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Five Nights At Freddy'S Eclipse

My five ghostly husbands

Ruby was a genius; however, she tragically passed away after falling from the fiftieth floor of her own company's building. When she opened her eyes again, she found herself in an entirely different world. Have you ever heard about the Ghost World? I'm not referring to the world of deceased individuals, but rather a planet. Ruby was shocked when she woke up in the body of an twenty-year-old girl who was already married and had four ghostly husbands. Unfortunately, these husbands didn't love the original owner, and the original owner treated them poorly. The first husband leaned over with a sly smile on his face and said, "You think you can leave me, pretty wife? Nope! Once my eyes catch what I like, I will get it no matter what." The second husband angrily exclaimed, "I hate you, stupid witch! Don't leave me; your stupid husband loves you." The third husband innocently said, "Wife, I made my special soup for you," and proceeded to show bowls filled with blood. The fourth husband gently raised her chin and said, "Wife, I can't believe that with every passing second, minute, and hour, I'm falling for you even more." The fifth husband, who fell in love with her at first sight, looked at the camera and arrogantly smiled. "I fell in love with someone at first sight! Get ready to grab it; I'm throwing ten thousand gems to celebrate," he declared as the camera panned to a room filled with money and treasures. Ruby : "..." Please, someone, make me dead again. Warning: • Reserve Harem • 18+
dYdairy_002 · 903.3K Views

the five howls of fate

Five siblings. One prophecy. And a witch with a vendetta that could shatter the very soul of their world. Born together under a blood moon, the quintuplets of Crescent Hollow were never destined for quiet lives. From the moment they took their first breath, the pack whispered of fate—of greatness, of ruin, of power too wild to be tamed. But none could have foreseen just how deeply the stars had etched these five names into the fabric of war, love, and legacy. They are the children of Alpha Griffin and Luna Lila—each one a howl in the night, a piece of a puzzle the gods themselves can’t seem to solve. Opal is the only girl among them, but don’t make the mistake of thinking that makes her the softest. She’s steel wrapped in silk, a storm behind violet eyes. Born a leader, but unwilling to embrace a crown simply because it’s expected of her, Opal is sharp-tongued and slow to trust. Her instincts are fierce and unyielding. While the others trained for war, she studied people—how they move, how they lie, how they break. She doesn’t need brute strength to bring someone to their knees. Her voice is enough. But underneath the strength is a soul that’s tired of carrying the weight of being “the one who must choose.” Because when the witch comes—and she will come—it’s Opal who must make the final decision: love or survival, sacrifice or damnation. The wrong move won’t just cost her life. It could cost them all. Ash has spent his life wearing the heavy armor of responsibility. He’s the one who wakes first, who stands tallest, who speaks last. Loyalty is carved into his bones, but so is guilt—because no matter how many battles he wins or enemies he slays, he can’t protect everyone. Not always. Especially not from the things that crawl out of the dark and into their minds. Ash doesn’t believe in fate. He believes in preparation. In discipline. In never letting your guard down. But when the world starts cracking around them, even he has to admit: something ancient is rising. And it doesn’t care how hard he trained. It just wants his sister’s blood. Ridge is the quiet blade. The shadow behind the strike. He’s never been loud like Forrest or fiery like Ash, but don’t mistake silence for softness. Ridge watches, absorbs, and then—when it counts—strikes with devastating precision. Wolves underestimate him. They call him the “muscle,” the one who lifts more than he speaks. But Ridge has a mind for strategy that rivals generals, and a heart that beats only for his pack. What he hides, even from his siblings, is the growing rage inside him—the ache for justice. Brooks is the brain. The tactician. The one who always has a backup plan… and a backup for that one, too. Books were his first weapons, logic his armor. He’s the type who calculates the angle of a blade mid-air and still finds time to debate ancient pack law over breakfast. But beneath the intellect lies a deep, pulsing fear: that no matter how many scenarios he prepares for, he’ll never be able to outthink fate. Brooks understands magic better than he wants to. He sees patterns others miss. Symbols. Cycles. Rituals that once felt like stories now feel like ticking time bombs. The witch isn’t just a threat. She’s a puzzle. And solving her might be the only way to save the people he loves—if he doesn’t lose his mind in the process. And then there’s Forrest. The loudest. The chaos wrapped in charm and grins and duct-tape booby traps that probably won’t kill anyone. Forrest was never meant to be predictable. He’s the brother who jumps first and asks why midair. His mind moves faster than his body, and thatsaying something—because he moves like wildfire. He hides fear behind jokes, pain behind pranks, and when the darkness comes, Forrest is the one who tries to make the others laugh even as they bleed. But the thing about chaos? It sees everything
Veronica_Hazel · 61.3K Views

Eclipsed By Fate

Who remembers the ruin of a god? Who dares to chase what was never meant to be touched, let alone claimed? Noor—an enigma draped in silk, a storm without thunder, a shadow that bends the world yet leaves no trace. Men speak of her in hushed corridors where power is traded like currency. No one knows her name. No one owns her story. No hand dares linger. She walks unclaimed. Unseen. Forgotten by design. “If you knew what I’ve done,” she whispers, her breath colder than moonlight, “You’d be praying I never look your way again.” But some things refuse to be buried. Some ghosts don’t stay dead. Some touches… don’t fade. Sanlang, sculpted in golden light, worshipped by millions, untouchable—except by the shadows clawing at the edges of his memory. And in those shadows, her eyes. “I’ve seen you before,” he says, voice trembling like a man on the edge of fire. “ Tell me your name.” She smiles. It begins with whispers in the dark. A body that remembers hers before the mind does. Desire wrapped in danger. Memory soaked in sin. “What are you?” he demands. “Everything you were never meant to survive.” He thinks he’s chasing her. He thinks he’s in control. He is wrong. “Touch me again,” she says, voice velvet and venom, “and I’ll show you the truth. .” He who was never meant to remember. But now that he does… the only question that remains is: “Will you let me live?” “Live?” she echoes. “What makes you think you get to choose again?”
Nephthys_Selene · 2.8M Views

In the Unending Nights

One must struggle to find meaning, in this universe they were born in, Humans suffer, humans endure, ergo, they are. Only when on a path of self-destruction is when a human grows to new bounds. Such is the nature of mankind, and those who think. Yet humans have a mind to each their own, and their own ways of thought, to cope, to think, to reason, to bargain with their own psyche and this is the way a human draws strength from their thought, put into actions. In the tapestry of the cosmos, they who fall, they who rise, all have their thoughts and actions that lead up to the zenith of their state. A mechanical voice rings out -- "If the truth of the universe and your existence is cruel and stale , would you still yearn for the answer to the ultimate question?" The young man, shrouded in white ponders upon the question with an inexplicable expression across his face as he floats in a vat of liquid .... to give an answer to the machine that has kept him alive. "Yes." The machine and its voice fluctuates as it rings out once more-- "With no end to hate and no boundaries to war, do you still wish, to venture outwards?" "...." "....." "I... do not know" "But..." "I wish to know...Who I am." The machines tone hums in the air for a brief few minutes as it seems to be thinking, calculating,analyzing the answer of the man...before the sounds of cogs rigidly spinning and wind depressurizing in tight columns fills the atmosphere...The door opens, as the liquid pours out onto the ground, the man taking a deep breath, falling unto the metallic ground. The machines voice, rings out once more, "Aureus... t-h-at i-i-i-is y-y-yo-yo-you-your na-----" The lights go dim, and then dark. The machine dims out its final light, never to speak again.
Raisinned · 1.2K Views

NIGHTS OF HALLOW

~•No Escape•~ "Are you running away from me, my sweet girl" spoke a voice in the hallway that made her stop in her tracks. The hallway had turned dark with only the wall lamps that burned brightly casting the shadow of the man on the floor as he slowly emerged from the other end. "What are you doing here, your majesty," She said and bowed immediately as she saw him approach her with slow but steady steps. "You haven't answered me, sweet" The man said with a sweet smile that made her wary and he heard the way her heart skipped a beat. He stood before her and used his index finger to raise her chin. He tilted his head as he gazed into her green eyes that looked back at him with fear. He took a step forward closing the distance between them and his eyes narrowed when she took a step back, but that didn't stop him from cornering her. "Did you think you can escape from me?" He continued to question and she didn't miss the mockery behind his words. "I…I" she felt her words tied to her tongue because of the man's daunting aura. She felt him trace her forehead with his finger down to her jaw. He continued moving his hand down to her neck and to the top of her swell and her thudding heart hitched when his hand continued to stay there. "Did you think you can escape from me?" He bent towards her as he spoke. His breath fell on her neck which sent a jolt that traveled down her body. "I told you, you're tied to me and me to you" _______________________ Perdita Kartar was a winsome yet strange young lady. She had an appealing beauty with her green eyes that invoked and impelled anyone who gazed into them. She had fooled her villagers so she could live and protect herself and her remaining family from the night creatures and also humans. But what was bizarre of all, was that Perdita had a secret she shared with no one. She had lived in the village since she was little, and over the years, she had been discreet with each move she made. Unfortunately, things didn't go as she planned. Despite her cautious decorum and fight to stay out of sight, a pair of glacial red eyes falls on her, which followed and refused to leave her out of sight.
Amzy_Bella · 1M Views
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