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The Vampire King's Pet

MATURE THEMES: Slavery …TW elements After her family is brutally murdered in front of her by the Vampire King, Zyren Blackthorn, for being hunters, Aria is left broken and devastated, desperate for death. Her world is shattered when Zyren, instead of killing her, claims her as his pet, dragging her away from her village into the heart of the central city. As a human slave, she is forced to endure his sadistic desires. Every night, he reminds her of her helplessness, but beneath his cruelty lies an obsession that burns with intensity. Despite her hatred and longing for revenge, Aria’s body betrays her, and she finds herself caught between a dark desire and her desperate need for revenge. Excerpt: Aria’s breath hitched as Zyren’s fingers traced the line of her jaw, his touch colder than ice, yet searing her skin with the promise of more. She should resist, should fight back, but her body betrayed her—shivering, craving the pleasure she knew he could give. “You thought I’d kill you,” Zyren murmured, his voice a dark purr. “But instead, you’ll belong to me. Every part of you will be mine.” Her lips parted to speak, but the words caught in her throat. The memory of her family’s blood staining her hands made her stomach churn as she glared hatefully at him. “Tell me,” he growled, his hands moving lower, pressing against the softness of her skin, “do you still wish to die?” She clenched her fists, tears threatening to spill, but her body trembled under his touch. “I wish for nothing but to be free of you,” she spat, but even as the words left her lips, she felt the hunger in her—a hunger she hated but couldn’t deny as she stared into his red eyes. A need to PRESENT herself to him and have him mount her…body and soul.
Colorful_madness · 205.5K Views

[BL] The Making of an Alpha Villain

[BL] [Alpha x Alpha] After the First Apocalyptic War finally ended, Mattias Kohler thought he could return to America and live out his days as an unmated alpha in peace. Being a child soldier left him with more scars and baggage than he cared to admit, but for a while, living in this superheroes’ version of a ‘new world’ wasn't so bad. He'd even managed to stave off the deadly consequences of the war for a solid twenty years. Despite everything, the shell shocked veteran made peace with the last of his ghosts. Or so he thought, were it not for one rude-ass awakening. When his biggest failure and the rightful king of his ghosts shows back up out of the blue—very much alive and kicking—Matt finds himself kidnapped and dragged back into a cold war against his will. What's worse, this particular ghost has deep ties to Mattias’ past, and the fact that he's still alive is an absolute stain on Matt's ledger. His initial goal is just to get the hell out of this mess and kill as many Russians as he can in the process, but as time goes by, he realizes something isn't right with the King of Ghosts. The other alpha’s past betrayal may not be everything it seems, and the more Matt learns about this dark world his old-friend-turned-traitor steeped himself in for all these years, the less he understands. Not to mention the fact that he'd been forced to get off his scent blockers and rut suppressants all at once; fuck if he knows why that filthy traitor smells so damn good, but he does. It's wrong. They're both alphas. Matt is also painfully aware that alpha on alpha relations are illegal in most countries. But he's hard, pissed off and has no idea whether he's in for a fight or a fuck. Either way, they dragged him back into this, and now he's going to finish it. [TW: Dark themes, potential dub-con, violence, death of NPCs, dystopian themes, kidnapping, toxic relationships, abuse, non-encouraged mentions of substance abuse, hurt & comfort.] NOTICE: The acts described in this novel are in no way, shape, nor form, the personal beliefs of the author. I do not condone, endorse, nor encourage those behaviours on any level. These are works of fiction that do not reflect my real life values, beliefs, and actions. My characters actions are not reality and should not be copied in any way. I wholeheartedly condemn real-world violence, abuse, substance abuse and emphatically encourage people to do the same. This book will strive to separate fact from fiction and will keep away from glorifying, encouraging, or promoting illegal activities. If you have any questions or need to request an edit, please feel free to contact me.
VeraFaye · 6.9K Views

Change of fates: The assassin wife takes over

[Status: Ongoing] ***I update when I can and have time*** ~~~~~ "I can't help but love you, even though I try not to." ~~~~~ “Every time you speak all I hear is the shrieking of a dying cat!” “Well, every time you speak I want to strangle myself!” They both shared a small silence after their statements. “Screw you, Lewis!” Clair humphed and turned her heels, changing her direction to her bedroom. “Lewis? Did you just call me Lewis?” James’s eyes turned wide as he marched after her. “Yes, and?”
 “Well screw you too Ainara.” Clair gasped. “You dirty little-“
 “You started this first!” Oh, she begged to differ. “You man child!” “Are you seriously speaking right now? You’re acting like a child yourself!” “Whatever I’m out of this stuffy palace!” “If you’re going to run away at least don’t announce it. Look how that turned out for you last time.” He mocked. “Well, third times the charm! L-E-W-I-S” She raised her hand picking up her pace as he still followed behind her persistently. He suddenly stopped and said, “Fine. You can try to run away I don’t care.” Clair halted her steps and turned around. “Really?” She asked. He could imagine literal hearts in her eyes right now. Not responding he turned around and walked to the opposite direction where his room was, only to realize they had the same bedroom! He then turned around and entered their room, slamming the door shut. Clair scoffed and ran down the hall to make her grand escape. ….. A few minutes later, If the guards who were trying to help up their unconscious fellow guards, didn’t witness their King pick up their Queen and drop her on his shoulder like a bag of potatoes, they would have thought he was carrying their Queen’s corpse. With her head hanging low Clair groaned. “You said I could escape.”
 “No, I said you could try.” ******* Cold-blooded.Cruel.Demoness.Killer. That’s what they labeled her as, not that they were wrong. She was feared amongst all killers, many said the devil himself was afraid of her. But others insisted she was the devil herself! This was the way she survived, the way she trained herself for the most important day of her life. The day she could take revenge on the man who had stolen all her family members from her. Saved by her adopted father in the attempt to give up on her own life, she received a new identity and chance. Just when she thought she was able to put her past away, someone shows up with the intention of marrying his son off to her. Since when did she get men as offerings? Sure she was a goddess, but guys chill out! "It was love at first sight!" Her adopted father insisted. The way they both tried to strangle each other as soon as they met, was love at first sight? What are we? What have we become? -------- (TW's: mentions of sexual assault, r@pe, and suicide.) Instagram: Author_lizmorgan Discord: lizmorgan#9231 Discord Link: https://discord.gg/pA7JTjngJv
lizmorgan · 332.1K Views

MASTERPIECE OF RUIN

The room was thick with the smell of wine. January 2025, Aezren leaned against the couch with wine in his hand, His eyes red like the sun during an eclipse, while his hair a chaotic Blonde framed his face with eerie elegance, hoping not to be disturbed by the screams of people. He was the Grim Reaper and the cause of people’s misfortunes, so it was only natural that he was embraced by screams day and night. Without a moment’s notice, he heard another person cursing him. “Not this again…” he groaned as he got up. He sipped his wine as he watched the drunk woman cursing him from the reflection on his wine. Lavinia stood on the parapet wall with high heels, ready to fall at any moment. Her red lipstick messed up, her skin a shade of bright olive, her hair had faded black hair dye, her eyes a shade of deep green, reminiscent of the forest. Her movements came out unstable as she screamed out, “Seems like all doom is attracted to me!” she laughed, tears rolled down her face. “I’m really not,” Aezren scoffed as he rolled his eyes. His eyes blew into saucers at a closer look at her face. “That face, it’s her!” he exclaimed. “I can’t let her die,” he pleaded with desperation as his “heart” raced. Aezren put his glass of wine back on the table with telekinesis as he stood up and teleported to Lavinia. However, it was already too late and she jumped off. Aezren jumped off of the terrace and held her in his arms as he floated in the air. He quickly took her back to the terrace before anybody could notice. Lavinia shut her eyes tight, hoping for the worst to happen—her death. She opened her eyes soon after she realized that she was on solid ground. “What is it,” she smiled, “Am I in heaven or hell?” she walked as she wondered. She was in her own world. “You’re in none,” Aezren told her, about to crash out at her obliviousness. But of course, she was half rat — drunk as hell. He let out a deep sigh. She didn’t listen. He recited some sort of spell, his index and middle finger pointed at her. Since alcohol has similar affects to being dead, it was easy enough for him to get her to be sober. She blinked in surprise. “Wh…Who are you?” she stammered, taking steps back defensively. “Be my muse.” He asked her. He has been searching for a her for over 4 centuries now. Having been living for so long, he has started making paintings to pass time. He has her face like a fuzzy faded painting in his head, and he has always struggled to capture her in his paintings. Finding her was a dream come true for him. She couldn’t die. Not before he painted her. Lavinia’s breath hitched. She was hit with nausea and dizziness. “Please.. please leave me alone!” She begged, her voice came out louder than she wanted it to. Aezren stared at her, his expression unreadable. “I didn’t save you because I care about your life,” he said, voice low. “I saved you because you have a face that doesn’t belong to this era.” Lavinia’s breath hitched again, her head spinning, “What the hell does that even mean…?” “I’ve seen you before. In dreams, in sketches, in brush strokes I never finished.” He sighed, “Centuries of searching. And suddenly, you’re on a rooftop, yelling about doom like some half-broken opera.” “You’re insane,” she whispered, backing away. He didn’t argue. “Probably,” he said with a shrug. “But I don’t care what you believe. You’re here. And I need to paint you before you disappear again.” Lavinia blinked, confusion and fear wrestling inside her. But something about him—his tone, his posture, the weird mix of detachment and obsession—made her pause. Her stomach flipped. The room still spun, but she wasn’t sure if it was just the wine anymore. “Okay,” she said slowly, swallowing hard. TW: Might include topics or references to Self harm. Reader discretion is recommended.
Expressive_Potatoe · 12.7K Views

When Tomorrow Burns

Alastair had always seen himself as just another face in the crowd, a normal student diligently studying in one of the military schools with plans of serving his kingdom. He never imagined that his life would take such a drastic turn. One fateful day, Alastair receives an unexpected invitation that breaks the monotony of his existence. He is summoned to join the ranks of the legendary Devil Executioner's Army, an esteemed organization tasked with combating the vicious forces of the underworld that threaten the safety of mankind. Confusion and disbelief cloud Alastair as he grapples with the sheer improbability of his selection. After all, how could seemingly ordinary and unremarkable someone like him ever hope to contribute to the illustrious Devil Executioner Army? Guided by courage, Alastair ventures into the unknown, where the line between heroism and villainy blurs, and the fate of mankind hangs in the balance. In a world where gods, reincarnates and regressors walk among men and devils lurk in the shadows, Alastair's pursuit of truth will shape the destiny of nations and define the legacy of the Devil Executioner's Army. [Even the fool now knows that the end is near, why do you still refuse?] Later in the novel: _________________________________________________________________ TW: Gore, Disturbing topics, Destruction, Bloodshed, BackStabbing, WitchCraft, Death, Torture, Suicide, Rituals, and Serious topics e.g. corruption, political instability and population decline _________________________________________________________________ Instagram: akioorazreal? (repost account kinda) Email: xavierisyouroshi@gmail.com (staff email, contact them)
AkioOrAzreal · 12.6K Views
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