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Mata Ji Ka Naam

Die Dämonenbraut

*Slow Burn Historical Fantasy Novel* Elise wollte sich gerade in das Kleid umziehen, das in der Ecke ihres Bettes lag, als sie ein leises Klopfen an ihrer Tür hörte. Neugierig drehte sie den Türknauf und sah einen großen Mann vor sich aufragen. "Meister Ian!" rief sie. Ian lächelte mit dem üblichen schelmischen Grinsen, das er immer benutzte. Seine purpurroten Augen wanderten ein wenig durch ihr Zimmer und entdeckten das schwarze Kleid über ihrem Bett, dann richtete er seinen Blick auf die Frau, die vor ihm stand. Er trat einen Schritt vor und sprach. "Woher haben Sie dieses Kleid?" "Mr. Harland hat es mir geschenkt." antwortete Elise und reckte den Hals, um zu sehen, wie sich Ians Brauen in seiner Eleganz zusammenzogen. "Weißt du, warum ein Mann einer Frau gerne ein Kleid schenkt?" Er gab das Rätsel auf, bei dem sie immer zweimal überlegen musste, bevor sie antwortete. Doch dieses Mal fand sie keine Antwort und schüttelte stattdessen den Kopf. "Ich weiß es nicht." Sein Grinsen wurde betörend, als hätte sich tief in seinen scharlachroten Augen etwas geregt. Langsam ließ er seine Hand über den Kragen ihres Kleides gleiten, was ihr einen kalten Schauer über den Rücken jagte, der sie für einen Moment erschreckte, da es eiskalt war. Nachdem er die ersten beiden Knöpfe ihres Kragens geöffnet hatte, neigte er den Kopf nach unten und flüsterte ihr ins Ohr. "Weil sie derjenige sein wollen, der den Stoff auszieht." Er hielt inne und küsste ihren Hals, wobei sich die blasse Haut rötlich verfärbte, bevor er seine Bewegung zurückzog, sie mit seinen Augen fixierte und gemächlich antwortete. "Leider kannst du das Kleid da drüben damit nicht tragen." Er gluckste und reichte ihr eine Schachtel in die Hand. "Die gute Nachricht ist, dass ich ein Kleid für dich vorbereitet habe." Elise war ein verfluchtes kleines Mädchen, das Geister sehen konnte. Ihre Familie hasste sie und schmiss sie von einer Adoptivfamilie zur nächsten. Doch das Unglück kam nicht allein. Als sie von ihrer Tante aufgezogen wurde, wurde sie als Sklavin verkauft. Als sie dachte, sie würde nur ein Opfer für den Zauberer werden, wurde sie von einem Mann gerettet, dessen Identität ganz anders war als die eines normalen Fabelwesens. *** Dieses Buch ist ORIGINAL und keine Übersetzung Autorendiskord beitreten: https://discord.gg/YPKueb4
mata0eve · 87.4K Views

ZARQA

Dive back in time, to the depths of the desert, and watch the old stories unfold before your eyes. A story of treasure hunting, betrayal, and destiny. When a gruesome future is all you see, how can you change it? When you're foretold to fail, how should you move on? Zarqa, the girl who saw beyond time, sought to find answers. -------------------------- Legend says that Zarqa had sharp eyes that could look far away in the distance. But what if that wasn’t the end of it, what if her eyes were seeing far beyond not only space, but time? What if Zarqa was blessed with a prophecy, one that could save her dying village from destruction? Just as they thought they had no way to survive, Zarqa learns of a way to protect her village from demolition. Naturally, no one believed her, for no one but the Almighty could see beyond the present. They forgot the Almighty offers knowledge to those whom he deems of worth. And Zarqa was one of them. Having to trudge an arduous path and go through a great adventure, Zarqa seeks to find the solution to all of their problems, a treasure said to have the power to change all. Pitted against magical traps and the mysteries of the deserts, she finds unexpected company in Ali Baba, the poor kid with the sticky fingers, and his crow Morjana... -------------------------- This is my first original long story here and is also a WSA 2024 Entry. I ask that you give it a try and hope you enjoy it :D Also, note that English is not my first language... And it's not my second either. -----------------------Media------------------------- This book has many openings, check them out: [General opening of the book: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=yVxnu5R3vws] [Baghdad Arc's opening: https://youtu.be/GwJIJ2Kn0FI] [Two Heavens Arc's opening: https://youtu.be/NO1C0ngBVjg] [Two Heavens Arc's ending: https://youtu.be/hO-XPQsCPFw] [Cursed Ring Arc's Opening: https://youtu.be/PUF4H98y2B0] [Ending: https://youtu.be/1wQ_aJVFhx0] -----------------------Updates-------------------------- Updated weekly, 2 chapters on weekends. Please don't let the first paragraphs fool you. This isn't a story from the first person's POV.
M0M0KA · 102.5K Views

To His Hell and Back

Sold by her father, Bella short for Arabella, was forced to live a life as a slave that would entertain the guests of the castle. The job of slaves were merely to be humiliated and to have as feast once they became a boring creature toward the guests. Arabella with her fierce attitude had only caused more trouble than good, although that helped her from being feasted by the vampires until her body dried up, the vampires also enjoy in harming her, toying with her, hoping to see that one day she would break. However she had caught the wrong attention by those crimson gaze, eventually being the toy of the one and only Mad Crown Prince of Versailles. Eventually this interest only cause her to be more tangled by the twisted and thorny battle for the Throne. Will eventually Bella concede and accept the Mad crown prince? Or will she finally succeed in running away from his grasp. Why her? *** excerpt*** Arabella felt her wrists stung as the shackle around her wrist jingled from the sudden pull. She then met with the icy red eyes that brood down upon her appearance, drinking into every inch of her figure as if he was studying her, even to how those breaths escaped her lips. "I thought we had bonded over the days we have spent together, Bella," he sang, his bright scarlet eyes betraying the singing tone he had used as it had grown so dark and filled with anger. "Yet you left so quickly as soon as I opened the castle gate." Bella gritted her teeth, her eyes glaring at him as she defiantly shook his hand off her face, "I can remind you if you have forgotten it, Your Majesty, I am kept here against my wish." Cassius' smile faded as he stared at her. The sudden pin-drop silence filled her nerves with tension as she found his smileless face the most terrifying sight. She had always known his fearsome side however, it felt scarier tonight. Bella tried to endure how loud her heart had raced against her chest, gathering her breaths together even though it remained shallow in his presence. "So cold," he muttered, his tone trying to tease her, but she could see the raw anger crossing his eyes. "You cannot run from me. Not after what we've done. Not after what you promised." Her heart faltered. She wasn't supposed to stay in this castle; she knew that the royal palace was filled with those vampire monsters who would kill for their desire, simply to have fun. She knew she should never give her heart to any of these monsters, and she had once believed she would never. But that was until Cassius came. She had made that promise because her heart had betrayed her, and she wished that she had never uttered that promise. Promises she had made to him on the call of love. Yet deep within her, a part of her still crave for him. "You're not the first one I have broken my promises with," she gritted her teeth and looked up at him, "I broke my promise the way you broke yours first, isn't it fair?" "Fair? Then was everything a lie, Arabella?" he murmured, his hands cupping her face, forcing her to meet his eyes. "You were mine the moment you entered my castle. And you will be mine until the very end." She gulped as his eyes shone underneath the moonlight, his gaze unforgiving over her, exposing his wild hunger. Her breath caught, her pulse quickening. "A human and a vampire should have never stayed together. They were all right." "I don't care," he spoke through his clenched jaw. "You're going to remain here by my side forever."
mata0eve · 30K Views

La Novia del Demonio

*Novela de Fantasía Histórica de Amor Lento* Elisa estaba a punto de cambiarse el vestido que yacía sobre la esquina de su cama, cuando oyó un golpe suave procedente de su puerta. Curiosa, giró la perilla de la puerta solo para encontrarse con un hombre alto erguido frente a ella. —¡Señor Ian! —lo llamó. Ian sonrió con la acostumbrada sonrisa maliciosa que siempre usaba. Sus ojos carmesíes se pasearon un poco por su habitación y detectaron el vestido negro sobre su cama y luego desviaron la mirada hacia la mujer que tenía delante. Dio un paso adelante y habló. —¿Dónde conseguiste ese vestido? —Me lo dio el Señor Harland —respondió Elisa y estiró su cuello para ver cómo se fruncían las cejas de Ian en su elegancia. —¿Sabes por qué a un hombre le encantaría regalarle un vestido a una mujer? —él planteó el acertijo que siempre la hacía pensar dos veces antes de responder. Pero esta vez, no encontró respuesta y en su lugar negó con la cabeza—. No sé. Su sonrisa se volvió cautivadora, como si algo se hubiera agitado profundamente dentro de los ojos escarlata que tenía. Lentamente deslizó su mano sobre el cuello de su vestido, enviando un escalofrío frío que la sobresaltó por un momento debido a su baja temperatura. Después de desabotonar los primeros dos botones en su cuello, inclinó su cabeza hacia abajo, susurrándole al oído. —Porque desean ser ellos quienes quiten la tela. Hizo una pausa y besó su cuello, tiñendo la piel pálida de rojo antes de retractar su movimiento para fijar su vista en ella y responder con calma. —Desafortunadamente, no puedes ponerte el vestido de allí con esto —se rió entre dientes y le pasó una caja a su mano—. Y la buena noticia es que te he preparado un vestido. Elisa era una niña maldita que podía ver fantasmas. Su familia la odiaba y la lanzaba de una familia adoptiva a otra. Sin embargo, la desgracia no actuaba sola. Cuando la crió su tía, fue vendida como esclava. Cuando pensó que no sería nada más que un sacrificio para el hechicero, fue salvada por un hombre cuya identidad era muy distinta a la de un ser mítico normal. *** Este libro es ORIGINAL y no es una Traducción Únete al discord del Autor: https://discord.gg/YPKueb4
mata0eve · 163.9K Views

Odyssey to Dominion: Flint Barimah, Wielder of a SSTM DC

Odyssey to Dominion: Flint Barimah, Wielder of a SSTM DC In the tranquil village where his journey began, young Flint Barimah's life is forever altered by a celestial light descending from the heavens. Drawn by curiosity, Flint discovers a mysterious spaceship containing the Sequence Synthetic Management Data Cube (SSTM DC), a formidable System created by the legendary Nytri Elnora Alcore. The SSTM DC, along with its enigmatic universal communication linker, Arrmitsha (an artificial soul crafted to link multiverses) takes Flint as its wielder. Flint's world shifts dramatically as he embarks on a mission to harness the system's power, striving to increase his strength and uncover the universe's deepest secrets. By his side is a mysterious girl, sent to aid, guide, and mentor him, who becomes his steadfast companion and teacher. Before Flint fully realizes his potential, the curse afflicting his sister is broken, a cruel trick by a mischievous goddess. As he continues his journey, Flint learns that not all beings are as benevolent as they appear, prompting him to confront both gods and devils in a bid to restore peace to his world. The stakes escalate when Flint discovers the true purpose of the SSTM DC: to prepare Earth for an impending invasion by a formidable alien force known as THE FALLEN. With newfound allies from another universe, they rally Earth's Vanguard Forces to defend their home. The ensuing battle teeters on the brink of civilization's collapse, but reinforcements from Universe One, including the elite Black Core soldiers, turn the tide of war. In a climactic showdown, Flint and his allies face the ultimate adversary, the Fallen One, a leader among the alien invaders who escaped defeat in Universe One. Victorious yet aware of the persistent threat, Flint rises as an ambassador for the Resistance, joining the charge to liberate Earths across the multiverse from alien oppression. Witness Flint's transformation from a simple village boy to a legendary hero in " Odyssey to Dominion: Flint Barimah, Wielder of a SSTM DC" a sequel to "Odyssey to Dominion."
KA_Author · 4.5K Views

NPC wa Eiyuu no Yume wo Miru ka? (VRMMORPG : Elysia Online)

The world believes Elysia Online is just an ordinary virtual game—a vast fantasy world filled with adventure and a competitive ranking system. But the truth is far darker. Beneath its complex system, this game is a trap designed to lure in dangerous individuals—the Player Killers who take pleasure in torture and murder. The government created Elysia Online as a filtering tool, a way to identify psychopaths who could become threats in the real world. Inside the game, Player Killers experience pain as if it were real, and they relentlessly hunt powerful targets to slaughter. And worst of all... No one can log out. A Nonexistent NPC Rei Aetheros—a mere NPC working as a porter in the starting city. But unlike other NPCs, he is aware. He can see his own status, something that should be impossible for an NPC. Even stranger, his status is empty—only his name appears, with no other information. As he struggles to understand his existence, he unknowingly gets caught in a much larger conflict. The Player Killers begin to move. They have set their sights on the Top Rank, the strongest players in this world. But only Rei can see the hidden identities of the Player Killers. Only he knows how dangerous they truly are. And only he realizes that Elysia Online is far more than just a game. Vengeance, Trust, and a Hidden Truth Along his journey, Rei encounters a mysterious woman—a former Player Killer seeking revenge on someone within their ranks. Together, they embark on a journey to uncover the identity of the shadowy figure controlling the Player Killers from behind the scenes. But the deeper Rei delves... The more horrifying secrets he unravels. What is the truth behind this game? Why does he, an NPC, possess self-awareness? And most importantly... how do they escape this world? The answers to everything lie at the highest floor of this world. But waiting there... is a truth not everyone is ready to face. Genres & Key Elements: LitRPG | Isekai | Mystery | Action | Psychological | Romance | Dark Fantasy Player Killers as the ultimate threat MC is not a Player but an NPC with self-awareness A game world that is more than just a game Slow-burn romance with heroines playing significant roles Fanservice & character interactions to balance the tension Tagline: "In this world, Players can live… and Players can die. But me? I was never supposed to exist in the first place."
Ritzuu_ · 5.5K Views
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