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Feet Worship Amber

Love and Revenge can both create sparks in the heart

[WSA 2025 Entry] They are soulmates, but I doesn't matter, because he is out for revenge. Revenge for the deaths of his parents and for the death of his first love and bride. Meet Amber and Marco. What happens when she feels him near and calls to him yet he refuses her and walks away? Only to return as Stefan an unknown Omega. He wins a place within her pack as her mate through a tournament but as love visibly grows within her he fights the affects of having a strong unbreakable soul connection with her. He exacts his revenge on the Dark Howl Pack and forgives their children. Will he ever forgive the daughter of his final enemy, his soulmate Amber, or will he follow through with a new hideous plan all the while feigning love and behaving just like a soulmate should? Can he truly separate his emotion and the emotion of the werewolf inside to stubbornly have his revenge? Even as love, loyalty, and devotion all bloom within her? Will he forever see himself as a warrier or look into the mirror one and see a fool hell bent on obtaining foolish things? *** Hello everyone. This is a bit of a spin off of regular werewolf romances but there will be many twists and turns, struggles, and maybe even a bit of heartbreak. Maybe. Because sometimes love truly does conquer all whe. it is actually allowed in. Join Amber and Marco and see if love conquers, stagnates, or becomes in consequential. Can love save someone drowning in anger and loss? Come along with me and see. You will not be disappointed.
RaeJenBib · 24.7K Views

Scorch.

A hundred years ago, the sun’s flames crept hotter and brighter until daylight became a furnace—mankind retreated into the night, and the world was claimed by shadow. In the silence of moonlit streets, water became worship, and three mighty prophets—Children of the Sun, Moon, and Stars—rose from ash to rule with fire-forged faith. No one knows if the Scorch was divine wrath or a cosmic accident, but for a century the faithful have burned heretics, torn nations apart, and lived by ritual “Purification” to prove their worth. Now, sixteen-year-old Ádin survives in a hidden bunker, trading scraps for scraps and precious drops of water. Marked by secret scars that only glow under his skin he lives with Fletcher, his mute golden retriever, and clings to the cryptic lullaby his grandmother left him. Out in the ruins roams Salvator Morgan, a man whose ageless eyes have seen the fall of empires and who whispers rumors of a “true child of prophecy.” When Ádin discovers the first fragment of a hidden map— he realizes he may hold the key to a long-lost salvation. But every step toward the truth draws the attention of the Children of the Stars, a fanatical cult whose young prophet will stop at nothing to claim destiny for himself. As the moon circles high and the ashes swirl, Ádin must decide: cling to everything he’s known, or embrace a perilous path that could either resurrect humanity… or consume him in the flames of betrayal. In a world where water is worship and every lie is branded in blood, survival means choosing whom to trust—and what you’re willing to burn.
SYNTRO · 7.9K Views

Ashes Beneath Our Feet

The night the demons came, Kaen Myojin lost everything. His village was reduced to flames. His mother’s scream was the last thing he heard before the fire swallowed it. His little sister's hand slipped from his grip in the smoke. His body was crushed beneath burning wood, lungs filling with ash. He should have died. But something didn’t let him. A dying demon, old and wounded, reached him in the dark. It offered no mercy, only survival. It merged with him — not by choice, but by force. Now Kaen carries a curse no one can see. A voice that whispers when he bleeds. A power that stirs when he’s close to death. A flame not his own, burning in his chest. He walks among slayers now — the Ashen Blades, warriors sworn to kill demons without mercy. Kaen trains beside them, fights beside them. But he is not one of them. Because he is part of what they hunt. He hides the truth, lives in silence, and holds back every time he draws his blade. But the demon inside is growing stronger. Its hunger doesn’t fade. Its voice is getting louder. And the world is falling apart. Ancient demons are rising again. Ash rains from the sky. Villages vanish overnight. Even the strongest slayers are dying in battles no one understands. The order is breaking, and Kaen is caught in the center of it. He was meant to die. He survived. Now he carries something that could either save the world — or destroy what’s left of it. The line between man and monster is fading. And Kaen doesn’t know which side he’ll fall on.
Busuyi_Coker · 2.2K Views

Liminal Solitude

Ah, Noxvara… a paradise plucked from the fever-dream of a dying girl, stitched together with golden threads and perfumed lies. You see, this island is no blessing. It is the last, desperate wish of a young girl who refused to die in sorrow— It is a world she gave birth to, where pain was banished and reality itself became her plaything. And look, what a world she made! Beauty so cloying it stifles, gardens so sweet they rot on the tongue, a sky painted gold to blind the eye and silence the soul. Its people—ha!—glorious, laughing puppets, all hollow smiles and empty shells, more concerned with their own little pathetic dreams than the truth festering beneath their feet. They worship joy, they shun pain, and in doing so, they have become monsters. ...There is nothing so grotesque as a happiness built atop oblivion. Over them all reigns our Noxvara, the “Origin,” herself, a ruler who smothers sorrow with kisses and sews wounds shut with lies. She is our mother. The mother who would rather see her children die, than ever taste the poison of truth. But even illusions here are made of dreams. Into this paradise, arrives a “Savior”—the literal concept of hope, sent by Noxvara herself to preserve the dream from the creeping rot. Ah, but what is she truly saving? A world that devours its own memories, a people who would rather forget than awaken? Beneath every song lies silence. Behind every smile, a hatred. The greatest curse of us is not that we're dying, but that we can't die.
WhiteTomeEnkyla · 1.4K Views
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