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Threads Of A Curse

A King’s Curse, A Wolf’s Claim

For six years, I was Hazel, girlfriend to the future Alpha, Julian. I thought we had forever, a cherished place in our werewolf pack, even as a human. Then Mate Hunt night ripped it all away. I woke up lost in the forest, only to find Julian with her – his true fated mate. His words hit harder than the forest floor: I was just a 'placeholder.' Six years together, and he tossed me aside, his fingers bruising my throat as he growled that I meant nothing. My world, my heart – shattered. Left for dead, freezing and injured, a different kind of predator found me. A colossal black wolf, eyes glowing gold, big enough to swallow me whole. But instead of tearing me apart, he curled around me, a warm, terrifying shield against the biting cold. For a moment, I felt safe. That safety vanished when my pack, my family, found us. The Alpha who raised me, Maxen, didn't see a survivor. He saw a disappointment. Turns out, he’d only taken me in hoping I’d magically become a werewolf like my mother – the fated mate who’d rejected him. When I couldn't shift, he cast me out, branding me an omega, the pack’s punching bag. Now, I'm less than nothing, surviving on scraps and enduring their cruelty. What they don't know, what I don't know, is that my monstrous protector is no ordinary rogue. He's Lykos, the wolf of Kael, the Lycan King. And Lykos has decided I am his fated mate – a human. Kael is furious, but his wolf has a will of its own, dragging the King himself towards my abusive pack. My old life is over. My only ally is a creature of legend. And the most feared Lycan in existence is on his way. Is he coming to save me, or is the King's arrival just another nightmare waiting to begin?
Lenaleia · 15.7K Views

The Devil's Thread

A smile that bled through kingdoms. A dot that hides a fate unknown. --- Some call him a devil. Others remember only the smile—calm, beautiful, and soaked in blood. Lucifer awakens in a quiet border village with fragments of a forgotten past, a bleeding dream, and powers he never asked for. On one arm, a mysterious glowing dot. On the other, a progress bar tied to a name in a language long lost. He doesn’t know what he is. But he knows one thing—he’s not normal. In a world divided by power and ranks, where kings wields power and gods are only myths, Lucifer is drawn to the Academy: the center of civilization, where monsters are raised as champions. His quest is simple: “Academy.” But fate is not. He isn’t here to survive. He’s here to unravel a thread that could tear reality apart. --- Author Notes: Hey everyone, I’m Author Zero. This story isn't just about power levels and flashy academies—though you’ll find plenty of that too. The Devil’s Thread dives deeper into themes of identity, buried memories, dark choices, and the lies we accept to survive. There will be thrill, suspense, subtle worldbuilding, and philosophical layers buried beneath action and charm. Romance might arrive, but it won’t define the story. Think of it like peeling an onion. Except every layer bleeds. This is my first time crafting something like this. If you enjoy dark protagonists, beautiful lies, academy arcs, and the unraveling of something ancient and forbidden—this is for you. Support, votes, and comments fuel the story (and the Devil’s Smile). Thanks for reading. ~ Author Zero
Author_Zero · 2.1K Views

The Guilded Curse

Chapter 0 – Ashes of a Daughter Place: The Ruined Palace Date: Late winter, Year 768 The palace burned. What once stood tall in white stone and gold banners now crumbled in smoke and ruin. Screams had long faded. Blood dried too fast in the winter wind. The flag of Eltharion lay trampled in the mud, and beneath it all, Vireya stood alone. Her armor was cracked. Her blade, gone. She had killed and bled and shielded—and still, they lost. And yet she stood. On shattered marble steps, her father—the king—watched the last member of his kingdom flicker in the girl before him. He had not fled. He had not begged. But he had not answered her warnings, either. “Do you see it now?” Vireya whispered. Her voice was hoarse from ash and war. “He used us. Everything I said… everything you ignored—” Silence. He didn’t argue. He never had to. He was the king. She was the weapon. She took one step closer. Blood leaked from the cut at her ribs. The world spun. “I’ve fought every battle for you. Spilled every drop they asked.” Her voice softened. “And I came back each time hoping—just hoping—you’d see me.” Still nothing. The wind picked up, bitter and sharp. Her fingers trembled as they reached for her chest plate. She couldn’t breathe. She wasn’t sure she wanted to anymore. “If I were born again,” she said, eyes dull, “would you ever… love me?” He met her gaze, just once. But no answer came. No apology. No denial. Only the quiet shame of a man who realized too late what he had broken. Vireya’s lips trembled with a hollow smile. “That’s what I thought.” Her sword slipped from her hand. “I hope I’m never your daughter again.” And then—her knees gave out. The world tilted. Darkness swelled around the corners of her vision. But just before the fall, she felt arms catch her. Solid, trembling. Too late. She closed her eyes. Place: The Garden of Eltharion Date: Early spring, Year 756 The air was too still. Leaves rustled overhead, casting dappled shadows across her face. The scent of pine and soft earth clung to her skin—but beneath it, the sharp sting of memory. Vireya’s eyes opened slowly. The sky above was too blue. The silence is too clean. No fire. No blood. Her throat ached—dry, parched, and burning like she’d swallowed smoke. She coughed weakly, and her hand flew to her side— But there was no wound. Only the phantom pain of where a blade had once pierced her. The memory of steel sang louder than the wind. She pushed herself upright, limbs trembling. Her body was smaller. Softer. Younger. “No...” The word caught in her throat. Her voice was barely a whisper. The last thing she remembered was dying—falling in her father’s arms after giving up the hope of being loved. And now… this? Footsteps. She flinched instinctively, body coiled for defense. But it was only a girl—barefoot, with soft steps and a plain brown dress. Her maid. Lune. Mute. Loyal. Eyes like dusk, always watching but never judging. Without a word, Lune knelt beside her and gently offered a glass of water. Vireya stared at it for a long moment. In her old life, Lune had been the only one who never asked anything of her. Never spoke behind her back. Never looked away from her. Her fingers shook as she took the cup. The water touched her lips. Cold. Real. “Thank you,” she rasped. Her voice cracked. “You're still here.” Lune only bowed her head, then reached out to brush a leaf from Vireya’s tangled hair. A quiet gesture. Familiar. And just like that, tears pricked behind Vireya’s eyes—but didn’t fall. She drank. Slowly. The water didn't ease the ache in her chest.
Arii_137 · 213 Views

The Threads of Revenge

In the glittering world of fashion and couture, a tale of intrigue and betrayal unfolds, hidden in mystery and ambition. Luc, a mysterious figure cloaked in elegance and power, and The CEO of LUCAT ME fashion line. Driven by a relentless thirst for vengeance against the renowned designer Faith Vergara. Behind the mask lies a past steeped in deception and a burning desire to dismantle the very empire that Faith and her daughter Hope have meticulously built. Years of planning and still Luc finds himself stuck and that his plans are still on hold because he couldn't find his perfect muse. Until one day, Luc had an unexpected encounter with a young woman named Lily, a graduating architecture student who had no idea what was about to unfold. In that moment, his plans flashed before his eyes, and he thought, "It's her! I want her!" At first, Lily does not want to be in any part of the fashion world. Declined all of Luc's invites and lavish gifts. "I CANT BELIEVE THIS! I want her. How can I make her join me." An Idea stuck through is head. Slowly, a devilish smile formed in his lips. "IM JUST GONNA HAVE TO MAKE HER MINE AND SHE CAN OR WILL NEVER REFUSE ME EVER AGAIN" Months later, Lily found herself in a difficult situation and left without any choice, she finally agreed to Luc's offer. She becomes his unwitting accomplice for his revenge, stepping into the spotlight as his muse. As they work together, Lily started to love the spotlight, she started to feel more confident, more beautiful and maybe just a little bit of feeling something else towards Luc. "Is it his eyes? is it his lips? oh my god, listen to me. Since When? Maybe it was that night. Oh my god, I think I'm going crazy I don't even know his real identity. Does he feel the same way about me? what does he think of me?" As they go deeper into the shadows of Faith's empire, they uncover a web of deceit and betrayal that stretches far beyond the confines of the fashion world. With each revelation, they inch closer to Luc's ultimate goal, unraveling the facade of glamour and prestige to reveal the dark underbelly of power and corruption. But as secrets come to light and loyalties are tested, the line between vengeance and justice begins to blur. Luc and Lily find themselves caught in a dangerous game of cat and mouse, where the stakes are high and the consequences dire.
MilliePearl · 1.5K Views

ABSOLUTE THREADS

The world is stitched together by ancient, living forces - luminescent strands known as Threads. Invisible to most, these ethereal filaments bind memory, power, time, and soul. Only a rare few, known as Threadbearers, can perceive and wield them. But the Threads do not merely grant power - they remember, they whisper, and sometimes... they choose. Cael Solari is a drifting orphan raised among the forgotten, scraping survival from a dying land. But when he touches a silver thread in the heart of the Wastes, he is awakened - not only to the power woven through the world, but to the burden that comes with it. Now marked by something older than gods, Cael begins a journey to understand the Threads, and the fragments of history they carry in every strand. But he is not alone. Alaryn Vei - an enigmatic girl who commands flame like music - walks the same path, not as a companion, but as a rival. Her power burns brighter than Cael's, her purpose clearer. And as their threads tangle again and again across the ruinous continent, it becomes clear that one of them will forge the future - and the other may have to fall. As Cael travels through the fractured remnants of fallen kingdoms, he uncovers lost civilizations, meets other Threadbearers - each twisted by their own understanding of power - and slowly learns that the Threads are not tools, but witnesses of something far greater. Something returning. Thread by thread, Cael pieces together the truth behind the Threadfall war, the Forge-born, and the coming unraveling of reality itself. With 100 unique characters - each bearing their own mindset, history, and connection to the Threads - this is not just a tale of magic and might. It's the chronicle of a world fighting to remember what it was... and one boy trying not to lose himself in what it's becoming. In the end, Cael must answer a single, shattering question: Do the Threads serve those who wield them... or do they simply bind the strongest until they break?
zhoufanetheral700 · 1.5K Views
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