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Famiglia Mikaelson

Reign of Obsession

King Niklaus Mikaelson, a name that resonated with both fear and reverence across the Mythralian Peninsula, was a figure shrouded in a dark, commanding aura. His reputation as the most ruthless and strongest ruler had been etched into the annals of history through countless conquests and acts of sheer dominance. The Kingdom of Emberlyn, his seat of power, had become a formidable force under his iron-fisted rule, expanding relentlessly as he sought to unite the entire peninsula beneath his banner. Niklaus was a man who wielded authority like a weapon, his charisma a tool for bending others to his will. To the world, he was the epitome of power and allure, the man every woman desired and every rival feared. Yet, beneath his striking exterior and regal bearing lay a darkness as deep and unyielding as the obsidian blade he kept sheathed at his side. In the resplendent Kingdom of Aquarion, where the gentle whispers of the wind and the serene beauty of the landscape paint a portrait of tranquility, Princess Emily Wilson stands as a luminous enigma. As the eldest and middle daughter of King Wilson, Emily is a figure both revered and shrouded in mystery, a living legend whose beauty is spoken of in hushed, reverent tones. Emily’s physical beauty is legendary, though it remains largely unseen by the world beyond her family. Her rare blue eyes, deep and mesmerizing, are said to capture the essence of the sky and the sea, reflecting a depth of emotion and intelligence that transcends mere appearance. Her blonde hair, a cascade of sunlit strands, frames her face with a halo of ethereal light, adding to her mystique. To those who have glimpsed her, Emily is a vision of unparalleled grace, a princess whose beauty is as captivating as it is elusive. Yet, Emily’s allure extends far beyond her physical appearance. She embodies a unique blend of wisdom, strength, and purity, qualities that make her a formidable presence in her kingdom. Her wisdom is profound, her decisions guided by an insight that belies her years. She approaches her role with a sense of purpose and clarity, balancing the weight of her responsibilities with the grace of a true leader.
Weirdo_Python · 43.9K Views

The Musings of The Silver Fox

Alternative Title - "Since I’m Reborn in Another World’s Oldest Country By My Ancestor, I Guess I’ll Have To Settle On Being ‘Racist’" Through the years of my past life, the moment I was born, you could say I watched and observed things coming from this person whose family being influential yet low-key and hidden. It was a practice started by my famiglia's first patriarch for the purpose of expanding the network of our famiglia's business and intelligence with layers of front organizations and entities handling the operations as the 'public face'. Our famiglia's first patriarch, he was the starter of everything and the one who set the foundations of our famiglia while we continue building and expanding his foundations. During my breaks, and vacation, from my other occupation, I play a certain game. The game itself while it is a fantasy and having a magic, it served as one of my training tools, knowing that the reality I live in does not have magic, and the reality itself, for example, me, able to go the speed beyond Mach 10 without devices. One day while partially drunk after drinking beer cans, my device suddenly had a reincarnate to another world offer by none other the first patriarch himself. After reading and understanding, I accepted it, reincarnating to the world similar to the game I used to play. From there, as a reincarnated citizen of Blue Star's oldest civilization and state under the same ruling royal dynasty, after reading the history books and records and many more accounted, I came to accept why the citizens of this country jokingly refer to the foreign persons from the younger countries and civilizations as 'youngsters' I'm now a full-fledged 'racist'! While I'm able now utilize full of myself , living the way I want in this new life, time to watch, learn, and replicate the swordsmanship techniques of every poor son of the gun, be it monsters, or mankind, in this world. Oh yeah, did you know there's a form of magic in this world? P.S. Also published in Wattpad and Scribblehub
Wahbtsa · 5.6K Views

The Handsome Devil I Married

Evelyn, a retired undercover agent, now runs a bookstore she inherited from her grandparents. On her 20th birthday, she discovers she was switched at birth and returns to the Hartley family. She isn’t interested in wealth and just wants a normal life, but Sophia, the imposter daughter, keeps taking everything from her, including her boyfriend, Daniel Whittaker. Her biological parents informed her about the arrange a marriage with the Whittaker family, a deal finalized by their grandparents. Evelyn ends up replacing Sophia in the wedding, agreeing on the condition that she’ll no longer be a Hartley once married. Her parents, blinded by their love for Sophia, agree. People pity Evelyn, thinking she unknowingly married a ruthless man—Alexander Whittaker, who turns out to be her ex’s uncle. As a former special forces member, Evelyn figures she can handle her husband if he’s cruel. But on her wedding day, she realizes something surprising: Alexander isn’t the ugly middle-aged man she expected—he’s the angelic-looking yet feared leader of the Arcane Famiglia, the underworld boss himself! ***** “I’ve finally found you, my princess,” he murmured, his voice low and filled with a strange, almost playful intensity. In a panicked reflex, Evelyn raised her hand and delivered a swift chop to the side of Alexander’s neck, a move she usually practice but never intended to use. Her hands trembled as she realized what she had done. Had she just killed her husband on their wedding night? “Oh no, what have I done?” Evelyn whispered frantically, her mind racing with panic.
lisha_Noire · 5.9K Views

lady Isadora

Capitolo 1 Lady Isadora, un'affascinante giovane aristocratica, passeggiava nel giardino di Kensington, circondata da aiuole fiorite e alberi secolari. Il sole del pomeriggio filtrava tra le foglie, creando un gioco di ombre sul sentiero. Isadora amava quel luogo; era il suo rifugio segreto, dove poteva sognare e riflettere lontano dagli sguardi curiosi della sua famiglia. Ma oggi, la sua mente era occupata da pensieri contrastanti. Da un lato c'era Lord Nicholas, un giovane affascinante con un sorriso disarmante e un'intelligenza acuta. Dall'altro, c'era Hastings, il potente duca di Waverley, noto per la sua determinazione e il suo carattere tenace. Entrambi erano su pretendenti, entrambi avevano catturato la sua attenzione. “Isadora!” chiamò una voce, interrompendo i suoi pensieri. Era Lady Margaret, la sua migliore amica, con un'espressione vivace sul volto. “Ho sentito voci di un ballo a palazzo la prossima settimana. Dovremmo andarci!” “Un ballo?” rispose Isadora, i suoi occhi brillavano di curiosità. “Senza dubbio, sarà l’occasione perfetta per incontrare Lord Nicholas e il duca.” Margaret, divisa tra l'eccitazione e la preoccupazione, smise di camminare. “Spero che tu non scelga Hastings. È affascinante, ma è anche molto ambizioso. Potrebbe non essere il partito giusto per te.” Isadora sorrise, ma il suo cuore batteva forte. “Nicholas è un gentiluomo, ma c’è qualcosa in Hastings che mi attrae; la sua forza, la sua presenza… è difficile da spiegare. Ma come posso scegliere, quando entrambi gli uomini sembrano interessati a me?” Lady Margaret, prendendo la mano di Isadora, lo fece con affetto. “Ricorda, cara amica, che non è solo il tuo cuore a dover decidere, ma anche la tua mente. Ascolta ciò che senti veramente.” Mentre le due ragazze si allontanavano verso casa, Isadora sentì un misto di emozione e incertezza. La danza tra il dovere e il desiderio era appena cominciata.*
DaoistcgQX7C · 3.7K Views

mercoledi addams story

Una fredda e tempestosa sera, nella sinistra dimora della Famiglia Addams, Mercoledì Addams, la figlia più oscura e eccentrica, aveva un insolito sorriso stampato sul volto. Aveva un piano malvagio in mente: voleva liberare la sua famigerata mano scorpione, una creatura mostruosa che era stata allevata dalla sua famiglia fin dall'infanzia. Mercoledì aveva sempre avuto una predilezione per quest'organismo spaventoso, ma i suoi genitori erano stati di vista diversa. Non avevano voluto che il suo amore per il macabro diventasse troppo pericoloso. Ma quella sera, Mercoledì aveva deciso di sfidarli. Nascondendo la sua mano scorpione sotto il suo cappotto lungo e nero, Mercoledì si recò nel salotto principale, dove la sua famiglia stava cenando. Senza dire una parola, si avvicinò al tavolo, mentre i suoi genitori la guardarono perplessi. "Mercoledì, cosa stai nascondendo dietro il tuo cappotto?" domandò Morticia, la madre di Mercoledì, con una certa preoccupazione nella sua voce. Mercoledì mise lentamente la mano sul tavolo e poi, con un sorriso sinistro, si tolse il cappotto, svelando la mano scorpione che era legata al suo polso con un guinzaglio di pelle nera. Tutti nella stanza si bloccarono all'istante, spalancando gli occhi di fronte alla visione orribile. Gomez, il padre di Mercoledì, fu il primo a riprendersi dallo shock. "Mercoledì, cosa diavolo stai facendo? Abbiamo detto che non dovevi mai lasciarla libera!" gridò, cercando di controllare la situazione. Mercoledì si avvicinò al tavolo, abbracciando il suo animale domestico sinistro. "Ma papà, la mano scorpione è parte della nostra famiglia. Non posso tenere n
DaoistcgQX7C · 8K Views

Light Of Hellfire

“Are you here to fight or not?!” Baltoh demanded with his halo between his wings, already gyrating to the point where it had turned into a sphere of light. “No, we are just here for the show,” one of them hollered as he cleaned his talons without a care in the world. “What show?” Selene asked. “I’m guessing you don’t know the date. I shouldn’t be surprised, being down here in the darkness. Do you know what happened exactly one month ago?” Everyone paled, realizing that the end time had come. The search for the Throne of Cinereo had drowned in the ocean of violence, and everyone had been too preoccupied with just staying alive to figure out a way to end the madness. “The fireworks should start in three… two… one.” Upon his countdown, the fence of Hellfire around New York flared upwards like a gas explosion, illuminating the city and shooting upwards as it began to shake wildly. Back on Earth, the dome of black smoke around where New York had been, the last barrier keeping the forces of Hell back, began to open up while the Hell flames surged up the shaft carved into the planet like a chimney fire. A hole opened up in the very top of the dome, and like a vacuum, the air and Hellfire was dragged out with an ear-splitting hiss, almost like a giant steam jet. A curtain of burning clouds began to expand outwards from above the state of New York, encompassing the globe with black lightning crackling and writhing like enraged snakes. Watching the sky, everyone on Earth simultaneously fell to their knees, tears streaming down their faces as they realized that the end had come. No one disappeared and teleported to Heaven, for this was not the Day of Judgment prophesized in the Book of Revelations. This was merely the end of the world, brought on by the forces of darkness. In every country across the globe, people began praying desperately to every deity they could think of to save their souls as the wall between Earth and Hell opened up. As the dome up on Earth opened up like a blossoming flower, the city of New York began to crumble away into oblivion as it entered the universe of Hell, being burned away like a meteor passing through Earth’s atmosphere. Out in the outskirts, buildings and city blocks were falling away into Hell with tidal waves of bloody fire surging upwards in their place. The city itself was being consumed by the inferno as the gateway was permanently carved out. Michael and all the other Archangels fell to their knees, cursing themselves and fate. “We failed, the forces of Hell have bested us and brought about the end of the world. We were supposed to protect the universe and all life on every planet, but we couldn’t even protect one city. This is the end for us all, there is no stopping it or reversing it,” he said with bitter tears streaming down his face. His whole body numb, Baltoh looked over to Selene, who was crying with her face in her hands. Molly was holding her tightly, and she too had tears running down her face. The sound of Selene’s tearful sobs pierced his heart like a rusty blade, hurting him more than any physical injury could. He had failed her. He had failed the world in getting rid of the forces of hell. How did this happen? How come he never saw this coming?
Kelvin_Mikaelson · 2.7K Views

(moved to new link) The Mafia Boss is my Web Novel Fan!

NOVEL MOVED TO: https://www.webnovel.com/book/the-mafia-boss-is-my-web-novel-fan!_21552844105616605 “Gun_Lord1031" voted for your novel! “Gun_Lord1031" donated $1,000! “Gun_Lord1031" posted a chapter comment! Despite being one of the top authors of Wang Novels earning an average of seven hundred fifty dollars monthly, Leona "gingeromance628" Sandersmith still struggles with the debts her late mother left behind. With her good for nothing brother getting involved with the most dangerous mafia groups, Leona is now taken hostage by the youngest mafia boss in the underworld history. With a twist of fate, Ignatius Teivel, the young lord of the Teivel Famiglia finds himself playing kidnapper to his favourite web novel author. As the two of them dance around each other trying to keep their individual secrets, fate continues to mess with them, exposing everything. How can a nerdy romance author and a blood-soaked mafia boss arrive at the happy ending both author and reader desire? ------------------ WPC 201: Mafia (Female Lead) GOLD PRIZE ------------------ Latest Version Co-Author: Destiny_Aitsuji ------------------ Official Instagram accounts: @ainawang.official @destiny_aitsuji AinaWang’s Discord: https://discord.gg/HYkU3Rr Destiny_Aitsuji’s Discord: https://discord.gg/UrtDMXn ------------------ Cover made with Canva Credits to the owner of the photo from Pinterest ------------------ Patreon: https://www.patreon.com/ainawang
AinaWang · 24.9K Views
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