Oona Quiver

"You are lying!" she retorted, her voice ringing with a blend of indignation and despair as she surged to her feet and crossed the space to his side. Her anger struck him as somewhat bemusing, and in a different circumstance, he might have been tempted to applaud her unyielding spirit. "I am an apex predator. I am what monsters and all things wicked fear. How could you imagine I would concern myself with something as fickle as emotions, let alone for a witch?" he asserted, his words delivered without the slightest quiver of doubt. His words landed like a blow to her very core. She had never anticipated such a stinging rebuttal from him. "If you can look me in the eye and tell me you feel nothing for me, then I'll leave you alone," she challenged, her tone calm amid the raging storm of emotion that churned within her. Her words felt like a knife piercing through his cold heart, leaving Damien to grapple with the weight of her final statement. He hesitated for a few fleeting moments before lifting his gaze to meet hers. "I don't," he declared, the words slipping from his lips with austere finality. Lauren's heart sank upon hearing his response; she sensed within her that he was not speaking the truth, but what recourse did she have? Before she could utter another word, the ringing of her phone pierced the solemn air. Engaging with the call, she answered, "Hello, Director." Briefly acknowledging the conversation, she swiftly concluded, "Alright, I'll be there," before ending the call. "Thanks for the meal once again," she offered in a flat voice, devoid of any discernible emotion. Damien found himself taken aback by the sudden shift in her demeanor, feeling the impulse to say something, but before he could gather his thoughts, she had already entered the elevator. Making her way towards the exit, she soon drove off, leaving Damien to stand before the towering windows, watching her departure with a silent ache lingering within him. As she disappeared, he turned his gaze inward, pondering the emptiness that seemed to pervade his residence. Reflecting on his actions, he found himself questioning whether he had made the right choice in pushing her away, but he understood that only time held the answers. This Novel tells a story of a halfie(half vampire half human) named Damien Voltorie. Some whisper of Damien Voltorie as a modern-day wolf of Wall Street, while others deem him the nation's most captivating bachelor. But beneath the veneer of wealth and charm lies a secret: Damien is a thousand-year-old vampire, haunted by a traumatic past and determined to remain in the shadows. Yet, destiny has a different plan. As the last descendant of the once powerful Voltorie vampire dynastyt he is bound by an ancient prophecy to a brilliant human, Lauren Turner. A captain of special operations of the National division of intelligence (NDI) and a gifted surgeon, Lauren is his fated partner. Together, they hold the key to saving both the human and supernatural worlds from a resurrected evil that once obliterated his kingdom eons ago. Faced with a choice between prophecy and isolation, Damien must decide: Will he heed the call of destiny and fight to save the world, or will he allow it to burn as his kingdom did? Can he overcome the isolation of his immortal existence and embrace the warmth of a human love, or will he succumb to fear and run? Join us as we step into a realm where the veil between worlds is thin, and the fate of both human and supernatural rests on the choices of one reluctant vampire.

Nature never imposes love; it offers it gently, much like a fragile rose unfurling its petals in the morning light. ***** When Sydney's eyes locked with Jordan's, her heart danced a frantic rhythm, and words seemed to dissolve before they could leave her lips. His striking silver eyes glistened like precious stones, while his elegant black tuxedo highlighted every sculpted line of his face, transforming him into a dashing prince from a fairy tale. His warm, gentle smile wrapped around her like a tender embrace, and she felt as though she was yielding to the whispers of destiny. This was that electrifying moment of love at first sight, yet... Sydney's hand instinctively moved to her stomach as she dashed aside, swept up in a torrent of emotions. It wasn't just her heart that raced; her deepest anxieties stirred to life as well. L-O-V-E! Sydney Mia, renowned across the nation as a visionary director, had a clear mantra: "Conquer the world with my films, amass accolades, and secure an immortal legacy." Love was never part of the grand narrative, merely a faint echo in the distance. Yet, Jordan's presence was a gentle tremor, unsettling the core of her being and awakening a yearning she had never acknowledged. There was an undeniable uniqueness about Jordan. He was the calm amid chaos, a sanctuary where she could truly be herself and confront her demons. As she opened her eyes, her hand still quivering, their gazes intertwined once more. His silver eyes radiated an ethereal intensity, brimming with concern and tenderness. "Are you okay?" he inquired, his voice a soothing balm, like a gentle stream winding through a verdant glen. In that instant, Sydney felt her defenses beginning to crumble, her fears slowly unwinding. Could Jordan be the one to ignite her heart, to reveal that love was not a vulnerability, but a formidable force capable of moving mountains and breaking the chains of her deepest insecurities? Could he be the one to inspire her to rewrite her life's script, to place love in the starring role?

"From now on, you can stay in this room and live the rest of your life here for all I care," were the words that condemned Li Na to a lifetime of isolation and despair at the hands of her own family. Betrayed by her sister, Li Jing, who injected her with a lethal dose of poison, Li Na's world faded into darkness, filled with a deep sense of sadness and betrayal. But fate had a different plan for Li Na. Instead of the expected descent into the afterlife, she found herself transported to a new existence, her younger self staring back at her from the mirror. Overwhelmed by this inexplicable rebirth, tears welled in her eyes as she made a solemn vow to herself: to seek justice and make her family pay for the pain they had inflicted upon her. As Li Na battles with the struggles of her past, a new surprise awaits. … With their faces just an inch apart, he softly asked her, "Do you trust me?" tracing her lips with one finger, lightly.  With a quivering smile, she nodded and whispered, "Yes, I trust you." To her Tang Zheng was the light sent by the heavens to shed her tears away. As Li Na embraces this new chapter of her life, a veil of mystery envelopes her path. The shadows whisper, and destiny's secrets slowly unveil, shaping Li Na's fate in ways she never imagined. Note: Daily Updates

**A world based in the world of DND but not exactly like it. *DON'T think about the rules of DND when reading because remember, as it is a story, it will flow as I see fit. Not only that but I will be adding in spells and abilities to each class, that don't exist in regular dnd games. It will seem like an rpg game with dnd elements lol.** A young human slave that forgot everything except for a princess that called him 'elder brother' and taught him magic. A supposed cowardly gnome monk with drink in his very tightly wrapped hands. A halfling ranger constantly scratching at a black steel arrow with mysterious origins in her quiver. A seemingly cold but talented tiefling beauty with druidic powers that is rumored to be a loner and even hates... men? A half-giant barbarian with an often grizzly behavior. A drow with her head in the books and her hand on her pistol. All very different from one another. Each with fates of their own. But all these fates are converging into one as they all meet in an unexpected place. "ACCEPTING NEW APPLICANTS TO THE BEST ADVENTURING ACADEMY IN VANHAVEN!" A strange set of fates indeed.

"But this feels real," She whispered. Curiosity got the best of her as she went around the coffin, luckily, it wasn't locked. She took a deep breath before pulling it open. "Jesus Christ!" Rose exclaimed, putting her hand over her chest as she breathed hard. She stood frozen beside the coffin, staring at a young man with the most beautiful face she'd ever seen, lying still and comfortably inside the coffin. Was he dead? He looked so pale like he was dead and yet so beautiful to be called dead. Talk about gothic beauty. Rose knew she should be running for her life at that moment, but she felt something drawing her closer to the man in the coffin, she flashed her light closer to his face as she reached her hand down and placed it right under his nose to check if he was still breathing. No air, his nose bridge was cold as ice too. Rose was still busy staring at the man's face when she felt something very icy touch her arm, she felt her heart drop to her stomach as she slowly turned her head to look at her arm, that's when she saw the white, slim, masculine fingers wrapped tightly around her wrist. Her soul left her and her heart completely stopped beating, before starting to beat like a parade band in her chest. "Hail fucking Mary!" Rose whispered in a frightened tone, her lips quivered and her eyes widened unnaturally. She felt her legs become paralyzed from fear and unable to move or run. She dared to fearfully turn around and look at the man's face again, just to find his blood-colored eyes, staring icily at her. She was about to scream when the young man suddenly pulled her into his coffin with incredible speed, and the last thing she remembered was feeling how cold his body was before she felt an unnatural sleep overtake her. *** Rose Thiago was an ordinary human girl who loved reading dark fantasies but never believed in them. She suddenly gets warned by her best friend never to read those kinds of books again if she doesn't want to make herself visible to the dark creatures or evoke their world to herself, but she calls her bluff and reads them over and over again. On a field trip, Rose suddenly finds herself falling into an endless hole, and when she finally meets the solid ground, she discovers that it is no longer familiar ground. She gravely realized that just as her friend said, she'd finally drawn the dark world to herself. She somehow manages to bump herself into a beautiful man lying inside a coffin and dared to touch him just for the dead man to suddenly hold her hands and disappeared with her. In that moment, she came to believe that magical creatures did exist. And she was about to discover that she had the blood of the sun. Two thousand years ago, to survive a dreadful poison, The prince of the dark world, Cassius Levi, sought refuge in his healing grave, only to awaken when the right time for his revenge came. What he didn't expect was to be forcefully awakened by an undeserving mortal.

Tessa ran away from home to get married to the love of her life, David Winston. On David's birthday, and their three years marriage anniversary, Tessa caught David cheating on her with his childhood friend, Olivia George, a figure from a prestigious family.  She found out that the man she thought was her soulmate only married her because of his family inheritance, now that he had gotten it, she was no longer useful to him. It was time for she to go her own way, after three years of hardship and unfaithfulness.  Tessa picked the pen up and signed the divorce papers.  ‘These people, they have no idea who they are messing with’ David smirked.  “Tessa is from the countryside, I bet her family are local farmers... She can't do anything. Come to think of it, she never told me anything about her family. Perhaps they are beggars! In the countryside” Olivia George screamed.  “Tessa, you will pay for this, I will show you that I am from the George family!” Olivia's quivering tone was heard.  “David... I... I... thought you said she is from the countryside, her family are beggars! right? cos what in the devil's name is going on” Tessa's cheeks raised slowly.  “I forgot to introduce myself. I am Tessa Wood. From the number one mafia family in the country” “Tessa, you would be crowned the next heir to the Wood family, but you have to marry somebody from the military, that is your grandfather's last request”

Rytha: Bringer of Chaos tells the story of Rytha, a boy born into the illustrious Shirohaga Clan, known for their legendary strength and mystical abilities. From birth, he is celebrated as the clan’s future leader—until his hereditary powers fail to manifest. Disgraced, shunned, and labeled a failure, Rytha becomes the clan’s greatest disappointment. Amid the clan's disdain, a shadowy faction with knowledge of Rytha’s true potential sets their plan in motion. They frame him for the brutal massacre of his parents and several high-ranking members of the clan, casting him as a bloodthirsty murderer. Branded a traitor and exiled from his homeland, Rytha is sentenced to the most dangerous part of the spirit realm—Ivay—a place so treacherous that no human has ever survived its monstrous inhabitants. As Rytha’s powers finally awaken, he is forced to walk a dangerous path, grappling with newfound strength that borders on chaos and madness. Quiver warns him that the very power Rytha seeks to control has a dark side—one that, if unleashed, could not only destroy the Shirohaga Clan but also tear the fabric of the spirit realm apart. In this thrilling tale of exile, betrayal, and destiny, Rytha’s journey from weak to strong will determine the fate of both the physical and spirit realms. But will he become the hero the world needs—or the bringer of its destruction?

“Five… Four… Three… Two… One…” As the countdown towards the new year went on to the last second, Miles looked up to the sky, just as everybody else did. In the middle of the crowded street, Miles for once felt like he belonged. Being a teenage gamer, living with his parents, and trying to build a life as a streamer, he did not feel like leaving his room every day. But there, in the middle of that crowded street, with everyone around him paying attention to the sky, the countdown on the digital billboard, and mostly anything else but him., Miles felt like a ghost. A welcomed ghost, but a ghost, after all. With a smile on his unseen face, he looked up as the countdown reached one, and everybody sang in unison. ‘HAPPY NEW YEAR!” But Miles’ eyes widened as he watched in utter horror, and curiosity, even, hovering above him, a holographic screen with a few lines of text written in it. All around him, although he did not pay much attention to it, a few other people seemed to experience the same situation. [Updating home-world 39515’s version] [Version 20.25 update brings a lot of fun and games with the new and improved survival mode] [Do you want to convert your previous avatar to home-world 39515’s latest version?] [Yes] [No] “Survival… Mode” Miles’ lips quivered. Before he could think of anything else, though, the people around him began to scream…

From Riches to Realms ------ Strange events had begun to unfold:missing children, vanishing women, and widowed husbands—all while bodies disappeared without a trace. But worst of all— whispers around of the dead walking among the living. They said dead men tell no tales—until you force them silent. ....... Marie Antoine Lisette, or Liz as she preferred, never thought her life would spiral from riches to rags. She thought her future was set: a husband on the way, with gold, silver, pearls, lands, mansions, manors, and accounts she could scarcely keep track of. She had it all. But one fateful day, everything changed. Her head spun, her legs buckled, and then—darkness enveloped her. When she finally awakened, a circle of concerned faces surrounded her (her body) —friends and family, all eager for her recovery. Yet something felt amiss. When the prince arrived, Liz gushed, blushed, and her lips pursed as she shyly batted it at the prince. (Liz: Ew...) (???: So, you do like the prince) (Liz: What prince? Who?) As Liz opened her eyes again, a spiders crept through the damp wall. Her luxurious clothes had vanished, replaced by rags, and her hair lay matted and dirty. "A prison cell," she thought. Her voice quivered on the brink of tears, "My luxurious life." (???: About the prince...) "What could he possibly have to complain about?” she snarked. "..." When your world unravels in the most bewildering ways, do you ignore it or seek the truth? And when those answers come, will you accept them, or will they shatter everything you believe? **Presenting Liz, the first novel of yours truly for fun.** Follow her on her journey—a thrilling quest where adventure and budding romance await amidst danger and mystery. ----‐---‐--‐------‐--------‐-‐--‐------------------------ Cover from: ChatGpt **and, a word, from the author. a bit of support is always welcome if I should continue this or not. Of course, I did this for fun but, a little motivation is nice and even reviews or a little well-intended criticism is good.***

As the last of the mist was expelled from her lips the man holding onto her stiffened further. He could only watch on helplessly as her silver eyes that used to glower at him with disdain slowly dim. His hands quiver out of despair and helplessness. "Wang Lan Biyu, keep your eyes on me. Do not fade away yet, do you hear me? I don't permit you to die!" The woman's pale face splashed with bits of blood rose into a weak disdainful smile. "You-*gasp..still want *gasp to act better than me..in the end*cough-" His eyes redden as another splash of red covers her pale lips. "Lan Biyu..." "-Chuanli*cough my guqin from master,...you hold onto it for me...ok?" Her last sentence was a faint weak whisper before her eyes flutter close shaking his heart and rattling his mind. "Lan Biyu!" ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ -Please be civilized and don't steal my cover as your own.

Experiencing a suffocating marriage with the man whom she was arranged to marry made Joanna want to leave him. But it was a failure as she died as the wife of the man who abandoned her and her son before they divorced. On the verge of her death, she made a wish to not encounter him again if there was a next life. She wished for the end of their fate only in this lifetime. She wanted to forget everything about him. However, when she opened her eyes again, she found herself in the room of the mansion of the man she just married. She was awakened by a dream that seemed to be a nightmare of her past life. She didn’t remember completely everything that had occurred in her past life and the dream was fragmented. But deep inside her heart, she only felt one thing. She was adamant about leaving him, to be far away from him. Therefore, she left his mansion just before she met him in person in the present lifetime. However, what she didn’t expect was that the so-called husband pursued her, not allowing her to leave him. Would Joanna be successful in leaving the man in this lifetime? Would fate play the same tragedy as her past life? --- As he pulled his finger away from her soft, warm lips, he said, “It is good you stopped winding up, Joanna. Otherwise, I would have used the other method to make you stop blabbering over the same, boring topic endlessly.” When he noticed the stubborn woman was about to prove herself to be stubborn, the man leaned forward in a swift movement, facing the woman’s stupefied face which was an inch away from his. “Continue to blabbering, don’t blame me if I apply my other method right now,” the man murmured above her breath, trailing his gaze from her quivering eyes to her lips before moving it back to her now widened eyes. --- *Cover doesn’t belong to the author. Credit to the artist/owner.

“You said you would leave me alone!” She snarled into his direction. “What the fuck are you doing in my bedroom?” “Pleasuring you.” He cooed before raising his shiny fingers, “Look how you coat me. How wet you are, Leah.” She stared at the glistening fingers in the moonlight. Gulping at the sight of them, she sighed wearily before turning her eyes to him, “Lea-Ahh..” she moaned as he plunged his fingers inside, one by one, leisurely with no hurry, making her her legs quiver. “God..” “God?” He whispered against her ear, “No god, sweetness. Just me.” . ****** It was a dream to live like Leah Adams. And it was something she wished for once every day when she looked at her classmate. It was just a wish, a little thought she had. Until it came true, quite literally. The opportunity was thrown in her lap by no one other than Leah’s Adams father. She had to behave like his daughter, study like his daughter and rule a school like his daughter would. But with her broken mind and spirit, it was easily said and done especially when she had no home to go back to. The home that was burned forever. ***** Dark romance. You have been warned.

El Rey's menacing gaze bores into the waitress, his jaw clenched tight as he awaits her response. The crowd watches in silence, each person understanding the dire consequences of the situation, yet none willing to interfere. Finally, the waitress speaks, her voice barely above a whisper. "Yes, sir," she stammers, her body trembling as she sinks to her knees, resigned to her fate. As the waitress lowers herself to the ground, El Rey's gaze travels downward, lingering on the curves of her exposed cleavage. Her meager uniform leaves little to the imagination, the fabric straining against her voluptuous figure. A smirk begins to creep across El Rey's face as he watches her, his eyes glinting with newfound interest. The situation may be to his advantage after all, he thinks, a dark hunger stirring within him. In a fluid motion, El Rey approaches the quivering waitress, enveloping her in a cloud of smoke. With his free hand, he reaches for the name tag on her chest, giving it a playful flick with his thumb. A predatory grin stretches across his face as he studies the name on the tag, savoring the moment. "Maria," he purrs, his voice low and silky as he leans in close, the heat of his breath tickling her ear. "You're going to make this up to me, aren't you, Maria?"

I quiver as he snakes his arm around my waist with his lips behind my ear whispering, "So what would you say about my proposal, Zelda?" Peering into his eyes with a smile on my lips, I entangle him in a hug and plunge the knife at his back taking him by surprise. Slowly, he goes limp in my arms falling on his knees before me while staring at me and not uttering a word. Leaning forward, I give him a peck as a tear escapes from my eyes. "I'm sorry, either way it's meant to come to this." I say giving a him final look before twisting the knife further at his back, leaving him to bleed to death. ***** Griselda Capell, a seemingly average young lady with hidden abilities has only one ambition in life, 'to become successful and find a fairytale type of love'. Her dreams come crashing down when she's sold off to the Royal pure blooded Garcia's family as a mistress to the heir, Aidan. Slowly, she entertains the idea that life with Aidan doesn't seem all bad as they rather fall in love. Soon, her hidden abilities are slowly discovered and harnessed, with emissaries of the Venine temple whisking her away and intimating of her role and destiny in life. Plots, twists and turns ensue as her destiny which she's expected to fulfill is in stark contrast with Aidan's, which harshly drifts them apart and turns her into a version of herself she had never dreamt of, a monster as some may call her. With a mass of powers at the tip of her fingers, tons of army at her command, Griselda turns out to be Aidan's most dreaded enemy, fear and weakness. A entrancing tale of love and hate, lovers to enemies, both expected to do away with each other, which will survive?

Mind is a powerful place, there is a saying goes everything you think strongly will become reality. But what if your mind is not your own? what if inside your mind there are beings that can influence your judgment of the world? Make you think what they want you to think, make you feel what they want you to feel, and make you only see what they want you to see. That's what happened to Hendra. He is a DID patient (Dissociative Identity Disorder). Inside his mind live someone who calls himself The Hypocrite. Because of him Hendra always feels like he is living inside a bleak-toned horror film. He makes Hendra assumes that the people around him have evil intentions to harm him. At first, there is only The Hypocrite who lives inside his mind but something happens that makes new personalities born. Percha Island Online is the world's first full-dive MMORPG. A game that comes from a very mysterious origin of the foreign world Nevergan Heaven Universe. A game that can make the soul of the player mutated to become something as powerful as a god! When Hendra played it, he made his character into a cat girl of his dreams named Leona. However, unknowingly, Leona really came to life in Percha Island Online and became the third personality. Leona's pervert-narcissistic-bird-mush-brain-catnip overdose cat (this term is according to The Hypocrite, and it will become longer as the stories go on) makes Hendra's life becomes more and more complicated. Girls who had never been present in life before became sights he kept seeing and the family he had always shunned before became so close that it made his chest constrict. Not only that because of this, something that was locked up by The Hypocrite awakens. Something that holds a memory that holds secrets about Hendra's bloodline origin. The Bloodline that is directly related to the alien invader is known as The Green One. This is the story about The Hypocrite(s) ----------- The Queen of South sighed and looked at Leona with a pity "You can't advance to realm of Legends. Not with your soul right know." Leona flinched, she had a bad feeling, her cat ears twitched, and with quivering pink lips, she asked "What do you mean?" The Queen of South sigh for the second time "Every Legend is unique, because every Legend will hold the power of Gods! The rule the aspect and manifest the form of the god! Maybe right know you rule the aspect of love but it's because you are the manifestation of love."  The Queen of South stopped and narrowed her eyes, "But the two soul inside your body is not manifestation of Love! They more like manifestation of greed and sloth! How can such impurity will manifest into something so pure such love? The only thing you can do to become Legend right know is to kill the two soul inside your mind! Only one from the three of you can live and reach the realm of Legend, becoming a God of Percha Island!" Leona startled "What!!!" {The Hypocrite: What!!!} {Hendra: What!!!} (Disclaimer: The cover art isn't mine. I found it on Pinterest and edited it. If the original artist wishes for it to be removed, please contact me. This novel was edited by Thomas Shelby#9780, if you want him to edit your novel too please contact him via discord. Update 1 chapter/day Bonus Chapter (per week): 100 power stone = 1st Bonus Chapter 300 power stone = 2nd Bonus Chapter 700 power stone = 3rd Bonus Chapter 1500 power stone = 4th Bonus Chapter Join our discord server and be BugatiCatForm's family. https://discord.gg/zdCWnZbP)

Excerpt* As Cian removed his jacket, revealing a serpent-like tattoo on his chest, a chill ran down her spine. “Who sent you?” she asked, her voice quivering as she clutched the sheets tightly around her. Cian smirked, “Which insignificant creature would dare to command me?” Confused, she glanced at the doors, praying for someone to walk in and save her from this dangerous stranger. “Then why are you here?” she managed to ask, her heart pounding in her chest. Cian casually tossed his jacket onto the nearest chair, revealing his muscular chest and the glowing, serpent-like tattoo that coiled around it. “For you, sweetheart,” he replied, his voice deep and seductive. She stared into his piercing, emerald-green eyes, awed by their luminescence. They seemed to pierce right through her, illuminating her heart and igniting a fire within her that she couldn’t quite extinguish. As Cian moved closer, he bent down to look her directly in the eyes, his gaze penetrating. “Marry me,” he whispered, his voice low and dangerous. She recoiled in horror, pushing his hand away as she tried to back away from him. “Pardon me, my Lord, but I must refuse your offer,” she said, her voice shaking with fear. Cian let out a low, sinister laugh as he pulled off his shirt, revealing the full extent of the tattoo that seemed to writhe and twist on his skin. He crawled onto the bed, pinning her down as he loomed over her. She struggled against him, trying to break free from his grip, but he was too strong. He leaned in close, his breath hot against her skin as he whispered, “Sweetheart, what is mine is mine, and what is yours is mine.” “She froze, her heart racing as she realized the danger she was in and how ridiculously aroused she was getting. Cian, with his piercing gaze and devilish grin, knew exactly what he was doing.

The Trials are about to begin; Seraphim looks to the past to learn about her uncertain future. Being a Celestial Arborist has never been easy; and soon she learns there are more secrets to unfold. Will she abandon everything she knows in search of the truth? Check out our other story Snow White and Her Vampire King. Updates on Mondays. http://wbnv.in/a/1dibx6X “Harriette,” she whispered, her voice trembling, “we need to go. Now.”  The temperature dropped around them, Seraphim could see her breath, and her breathing was ragged as it drew in the sharp air.  Harriette’s body began to quiver as she too, sensed the shift in the air. But before they could move, a figure emerged from the shadows of the trees. It was unlike anything Seraphim had ever seen—a towering, hunched creature cloaked in darkness. Its eyes glowed faintly, twin orbs of eerie green light. The gaze seemed to pierce through her, seeping into her very soul. “Don’t look at it!” Seraphim hissed, grabbing Harriette’s arm and pulling her back. “Whatever you do, don’t meet its eyes!” The sisters stumbled backward, the creature’s guttural growl vibrating through the air. Seraphim’s heart pounded as she tried to remember the stories she had heard—legends of beasts that roamed beyond the wall, their gaze capable of paralyzing even the bravest of souls. They turned to flee, crashing through the underbrush in a desperate attempt to escape. But the creature was fast, its heavy footsteps thundering behind them.

As Mia drove through the bustling city streets, her heart began to race—not from the traffic, but from the chilling knowledge that a bomb had been planted in her car. The news had come through a frantic message on her phone, a warning from an anonymous source that sent her spiraling into a state of panic. She gripped the steering wheel tightly, her knuckles turning white as she fought to maintain control. With every red light, her dread deepened. She knew that the moment she stopped the car, the bomb would detonate. The thought of leaving her Lysander behind filled her with a profound sense of sorrow. They had so many plans, dreams of a future together that now felt impossibly distant. With trembling hands, she picked up her phone and dialed Lysander’s number. “Mi Amore?” Lysander’s voice came through, laced with concern. “What’s wrong?” Mia smiled sadly, he could always tell when something was bothering her and yet she was going to leave him. “Lysander , I need you to listen to me,” she said, her voice quivering. “ You’re a very great person. I never thought I would find this type of love. I only thought love like this was just a fairytale. But you….you….” Mia paused taking in a deep breath. “Anna? What’s happening? Is something wrong? You’re scaring me.” Tears rolled down her cheeks as she turned her head towards the backseat where the bomb sat. How could she tell this to Lysander? She was going to die and leave him. She was going to leave him alone with the thoughts and dreams they shared. Silence hung heavy on the line, and Anna could almost hear the rapid beating of her heart. “I just found out…… I… I don’t have much time,” she choked out, tears streaming down her cheeks. “I’m so sorry, love. I won’t be able to see you again.” “Don’t say that! We’ll figure this out! Just tell me what’s happening? ” he urged, desperation creeping into his tone. “No, please, just listen. It’s too late now. I love you so much, and I want you to remember that. You’ve made my life so beautiful. I wish I could hold you one last time.” Her voice broke as she fought to keep her composure. “Anna, don’t—” “I have to go, Lysander . Just know that I’m always with you.” With that, she hung up, her heart shattering into a million pieces. She looked at the cliff ahead of her and stepped on the gas, the car racing towards the cliff. ************* In the heart of a bustling college town, twenty-year-old Anna Mia Harper is juggling classes, bills, and a growing sense of despair as an orphan navigating life on her own. Desperate for cash, she stumbles upon a peculiar job listing: a grave cleaner and companion for the dead at the local cemetery, promising a month’s rent for just one night of work. Excited by the prospect, Anna Mia arrives under the eerie glow of the moon, ready to face whatever the night may bring. But when she encounters a mysterious man lounging atop a tombstone—one who bears a striking resemblance to a deceased local legend—her heart races. Is he a ghost, a trick of the light, or something more sinister?

Rajani sighed deeply as her beautiful eyes became glassy like diamonds. "Yeah, but listen. I get why Beauty fell in love with the Beast, but it doesn’t change who Helel is. I wish there was a magical rose or kiss that could turn him into a charming, loving prince but there isn't. All Helel Faye will ever be is a beast. A cold-hearted, ruthless beast that has no empathy or regard for any living thing! All he cares about is himself-" "Rajani," a soft, deep, feminine voice said as a caring hand caressed Rajani's quivering shoulder. "It's okay. If Helel wants to be a ruthless animal, just let him be. He's not important. Everyday is something new about him, and by saying all this shit about him - it makes you look obsessed... and crazy." Rajani stood up from her chair and started yelling at her friend like a mad woman. She was furious at her - after all this time of venting her struggles and frustration to her, she decides to call her crazy and obsessed? Rajani was tired of people calling her crazy, mentally-ill, unhinged, and clinically-insane. She believed that she wasn't crazy at all, it was just that no one understood her. No one understood that her every action was all because of Helel Faye. Rajani regretted the day she decided to break her perfect, loving ex-boyfriend's trust and submit to Helel Faye. She dreaded the fact that she gave her boyfriend all sorts of mental disorders and illnesses like depression and anxiety. Now Rajani hated herself even more than her ex did. She was only trying to get the best for everyone she loved but she just ended up doing the polar opposite.

#Toxic Love #Obsession #Betrayal #Vengeance “Don’t blame me, Love. For it’s you who forced my hand.” In her entire lifetime, she had only loved one man. And that man, was the very person who had betrayed her and left her for another woman. === Riize was born a failure of a demon with no horn and visually impaired. Fortunately, miracles did exist and when it came to fall upon her, her pathetic life took a huge turn. She awakened her demonic abilities and even get herself a handsome lover! Riize thought that her life would be a path of flowers from that moment onwards, until the entirety of her bright future shattered upon her lover’s painful betrayal. Returning back to the useless demon she was once, Riize vowed to take revenge against that dog pair of a man and woman for cheating on her. But, with her powers now gone, would she be able to exact her revenge? What about the red-haired retriever who kept on professing his love for her at any chance? What exactly did the retriever want from her? Love? Hah. Riize had only one thing to say, “Utterly Ridiculous.” === Excerpt: “Tell me the truth. If I hadn’t took the gamble and broke your trust, would you still stay by my side, even if you found out that I was never the person you thought to be?” His cold voice quivered at the very end as if his entire being was on the verge of falling apart. Riize clutched her fingers, not daring to raise her eyes as she was afraid that her strong resolution would crumble the moment she saw his miserable state. “Yes.” Her voice was firm, leaving no space for doubt to bloom. “I wouldn’t have left as for the least, for once at that time, I had come to love you not because of whatever you are in the past but because, I learnt to embrace your shortcomings and desire you for whoever you are.” === [WARNING: SUGGESTIVE CONTENTS, MILD DEPICTION OF VIOLENCE?]

#completed!!! As Sophia lay beneath Ragnar, she watched in awe as a primal energy surged through him. Ragnar's body trembled, his muscles tensing and freezing in place, as the runes coursing through him glowed with an intense crimson hue. It was as if a vibrant river of power flowed within him, originating from his heart and branching out to every inch of his being. His nails elongated and sharpened, while his canines protruded from his pristine row of teeth, revealing his primal nature. Ragnar's body quivered as the remnants of the ancient entity receded. His breaths came in ragged bursts, his eyes fluttering open to reveal a mix of relief and anguish. "Ragnar...," Sophia's voice trembled as she called out Ragnar's name. Ragnar startled, slowly opening his eyes. His irises slitted, elongating like those of a reptile. The orbs mirrored Ymat's, an exact reflection of his dragon's eyes. Sophia's jaw dropped in astonishment. So, this was the birth defect he had concealed all this time. ~~~ #completed #war #kingdombuilding #loveaftermarriage #politics #multiplecouple #mutant #princess #diplomacy #heartwarming “All is fair in love and war” Prince Ragnar Clementine, suddenly appointed Lady Sophia Mary, the leader of mystical healer clan, to be his war prize after protecting Cescil Kingdom. However, Sophia had already been married to her husband of three years, Sir Arthur George, though they had yet to have a child. Yet, deep within Sophia's core, a hunger for Ragnar grew, a hunger that consumed her body and soul. In a world where duty and passion collide, will they succumb to the depths of their hunger or find the way to resist? ~~~ WARNING: - THE COVER BOOK IS COMMISSIONED - READ THE HASHTAG!!! - Slow burn type love story - Not smut centered story! - Mature contents and R18+ explicit in later chapters, approximately chapter 60 above. - I give warning at the beginning of chapters! ~ ~ ~ other works: - Sequel: Undressed by the half beast King #completed - Wolfdale: Blood of The Moon - Mafia Princess: Raised by Wolves - The Man of My Bitterest Lesson #completed

At day, he is the respectful, charming and simple Duke of Belmont. At night, he is a ruthless and deadly vampire, a threat to the society. And, pretty but, naive Ember Hall, had managed to capture his heart. However, she was unaware of the doom that accompanied capturing the heart of the Duke Dallas. For all she knew, he was the charming, respectful Duke. But, oh how was she so wrong! He was the total opposite of everything he feigned to be. Dallas is danger. He breathes danger. Speaks danger. Every word from his lips is a promise of danger. And, when the weary sun retires into the depth of the sky at night, immediately replaced by the bright moon, Dallas eyes blares a daring red, his teeth grows it fangs and ruthlessly, he devours like a starving predator. And, he won't stop until he is soaked in blood. ~ And, dead in the eyes, he looked at me. “Yes, I'm the devil. I thirst for blood and no matter how much you run, I will always find you. You can't escape me, Ember. I'm yours, forever. Till death do us path.” He whispered, brushing a kiss on her quivering lips.

~Audrey, if you dare try to reject me again or even try to think of it, I will take you to the highest mountains, where the whole world can see us, I will claim you as mine and no one else, not even your proclaimed lover can reverse that.~ Audrey Lane, A Mateless She-wolf who was brought up in a brothel as a dancer after her pack was raided and her parents were killed gets herself entangled with Alpha Vincent Cruz; A heartbroken Alpha who was still obsessed with his ex-lover, Hazel, who was a human. Alpha Vince comes from a ruthless werewolf Mafia family. Well-known for their power, wealth, and dominance across many countries. Vince was the oldest son and Alpha of the Blood-Feast Pack. The most-feared werewolf packs in the whole of the city. Powerful and strongest amongst his numerous brothers. Unbeknownst to Audrey that she was Vince's mate. Vince who intended to use Audrey to make Hazel jealous found himself falling deeply for Audrey. After rejecting her for Hazel who came back after three years. Excerpt: I instantly kicked the dress under the bed as I saw Vincent approaching, He was quick to grab my waist and pull me close to his body. "W-what are you doing, Vin?" I asked, my fragile little voice quivering fearfully from his touch. "Sniffing you to find out whose strange scent has covered you all over," Vin spoke under his deep breath and I stared at him questionably, trying to understand what he meant. "That isn't necessary. It was just a dance." I tried to explain to him. "I know, it doesn't change the fact that other men watched and lust over you." "Now tell me, Who was it? I can smell him all over you. tell me! why did he touch you?" He growled at me. I could sense his anger and his gleaming yellow eyes scared me.

In a world where mastery over the elements defines power, Arin starts as a nobody—a weak, unremarkable orphan with no known family and no natural talent. But when a twist of fate unlocks his ability to harness the ancient elemental arts, his journey from weak to strong begins. Gifted with the potential to command Earth, Fire, Wind, Water, and Space, Arin’s cultivation grows rapidly, though not without a few missteps, unexpected luck, and comical failures. Along the way, he encounters powerful masters, ruthless enemies, and unexpected allies, each with their own elemental abilities. As he progresses, Arin learns the dangers of arrogance, the value of patience, and the true meaning of strength. But the road to power isn't easy. Ancient forces stir in the shadows—none more dangerous than Arcane, a legendary figure feared across realms. Even Arin's masters pale in comparison to Arcane's strength, yet his mysterious history hints at more than just villainy. In the background looms a greater threat: the Foreseer Clan, a group controlling entire universes, bent on domination. Arin’s destiny is tied to the very balance of the cosmos, but how can he face such overwhelming forces when even his mentors quiver in fear?

TRIGGER WARNING!!! This is rated 18+. Alpha Parthe is as dark as described. If you are not into dark romance, please, in the name of everything holy... ***Excerpt*** "My breath just made you quiver," He leaned closer so that I could almost taste his breath, "...Then imagine what my tongue would do." "I warned you not to play with fire if you are afraid of flames," He added, his voice hoarse with need. My plump lips parted in response, "I am not afraid to burn for what I love." I had just stirred something in him that had lay dormant all his life. "Then so be it... Princess." *** She was an angel craving chaos. He was a demon craving peace. She knew he was hell, yet she chose to burn with him. It takes a special kind of woman to handle his darkness and tame his demons. Alpha Parthe comes from a bloodline of cursed Alphas. They are endlessly consumed by the need to track and kill prey and offenders, constantly plagued by the scent of blood. The more they kill, the more they want to kill. It only gets worse on every full moon. What happens when there is no prey to kill? They become a threat to their loved ones. No one mated to an Alpha from the Wild Wolf pack ever lived more than two years. And every Alpha from that lineage dies at thirty-three due to the curse. Parthe, determined to let the curse end in his own lifetime, vowed never to have a mate nor bear a son. But these vows crumble the moment he crosses paths with a girl he considers 'little and insignificant.' The fate of poor Luxuria of the Ash Mountain pack, who was set to marry the love of her life, Beta Kahel, takes a drastic turn when she finds out she was mated to this cursed Alpha, whom she dreaded with all her life. What happens when his curse gradually begins to seep into Luxuria, the one woman who was meant to be his remedy?

After the death of her parents at the hands of traitors in their pack, Selene was taken in by a pack that didn’t want her. Her fate would remain undecided until her eighteenth birthday when she would face a fate far worse than death. Their crime: being rogue. As Selene waited for her sentence to be handed down, fate intervened. Little did she know that death would’ve been the easy way out. Dexter Sterling, the Lycan prince of the Valoria Kingdom, was the last remaining Royal of his line. The Valoria Kingdom, known for its rule over all the packs. Prince Dexter was visiting the Dark Moon pack, After taking an interest in the girl, he orders her Alpha to hand her over. It doesn’t take long until his obsession with her takes over and turns into something else when he makes her his bride. She was soon brought to the Royal Training Ground, where her fate changed forever. His feelings may be more than either of them bargained for when secrets are revealed—ones that could tear them apart. Love or vengeance? What would happen to them on the training ground? What would she choose between love and hatred? And what was the prince's secret? ~Excerpt~ "Why did you bring me here? You could have left me, and yet... why am I here, Dexter?" Selene asked, Her voice quivers, caught between disbelief and hate. "You think I wanted this? I didn't choose you, Selene. The pack... they demanded it. But now that you're here, I can’t let you go." Alpha Dexter said with an expression hard to read. "I’m nothing to you, How am I supposed to trust anything you say?" He moves closer, his voice dropping to a whisper that sends a shiver through her. "You don’t have to trust me. But you should know, from this moment on, you’re under my protection. I’ll do whatever it takes to keep you safe, whether you want me to or not”

[Dark Romance, Mature Content +18] Sui Yan, 26, was a young wolf hybrid living in the life of unlimited debts that her scum father graciously left.  With limited education and almost no qualification in anything, she could do nothing but work as a dealer in an illegal casino. Fortunately, the wages were enough to keep the debt collectors from constantly biting her tail.  In her darkest of times, her salvation came in the form of a devil in disguise, Mikhail Romanovich Alexeyev– the youngest CEO of one of Russia's biggest corporations and a well-known philanthropist, who bulldozed his way in her life with the force of a rocket.  This man spoke of nothing but sweet promises to break her off her shackles. In desperation to escape the clutches of debts, stalker's obsession, and crazy scientists, she succumbed into the sweet honeytrap.  Little did she know that making a deal with a wolf in sheep's clothing may be the biggest mistake she's ever made.  "To think that I landed such an enticing and rare catch," Mikhail said with a low curve of his lips, caressing the small quivering back bent over the table. A smirk stretched across his lips as he leaned over and whispered in the wolf's ears.  "I have to say, you are worthy of my collections." Disclaimer: This is mature content and a dark romance, with a little of papapa. Read at your own risk. *The cover is commissioned art, all rights belong to me and the artist, Lia Audelia.* Update schedule: On hold until further notice

**{WARNING: This is Mature content.}** The tension in the air was clear, matching the fiery gaze of Zephyros as he loomed over the quivering prince, his breath scorching against Owen's exposed skin. Every word that fell from his lips carried a weight that seemed to press down on them, each syllable dripping with fierce determination that sent a delicious shiver down Owen's spine. "I will claim you as my own, my bride and my soul, Prince Owen Rykhard, no matter the cost. Heaven and Hell themselves will not stand in my way..." Owen's heart raced in his chest, his body thrumming from the sheer power of Zephyros's words. There was a primal, ancient allure in his eyes, a force that pulled at Owen's very core, beckoning him closer even as his instincts screamed for him to resist. The magnetic pull between them was undeniable, drawing them together in a dance of lust. Escape was impossible. Neil (Owen) was bound to a mission to locate the twelve shattered shards of the Demon King's soul and reforge them to prevent a cataclysmic end. The stakes were unimaginably high, as the universe would cease to exist if the shards became unstable. Neil navigated through perilous worlds with his fairy system, carrying the weight of his burden and the ache in his heart from memories of the Demon King he once loved. Would he find peace with his beloved in this world, or be left alone with the ghost of his past? Owen felt a spark ignite within him as Zephyros's touch brushed against his cheek, signaling a battle of hearts and worlds with an uncertain outcome. Love and fate intertwined in a world where heaven and hell blurred, and the greatest victory lay in winning the heart of the one destined to be protected.

The sound of the alarm went off. I bit my nails in fear as I turned to the hole. "What was that?" I whispered to him, looking through the small hole. I could see Jun Yeong's eyes quivering in fear. He looks at me and back at the metal door. "It's the murder alarm...he kills people at 3am sharp every Sunday."

"Call me God and I will treat you as a benevolent servant worthy of blessings. Say I am the Devil and I will drench your world in blood and despair." These were the words spoken by Sir Mouse as a thousand enemies surrounded him. From his youth he could only look up to the heavens, but just as all his enemies before, It is now under his feet quivering. If so be the case, why would he care what The Gods' Decree? Gods or Devils it matters not. As they too will have to call him by the only name they dare to utter, Sir Mouse. His path is to be one that is unhindered by any shackles and he intend to keep it that way. Will you join him on this journey to becoming the existence who is forbidden? Support on Patreon patreon.com/Lordofsleep