch, the warriors who had once sworn to protect them—all silenced, their dying cries still ringing in his ears. But there was one person he couldn’t let go of. “Julia…” His voice rasped, barely audible over the crackling flames. His heart thudded unevenly as he lurched across the battlefield, the air thick with the stench of death. His sister had been his beacon in this crumbling world, the only one who saw strength in him despite his failings. He clung to a fragile hope that she might still be alive. That hope shattered when he found her. By the lake’s edge, where the water mirrored the flickering flames, Julia lay motionless on the cold earth. Kane’s breath caught, his legs giving out as he dropped to his knees beside her. Her golden hair, once radiant, was tangled with dirt and blood. Her pale skin was marred with bruises, her body exposed—stripped of the dignity she’d carried so effortlessly in life. The imperial prince hadn’t just taken her life; he’d handed her to his soldiers like a trophy, a final cruelty that twisted Kane’s grief into rage. “No… no…” His voice cracked, tears spilling down his ash-streaked face. With trembling hands, he tore off his own tattered shirt—the last remnant of the prince he’d once been. It wasn’t much, but he couldn’t leave her like this. Gently, he draped the fabric over her fragile form, shielding her from the world that had betrayed her. His fingers lingered on the cloth, as if he could somehow give her back the peace she deserved. “I’m sorry, Julia,” he whispered, his throat tight with sobs. “I wasn’t strong enough to protect you…” Guilt gnawed at him, sharper than the wounds seeping through his torn clothes. He had failed her, failed them all—his family, his kingdom, himself. What was left for him now? Ignoring the fire in his limbs, Kane clawed at the dirt with his bare hands, digging a shallow grave. Each handful of earth sent jolts of pain through his battered body, but he welcomed it. She deserved more than this—a proper burial, a monument—but this was all he could offer. As he laid her inside and covered her with soil, his vision blurred, his strength fading. His injuries were too deep, the vial of salve in his pocket too meager to save him. It could dull the pain, perhaps, but he didn’t want that. He didn’t deserve it. When the grave was finished, Kane collapsed beside it, his chest heaving with shallow breaths. Death hovered close, and he was ready to let it take him. Then, a glint of gold caught his eye. Something plumm
Man110 · 1K Views
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