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DEATH'S OWN

Born with an unusual birthmark, the shape of a skeleton’s head with rose patterns round about it on her neck, many believed she would only bring bad luck to those around her. This belief was solidified when two of her suitors died unexpectedly right after a visit to her home. Such a thing should come as a bother to any woman but the same could not be said about Nyx. She didn't care if the beliefs about her were true or false. She never liked any of her suitors. Her heart had always been longing for a certain man whom she was very familiar with in her childhood but ceased to appear before her the moment she entered adolescence. Since she knew him one thing was very certain about him, he was not human since he never aged. Not even once. Believing he would one day come again, Nyx was prepared to wait until the day they would meet again. But not everything goes as planned. Having a sickly mother whose only wish was to see her daughter get married and an influential suitor who didn't mind the deaths around her, Nyx soon found herself married off and her mother passed away leaving a father who dreaded her existence and a husband she never loved. **** From a distance he watched her grow, keeping his distance from her, staying within the shadows. As she aged slowly into adulthood, the mark on her neck became more prominent and so was her scent. He wanted her to grow, but when she finally came of age, he thought she would be better without him. But as time wore on and other men began to show interest in her, he could not hold back nor could he let them have her. He discarded those who had an interest in her but one of them slipped through his fingers while he was away and took her. He waited to see if she was happy with her life, with that man, if she was, then he would let her be. She would be able to live a happy life this time unlike the previous one, but everything changed when the forces from the underworld learned of her existence and her connection with him. Her husband was killed which he permitted and her life was in constant danger. Keeping the distance was no longer an option and he once again appeared before her.
Blessing_O · 64.9K Views

Soul Hunting

"Breakfast is ready, honey!" —— One second before my "wife" killed me. Alex Foster thought he was just an ordinary salesman at Oak Academy, until he was killed countless times by his "wife". "What are the benefits of being killed? At least I know how many ways a human can die, and I don't have to worry about marriage problems anymore." Every time he was resurrected, Alex found himself with a creepy "ability" — he could see Specters that ordinary people couldn't perceive. These were supernatural beings lurking on the fringes of human society, with distorted forms. "Doctor, your scalpel is quite shiny. By the way, a normal person's arm shouldn't bend like a spider's leg." When Alex discovered that Oak Academy, where he worked, overlapped in space with an ancient mental hospital, he was drawn into a conspiracy beyond his imagination. His colleagues disappeared one after another, and he could see those terrifying beings in charge of the "clean - up work". "Sarah Bennett has a great figure. So, judging by her amount of flesh, it will take the Specter at least three minutes to eat her. Don't worry, we still have time to escape." "Alex! What the hell are you talking about?!" Now, Alex has to navigate among the FBI's Paranormal Investigation Department, the Church of Light, and the mysterious Ace Society, looking for a way to become a Soul Hunter. After all, he has an unfinished task — to make the "wife" who killed him eighteen times taste the same pain. "In this world, not being able to see is actually a blessing. Unfortunately, I've seen too much."
Pernille_Svendsen · 3.4K Views

owned

In the first year after being sold off, you were lucky to have been placed with a wise cellmate. Although she was only 1 and a half years older, she had been here for a very long time. If not for her you would have ended up in the pile of bodies at the back of the farthest confinement unit long before you were able to be sold. After only 2 months with your new friend, her time to be sold off had come. She came to the cell excitedly, to fetch her belongings before finally bidding her goodbyes. Her belongings consisted of nothing, she had only used that as an excuse to come back and tell her little cellmate the exciting news. "He's so handsome and tall. He looked at me with eyes full of intrigue and passion!" Exclaimed Joelle, her cellmate. "I knew the day would come, he is a kind man as to even let me make one last trip down here, don't worry, Evalie. Someday, you will be bought and taken away from all of this by a handsome prince just like me. But for now, just hold tight and keep doing as I've taught you over this past few moons, I will always remember you, my evalie. Stay safe princess."those were the last sane words you ever heard come out of joelle's mouth. After only a mere month with the "handsome prince" Joelle was returned to the establishment, only the person that returned was but a mere shell of what her Joelle was before she left. The girl was only 16, but just in the course of a few moons, she had all the life and will to live sucked out of her. That man not only stomped one girls dream to be saved by a Prince Charming but it was actually two girls who had their hope extinguished and soaked in an endless flow of cold harsh water. Unfortunately that was the harsh truth slaves had to face. Wether you become a simple servant, to even a torture doll for your master to take out his frustrations on, you are a slave. That is your place. You must know it and abide by it, always, forever.
Grievingfairydust · 601 Views

The Soul Weaver

Avery Donovan, a dedicated undergraduate specializing in the study of the soul and mind, dreams of unraveling the mysteries of consciousness and the essence of existence. His research dives deep into the intersection of human behavior, the psyche, and the elusive nature of the soul itself. But his promising academic journey comes to an abrupt halt when a tragic accident leaves him in a coma. When Avery awakens, he finds himself reborn in an extraordinary world where magic and science coexist in a delicate balance. His new identity is Avery Nightshade, a twelve-year-old boy born into a family obsessed with political dominance and the control of ancient mystical forces. Seen merely as a tool for securing alliances, Avery is thrust into a life of manipulation and control, stripped of his autonomy. Yet, Avery is far from powerless. Haunted by memories of his past life and driven by his profound knowledge of the soul and mind, he begins to unravel the mechanics of this strange world's magic. Unlike others who view magic as a weapon or a means to power, Avery perceives it as an extension of the soul-mind-body connection—an intricate web that governs both the physical and metaphysical realms. By blending his psychological insights with this world's magical principles, Avery discovers new ways to manipulate emotions, alter perceptions, and even influence and control the souls of others. As he sharpens his abilities, Avery becomes entangled in a clandestine war between rival factions, each seeking control over a primal force capable of reshaping reality itself. As Avery delves deeper into this power struggle, he must confront his own limits. His increasing ability to manipulate minds and souls tempts him with the possibility of vengeance against those who have sought to control him. But Avery understands that freedom comes at a cost, and wielding such immense power requires him to grapple with the weight of his own morality. The Soul Weaver invites readers on a gripping journey where the mind and soul are not just tools but battlegrounds. Follow Avery Nightshade as he transforms from a disposable pawn into a formidable force, uncovering the delicate balance between control, freedom, and the profound mysteries of the soul. To master this new world, Avery must first master himself.
Twgc_writer · 3K Views

FRACTURED SOUL

Fractured Soul --- I was just five years old when they took me—stolen from everything I knew and thrown into a nightmare I couldn’t escape. For years, I was locked away in The Underground, where survival meant enduring horrors no child should ever face. But I survived. I didn’t break. And then, finally, I was rescued. Now, I’m thrown into the world above—a world I don’t understand. I’ve known magic exists, I’ve seen monsters, and I’ve fought them everyday of my life. Physically and mentally. But the Fae? That’s a whole different thing. I never knew about them, and now they’re everywhere and I'm one of them? They have their own rules, their own powers, and suddenly, I’m stuck in the middle of it all, trying to make sense of something I was never prepared for. I don’t know how to act around these people. They talk like they know things I don’t, and I feel out of place in this new world—like I don’t belong. And my naivety? Yeah, it’s there. I didn’t grow up with the world outside The Underground. I’ve spent my life surviving, not learning how to live. Everything is so different, and it’s terrifying. Every day, I’m bombarded with new information, new magic, new people—people with powers I don’t understand and a history I wasn’t taught. But there’s something else. Something deeper. I'm struggling with finding my place, and yet everything I do keeps pointing out that I might be the one in some resurfaced ancient prophecy. Now, I'm trying to avoid the rulers of the courts and their schemes–especially Eirlys, the King of the Winter Court. As I try to learn how to survive here, I’m also trying to figure out who I’m supposed to be in a world that seems to have its own agenda for me. The truth is, I’m not just scared of what I don’t understand—I’m scared of what I might become. There are people who fear me, others who want to use me, and a bloodline that could drag me back to the darkness I barely escaped. In Fractured Soul, I have to fight for my place in this new world. I’ll have to navigate my own ignorance, face the power inside me, and decide who I really am. But when the shadows of my past come calling, will I have the strength to stand, or will they pull me back into the dark? ---
Crystal_J_Tife · 8.7K Views
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