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THE CHOOSEN ONES

In the glittering, snake-infested court of Ignis, where power was a double-edged sword and loyalty a rare gem, Selanthia Amaris Nyxveil stood as a legend cloaked in infamy. Known by many names—*The Hound of the Emperor*, **The Cursed Sword*, **The Witch of Nyxveil*, and *The Abandoned One*—she was a weapon forged by duty and sharpened by betrayal. For forty long years, she served as the Emperor’s blade, cutting down threats to the throne with ruthless precision. Yet, behind the cold steel and the icy gaze, Selanthia harbored no love for the crown or the vipers who surrounded it. She was a woman bound by fate, not choice. At 48, weary of the endless machinations of the court, Selanthia chose to retire. With no family to call her own, she left behind the gilded cage of Ignis for the simplicity of the countryside. Her dreams were modest: to bake sweet treats, tend to chickens, lose herself in books she’d never had time to read, and find solace in the quiet rhythm of church prayers. A peaceful, ordinary life—a stark contrast to the blood-stained path she had walked for decades. But fate, it seemed, had other plans. Just 28 hours into her newfound tranquility, Selanthia’s life was brutally cut short. Poisoned and attacked in the dead of night, she breathed her last beneath a cold, uncaring sky. Her final thoughts were not of vengeance or regret for the life she had led, but of the life she had never known. She wished for love, for a kind and handsome partner, for children whose laughter might have filled the void in her heart. She wished she had never taken up the sword, that she might have written a different ending to her tale. Yet, death was not the end. Selanthia awoke not in the afterlife but in a world both familiar and strange. Perched high in a cherry blossom tree, she was greeted by the voice of Rina, her long-dead confidante. Now, thrust into a bewildering new reality, Selanthia must unravel the threads of this strange second chance. Is this a cruel jest of the gods, a dream spun from her dying regrets, or something far more sinister? And why, of all people, THAT MAN—who disappeared without a word— is acting all weird? As the petals of the cherry blossoms fall around her, Selanthia finds herself caught in a web of mystery, romance, and perhaps, redemption. But in this enchanted new life, where nothing is as it seems, can she unravel the twist of life brought forward by THAT MAN? Or will the shadows of her past rise to claim her once more?
Erlyyy · 5.9K Views

La Mariée du Démon

*Roman historique fantastique à déroulement lent* Elise s'apprêtait à enfiler la robe qui était posée sur le coin de son lit lorsqu'elle entendit frapper à sa porte. Curieuse, elle tourna la poignée et se retrouva face à un grand homme qui la dominait. « Maître Ian ! » s'exclama-t-elle. Ian sourit avec le sourire espiègle habituel qu'il affichait toujours. Ses yeux cramoisis balayèrent brièvement sa chambre et s'arrêtèrent sur la robe noire posée sur son lit, puis se déplacèrent sur la femme qui se tenait devant lui. Il fit un pas en avant et demanda. « Où as-tu trouvé cette robe ? » « Monsieur Harland me l'a offerte », répondit Elise en tendant le cou pour voir les sourcils de Ian se froncer avec élégance. « Sais-tu pourquoi un homme aime offrir une robe à une femme ? » Il lui posa l'énigme à laquelle elle devait toujours réfléchir à deux fois avant de répondre. Mais cette fois, elle ne trouva pas de réponse et se contenta de secouer la tête. « Je ne sais pas. » Son sourire devint ensorcelant, comme si quelque chose s'était remué au plus profond des yeux écarlates qu'il avait. Il glissa lentement sa main sur le col de sa robe, envoyant un frisson glacial qui la surprit un instant à cause de sa température glacée. Après avoir défait les deux premiers boutons de son col, il inclina la tête vers le bas, murmurant à son oreille. « Parce qu'ils veulent être celui qui déshabille l'étoffe. » Il marqua une pause et embrassa son cou, faisant rougir la peau pâle avant de se rétracter pour fixer son regard sur elle et répondit avec nonchalance. « Malheureusement, tu ne peux pas porter la robe là-bas avec ça. » Il rit et tendit une boîte dans sa main. « Et la bonne nouvelle, c'est que je t'ai préparé une robe. » Elise était une petite fille maudite qui pouvait voir les fantômes. Sa famille la détestait et la rejetait d'une famille adoptive à l'autre. Cependant, le malheur n'agissait pas seul. Lorsqu'elle fut élevée par sa tante, elle fut vendue comme esclave. Lorsqu'elle crut qu'elle ne deviendrait rien d'autre qu'un sacrifice pour le sorcier, elle fut sauvée par un homme dont l'identité était bien différente de celle d'un être mythique normal. *** Ce livre est ORIGINAL et il ne s'agit pas d'une traduction Rejoignez le discord de l'auteur : https://discord.gg/YPKueb4
mata0eve · 92.2K Views

Silk & Sin

Vivienne Moreau was born into luxury, destined for a charmed future. But one scandalous mistake stole everything—her fortune, her family’s favor, and even the man she risked it all for. Forced onto the streets in shame, she rises from ruin by embracing the only weapon left to her: an irresistible allure that ensnares society’s most powerful men. Reborn as Madame V, Vivienne captivates a wealthy baron hungry for her charms and a spirited young marquis who worships her every move. Each patron drowns her in silks and coins, fueling her climb back to wealth. Yet secrets coil in every corner of the grand ballrooms—jealous rivals scheme to see her fall, blackmailers stalk her private affairs, and the gossip-hungry elite watch her every seductive step. Determined never to kneel before anyone again, Vivienne plays her dangerous double life with cunning and poise. By day, she’s a dazzling widow waltzing on society’s arm; by night, she’s a master manipulator whose bedroom deals reshape noble alliances. When a captivating prince lures her into the glittering world of royal power, Vivienne must decide how far she’ll go—and who she’s willing to betray—to reign supreme among the city’s corrupt and lustful elite. In a realm of forbidden desires, shadowy intrigues, and steamy midnight rendezvous, Vivienne’s ambition knows no limits. But with enemies closing in and hearts on the line, can she outmaneuver every threat and seize the life she craves? Or will the secrets she’s spun cost her everything—even her newly won freedom? The Hidden Courtesan is a riveting tale of passion, power, and survival, where one woman’s sexuality becomes her strongest shield in a society that casts her aside. Perfect for fans of scandalous historical romances and high-stakes intrigue, this story draws you into a world of lavish balls, clandestine affairs, and a heroine who refuses to be tamed—no matter the cost.
mabooz · 2.7K Views

Rebirth of the Vengeful Demon God

you must make a choice.” Kuragami’s mind spun. The overwhelming power surged through him, coiling like a sleeping dragon, waiting to be awakened. His mother was in danger. His people were suffering. And here he was—powerless. But now, he had a choice. The gods had abandoned him. The humans had turned their backs on him. The demons called him their prince. Was he ready to accept the darkness? Would he embrace his true heritage? As the battlefield burned and the heavens trembled, Kuragami clenched his fists, his voice steady. “I refuse to be weak.” The Demon God’s laughter echoed through his soul. “Then rise, Demon Prince. Your destiny begins now.” A black aura exploded from within him, shaking the very fabric of reality. His body burned with newfound strength, his vision sharp, his senses heightened. And for the first time in his two lives… He was no longer powerless. --- Betrayed, murdered, and torn away from his only family, Johnny’s life ended in despair. But fate had other plans. Reborn as Kuragami, the son of a fallen goddess and the Demon King, he awakens in a world of gods, demons, and war. Haunted by his past and driven by vengeance, Kuragami swears never to be weak again. In a world where power is absolute, he must navigate divine conspiracies, ancient prophecies, and his own dark lineage. As he unlocks terrifying abilities, the gods mark him as a threat, and the demons claim him as their prince. But Kuragami has only one goal—become strong enough to uncover the truth behind his past and protect the people he loves. When the war between gods and demons erupts once more, will he stand as a savior… or embrace the darkness within?
Johnny_Sensei · 8.3K Views

The Shattered Covenant of the Seven Pillars of Eternity

Across a vast and shadowed continent, the Seven Pillars of Eternity stand as timeless monuments to a world governed by divine mandate. For millennia, these pillars have upheld a fragile order, forged by the Seven Churches—The Holy See of Light, The Silver Order, The Blood Council, The Cog Temple, The Necrotic Faith, The Abyssal Cult, and The Draconic Order—bound together under a sacred covenant. Proclaiming themselves the earthly stewards of the gods, these churches reign over a land steeped in faith, yet fractured by ambition. Beneath their sanctified banners, however, lies a web of deception spun by false deities, whose whispered lies have shaped the destiny of nations. This world is no sanctuary. Born from the ashes of the Cataclysm of the Gods, a mythic war shrouded in enigma where the false gods rose to power, the continent bears the scars of its untold past. Nobles wield blood rites to chain the masses, shadowed markets trade in forbidden relics and mechanical augments, while witch hunters stalk the night, their blades glinting with righteous zeal. The air hums with the clangor of alchemical forges, the wails of restless spirits summoned from ancient crypts, and the roars of dragonkin echoing across desolate peaks. Beneath it all, fissures in the earth pulse with abyssal murmurs, a testament to forces older and darker than the churches dare admit. The Seven Pillars, symbols of eternal dominion, stand atop this chaos, their sanctity a façade masking corruption and greed. For centuries, the covenant has held—barely. The Seven Churches, outwardly united in their divine mission, vie in secret for supremacy, each hoarding knowledge and power that threaten the others. The false gods they worship offer no miracles, only hollow promises, while whispers of a greater truth—buried deep beneath the pillars—begin to stir. Prophecies, long suppressed, speak of a time when the oaths binding this world will shatter, when the pillars will crumble under the weight of their own lies, and when the shadow of the false gods will give way to a reckoning beyond mortal comprehension. Now, the cracks are widening. A young witch hunter, armed with a blade etched in sacred runes, steps into a forsaken village chasing a rumored vampire threat, only to find a figure whose presence defies all he knows. Across the land, voices of dissent rise—nobles cast aside by their kin, priests questioning their faith, outcasts wielding forbidden arts. From the ashes of betrayal, a rebellion takes root, one that will challenge the sanctity of the Seven Pillars and unravel the covenant that binds them. As the false gods stir and ancient rifts widen, the continent teeters on the brink of upheaval, its fate hinging on those bold enough to defy eternity itself. This is a realm where faith is a lie, where rebellion is a spark, and where the echoes of a shattered covenant will reshape the cosmos. From the ruins of a forgotten village to the battlefields of higher planes, The Shattered Covenant of the Seven Pillars of Eternity unfolds a saga of treachery, valor, and the dawn of a new age.
LUUUKING · 295 Views

Dangerous: Don't cross the line!

* At night He was rugged and untamed. That one steamy night left Grace utterly captivated. She coyly stretched out her dainty, snow-white feet, hooking them around his waist as she softly laid down her terms: For the first time, no staying overnight. The second time, the moment he got himself a significant other, she'd vanish from his side. Later on, their liaison would remain strictly on a physical level. No strings of money attached, no emotional fetters, just the most primal and unadulterated desires that flared up when night fell, entwining them like a web spun by countless spiders. And once the moment had passed, she'd straighten her skirt and turn her back on him, cold as ice. *During daytime He was the heir to a vast business empire, now impeccably dressed in a sharp suit, exuding an air of aristocratic reserve. He extended his hand to her with a polite smile, “Hello, Grace.” Grace gritted her teeth in secret dismay. She hastened to call off whatever was brewing between them, only to find herself cornered against the dressing room by the man, with no way out. In that cramped space, he was a relentless predator, and she, his irresistible quarry. His firmness pressed against her soft curves, setting every inch ablaze. Outside the door, her female colleagues were swooning over his chiseled abs. Just a thin partition away, he locked his arm around her willowy waist, seized her delicate hand, and guided it to rest on his taut abdomen, his voice dripping with a sultry allure, “Thought you could slip away? It's far too late for that.”
Katubari · 12.6K Views

Ms. Heroine, please leave me alone!

What happens when a girl gets sucked into a game, becomes the villainess and accidentally interests the heroine when they're young? Siyeon gets sucked into an Otome game after a long day at work! She reincarnates into the 8-year-old villainess, Amethyst, and tries to fix things ASAP! But, what happens when she accidentally helps the heroine when shes in a hard position and the heroine becomes obsessed with her? Siyeon attempts to avoid the heroine at all times! But the cute and persistent heroine won't give up and ignores all the love interests just for Siyeon. Siyeon needs to do something about this immediately! "Ame~ Marry me!" Felicity said with a large smile on her slightly sun-tanned face, her eyes shone in such a blue radiance that Amethyst almost hesitated to reject this proposal for nearly the thousandth time "Eh?" Amethyst said with a confused tone in her voice, as if it's been the first time shes heard this, "I thought we already were though?" Amethyst said casually, looking down at the pale hand holding on tightly to her newly-sewn dress. A sigh escaped from the young girl's mouth, blonde hair intertwining with her fingers as she spun it around, letting go of Amethyst, "You don't get me...do you? I mean, I knew you were dense, but not this dense." Felicity jumped back, turning around like a disappointed father finding out you've been watching porn...And you're 10 years old. "Let's get married. For real, this time." Felicity said, turning her head around and leaving a flustered yet tired Amethyst wondering how to get out of this situation this time. -Yuri/GL -Author is a minor!!! Please refrain from inappropriate comments -First 'official' story -Only second story Author(me) wrote -Slight Smutt(?) Sister is hungry for power stones and votes!!! Feed me!!!
Estrella_xo · 17.6K Views

The Codemaster's Odyssey

Arjun had just graduated from high school and today was his first day at college. Despite his introverted nature, Arjun had always excelled at programming. It was a language he understood better than any spoken word, a world where he felt in control. "Arjun, breakfast is ready!" his mother called from the kitchen. He grabbed his backpack, double-checking his supplies, and headed downstairs. His parents had always been supportive, understanding his quiet nature and encouraging his passion for technology. As he sat down to eat, a wave of dizziness hit him. The room spun, and he clutched the edge of the table. His vision blurred, and he felt a strange sensation, as if his very being was being pulled away from reality. The darkness engulfed him. The last thing he heard was his mother's panicked voice calling his name. When Arjun opened his eyes, he found himself lying on a grassy field under a strange sky. The colors were more vibrant, the air tinged with unfamiliar scents. He sat up slowly, trying to make sense of his surroundings. People were scattered around, some unconscious, others just waking up. Panic and confusion filled the air. As he looked closer, he noticed that these weren't just humans—there were beings of various races, some humanoid, others entirely alien. "What is this place?" he muttered to himself. A soft chime echoed in his mind, and a translucent screen appeared before him. It looked like a game interface, displaying his name and a brief description: Name: Arjun Sharma Class: Support Ability: Code Manipulation Arjun blinked in surprise. He had read enough fantasy novels and played enough games to recognize a system interface, but experiencing it in real life was surreal. As he explored further, he learned that everyone here had a similar interface, each with unique abilities. Some had combat skills, others had magical talents, and a few, like him, had support abilities. The world they had transmigrated to was teeming with dangerous beasts, some less threatening, others incredibly deadly. Despite the chaos, Arjun felt a strange sense of calm. His ability, though non-combatant, was still unique. He could manipulate codes within the system, potentially altering or enhancing abilities and objects. However, this also meant he was seen as less valuable in direct confrontations. Groups quickly formed among the survivors, prioritizing those with combat abilities. Arjun found himself alone, struggling to find anyone who would accept him. Determined to survive, he began to explore the surroundings, seeking resources and learning about this new world. His programming skills, though seemingly useless at first, began to find application in unexpected ways. He could tweak the system interface, optimize resource management, and even alter the properties of items he found. But survival was not easy. The world was fraught with peril, and Arjun soon realized he would have to rely on his wits and creativity to navigate this treacherous land.
GHOST_HAND · 21.8K Views

Innocent Bride

R-18 CONTENT AVAILABLE. A DARK ROMANCE NOVEL. READ AT YOUR OWN RISK!!! I stood trembling before him with my eyes fixed downward in a mixture of fear and defiance. I knew I had disobeyed his direct order and now I must face the consequences. His chiseled features seemed to harden as he stared at me with his piercing eyes burning with intensity. "You were told to stay in the room," his deep, velvety voice resonated through the dimly lit space, sending shivers down my spine. "You were explicitly instructed not to leave. Yet, you deliberately disobeyed me." My gaze remained fixed on the floor, my heart raced with anticipation. I knew I had crossed a line this time. He began to circle around me, his powerful strides eating up the distance. His broad shoulders and lean waist seemed to radiate an aura of raw power, making my breath hitch in my throat. "You know the rules," he said, his voice dripped with an unsettling calmness. "You know what happens when you disobey me." As he stopped behind me, I felt a shiver run down my spine. His warm breath whispered against my ear, sending goosebumps across my skin. His lips brushed against my earlobe, making my pulse quicken. "You will be punished," he whispered, his voice low and husky. "And you will learn to obey me." Without warning, he spun me around, forcing me to face the large, mirror hanging on the wall. My eyes widened as he grasped my wrists, holding them captive behind my back. His chest pressed against my back as his heat radiated into me. "Look at yourself," he whispered, his breath caressing my ear. "Look at the disobedient girl staring back at you." As I gazed into the mirror, I felt his eyes burning into my soul. His grip on my wrists tightened, and I felt a surge of fear mixed with anticipation. what is this feeling?
Sayrah_ · 5.4K Views

JANUARY

January, having lived on the streets for eight years after losing her parents, is falsely accused of a crime and sentenced to prison. Shocked and scared, she enters a harsh and overwhelming environment filled with inmates and guards. Determined to survive, she realizes she must stand up for herself in this dangerous place. However, she soon notices something deeply unsettling: a mysterious man with a hidden face, whose presence in an all-women’s prison seems inexplicable and wrong. Despite warnings to never go near him, January feels compelled to uncover the truth about who he is, why he’s there, and how he survives among the inmates. Defying the rules, she decides to get closer to him, believing he may hold the key to exposing the prison’s dark secrets and possibly finding a way to escape its oppressive grip. *** "What are you doing, sneaking into my room in the middle of the night?" the unknown guy asked, his voice firm but controlled. January's head spun as she whispered, her voice quivering. "I...I..." She stuttered, unable to form any words. The guy's eyes narrowed. "So, you choose to defy the rules?" he asked, his voice low and dark. January stuttered again, still unable to speak. The guy took a step closer, his eyes glinting in the dim light. "Since you have chosen to defy the rules," he whispered, his breath hot against her skin, "you'll see where it leads you." "I am not afraid of you," January said, the words escaping her lips before she could even take them back. ________ Support your favorite twins! Cover image: Not mine, all credit goes to the owner.
obiparadise_purity · 2.2K Views

Fate Dark Side of Betrayer

More than any dagger, treachery tears. Once the respected Commander of the High Guard, Arden Solis knew devotion like a second skin until the day it was torn away. Driven from the one home they have ever known, Arden follows those she once guarded, accused for treason and thrown into exile. The Council chose earlier its scapegoat. Arden is portrayed as the orchestrator of a horrible attack on Eldermire using fake documents, false witnesses, and carefully thought out conspiracies—forgotten proof. Still, the real genius lurks in the background and pulls strings from the highest degrees of power. Arden is left without direction, hence he creates a strained relationship with Kellan Veylan—the only person who understands the depths of the dishonesty but also the one who may have begun it. Their shared history twists in love and heartbreak, trust and deceit. Kellan says he is innocent, having been put up just as Arden was. Arden could, however, believe him or is this another game of dishonesty? As they find the truth, the two fugitives are trapped in an ancient prophecy—one that outlines a cycle of betrayal spun directly into the fabric of Fate. Two betrayers, one designed to rise and the other punished to fall. Eldermire's deadliest danger is not the one they expected; the more he investigates deeper Arden finds: The debate really goes beyond simple fairness. It goes for override of Fate itself. Arden now needs to choose whether to fight for vengeance or flee the fate destined to catastrophe. But for those who dare question Fate, she has never been kind. In a world where trust is a luxury and betrayal is inherent, how one might escape a destiny already written in blood?
JaxonSteele · 3.9K Views

Destined for the unknown

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.***
Tisalreadymornin · 15K Views

Major Project: Tartarus

Tartarus, The world sculpted by celestial hands, the angels descended from the far reaches of the cosmos, bearing the edicts of the Creator. They came as guardians, bringing order to the boundless depths of Tartarus. Yet, beneath the veneer of divine law, deception festers—an Evil unseen, a whisper in the dark that even the great entities fails to perceive. From the flow of time itself, a man is sent—a mortal from Earth, chosen by the Angels of Time. His purpose? To stand against the encroaching catastrophe that lurks unseen, waiting to consume Tartarus. But he does not seek the mantle of a hero. Shackled by scars of the past, he rejects the fate thrust upon him. Yet fate is relentless, and the tide of destiny drags him forth, forcing him into the role he so despises. To be a hero in Tartarus is not to wield a sword against mere foes, but to unravel a truth buried beneath epochs of lies. The histories recorded in sacred tomes are but illusions, their words spun to shroud an unspeakable secret. And as he walks the path of revelation, he glimpses the echoes of worlds long lost, of ages that the gods have conspired to erase. But knowledge is a double-edged blade. The deeper he delves, the clearer it becomes—this is no mere deception of a single world, but a tapestry of falsehood woven into the fabric of the cosmos itself. What lies beyond the veil is not simply the truth of Tartarus, but the truth of existence. He will bring light to the darkness. But the darkness is endless. May Theo rest peacefully. Join discord for more discussion! https://discord.gg/K5FNjare
Myriad_Velvet · 2.5K Views

Indenture

Gazing lifelessly down at the thin Japanese sword in her clenched hand, the fifteen-year old's dull brown eyes followed each drop of crimson liquid hang off the tip of the sword and land soundlessly on the ground. "Celestia." The voice of a familiar creature reached her human ears. Her gaze trailed up to meet her masters pair and this initiated his anger but she remained emotionless as he began to complain. "What the hell was that just now? I've been training you for the last ten years and I don't remember you fighting with the speed of a snail. I wouldn't have been surprised if these weak demons killed you." The straight black strands of Celestia's silky hair sway slightly under her hood as she stepped off the pile of dead bodies. The sharp weapon she summoned earlier transformed into light, allowing itself to be absorbed by the tattoo on the palm of her hand. The male glared as she disregarded his last words and spun on her heels, intending to leave the sickening scene. "How many times have I told you to not act like that towards me?" His form materialised in front of her, this allowing his long fingers to wrap around her neck. Celestia choked as her body was driven back and smacked against one of the trees in the vast forest. He released her once her face grew pale and watched smugly as she coughed and desperately inhaled as much as oxygen as she could. She bowed stiffly towards her master as soon as she managed to sort herself out. "I apologize, Zerro." His lips formed into a cruel grin and he unexpectedly planted a kick in her stomach causing Celestia to hit against the rough bark a second time. "You are just a weapon…nothing else." ------------------------------------------------------------------------ During a majority of her life, Celestia suffered through misfortune after misfortune, thanks to the demon, Zerro, who tricked her into creating a contract with him. When Han, a new student transfers to her school, he makes it his mission to help lift away her suffering. Will he succeed or will Zerro stop him from doing so?
KHRIKY · 153.4K Views

Birth Of The Vampire Lord

In the year of 2025, on new years day the world was in chaos when a blue box appeared in everyone vision stating that every human alive, will be transported to a new world named Verra. Our protagonist 'Draven the Craven' as he was called by the people around him. "Verra huh?", Draven stared into the mirror at his contorted face as anger welled up within him. With a weak body, and small frame, he was always picked on and made fun of throughout his life, they called him the craven because he never fought back, he knew he couldn't win so he never even tried. "10 seconds till transfer" A robotic voice rang out in Dravens head. The world went black and shifted instantly. In a white room Draven appeared, "You have been chosen to be lord on the World of Verra, roll to choose your starting race." the robotic voice stated. A huge wheel of fortune popped up, with a fantasy array of races ranging from, humans to elves, wolfmen, lizardmen, all different types of humanoids, even monster types like goblins and orcs. Dravens face changed into a malicious smile with the thought of being something other than human. Draven made his roll, "Ding! Your selected starting race is human!" the robotic voice rang out once more. "HUMAN?" Draven yelled with rage. "Roll for your starting item, the item ranks are, Common, Uncommon, Rare, Epic, Legendary, and Mythic". Draven on his knees looked up at the wheel of fortune and spun it once more. "Ding!, your selected item is the Heart Of Darkness. Check your inventory to inspect it". "How do i check my inventory? " asks Draven. He waits a minute and no response is given. Draven closes his eyes says in his head 'This disgusting robot voice wont tell me how to check my inventory', After inventory is said in his head a blue box pops up in his face displaying his inventory with the heart of darkness in his first slot. 'Inspect', the heart of darkness presents a description of itself. Rank: Mythic Description: Ripped from the chest of the God Of Death, by the God Of Life in the war of the gods, a millennium ago. Use: One time consumable Effects: Unkown 'Host do you wish to use this one time consumable?' a flashing yes or no button popped up in Dravens Vision. 'yes' thought Draven, and his vision went black.
Vampirescool · 3.5K Views

How Deep Will You Go For Love

Everyone knows the classic Cinderella story. A prince who falls in love with a commoner and unintentionally rescues her from her abusive household. But… What if Cinderella were a prideful young man, and the prince… was a princess who could barely admit her own feelings? Oh. The things people will do for love. The illegitimate son from the Xie family is laughed at the aristocratic circle. Proud, aloof, and undeniably rude, he’s everything but likable. His only saving graces are his unmatched grades and a face that could stop traffic. Yang Qinru, the "tyrant" of Imperial Academy, is no damsel in distress. With a bat in one hand and wit sharp enough to cut steel, she’s both feared and respected. But behind her rebellion is a girl who’s unafraid to take what she wants—even if it’s someone as infuriating as Xie Xinglin. ... "You’re kind of cute,” Yang Qinru mumbled, her cheeks betraying her with a faint pink hue. "What was that?" Xie Xinglin looked up, frowning. "I said you look like you crawled out of a garbage can!" she snapped, cheeks flaming as she spun on her heel and stormed off. Later, Wang Ye leaned in with a sly grin. "Boss, you into him? Like, fantasizing-about-him kind of into him?" Yang Qinru shot him a glare. "Like who?" "You know… him. Do you, like, daydream about holding his hand and skipping through fields of flowers or something?" She snorted. "Of course not! What kind of nonsense—?" She paused, her voice dropping to a mumble. "It's not like I imagine us getting married, building a house in the countryside, and adopting five cats or anything." Wang Ye blinked, stunned. "Uh… boss, that’s oddly specific." "Shut up!" she barked, shoving him away. This isn’t your typical fairy tale. When the "Cinderella" isn’t waiting to be saved, and the "prince" has his own walls to break down, what’s left is a whirlwind romance of rivalry, sarcasm, and reluctant confessions. After all, love doesn’t always follow the script.
rhaini · 11.7K Views

Bound till eternity

Third person POV Chapter 1: Moonlight and Shadows Diana Black's eyes fluttered open, her heart racing as she gasped for air. She was drenched in sweat, her sheets tangled around her legs. It was just a dream, she told herself, trying to calm her racing thoughts. But the memory of the dream lingered, refusing to be shaken. In the dream, she was running, her feet pounding the earth as she desperately tried to escape. A figure loomed behind her, its presence dark and menacing. Diana's mind replayed the images, her senses still reeling from the fear that had gripped her. Who was the person chasing her? And why did she feel like she was being pulled toward them, despite the terror that filled her heart? As she sat up in bed, her eyes scanning the darkened room, Diana couldn't shake the feeling that the dream was more than just a product of her imagination. It felt like a warning, a message from her subconscious that something was coming, something that would change her life forever. She threw off the covers and got out of bed, padding over to the window to gaze out at the night. The moon cast its silvery glow over the city, illuminating the towering skyscrapers and casting long shadows across the streets. Diana felt a shiver run down her spine as she gazed out at the moonlit landscape. She loved the night, loved the way the shadows seemed to come alive in the darkness. But tonight, the shadows seemed to hold a sinister presence, as if they were watching her, waiting for her to make a move. With a sense of unease, Diana turned away from the window and began to get ready for her shift at the café. She tried to push the dream and its lingering fear to the back of her mind, but she couldn't shake the feeling that something was off, that the night held secrets and dangers that she couldn't even begin to imagine. With a sense of unease, Diana turned away from the window and began to get ready for her shift at the café. She tried to push the dream and its lingering fear to the back of her mind, but she couldn't shake the feeling that something was off, that the night held secrets and dangers that she couldn't even begin to imagine. As she grabbed her bag and headed out the door, Diana felt a sudden chill run down her spine. She spun around, but there was no one there. The hallway was empty, the only sound the creaking of the old building. Diana's heart was racing as she turned to leave, but her feet felt rooted to the spot. And then, she saw it. A piece of paper on the floor, with a message scrawled in red ink: "They're coming for you." Diana's blood ran cold as she stared at the message, her mind reeling with questions. Who was coming for her? And why?
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