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Amongst The Hunted Moons

Lone as Moon

On that night, as I walked aimlessly through the alleys with tears streaming down my face, I kept mumbling, “I hate my life, I hate my life, I hate my life.” I was so immersed in my self-wallow that I didn't realize how far I had wandered up the mountain until I tripped on a rock and landed on my right knee. “*Hissed* How do I walk back down limping?” I murmured into the silence, unsure of what to do next. Just as I was about to find my way back down, something caught my eye at the top of the mountain, just a few steps away from me. A flower was glowing there, radiant and mysterious, and I couldn't help but feel intrigued by its presence. I limped towards it, ignoring the pain in my knee, my gaze fixed on the flower as if it held the answers to my troubles. As I stepped closer, I heard a rustling noise behind the bushes. “Hello, is someone there?” I called out gently, but deep down, I figured it was just a rabbit or something. My attention remained on the flower, its beauty ethereal, enhanced by the full moon hanging in the sky. Just then, I felt an odd sense of courage wash over me, and I decided to touch the flower. As my fingers made contact, I was unprepared for what happened next: the flower's glow transferred to me, slowly causing it to wither away. “No, no, what did I do?” Panic surged through me as I tried to brush the glow off my body, but instead, it became even more blinding. Suddenly, I felt something leave me, and whoosh—I was lifted off the ground, emitting a fog-like glow as the world around me darkened. “*Gasp* Where am I?” I opened my eyes wide, darting them around in confusion, trying to make sense of everything. “Was it just a dream?” I wondered aloud, but everything looked so familiar; I found myself in my room, yet something felt profoundly different. I stood up, intent on freshening up, but paused when I noticed my fingernails—they were ash-colored and longer than before. I didn’t remember getting a manicure, so what was happening? I pushed those thoughts aside and stripped down to take a quick shower, but that’s when I let out a startled scream. A massive flower tattoo covered my back! “H—how? I didn't do this, right?” Confusion and disbelief washed over me, but beneath it all, a thrill of anticipation began to stir within me. What had transpired? What did it mean for the future? The events of that night felt like a catalyst for something far greater, and I couldn't shake the feeling that my life was about to change in ways I could hardly comprehend.
Wisteria_AE · 2K Views

Somnia: The Endless Hunt

Souta's world is shattered when a mysterious, otherworldly nightmare traps him in a never-ending sleep. Waking up in a hospital bed, he initially believes it was just a bad dream. But reality quickly distorts as he finds himself trapped in a haunting, soundless version of the world he once knew—a world where the rules of time and space no longer apply. As Souta wanders the empty halls of the hospital, he comes face-to-face with an entity that feeds on the silence, a terrifying, unseen creature that hunts him with no sound, no warning—only an overwhelming presence that grows stronger with every moment. In this place, the absence of noise is a weapon far more deadly than any physical assault, and Souta is helpless against it. The creature’s pursuit takes on a chilling quality, as if it’s not just hunting him in the dream, but hunting his very soul. But Souta’s nightmare is far from ordinary. As he struggles to survive in this soundless prison, he begins to encounter strange figures—two mysterious men who appear to be studying him and other comatose patients, yet their true motives remain unclear. They are experts in this strange condition, but they may have their own hidden agenda. Souta soon realizes that his coma may be a much deeper and more dangerous state than anyone could have predicted. As he continues to slip between the waking world and the nightmare realm, Souta discovers that his journey is intertwined with something far more sinister. The line between dreams and reality begins to blur, and his survival depends on unlocking the truth behind the forces that are manipulating him. Who—or what—is behind this nightmare? What is the true significance of the door that calls to him, offering a possible escape or an even worse fate? Guided by cryptic warnings and pursued by nightmarish creatures, Souta must find a way to escape the cycle of fear, uncertainty, and isolation. But the more he uncovers, the more he realizes that the nightmare is not something that can be simply escaped. It is a hunt—one that has only just begun. In Somnia: The Endless Hunt, dreams are not just a place to escape—they are a battlefield. A war between light and shadow, sanity and madness, where nothing is ever as it seems and no one can be trusted. Souta must confront not just the monsters of his mind, but the truth about his own existence.
Wukhan · 325 Views

The Moon's Betrayal

WARNING: [R-18] SOME CHAPTERS MAY INCLUDE MATURE AND EXPLICIT CONTENT! NO RAPE! Long ago, the Sun and the Moon fell in love with each other and flew around the world together. Until the Sun deceived the Moon and slept with the Morning Star. The Moon's heart was shattered and decided to hide herself in the darkness of the night. With regret and to seek forgiveness, the Sun stayed and set on a never ending journey by day in search for his long lost lover. It was said that the stars were the tears of the Moon, illuminating the night to conceal her grief. And for a thousand years, she waited to meet the Sun to inflict the same pain he had given her. It was believed that when the two finally meet, the Moon will turn into bloody red to bring death and chaos. ********************************************* Betrayed. Murdered. Abandoned. She despised the existence of the werewolves and vowed to destroy them in her next life, but only to be reborn as one of them. ********************************************* Amelia was the eldest daughter of Magnus Stanford—the noblest King of the human race. She was once the famous Luna of the most powerful pack in Terraria. Although considered just an average beauty for a princess, her kindness and purity were remarkable. To maintain peace between races, she was sent to Alpha Lucian of the werewolf clan to be his wife and Luna. But just after three months of her ascension, her world turned upside down. She was betrayed by none other than her husband. Murdered and left to rot in an unknown place, her wish to be reborn was granted eighteen years after, only to find herself in the body of a werewolf—a rogue and a fugitive. Even though she had nothing, her new self had an exceptional beauty, enough to capture the heart of any man who takes a glimpse of her. Learning about the downfall of her father's kingdom and the near extinction of the human race, she had to find all means to enter the Kingdom of Elysium, the one who truly holds the power among all the immortal race. Her goal? To be the bride of Elias Lagerfeld—the next Alpha of the Blood Moon Pack and heir to the Elysian throne.
Pochette · 24.2K Views

Descendent of the Moon

The grip he has on my hair loosens as he kneads my nipple between his thumb and index finger. My back is now arching forward, leaning into his touch. I want more. He chuckles in response. His breath coats my neck as he does so. "So needy," he taunts me before he removes his hands from my body. I'm ready to protest against the loss of his touch, but before I can, he grips my shoulders in his warm palms, pushing me back onto the sheets and pillows. I shudder in delight. Our eyes connect, and I feel the fire in my body ignite from how he looks at me. His eyes scan my body for a fleeting moment before he grabs the blanket and pulls it up.  "Spread your legs," he demands. His tone was low and husky. I comply, and he rewards me with a grin that says everything he doesn't need to say out loud. "You're perfect," he says in a whisper as he crawls further onto the bed between my legs. He's hovering over me. One hand cups my face as he leans down, resting his other arm on his elbow next to my face.  My fingers are tracing the outline of his toned abs. Enjoying the goosebumps rippling across his skin as a result. I watch as he closes his eyes, taking a moment to absorb this feeling before closing the gap between our lips. His lips are delicious.  "Mmm," I hummed against his lips. He deepens the kiss, sliding his tongue in my mouth. Our tongues collided like a happy accident. I slide my fingers up his chest and wrap my hands around the back of his neck, pulling him closer to me. He groans in response, vibrating against my lips. His dick is hard and pressed against my core, making it throb with need.  --------------- Phoenix was adopted by humans as a baby. She grew up in a small rural territory knowing nothing of her species or what the future held for her. She soon meets her 'mate' and discovers the secrets her human parents had kept from her all these years. In a fit, she runs away to discover that more than one man held the mate bond with her. Her first mate spent years trying to hunt her down just to find her with another fated mate. Devastated and broken he decides that he will reject her, but she becomes a target of evil no one understands. Both of her mates reluctantly stick together to keep her safe and now they are all stuck under one roof, can they figure out their differences? Will she choose her first or second mate? Or is there a third mate that is her true destiny?
R_Love3 · 38.3K Views

Mark of the Hunt

Am I going insane? The thought slithers into my mind the moment I wake up, cold and disoriented, in a place that feels more like a nightmare than reality. My head is empty, my memories wiped clean, leaving behind only a suffocating void where my identity should be. The walls around me are smeared with something dark—blood, maybe. Symbols, jagged and unfamiliar, carve into the surfaces as if someone tried to leave a message… or a warning. But none of it makes sense. Nothing here makes sense.  I try to grasp at something—anything—but the harder I reach, the faster it slips through my fingers, like smoke dissolving in the air. My pulse pounds as I force myself to move, each step foreign, like I’m controlling a body that doesn’t belong to me. A name. A purpose. Something to tell me who I am. But there’s nothing. Only fragments, pieces that refuse to fit together. Then the games begin. Survival. That’s all it’s supposed to be. Do what you’re told, follow the rules, and maybe—just maybe—you’ll make it out alive. But I learn quickly that this isn’t just about survival. It’s about control. It’s about twisting reality until I don’t know what’s real and what’s a lie. The other players are just as lost, just as desperate, but I can see it— But they aren’t like me. Some of them know more than they’re letting on. Some of them… aren’t afraid. The more I search for answers, the more the world unravels. Reality bends. Faces blur. Voices whisper from places they shouldn’t. Every time I think I’m close to the truth, it twists away from me, leaving me drowning in questions I can’t answer. The line between what’s real and what’s in my head has thinned to nothing, and I don’t know if I can trust my own mind anymore. Who am I? Maybe it’s better that I don’t know. Maybe knowing would break me beyond repair. Or maybe… maybe I was never meant to leave this place at all. I used to think I was just confused, just lost in the chaos. But now? I was definitely insane.
Emma_Maria_4394 · 5.7K Views
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