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The Duke'S Sinful Luna

The Grand Duke's Son Is A Heretic

--[WSA 2025 Entry]-- Betrayed by his sister. Betrayed by chosen one's humanity. Betrayed by the Gods. That was how the life of Leonard, the Defier of Fate and the world’s greatest heretic, came to an end. When demons invaded human lands, he received a revelation from the Goddess. She commanded him to act as a spy, to infiltrate the enemy ranks and expose their secrets for humanity’s sake. To fulfill this mission, he had to sacrifice a part of his soul. He accepted a demonic contract, surrendered his soul, and became a demonic human. Risking everything, he provided critical information to the humans and helped them turn the tide of battle. But then, he had a shocking discovery. The war was nothing but a gambit between various gods and before he could act, the war was stopped out of nowhere. In an unexpected turn, humans and demons put aside their hatred and signed a peace treaty. Before Leonard could make sense of it, he was betrayed. Both demons and humans joined hands to kill him. "Fuck! If there is a next life, I swear I will tear you gods apart!" With this scream, he thought his suffering was finally over. But… When he opened his eyes again, he found himself in the body of Kael Veydrin, the son of the Grand Duke of the Heizen Empire. But this new life was no different from the last. His sister wanted to get rid of him. Born with clogged vessels and no talent, he was nothing but a disappointment. A subject of fun and ridicule among the fellow nobles. Despite rebirth, nothing seems to change. The cursed fate. The distorted history smearing his name. A world that was against him. Leonard, now assuming the identity of Kael, let out a low chuckle. "Don’t worry, Kael. I will have revenge for both of us." "They called me heretic right? I will show them how a true fucking heretic acts.” Follow Kael's journey, as he fights against the fates and injustices to drag the ones ruling above.
Lonelythree · 87K Views

The Grand Duke's Soulmate

IMPORTANT NOTE: Please be known that this book wouldn't have made it this far without the support my dear writing buddy Rachel E. Canton who is a great writer of SINS OF THE SERAPHIM - https://www.webnovel.com/book/sins-of-the-seraphim_26438336605116805 and Derek J. Perna To Rachel & Derek, Thank you for everything! ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ When the last heir of Ardel lost everything, fate would bring her to her rightful protector. Anna Adhemar, the forgotten princess, found herself betrayed by the Regent. Hunted by the Bargesians and the ruthless slave traders, she desperately fled for her life. Rescued by a mysterious man, her newfound safety was short-lived as she succumbed to a potent aphrodisiac. Then, she awoke in the arms of the fearsome Knight Commander of Gerhard, stripped bare, in a foreign kingdom. Fear, confusion, and a sense of profound devastation enveloped her. But the man before her declared, "I am your husband. I married you last night." Then, with unwavering determination, he vowed, " You're my woman now. No one can hurt my woman." --- Kyren Raychard, the Crown Prince who had chosen to forsake the throne and became celibate, led the Knights of Gerhard to safeguard his kingdom’s border from slave trading activities. Outside his camp, he found Anna poisoned and delirious. The healer informed him of the only cure, of which he must race against time to give and honour her. For the first time, he felt an overwhelming instinct to protect and claim her as his own. Unaware of his deepening affection, he belatedly realised his feelings as he stood on the brink of losing her. Bound by a soul-binding spell, their fates intertwined…
Rana_Chim_Chim · 1.1M Views

The Darker Sins

A secret mission was all it took for Elise to gain the infamous twins, Azael and Reuel's attention and from then on, there was no stopping them. While the twins want her, Elise wants nothing to do with them. Amidst the growing infatuation and feelings, Elise has even to protect herself from the danger she has unknowingly put herself into. ---------------------------------------------------------------- “You were ours the day you stepped inside our club,” Azael said as he strode towards her and Elise took a step back instantly. “I belong to no one.” She declared as she maintained her gaze on him. But her wavering voice gave her away and Azael arched his lips, taking it as a challenge. “Are you sure, darling? Why does your heartbeat say otherwise?” Reuel approached her from behind and Elise was now trapped between the twins. “I…” Elise licked her lips as she maintained her gaze on the man before her while her mind was focused on Reuel’s wandering hands that were inching towards her waist. “You what, gorgeous?” Azael probed as he smirked at her evilly and Elise was lost in his mysterious depths instantly. “Tell us you want us, Elise.” Reuel urged from behind. “Tell us, baby. Tell us you want us as much as we want you.” Azael ran a finger along her arm and goosebumps peppered on her skin instantly. “Tell us, Elise.” And that was all it took for Elise to surrender. “I want you.” ---------------------------------------------------------------- This book contains mature content including violence and sexual themes. It is also a reverse harem romance and explores many different aspects of BDSM. Read at your own discretion.
prada_murthy · 26.9K Views

IN HIS SINS

Beaufort Lancaster has always known himself to be a sinner—a man with little to no intention of marriage, a man, or better, a lover who enjoys the thrill that comes with women bound to duty—especially those who belong to other men. However, what was once a game, a thrill, shifts dangerously once he meets Lady Louisa Lancaster, his brother’s wife—Andrew Lancaster. Andrew Lancaster is mad. Not mad in the way men are described as eccentric, temperamental, hard nuts to crack, illogical, impediments, imbeciles... No! The man is truly lost to the grip of madness. His world and reality align in different diversions. His marriage to Louisa is a hollow arrangement, void of warmth or desire. Yet, bound by duty and title, she remains his! Beaufort never thought himself capable of true love—until her. What begins as a fascination, mere attraction to another married woman, transforms into something unbearable. He thinks about her more often than he should. He watches her more closely than is right. He delights in spending more time with her than he should. And the breaking point comes when he finds himself in her room, out of a slight argument, one fateful evening. A kiss. A touch. Nothing more. But it is enough to undo him! Wracked with guilt and the weight of his transgression, Beaufort flees Lancaster for London, seeking refuge in the arms of God. Priesthood, he believes, shall cleanse him—will rid him of her. Yet, even within the monastery, the ghost of Lady Louisa haunts him—her scent, her touch, the whisper of her name, her smile. They all linger in the quiet halls filled with souls embracing celibacy. But he was never celibate! How could he be if he thinks? If he thinks rather sexually of another human being he wished to rid himself of? Worse—his brother’s property? And so he flees! The cloth of fatherhood or brotherhood can never silence the call of his heart. Salvation is a word, and he, of all people, shall have a different case scenario on the Day of Judgment! What happens? In His Sins is a tale of forbidden love, guilt, and the haunting grip of desire, set against the rigid moralities of the Victorian era. Enjoy!
Rhoda_Andrian · 1.8K Views

Your Luna's Dead Tonight

In the shadowed realms ruled by Lycan packs, where bloodlines are sacred and fated bonds are law, Nyma Ravengale has always been the golden daughter of Alpha Cedric—cherished, protected, and destined for a future as radiant as the moon itself. But when the Luna Ceremony, a sacred rite meant to honor her ascension into adulthood, reveals a truth that defies the pack’s ancient laws, Nyma’s world fractures. She is pregnant. And the child growing inside her is no product of a fated bond. The revelation ignites a storm of shame and fury Her mate, Lycan Prince Adrian, denounces her before the pack, refusing to claim a child he insists cannot be his. Whispers of betrayal spread like wildfire, poisoning the very air she breathes. Then comes her father’s decree—an ultimatum as cold as the northern winds. Kill the bastard child and reclaim her place in the pack… or be cast out as a rogue, stripped of her title, her home, her name. But Nyma’s heart rebels. The child—conceived in a single, forbidden night of passion with a mysterious outsider—is more than a mistake. It is her defiance. Her last act of freedom. To destroy it would be to surrender her soul to the pack’s cold judgment. To keep it would mean facing the wilderness alone, hunted by those who once called her family. Now, as the pack gathers outside, their voices rising in a merciless chant, Nyma stands at the crossroads of fate. Tonight, she is no longer the golden daughter, the cherished Luna. Tonight, her pack buries her. Tonight, she dies in their eyes. But the moon does not mourn. It has always feasted on dead things. And what the moon devours, it resurrects. As the wind howls through the night, carrying their chants like a funeral hymn, one truth remains unshaken: She will rise. Not as the woman they loved—soft-handed, honey-voiced, stitching their wounds with moonlight. No. The moon spits back what it can’t digest. Not as the Luna they cherished… Not as the woman they swore to protect… Their Luna’s dead tonight. The one that'll claw out of the grave with teeth made of their regrets, hair braided from the nooses they hung their lies on. Her eyes? Two black holes where the moon stuffed secrets. She’ll smell the blood they swore never spill, trace the betrayal they etched into the bark of the sacred oak. And when she opens her mouth to take oath? It won’t be a dirge. It’ll be a reckoning, sharp enough to split the night open. They’ll beg for the silence of her death. But the moon’s still hungry. And dead girls don’t stay dead. They stay angry!
Surviving_17 · 682 Views

Duke Aragon: A Pharmacist’s Journey

In his past life, Dr. Elias Valtor was a world-renowned pharmacist, a pioneer in medicine, and a man who had dedicated his life to curing the incurable. But in the blink of an eye, he dies—only to awaken in the body of a frail, sickly young noble in a dying aristocratic house. Now, he is Duke Alexander Aragon, heir to a crumbling dukedom on the brink of collapse in the small but strategically placed Kingdom of Velmoria, nestled in a vast continent ruled by warring empires, treacherous nobles, and forgotten alchemical arts. Armed with unparalleled pharmaceutical knowledge, an analytical mind, and a ruthless will to survive, Alexander refuses to let his family fade into obscurity. With no knights, no wealth, and no allies, he starts with the one thing he knows best—medicine. He introduces revolutionary healing methods, concocts powerful elixirs, and uses his knowledge of alchemy to create remedies unheard of in this medieval world. But in a land where magic and potions are monopolized by the powerful, his innovations shake the foundations of society. The royal court watches with suspicion, rival nobles plot against him, and the mysterious Mage Guild seeks to control his talents. As he cures the incurable, saves soldiers on the battlefield, and amasses influence through commerce and medicine, he realizes that healing alone won't be enough—he must play the game of politics, wield power like a scalpel, and carve out a future for House Aragon. From humble apothecary to feared noble, from the sickly boy to the master of life and death, Duke Alexander Aragon will rise. And in a world where both magic and medicine can be weapons, he will become a force that neither kings nor empires can ignore. The journey of a fallen noble, a forgotten house, and a man who wields knowledge like a sword begins now.
Matteo_8085 · 945 Views

Alpha Damon's Substitute Luna

When he failed to find his fated human mate after seven years of searching, alpha Damon decides to abduct seventy-five young women from all over the city who fit within his Luna’s age range and description, to have them trained for his selection. What starts off as a competition for the alpha’s heart quickly turns to a bloody game of survival. *** “What’s your name?” Damon asked, his voice clipped and cold. Though his eyes were narrowed, they were a bit mad around the edges. The blonde woman in front of him traced a red coated fingertip over his tattooed chest, all the way to his slightly exposed pelvis. She smacked her lips at the obvious bulge in his tight pants. “If you wanted a good time, why didn’t you just say so?” She threw a side long glance at the rest of the women cooped up in the cells, their fingers desperately grabbing the bars and yelling obscenities at the man who thought it was a good idea to abduct them for his personal reasons. “Why don’t we go somewhere private?” She added with a seductive wink. The alpha’s patience wore thin but he remained calm. “What.is.your.name?” He repeated with the slightest hint of annoyance. His eyes dipped to the card in her hand and she followed suit, smiling at the words on them; Luna 37. She rolled her eyes and tossed the paper aside. Did he seriously expect them to believe he was some alpha werewolf? Was that his play for getting laid? She scoffed at his silly roleplay antics. Werewolves were fictional but if that was what got him in the mood, she didn't mind playing along. He was definitely her type. “The name is Tyla Woodley…” He moved like a blur, snapping her neck like a twig. The other prisoners screamed at the top of their lungs as Tyla’s body thudded to the floor in a crumpled heap. Damon flexed his neck and arms before starting towards the cells. When he approached, all the women retreated, crying and screaming. He unlocked a cell and raked the women with his eyes. Shuffling forward, he yanked one out by the scruff of her neck. “NO! Cleo! Let her go!” A wide-eyed woman screamed from another cell, banging the bars violently. “Let her go, you monstrous cunt! Fuck you! You hear me? FUCK YOU, DAMON WAYNE!” He froze at the mention of his full name, and let go of the whimpering prisoner who crawled back into the open cell on all fours. Slowly, Damon advanced towards the rude woman’s cell but she didn’t back away like the others. She gripped the bars and spat in his face when he was standing in front of her. “Couldn’t find yourself a Luna, tough guy? No surprise there. The moon goddess must not have been able to bring herself to torture an innocent woman with the tragic fate of being your Luna.” Damon reined in the rage bubbling within him by gritting his teeth. This one wasn't as clueless as the dead one. “What is your name?” She knew he wanted her to mention the name on her card; Luna 91. He had just killed a prisoner who gave her actual name. However, he didn't hint at her card by looking at it. His eyes never left hers. She inhaled sharply. To hell with him. As long as her sister, Cleopatra, could remain safe long enough for them to figure out a way to escape from here, she didn't mind distracting the monster as long as she could. “Luna 91, Asshole!” He shot her a roguish grin. "Welcome to hell, Luna 91." He said before reaching beyond the bars and grabbing her neck amidst deafening screams.
Pennedby_Precious · 1.7K Views

His Forsaken Luna

Humiliated and in heat, Idalia was forced to attend the Moonlight Masquerade in hopes of finding a mate to satisfy her body's needs. Vulnerable to her desires, she ran into the woods to escape a potential scandal. But when a masked man catches her, his touch tosses all reasoning aside. What should have been a simple humiliating event for the princess turns into a night of passion. There was one problem though: she couldn't remember who she mated with! The slave who carried her to bed. The knight who knelt before her and offered his canines for touching her. The sworn enemy Alpha Prince, who confessed his love for her. Follow Idalia as she navigates between three Weres. One is a pretty guy eager to please her to escape his fate, another trying to reclaim his honour while unable to control his desires, and the last is a villain using her for his goals, but a flame festers between them at every interaction. A slave, a knight and a villain prince, who will she choose? [ Mature Content ] "You smell like the sun." His strides are long and confident, heading in my direction like he knows exactly what he wants. He stops before me, and my head tips back. "How is that possible?" His voice drops to a rumbling whisper. Now that he was close to me, the burning ache deep within started to throb and palpitate. His body tensed, and then he was on me, nose against my neck, inhaling deeply, one hand on the side of my hair, pinning me in place with his hips. My head tilts back, unable to stop myself from giving into his touch, exposing my neck more to him, his chest rumbling as he licks the side of my skin, kissing and nipping, placing his scent over me. I am completely and utterly at his mercy. I vaguely hear material ripping, and then his warm hand cups me. "You're not finished yet," his voice is thick and deep, and it shoots straight to my tingling, pulsing core. His touch is almost possessive, and I nearly beg him to do whatever he wants with me. "Should I make it better?" His whisper is a caress against my ear before he nips the lobe, a bite promising that this would not be tender. - Daily chapter uploads -
Kelly_Starrz · 500.7K Views

Silk & Sin

Vivienne Moreau was born into luxury, destined for a charmed future. But one scandalous mistake stole everything—her fortune, her family’s favor, and even the man she risked it all for. Forced onto the streets in shame, she rises from ruin by embracing the only weapon left to her: an irresistible allure that ensnares society’s most powerful men. Reborn as Madame V, Vivienne captivates a wealthy baron hungry for her charms and a spirited young marquis who worships her every move. Each patron drowns her in silks and coins, fueling her climb back to wealth. Yet secrets coil in every corner of the grand ballrooms—jealous rivals scheme to see her fall, blackmailers stalk her private affairs, and the gossip-hungry elite watch her every seductive step. Determined never to kneel before anyone again, Vivienne plays her dangerous double life with cunning and poise. By day, she’s a dazzling widow waltzing on society’s arm; by night, she’s a master manipulator whose bedroom deals reshape noble alliances. When a captivating prince lures her into the glittering world of royal power, Vivienne must decide how far she’ll go—and who she’s willing to betray—to reign supreme among the city’s corrupt and lustful elite. In a realm of forbidden desires, shadowy intrigues, and steamy midnight rendezvous, Vivienne’s ambition knows no limits. But with enemies closing in and hearts on the line, can she outmaneuver every threat and seize the life she craves? Or will the secrets she’s spun cost her everything—even her newly won freedom? The Hidden Courtesan is a riveting tale of passion, power, and survival, where one woman’s sexuality becomes her strongest shield in a society that casts her aside. Perfect for fans of scandalous historical romances and high-stakes intrigue, this story draws you into a world of lavish balls, clandestine affairs, and a heroine who refuses to be tamed—no matter the cost.
mabooz · 6.4K Views

The Enigmatic Demon Duke's Desire

The next day I woke up, I am now the fiancé of the Duke of Dubois Castle, or known as Lemon. “I am a demon who lives by desire and greed, you have yielded with the contract that you have exchanged with your life?” “Then what do you want?” “I want the whole of you Veta Le Blanchet, not just your blood, heart and soul, it is the whole of you.” Theroux Claude, the third prince of the kingdom. “Lady Le Blanchet, just how can you stand still this demon duke? If you ever get tired of him, you are always welcome to my palace.” Another troublesome man, my childhood friend when I was at the academy, Durand Gagnon. “I have attained this nickname not just because I follow all his Majesty’s order, but because I want to have a stronghold in the knight position so that I can support you my Lady, remember that my oath is only for you.” Then, what is my cousin thinking that he would say such things? “Sister, I have finally inherited the title of the Baron, please come back to our fief, and I will make sure to bring back the glory of our family!” As I try to relinquish the past, the more troublesome it becomes. Is clinging to the tiny bit of my life a wrong choice? And why is the temple spying on me? “Lady Le Blanchet is the only descendant of the family, you shouldn’t involve yourself farther with the Demon Duke.” “It’s done my Lady, as long as it is you, I can give everything, even if I destroy this Kingdom.” Hold on, just what on earth this demon wants from me?
Airiane · 1.9K Views
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