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A Dangerous Obsession

Three rejections. Three shattered dreams. That was Layla’s reality, all because she was different—a half-shifter in a world obsessed with purity. Ostracized, shunned, and finally sold off like a pawn to the most feared ruler alive—the Lycan King. He was ruthless, a king with a graveyard of brides, each one a ghostly reminder of a fate worse than death. Layla loathed him. Hated the way his gaze cold and fathomless, held no warmth for her. Hated how his touch, both thrilling and terrifying, sent an uninvited chill down her spine. --- “I hate you!” I screamed, hands clenched so tight my knuckles ached. He sighed, a smirk curling at the edge of his lips, his tone mocking as he closed his book with a deliberate snap. “Stressed, are we?” he asked, strolling toward me, each step reminding me exactly who held the power here. “Lucky for you,” he drawled, rolling up his sleeves as he stopped just inches away, “I know exactly 70 ways to ease those nerves.” His fingers brushed my cheek, a touch that seemed to burn into my skin. “The first… a hug.” His voice dropped to a rough whisper as he leaned in, breath hot against my ear. “And the rest... well, that's 69? what do you say about that?" I swallowed hard, my heart thudding wildly as he tilted his head, waiting for me to react, that insufferable smirk still in place. “What’s the matter, darling?” he murmured, a taunt lingering in his gaze. --- A Dangerous Obsession Can she resist the pull, or will she dance into the flames of her own destruction? A dark dive into obsession, raw need, and the razor’s edge between desire and devastation. --- LYCAN KING CASSIAN I will tear her apart piece by piece, feeding the wildfire that grips her with each shuddered breath. Like air to flame, I’ll claim every inch, drawing heat from her skin until it sinks into her bones. Her pulse will race under my hands, her breaths shallow, pleading. Her eyes may scream, but her lips will still murmur my name. That first taste of fear will only feed something deeper—a need that burns through her veins, molten and fierce. And just when she’s too far gone to turn back, I’ll twist the knife, giving her the pain she’s learned to crave. She’ll be the moth to my flame, helpless against the very thing that will consume her.
Donna_Sheldon · 36.8K Views

Magical Alchemy: Rising after contracting with a monster.

Alchemists are a prestigious and rare profession, and to become a qualified alchemist, one must first be a wizard. Wizards themselves are a noble and scarce breed. However, when a soul filled with thoughts of AK-47, ballistic trajectories, landmines, skateboards, and other otaku concepts inhabits the body of the most humble and lowly of slaves, and this slave becomes an alchemist, it’s as if a bomb has been dropped into a lake, sending waves crashing across the world. What’s even more surprising is that this guy not only refuses to follow the ancient traditions of alchemy passed down for thousands of years but also insists on creating outlandish inventions. The water-based magic potions he creates are completely revolutionary, turning centuries of alchemical history on its head, now reduced to tiny granules instead of the usual concoctions. As for his understanding of weapons and magic, it's equally unconventional: "Well, my weapon can directly eliminate your enemies right in your home—who needs a greatsword? And my magic cannon fires hundreds of fireballs in the time it takes you to cast one fireball spell, so who needs a staff? As for potions, it’s all about convenience and portability. But the most important thing is gold, gold, because only with enough gold can you buy all the things you need!” Kent shouted as he passionately defended his creations. It all started with an accident and a contract with a magical monster...
FelixKnightley · 15.7K Views
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