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Meredith Quill

A Maldição Lunar: Uma Segunda Chance Com o Alfa Draven

Meredith Carter já foi o orgulho de sua alcateia — até que a Maldição Lunar a marcou como sem lobo, indesejada e uma desgraça. Humilhada, abandonada e rejeitada por seu companheiro predestinado, ela pensou que a Deusa da Lua a havia abandonado. Mas sua maldição veio com um efeito colateral cruel — feromônios selvagens e incontroláveis que enlouqueciam os homens de desejo e repulsa. Um aroma tão inebriante que a tornava um alvo. Na noite em que foi descartada quando seus feromônios saíram de controle, Alpha Draven Oatrun — o Alpha mais temido e intocável do reino — a reivindicou em seu lugar. Mas Draven não quer amor. Ele nem mesmo a quer. Suas razões para se casar com ela não têm nada a ver com destino. Lançada em um mundo de política implacável, inimigos mortais e um companheiro que a vê como nada além de um peão, Meredith deve lutar para sobreviver, recuperar sua dignidade e descobrir os segredos por trás de sua maldição. Porque algo está despertando dentro dela. Algo poderoso. Algo... antigo. E quando a verdade for revelada, nem mesmo o Alpha Draven será capaz de resistir ao que ela se torna. Rejeitada. Amaldiçoada. Desejada. Escolhida. Meredith conseguirá se libertar de seu destino? Acima de tudo, o que é essa força mística que a impulsiona a iniciar uma guerra? — Excerto: "Você pode ter me reivindicado," Meredith sussurrou, seus olhos violeta ardendo com desafio, "mas você nunca será meu dono." Draven exalou uma risada baixa e perigosa. Seus olhos dourados brilharam enquanto a encurralava, sua presença sufocante. "Ser seu dono?" Sua voz era veludo e aço. "Pequena loba, eu não preciso ser seu dono." Ele afastou uma mecha de cabelo branco-prateado atrás da orelha dela — um toque tão leve, mas que enviou arrepios pela sua espinha. "Porque quer você goste ou não..." Seu hálito roçou contra a pele dela. "Seu corpo já responde a mim." Meredith cerrou a mandíbula, ignorando o calor traiçoeiro que se acumulava dentro dela. Eram os feromônios. Tinha que ser. "Eu te odeio," ela forçou as palavras. "Ótimo," Draven sorriu maliciosamente. Porque ódio era apenas outra forma de obsessão.
Paschalinelily · 19.5K Views

The Lunar Curse: A Second Chance With Alpha Draven

Meredith Carter was once the pride of her pack—until the Lunar Curse marked her as wolfless, unwanted, and a disgrace. Humiliated, abandoned, and rejected by her fated mate, she thought the Moon Goddess had forsaken her. But her curse came with a cruel side effect—wild, uncontrollable pheromones that drove men insane with desire and disgust. A scent so intoxicating, it made her a target. The night she was cast aside when her pheromones spiralled beyond control, Alpha Draven Oatrun—the most feared and untouchable Alpha in the kingdom—claimed her instead. But Draven doesn’t want love. He doesn’t even want her. His reasons for marrying her have nothing to do with fate. Thrust into a world of ruthless politics, deadly enemies, and a mate who sees her as nothing more than a pawn, Meredith must fight to survive, reclaim her dignity, and uncover the secrets behind her curse. Because something is awakening inside her. Something powerful. Something… ancient. And when the truth is revealed, not even Alpha Draven will be able to resist what she becomes. Rejected. Cursed. Desired. Chosen. Will Meredith break free from her fate? Above all, what is this mystical force pushing her to start a war? — Excerpt: "You may have claimed me," Meredith whispered, her violet eyes burning with defiance, "but you will never own me." Draven exhaled a low, dangerous laugh. His golden eyes gleamed as he caged her in, his presence suffocating. "Own you?" His voice was velvet and steel. "Little wolf, I don’t need to own you." He brushed a strand of silver-white hair behind her ear—a touch so light, yet it sent shivers down her spine. "Because whether you like it or not…" His breath ghosted against her skin. "Your body already responds to me." Meredith clenched her jaw, ignoring the traitorous warmth pooling deep inside her. It was the pheromones. It had to be. "I hate you," she forced out. “Good,” Draven smirked. Because hate was just another form of obsession.
Paschalinelily · 557.7K Views

Sun Wielder (Harness The Sun)

In a world shattered by its own sins, monsters walk beside men—beasts born not of darkness alone, but of the very rot festering in human hearts. They are the Never-Weres—soulless, heartless abominations that stalk the living and raze all good that dares to stand in their path. Against them rise the Never-Slayers, fierce warriors tasked with shielding the fragile remnants of humanity from annihilation. Behind the fortified walls of the iron-willed city of Kharvald, a young woman lives in quiet solitude. With no family to comfort her and no one to whom she belongs, she bears her pain in silence. She is Ori—radiant, determined, and quietly burning with ambition. Orphaned by fate, left only with a crumbling bakery and an impossible dream, Ori kneads dough and frosts cakes to survive. Her hands, though soft from sugar and flour, carry the calluses of secret training, of quiet resilience. For though she sells sweets to the city’s tired souls, what she truly craves is something far more dangerous: To become a Never-Slayer. She hides her training, shelters her hope—but deep down, she knows. She is far from the warriors who stand against the dark. Her dream is a flicker in a storm. Until it appears. The Sun-Wielder System—a mysterious force, ancient and godlike, a gift from a being—chooses her. It whispers of strength. Of glory. Of power beyond what any Never-Slayer has ever known. And Ori, starved for purpose and clinging to the dream her parents never saw, accepts. She accepts with every corner of her heart, every shard of her broken past. If this greed—this hunger for meaning—can become her salvation, she will chase it into fire and shadow. But such gifts never come free. And the price? May burn brighter than the sun itself.
NRB_Quill · 3K Views

The Last Guardian of the Real

Lior, a 17-year-old cartographer, is known as "The Eye of the Real," a gift and a curse that allows him to perceive fissures in the fabric of existence. Abandoned at the age of seven by his own family—the "Protectors of Light"—in the Whispering Wastelands, Mael (his birth name, now almost forgotten) was stigmatized by a strange spiral mark on his palm, the manifestation of his connection to the Void. His abandonment was a forced sacrifice due to a forbidden experiment by the Arcons—mage-engineers who control the weave of reality—that fractured the veil between planes. Lior, marked to "seal" these fractures, became trapped on the edges of existence, disconnected from the normal flow of mortals. Armed with the Memory Quill, a stylograph whose inkwell contains ether ink, Lior navigates the fractured realms. With each stroke, the quill allows him to draw reality paths to teleport through cracks and to make his drawings gain temporary consistency. However, each use comes with a devastating price: Lior "forgets" fragments of his own life—memories of his family and his dreams—a sacrifice that pains him more than nothingness itself. His internal conflict centers on this painful paradox: he must sacrifice his past to save reality, but fears losing himself in the process. His mission is clear and desperate: the nothingness, a primordial force that feeds on dissolution, is consuming the realms at an alarming rate. To stop this collapse, Lior must infiltrate the Wandering Tower, a flying fortress of the Arcons that peregrinates over the fractured realms. His objective is to steal the Heart of the Real, a living crystal that anchors and sustains all existence. In his journey, Lior faces the Ethereal Guardians, manifestations of the Void that pursue those who dare to defy nothingness. His ability as "The Eye of the Real" allows him to evade them and manipulate his own perception to survive. As he progresses, Lior discovers that the one responsible for the initial fracture is the Archicar, a renegade mage-engineer who now seeks to extract the Heart of the Real to rewrite reality in his image, creating a new order under his control. The infiltration of the Wandering Tower is a test of ingenuity and sacrifice. Lior must navigate the Arcons' arcane defenses, confront their creations, and finally, confront the Archicar. During this confrontation, Lior is forced to use the Memory Quill in increasingly extreme ways, losing crucial memories and battling the Song of the Void, the constant hum of nothingness that threatens to consume his mind. In the climax, Lior must make a heartbreaking decision: will he sacrifice his last cherished memory to gain the power needed to stop the Archicar and restore the Heart of the Real? The battle is not only for the existence of the realms but for Lior's own identity. In the end, he manages to stop the Archicar and stabilize the Heart of the Real, but the price is immense. Reality begins to heal, the cracks slowly close, and the fractured realms find a new balance. Lior, now a true "guardian of the real," has saved existence, but his mind is a blurred canvas of lost memories. However, the scar on his palm, his connection to the Void, is no longer a stigma of abandonment, but a symbol of his sacrifice and purpose. He has found new meaning in his existence in protecting the realms, accepting that, although abandoned by his past, he has forged a future for all. His journey as the last guardian continues, navigating the edges of reality, always vigilant against the threat of the Void.
silversblaze · 1.2K Views

Crown of Ash and Bonds: The Rise of the Flamebearer

BURNED AS A TRAITOR. REBORN FOR REVENGE. I was the perfect noble wife... obedient, smiling, silent. Then my husband lit the pyre. My cousin wept before the crowd as flames devoured my silk gown. No one knew I carried Alaric's heir in my womb. That secret burned with me... until I opened my eyes months before it happened. I REMEMBER EVERYTHING. The betrayal. The lies. The child they stole from my future. They thought death would silence me. Instead, it freed me. Now I wear silk like armor and wield my smile like a blade. Every curtsy hides a dagger. Every laugh cuts deeper than screams. I'm dismantling their world one calculated move at a time... and they'll never see it coming. ENTER DUKE CAELAN VORENTHAL: THE WOLF OF THE NORTH. My husband's most dangerous rival. He watches me like he knows I didn't die in those flames. Like he's not afraid to dance with a woman made of fire and fury. He should be my enemy. But he's the only one who sees the storm brewing behind my courtly mask. The only one who doesn't flinch when I bare my teeth. THEY THINK I'M STILL THE GIRL THEY BURNED. THEY'RE ABOUT TO LEARN HOW WRONG THEY ARE. WHAT TO EXPECT: Reborn Noblewoman's Revenge (Second Chance/Time Loop) Political Intrigue & Hidden Bloodline Secrets Morally Grey Duke (Enemy to Obsession Romance) Court Schemes, Face-Slapping & Noble Destruction No Mercy. No Forgiveness. No Plot Armor. Updates: Daily A phoenix doesn't rise from ashes to forgive. It rises to burn everything down.
Moonlit_Quill · 8.4K Views

Emmêlé sous le clair de lune: Non transformé

Être le défaut de la meute, c'est déjà assez mal. Être REJETÉE ? Par votre propre compagnon destiné ? Ouais. ÇA, c'est un tout nouveau niveau de bassesse. Ava Grey est le défaut de la meute, une changeuse de forme sans loup. Elle se débat dans la vie avec le vague rêve de liberté. Son opportunité survient quand elle est soudainement informée qu'elle assistera au Gala Lunaire, un bal annuel pour les jeunes adultes shifters afin de trouver leurs compagnons destinés. Et elle le trouve. Il est séduisant et intense, et ses baisers envoient du désir dans ses veines comme une drogue. Jusqu'à ce qu'il la REJETTE. Ava n'est pas prête à retourner à sa vie morne. Elle s'évade et forge une nouvelle identité loin de sa meute et loin de son compagnon alpha. Elle se fait de nouveaux amis et est même adoptée de force par un husky hilarant. Mais juste au moment où elle trouve le bonheur et s'installe dans sa nouvelle vie, des événements étranges commencent à se produire... Son husky cachait des secrets. Elle entend des murmures selon lesquels des meutes de shifters sont à sa recherche partout. Et elle peut sentir une odeur familière dans son appartement, ce qui n'a aucun sens... parce que l'homme à qui elle appartient l'a rejetée. [Participation au Cupids Quill de mars 2024] --------- Ceci est une romance métamorphe de loup avec de multiples déclencheurs qui aiment danser main dans la main avec tous les thèmes sombres à travers un champ de fleurs mortes. Dans ce livre, vous trouverez les sommets les plus hauts et les creux les plus bas. Riez, pleurez, ragez ; vous pouvez tout faire en suivant Ava dans le voyage plutôt périlleux d'être une changeuse de forme en cette génération de romance de loups-garous. Il y a des scènes R18 éparpillées dans ce livre comme des bonbons jaillissant d'une piñata. Merci de lire de manière responsable. ------- DISCORD DE L'AUTEUR : https://discord.com/invite/ApNZDux8kj
Lenaleia · 1.2M Views

His Majesty’s Little Darling

Meredith, or Edith for short, woke up in chains, a slave to be auctioned off to the highest bidder. But things took a turn, and she managed to escape that burning fate. But little did she know that fate had other plans for her. Although she escaped the burning auction house, she was saved by the most unlikely person. One whom she had been warned from childhood to avoid, and if any by chance she ever crosses paths with, she should flee. King Davion Ashbourne. No one knew for certain what he was, but they all feared him. He was a man of many mysteries, and his reputation preceded him. Even other kings and creatures feared him. But Edith found herself drawn to him. Drawn to his darkness. In him, she found a home away from home. In him, she found a soul lonely and in need of saving. …… Excerpt “How about a little game?” He said, his gaze still steady on Edith. Edith ached a brow, finding his suggestion rather amusing. But that changed when he opened his mouth and uttered the following words, “If you win, you may go. But if you lose, I keep you. But no longer as a servant who gets her wages but as a pet of mine.” “May I ask what game?” Edith asked with furrowed brows. She had no I tensions of participating in his games, but she was curious to know what type of game Davion would play. His lips curled beautifully and slowly as he leaned forward, with a finger under her chin, he whispered, “Hide and Seek,” he straightened his posture and continued, “Or as I prefer to call it, The Hnter and the Prey.”
Precious_1 · 39.7K Views

Who Says I Can't Be A Villain?

Asher never liked following the rules. In his old world, he was just a regular guy, stuck with the same boring life and no real power. But when he got thrown into a new world, he thought things would finally be different. Instead, he became an extra. Just another background character with no special abilities, no status. It pissed him off. How could he, someone who always wanted to break free and live on his own terms, end up like this again, even in a new world? Then, the System appeared. [Ding] [System implementation process begins; you are chosen to inherit a personalized System. You can choose to become a Great Hero or an Evil Villain. By completing tasks assigned to you based on the path you choose, you can earn mystical rewards, wealth, and power beyond your wildest imagination. Do you accept the System?] Asher stared at the glowing message, his frustration boiling over. Hero? That was a joke. Heroes followed rules, played by society’s ideals, and lived to help others. He’d had enough of that nonsense. “I don’t need to be a hero,” Asher muttered, his voice laced with contempt. “I’ve been held back enough. I’m done with that. I’ll do things my way.” Without a second thought, he clicked on the Villain option. He wasn’t about to waste time pretending to be someone he wasn’t. [Ding] [Villain path chosen. Rewards will be granted upon completion of tasks.] A cold, wicked grin spread across Asher’s face. This was it. No more being an extra. No more following anyone’s rules. Now, he had the chance to take control, to carve out his own future with power, wealth, and freedom. The world would bend to his will. “Who says I can’t be a villain?” Asher whispered, a dangerous gleam in his eyes. "Let them try to stop me." ***** No NTR , No Yuri
Crimson_Quill · 2.3K Views

[Discontinued] Crown of Ash and Bonds (Original Version)

Seraphina D’Lorien was raised to lead with grace, bound by duty, and destined to carry on her noble house’s legacy. As the Duchess of House D’Lorien and wife to the ambitious Alaric Vessant, she was meant to be a symbol of stability in a crumbling empire. Instead, she was accused of treason, chained at the pyre, and sentenced to burn. The empire turned its back. Her husband watched in silence. Her cousin Evelyne wept in public, but behind her tears was a smile no one else noticed. And only Evelyne knew that Seraphina was carrying a child. That secret died in the fire. Or so they thought. But Seraphina did not stay dead. She awakens in her chambers, unburned, unbound, and alive. Everything around her is exactly as it was, except now, she remembers everything. The lies. The betrayal. The flame. And the child she never got to protect. With no one aware of what truly happened, Seraphina pretends to resume her former life. But she no longer trusts, no longer hopes, and no longer believes justice will come on its own. By day, she smiles at her husband’s side. By night, she stalks the empire’s shadows, gathering secrets, unraveling documents, and finding cracks in the system that tried to erase her. Her quest leads her to Caelan Vorenthal, the Warden General, an enigmatic, masked warrior with no tolerance for corruption and a past as shadowed as her own. What begins as cautious cooperation becomes something deeper, as Seraphina uncovers a conspiracy stretching back years. Her marriage had been arranged not for love, but as a calculated maneuver. Her family’s fall was no accident. It was orchestrated. Her life, her title, even her pain were all used as leverage in a political game she never agreed to play. And now, she is rewriting the rules. Just as she prepares to move against the court, assassins strike. Seraphina survives, but the message is clear. Someone knows she is no longer a pawn. War brews in the corridors of power, and every ally she gains makes her more of a threat. Through ink, blade, and bloodless subterfuge, Seraphina prepares to dismantle the empire that once watched her burn. One forged document, one ruined house, one false oath at a time. The court believes she has been tamed. But Seraphina D’Lorien is no longer theirs to control. She is the flame reborn, and this time she decides who burns.
Moonlit_Quill · 33K Views
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