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Motherless Femdom

I Become The Moon Goddess

"I'll always choose you, even if that means I have to defy Gods." Thousands of years ago, werewolves lived in hiding, terrified that their small number would go extinct under the human’s cruel act. Thousands of years later, they rose in power and commenced an all-out war against the human race. And they won, spectacularly. They could have sat on the pinnacle of life if not for the plague. The disease spread only among werewolves and the Infected would gradually lose their minds and transform into malevolent, bloodthirsty creatures; one that threatened the lives of werewolves and human survivors alike. There was no cure, the same way as nobody knew where the plague came from or how it spread all around the world. The world was heading to its destruction. The moon no longer shone, ocean tides fell and drought spread everywhere, the night was so dark that they were unable to see the hands in front of their faces, and the length of each day turned shorter and shorter. They called it ‘The Moon’s Curse’ as they believed that the Moon Goddess was enraged by their greed and tyranny thus decided to inflict punishment on them. Amidst such precarious times, Shalei awoke and found herself at an utter loss. The last thing she remembered was being kidnapped from school and the syringe that was stabbed into her neck, rendering her unconscious and then…nothing. As if the presence of werewolves wasn’t shocking enough in her otherwise ordinary and mundane life, Shalei was suddenly acknowledged as the Moon Goddess? What the hell was going on?! She definitely didn’t sign up for this! Delve into the fantasy world of werewolf virus outbreak, gods and mythical beasts along with Shalei and her self-proclaimed knight — a brooding, sweet and protective Alpha. And unbeknownst to Shalei, another dark, mysterious figure had been secretly watching over her for a very, very long time. Someone who might just be the answer to everything. *** Additional tags: sci-fi, adventure, action, monster, past plays a big part, love interest fall in love first, mental trauma, childhood abuse, tragedy, gore, reincarnation, demons and gods, femdom, dom/sub undertones, light BDSM Find me on: Instagram: delanasiwarka Discord server: bit.ly/delanadiscord Discord: delanasiwarka#1490 Cover owned by author
delanasiwarka · 71.6K Views

The Devil Lackey

The bloodied and battered body fell to the ground with an ominous thud. Leona breath stuck in her throat as her slid further in the dark. He didn’t see her. She hoped the murderer didn’t see or hear her. “Tsk.” She heard the Demon Prince, Ryan click his tongue as his sword dripped the victim’s blood tainting the Phoenix Palace pristine floor. He was humming a foreign tune offhandedly. Her blood ran cold as he bent and grabbed the dead Marquis by his hair and threw him aside out of entryway. The deceased had committed a list of heinous crimes but not even the Imperial Army dared touch him. She was inside the closet and buried herself further in, getting away from the ajar door that displayed horrors. “Won’t you come out?” His casual indifferent comment after a bored sigh halted her. She cupped her mouth not to utter a single word as tears streamed down her face. She prayed he would leave without discovering her. But her brightest stars were hidden behind a cloudy sky today because she heard next the footsteps tearing the silence of the night. Her heart thumped together to join the rhythm as his humming went on. The wardrobe door opened with a dreadful creak and her breathing turned uneven. He smirked with wide amused eyes. “Is that a snoopy rat I see?” Leona shook her head as her body shook, “I-I didn’t see anything!” “Of course, you didn’t.” He whispered through his dimpled smile. He held her flailing wrist and pulled her out of the closet with a single pull that made her lose balance and fall on his chest. As she landed, she squirmed to get out of his arms but he pushed her on the now shut closet. “Please! Don’t kill me, please!” He tipped her head up with his index finger under her chin and hummed, “Duke’s Croft only daughter, motherless, prominent socialite, heir of the Penta mines.” He was listing off her life assets? “Please…” He scoffed as his bloodied gloved hand cupped her face, “Don’t be ridiculous, sweetheart. Why would I do that?” He kissed her sweaty temple “You are going to be a perfect lover.” . Leona Croft isn’t your normal girl; she was assassinated at the age of 21, a day before her wedding with the Second Prince, Sean. But God had mercy on her and she is reborn four years earlier. It took her dying to realize she regretted too many things, to list a few, her loveless engagement, her miserable status as her step-mother’s puppet in the family and whatever dragged her under her killer’s blade. This time she wants to do it right: find love, covet wealth and live a life of privileges. But wait! Why is the ruthless crazy Crown Prince forcing her in a corner to be his wife and accomplice in his life of crime after, just because she witnessed him committing a murder of the corrupt Marquis?! Is her life going to spiral out of control once more?! Or does the Crown Prince want more than her wicked brains?
Saberina_Sol · 2.5K Views

fireflies and waterfalls

TRIGGER WARNING: mentions of suicide, depression, death, and rape. Do not read if you can not handle these topics. Also this book is meant to be slightly a horror novel. this book is about a sixteen year old girl named Victoria who moved into a small town for a fresh start after her mother died. Little did she know what would go down in the town. Mysterious disappearances that can't be explained. An untraceable virus? Victoria and her two other friends try to get to the bottom of it. -------------------------------------------------- epilogue:   Dad would always say that our mom used to take me to the waterfall when I was a kid.   I don't really remember this of course. I was only four when she did, but we would catch fireflies and she'd tell me I was her beautiful Angel. When my brother got old enough she would take him there since I felt I was too old to catch fireflies and play in the water. I do have memories of my mother, it's only been eight months since she's passed. I'm sixteen now and unlike most girls my age who go out and do drugs do to peer pressure with their friends, I've been home schooled for the past eleven years due to my mother thinking the bullying would lead to depression later in life. I don't have friends or anyone to talk to. My mother was my only friend and now she's gone.   It's not like I can look for any comfort nor company in my father now these days. He's been a ghost since mom passed. Meaninglessly roaming around the house bumping into things as he goes, not really paying attention to what he's doing. My brother is too young to deal with this type of loss being only six. I know that dad tries his best with us in the sense of being there, but no matter how many fake smiles he puts on I still hear him crying in his room some nights. With that being said I'm the one who does the comforting in my family and together, yet alone, we cry.   I thought it was going to be like this for the rest of our lives. I never planned to move out at eighteen because I didn't want to leave my father here alone to rot. A shell of his former self slowly decaying along with the house. With my little brother being motherless and pretty much fatherless I had to learn to be a parent and raise him the best that I can. I'm guessing my dad had different plans. He burst into my room early one morning without warning. "I need you to pack you and your brother's stuff. We're leaving to Oregon. Please pack as light as possible. You'll have time to choose what you want to keep or leave because you have two weeks." ------------------- Cover artist: Roxanne Jane Black insta: roxanne.janeblack
QingMojidori · 18.7K Views
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