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Freezing Chiffon

BloodMoon: Captivated by the Forbidden Lycan Alpha

[Mature Warning R18] Paradise Bay is a haven for supernatural beings, but not all coexist peacefully. But Vampires and Shifters are sworn enemies, bound by ancient laws that forbid any mingling between their species. Freyr, a brooding vampire with a hunger he cannot explain, becomes obsessed with Alpha Tor, the enigmatic leader of the Bay Shifter pack. His craving isn't just for blood—it's for something deeper, though he cannot name it. For weeks, Freyr stalks Tor through the misty forests and treacherous cliffs of Hanka Island. He doesn't realize that Tor has been aware of his shadowy admirer all along. Curiosity ignites a fire within the alpha, and he lets the vampire's stalking game continue, waiting for the perfect moment to confront him. But destiny intervenes when a violent avalanche traps them together in the icy depths of the mountains. The storm leaves them with no escape and nowhere to hide. For the first time, Freyr and Tor come face to face, and the truth cannot be avoided: Freyr’s forbidden hunger and Tor's dangerous intrigue blur the lines between the predator and the prey. Excerpt from Alpha Tor's POV: “So, you’ve been pretending to keep a distance but here you are,” Tor’s deep growl echoed in the icy cavern. His golden eyes caught the flicker of torchlight, his breath misted in the freezing air, curling like smoke between them. The figure across from him stiffened, pale as moonlight, eyes sharp and predatory, the vampire stepped closer, but not too close. He was cautious and calculating. “What gave me away?” Freyr’s voice was low, smooth yet filled with a low hiss that escaped his mouth. Tor laughed a deep rumble that shook the cavern walls. “You reek of desperation. Do you think I didn’t notice your scent clinging to the trees? Are your footprints melting the frost? What is it, vampire? What do you want from me?” Freyr’s jaw clenched, but his gaze didn’t waver. “Your blood,” he admitted finally, his voice sharper now. “Your kind is... intoxicating. Forbidden. I can’t stop myself.” The admission sent a chill down Tor’s spine—not from fear, but something far more dangerous. He should’ve torn this vampire apart the moment they were alone. But here, under the weight of the mountain and Freyr's unrelenting gaze, his desire rose, and he chose to get closer to him. ******************************************************************************* Trapped together in the harsh wilderness, the lines between hunger, hatred, and passion blur as Freyr and Tor wrestle with their forbidden connection. In the shadows of Paradise Bay, they must decide whether to defy the ancient laws that bind their kind—or risk everything for a love that could shatter their worlds.
Anna_Baibe · 2.8K Views

Freezing : Frusthalia's Wake

Troan Re' Ages, a prince unjustly deposed at age 10 on the charge of treason, was sentenced to the sacred but monster-plagued Mount Avalon to serve punishment. Against all odds, he conquered the mountain and was chosen to wield the blade of the Ancestor: A blade only granted to the noblest of souls; the blade of the Knight of Ages. Amid a looming civil war against the Imperial Household and its allies, dark forces and old enemies converge to plunge the empire into ruin. Burdened by the knowledge of these problems and the constant assassination attempts on his life, he eventually met a rogue called Wriggler, who revealed to him a truth that may have solved the greatest mystery of his life. That he might not be human, but something far more—terrifying! Join Troan on his journey as he strives to become the ideal Ancestor's Chosen; a 'Lord of Avalon'. While still holding ambitions to one day build up a nation in his own image. Despite both goals requiring contrary values, making them mutually exclusive. ——— "But...why would you tell me all that? Why inform me of all this?" Wriggler snipped off some hair and said. "Because I knew you would eventually find out something was wrong—that you were different." He said with a soft smile. "That you would feel lost and alone, and I would really hate seeing you suffer. But now you can take solace in the knowledge that though you may be different, you are not alone. You are one of us." Troan's eyes grew distant for a moment, and then he closed them. "Thank you." He muttered.
Breadcastle · 2.9K Views

Gwyneth: The Space Master and Her Knight

What if the love you sacrificed everything for was doomed from the start? Born a Space Master, she can only fall in love once. The man she desires chooses another but still sacrifices his life to save hers. Unable to accept his death, the Space Master reverses time, determined to change his tragic fate. But each turn leads her to be reborn in a new place with no memories of the past. Fate keeps pulling her back to the same knight—only for the tragic ending to repeat. After hundreds of rebirths, exhaustion sets in, and she decides to give up on love, willing to live as a normal girl, incapable of feeling anything again. In her final life, she is reborn as Gwyneth, a bitter, disillusioned girl who doesn’t believe in love. She meets Clayton, a senior at the academy, a "good-for-nothing" with stunning cobalt-blue eyes, and though she falls for his beauty, his cowardice repulses her. But Gwyneth’s world shifts when she discovers that demon blood runs through her veins. And Clayton? He’s not the man he appears to be. Will she let her heart be moved once more? Or will she turn her back on love and embrace her destiny? Will she choose to become the Demon Monarch’s heir, conquering all realms, or remain the Space Master, risking everything to protect the world from the demon invasion? Blurp: “Senior Clay,” Gwen said, turning to him, “did you bring any money by chance?” Clayton gave her a deadpan look. “Do you think I had time to grab money when someone kidnapped me in broad daylight?” “For the last time,” she snapped, “I didn’t kidnap you. Why do I feel like you have a personal grudge against me?” “Well, perhaps it's because someone once used me as a betting tool? That was the first time I accepted a girl's confession, and she left before I even got her name.” Gwen flushed, caught off guard by his pointed remark. “Okay, I was wrong,” she admitted begrudgingly. “What do you want me to do to make it up to you?” “You don’t need to do anything,” he said, crossing his arms. “Because I don’t plan to forgive you.” Gwen’s eye twitched. Of all the people she’d met, none were as insufferable as this guy. Her fingers twitched, tempted to summon a fire spirit to scorch him or an ice spirit to freeze him solid. No, perhaps feeding him to a carnivorous plant spirit would be the most satisfying solution. Yet, even in her frustration, she couldn’t shake the strange feeling that she didn’t want him to hate her.
VorstinStory · 1.9K Views

The Frosted King's Flame

“Where is Madam?“ Kael asked as he stepped into the house. “......“ He paused as he received no answer from the bulter. He slowly turned to asked the bulter as he asked again “ Where is the Madam” “Uhm... Sh... Sh... She went out...“ The bulter stuttered as he replied while trembling at the same time “What” He coldly asked “ She traveled again” “To where?“ “Coldwest City” °°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°° Few moment later Seren entered into her apartment after coming back from a party. “Ughh.., why is it so dark” She grumble as she struggled to find the switch. After turning on the light, she went to the sitting room only to freeze. ..... “Ho..ney.., why are you here, no.. no.., how did you know that I'm here” She asked shocked, widening her eyes. “What did you think” Beyond and behold, Kael is sitting on the chair, looking pretty much relaxed and laid back. “You promised to always inform me whenever you want to travel but this time you actually break the promise” “What should I do to punish you” Kael stood up and asked, as he slowly walks towards her. “N..no.., I mean don't punish me” Will someone tell me what exactly is going is going on. Her plan was just to come to a party only for this night, have a few hours sleep and get on an early flight in the morning before her husband got home from work since he has called that he'll be busy that he won't be able to come home this night. Oh... My... God... Last time he punish me, I wasn't able to go to work for a whole week. No no no, I must find a way to espace this She thought as she tried and make an escape. But before she can move, her waist was firmly grasped in his hand. “No... I promise not to do ...“ Her lips has locked by a cold lip, sucking her away. Before she plead for forgiveness, it was too late. **************************************************** In a world of wealth, power, and ruthless ambition, Seren Delyth, a fiery heiress with a taste for rebellion, finds herself cornered by an impossible ultimatum from her father. To secure her independence and protect her family’s legacy, she must marry a man she’s never met—a man whose heart is as cold as his billion-dollar empire. Enter Kael Veyne, the calculating "Frost King" of the business world. For Kael, love is a liability, and marriage is nothing more than a necessary transaction to secure his grandfather’s approval and his empire’s future. A one-year contract, no strings attached. Simple, right? But when Seren crashes into his meticulously ordered life with her fiery spirit, colorful chaos, and sharp wit, Kael’s world begins to thaw in ways he never anticipated. Seren, in turn, finds herself both infuriated and intrigued by Kael’s icy demeanor and unexpected moments of tenderness. As sparks fly, secrets unravel. Seren's father, the enigmatic Magnus Delyth, has his own reasons for orchestrating the match—a strategy that goes far beyond a simple merger of fortunes. Meanwhile, lurking rivals, meddling friends, and the haunting shadows of Kael and Seren’s past threaten to tear their fragile bond apart. In a game of power, trust, and love, Kael and Seren must navigate a labyrinth of high-stakes deals and sizzling chemistry to discover whether their marriage of convenience can transform into something real. Can a cold billionaire and his fiery contract bride find forever in a union built on lies? Read to find more how the cold king got flamed by the fiercy queen.
Merrymercy · 963 Views

Omnific Tesseract

------------------------------------------------ ------------------------------------------------ In the enigmatic realm of Alvard, the age-old art of Daemon summoning has always held a sacred and formidable allure. Daemons, mystical beings of diverse forms - humanoids, beasts, and even objects - are called upon to serve as guardians, defending cities and forming unbreakable bonds with their chosen hosts known as Ewers. Each battle strengthens this connection, forging them into an unyielding force. Amidst this mystical tapestry, a young and gifted Ewer named Cain harbors an insatiable ambition. His dreams reach for the pinnacle of Daemon mastery, the title of "The Dunatos," reserved for Alvard's mightiest summoners. One fateful night, destiny leads him down a shadowy alley where he encounters an enigmatic and injured woman. She entrusts him with a cryptic artifact: the Omnific Tesseract. As its ethereal glow bathes him, a newfound surge of power courses through his veins. The cube's secrets unveil a hitherto unknown realm of Daemon summoning - one that empowers him to command a legion of Daemons, melding them into unholy unions, and granting birth to formidable hybrid Daemons in their ultimate forms. Guided by Eve, an enigmatic A.I. entity dwelling within the Omnific Tesseract, Cain embarks on a journey to claim the coveted mantle of the mightiest Ewer in all of Alvard. Together, they assemble an awe-inspiring army of Daemons, each more awe-inspiring and terrifying than the last. With flames that scorch the heavens and ice that freezes souls, with shadows that conceal the darkest of secrets and light that unveils the truth, they heed his beck and call, bound by the mystical power of the Tesseract. Yet, as Cain treads this uncharted path, a haunting question lingers in the depths of his soul: What other enigmatic secrets lie dormant within this mystical artifact, waiting to be unearthed in the shadowy corners of his impending adventure? ----------------------------------------- My very first book. If you are interested in summoning beings to fight battle and are not limited to any form in which they appear then you have met the right book. And if you like my book please add them to your collection and vote with power stones ...
KingBomblaze · 477.8K Views

Betrayals of flame

Synopsis In the sprawling empire of Carthain, where power and privilege reign, the forgotten alleys shelter those left behind. Arren, a young street urchin with no memory of family, has spent his life scavenging to survive. Beneath his dirt and bruises lies an unyielding spirit and striking features—jet-black hair streaked with silver and stormy gray eyes—that hint at a destiny far greater than the shadows he calls home. One fateful winter night, Arren's life changes when Sir Thalric Valen, the noble yet battle-worn High Commander of the Imperial Vanguard, finds him huddled in the freezing streets. Thalric, a man marked by scars both physical and emotional, sees in the boy a spark of resilience that refuses to be extinguished. Against all odds, he takes Arren under his protection, offering warmth, safety, and a chance at a life beyond survival. But Arren’s scars—etched deep into his body and soul—are only the beginning of his tale. As he grows under Thalric’s watchful eye, he discovers that his past and his future are intertwined with the empire’s greatest secrets and its looming threats. With each step forward, Arren will face not only the challenges of his own transformation but also the forces that seek to tear the realm apart. In this heartwarming yet gripping story of survival, redemption, and destiny, Arren’s journey from the alleys to the heart of the empire will reveal a truth that could shape the fate of the world—and himself—forever.
psyrie · 266 Views

Fight, Flight, or Freeze: The Healer's Story

Have you ever wondered what it would be like to wake up in a body that wasn't yours? A much, much younger body? I can't say that I had ever given it much thought. That was until one night when a patient entered the ER where I was working at and shot me point blank in the head. You know, if he wanted a second opinion, all he had to do was ask. But that's besides the point... Some how, some way, I work up in a strange hospital with a woman that looked suspiciously like my mother holding my hand and crying. Over joyed to see her, it took me a few minutes to realize that I was no longer the 25 year old, successful doctor at one of the most prestigious hospitals in the world. Nope, I was a 6 year old girl that for a moment... wanted her mother. When the apocalypse comes, it is everyone for themselves. I have three choices: do I fight for what I want? Will I run away and hide, or will I freeze when the demons of my past come back to haunt me? You might know me as the Healer, but this is my story to tell. ------ Fight, Flight, or Freeze is the second novel in the Rebirth in the Apocalypse series, this time featuring the Healer: Wang Tian Mu and her men. You won't have to read the first one to be able to understand this one, and she is not going to stay a child for the whole thing. Li Dai Lu and her guys will be popping in occasionally, but this is strictly Wang Tian Mu's story! I hope you enjoy! Other Novels: Rebirth in the Apocalypse: Third Time's A Charm (Completed) Star's Ships (Completed) Dancing With Monsters (Ongoing) As Silent As A Mouse (Ongoing) Find me on Discord: devilbesideyou666 (@Sakura#6289)
Devilbesideyou666 · 1M Views

I'm a Pastor, what the hell is an Acute Gastroenteritis Outbreak Spell?!

I found myself in a parallel universe, awakening as a male priest. Everything seemed perfect; after all, as a healer, specializing in aiding women should pose no issue, right? However, I couldn't help but wonder about some peculiar spells in my repertoire. Firstly, what in the world is the "Instantaneous Outbreak of Acute Gastroenteritis" spell? And don't even get me started on the "Osteoporosis" spell. What purpose could these serve in my healing endeavors? The confusion only deepened with spells like "Blood Burn," "Gradual Freeze," and "Mental Chaos." Can I still peacefully focus on healing women with such ominous abilities? Comparing my spells to those of other professions, I couldn't help but notice the stark contrast. Mages wield "Doomstorm" and "Ice Age," swordsmen boast "Sword Rain: Homecoming" and "Wind-Cutter Slash," while archers showcase "Arrow Rain: Shooting Stars" and "Storm Arrow." Yet, my ultimate spells are disturbingly named "Cancer Cell Proliferation," "T-Virus Infection," and "Rabies Outbreak." In the midst of it all, a certain character, some crying girl, laments, "Noooo, I just took a bath, who would have thought that I would become infected!" Meanwhile, a villain chillingly asks, "Do any of you know what it feels like to burst apart while spouting blood? No! You don't know!" Even a boss character confesses, "Dear family, who can understand? I just took a nap, and when I woke up, I suddenly found that I have no kidneys!"
Yiqian Qingdai · 1.6M Views

~Eclipsed~

Excerpts~ Her blood is a curse—a sweet, deadly curse that I can’t stop tasting. It coats my tongue, warm and heady, like it was made to undo me. I hate her for how good it feels. Hate myself more for not stopping. She doesn’t pull away. No, she’s watching me, her lips curving like she’s already won. Her pulse pounds against my mouth, steady and unafraid, and it makes me want to devour her whole. “Enjoying yourself?” she asks, her voice soft, taunting. I don’t answer. Can’t. My grip tightens around her wrist as I pull back, her blood still burning on my lips. She tilts her head, mockery gleaming in her eyes, and I know she’s baiting me. “Does it bother you,” she whispers, “how easily I let you take it?” The words cut deeper than they should. Before I can think, I shove her back against the wall, my body caging hers. Her smirk doesn’t falter. It dares me. Push harder. “You really don’t know when to stop,” I growl, my voice rough, guttural. “Neither do you,” she murmurs, her gaze dropping to my mouth. And then I snap. I crush my lips to hers, tasting blood and defiance and her. She gasps against me, her fingers curling into my shirt like she’s torn between pushing me away and pulling me closer. Every ounce of self-control I had shatters as I press harder, deeper, desperate to consume her completely. She shouldn’t feel this good. Kissing her should be a mistake. But the way she responds—the way her mouth moves against mine—feels like I’ve just ignited something I’ll never be able to extinguish. **** His kiss is fire. A raw, scorching blaze that steals the breath from my lungs and sets every nerve in my body alight. It’s unexpected, wild, and completely reckless—like him. For a moment, I freeze, my hands against his chest, ready to push him away. I should stop this. I need to stop this. But the heat of his mouth, the way his hands grip my waist like he can’t let go, makes it impossible to move. “Damn it, Killion,” I whisper against his lips, trying to muster the strength to pull back. But then he groans—low, desperate—and it unravels me. He kisses me harder, deeper, and I’m drowning in him. My fingers curl into his shirt, dragging him closer, even as my mind screams at me to stop. This is dangerous. He’s dangerous. But right now, I don’t care. His hands slide to my hips, gripping me like he’s afraid I’ll vanish. I hate how good it feels. Hate how much I want him in this moment, even when I know it’s a bad idea. When he finally pulls back, his breath ragged, his lips are swollen and red. His eyes lock on mine, dark and stormy, and I know we’ve just crossed a line we can never uncross. “You really don’t know when to quit,” I say, my voice shaky, trying to sound composed. His lips twitch, a shadow of his usual smirk. “Neither do you.” ***** In a world where power is the only currency and betrayal is a shadow at every corner, the fae and the demon must navigate a dance of lies and desires, where every touch is a weapon and every secret could shatter their fragile alliance. But as their game of cat and mouse spirals into something more dangerous, they'll discover the line between love and hate is thinner than they ever imagined. And in the Undercity, where hearts burn and, passion can be the deadliest weapon of all. Will she find the truth she seeks, or will she be consumed by the very darkness she's trying to escape?
_Hellion · 31.5K Views

Stolen by the Rebel King

As a princess who could not wield magic, Princess Daphne’s only value to her kingdom was her arranged marriage. The task was simple, but when Daphne was kidnapped and brought to the cold mountains of Vramid, she realized that she was in over her head. She had heard of these cursed mountains before― rocky terrain, freezing temperatures, and the land was ruled by a man feared by many within the continent. King Atticus Heinvres, the blood-thirsty ruler of the North. Even though she had never met him before, tales were spread of King Atticus’s ruthlessness. Some said he was a monster, others claimed he was the devil himself, but whatever the story was, everyone knew of the man who had powers beyond anyone’s imagination. He could topple armies and crumble nations with just one wave of his hand, aided by what others rumored to be a cursed obsidian ring. No one outside of Vramid had ever met the fearsome king before. Not until Daphne. However, upon meeting the formidable man, Daphne found out that the king might not really be the monster others had claimed him to be. In fact, what was hidden under that obsidian shield could just be a diamond in the rough. ― [Excerpt] “Now… where should I put you both?” he asked casually, not expecting a reply. “It’s regretful that I only have one chandelier.” “Underneath my bed? No, no, too dirty. My dust bunnies don’t deserve this,” Atticus mused to himself. “The mantlepiece? How about the vanity table? I suppose if I lop off one of your heads I could mount it over… Wife, which head do you want to stare at while you do your hair?” “Atticus!” Daphne screamed. “I don’t want any heads! Let them go.” “Fair enough.” Atticus shrugged, and flicked his fingers. There were two identical cracks as both necks snapped at once. Daphne gasped, horrified. This man, her husband, had just killed two men with a flick of his finger, as though he was snuffing out candles. “I told you to let them go!” Daphne cried out. “Yes, I let them go,” Atticus said. Then, his eyes darkened. “To receive divine judgment from the heavens.” ― Discord Server: https://discord.gg/7HAMK2bRYU Spin-off/Prequel: The Hidden King's Stolen Wife (WIP)
saltedpepper · 2.2M Views

How I hired Cryptic Trace Technologies to Recover Stolen BTC

How I hired Cryptic Trace Technologies to Recover Stolen BTC In a world where cryptocurrency promises both freedom and uncertainty, I fell victim to a cleverly orchestrated bitcoin scam. It started with an enticing investment opportunity that seemed too good to be true—but I ignored the red flags. With smooth communication and convincing testimonials, the scammers gained my trust, and I transferred my bitcoin into what I thought was a secure platform. Within days, my account was drained, and my once-vibrant hope of financial growth was replaced with despair. It felt like a nightmare I couldn’t wake up from. The worst part? The anonymity of blockchain made it seem like the thieves had vanished into thin air. When I came across Cryptic Trace Technologies, I was at my lowest point. I had been warned that most recovery services were scams themselves, so I was hesitant. But their reputation spoke volumes. They had detailed case studies, practical explanations of their techniques, and a customer service team that took the time to listen—not just to what happened, but to how it affected me personally. Their honesty about the challenges of crypto recovery was refreshing; they didn’t guarantee miracles, but they promised to try their very best. That was all I needed—someone willing to fight for me when I couldn’t fight for myself. Their investigation process was nothing short of extraordinary. They dived deep into blockchain analysis, tracking my stolen funds across multiple wallets and exchanges. They explained each step in plain language, and I quickly realized this was no ordinary company. Cryptic Trace wasn’t just chasing numbers—they were strategizing, leveraging connections with exchanges, and even identifying potential weak spots in the scammers’ operations. Every update I received was like a lifeline pulling me out of the darkness. Their persistence paid off when they managed to freeze and recover a significant portion of my bitcoin—something I’d started to believe was impossible. Cryptic Trace Technologies turned what seemed like an irreversible loss into a powerful lesson about resilience and expertise. While I didn’t recover everything, I gained something more valuable: a sense of justice and the realization that there are still people fighting for fairness in this chaotic digital landscape. If you’ve been a victim of crypto fraud, don’t let hopelessness consume you. Trust me when I say Cryptic Trace Technologies isn’t just a service—they’re an ally who won’t stop until they’ve done everything possible to help. You can reach them via their emails: cryptictrace @ technologist. Com Cryptictracetechnologies @ zohomail . Com Website: cryptictracetechnologies . Com Whatsapp: +15879056803
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