Clamps Traduzione

Hannah is absorbed in her school project when she hears her mother calling her downstairs. However, there’s something unsettling in her mother’s tone, a growing urgency that she can’t ignore. Intrigued yet cautious, Hannah begins to make her way down the stairs. Suddenly, she’s pulled into the nearby laundry room, a hand clamped over her mouth to stifle her reaction. To her shock, it’s her mother—eyes red and filled with terror. With a trembling whisper, her mother warns, “Don’t go down there, honey. I heard it too.” A cold chill washes over Hannah as she realizes that something, or someone, is downstairs, calling to her in her mother’s voice. But if her real mother is here, then who—or what—could be waiting beneath the stairs?

850 years have passed since Zargorwarths defeat and the Vermillion Empires sudden surge in power over the Multiverse. Victor Silvertounge the last of the Guardians of Light, stood overseeing the balance to ensure that it did not fall into the darkness. Victor could feel a change coming soon, the balance had been shifting and he did not know why but could sense that a Dra’ghoul was about to be born the first one since Draco Dra’ghoul Emma Silvertounge a Syeer far stronger than any other seen before while only at the young age of sixteen walked pieces of her crimson hair fell in front of her sea-blue eyes and her freckled checks “ Father, Who is Lupine Riddle ?” She asked Victor froze all time stood still, “ My child. Who told you about him? Victor said slowly his voice trembling with fear Emma replied “ No one I had a dream and his name popped into my head as did Angel born and Wolfkin. What do they mean?” Victor did not respond for a moment “ Tell me Emma did you see a Sword of Crimson Fire, a Spear of Golden Light, and an Ax with a wolf's head engraved on the hilt?” She nodded slowly Victor sighed “ I feared as much. One last question was there a child with a dragon tattoo on his right arm?” Emma nodded Victor refined from cursing “ my child it would seem that you are somehow linked with this new Dra’ghoul and those you saw in your vision. Do you know where he will be born?” Emma replied, “ Haven Valley his mother Ashi Ember was just pronounced pregnant.” Victor picked up his staff and said “ good then we will go and live in Haven Valley post haste.” Emma replied, “ but what about the balance?” Victor paused and said “ There is nothing I can do to prevent what will happen. The Balance will fall to darkness if I am here or not. Victor turned to Emma who was looking out at the ever-expanding Space-Time Contium the images of her vision burned into her mind never to leave. Victor placed a hand on her shoulder "We must leave post-haste the sooner we can get to the mother the better." Emma nodded before they left she went and packed a medium sized bag with cloths, a leather bond book named Tales of Tylingariea by Damion Vixen Dorima and secered a silver blaclet onto her right wrist with a loud click the braclet clamped around her wrist buzzing and turning a dark blue.. she picked up her bag and meet Victer in front of a massive green portal that lead to the Haven. Taking one last look back at the Bridge of Reality Emma walked into the portal and the Wheels of Destiny for her and others were set into motion

"What happens when a nerdy girl falls for a playboy?" "They say that pain is a sign of weakness leaving your body but in my case, it's a clamp that refuses to let go of my heart no matter how hard I try." Chisom has had a complicated life but when she meets him, the world seems brighter and everything feels a thousand times better. Even though Chisom masquerades as the strongest person she knows with nothing being able to move her, deep down, her emotions are as fragile as an egg: easily shattered. Meeting him was one of the best things to happen to her. He was her first love but would he be her last?

{WARNING! MATURE CONTENT} PROLOGUE:  Alan yelled, his voice shuddering through his mate's heart, "You are mine and nobody else’s." “I am not yours! Are you insane?” Eleanor questioned while inspecting him. She was puzzled by the man's bizarre behavior in front of her. "I am aware that you enjoy dancing, but I make a distinction between the dance you teach and the one I just witnessed you perform.” Oh, so this was the reason for the yelling. She nearly chuckled as she told him, "This little dance is nothing," but she bit her lip when she saw a severe scowl on his face. “How many dicks do you think didn’t get hard from that little dance you did?” He was staring at her with glares that seemed to want to peer into her soul. He wasn't joking; he could smell every hot male in the room, desiring to have her. "It is all in your head!” She equally shouted, her voice loud as she continued, "I won't stop dancing just because it makes you jealous.” “Oh, you'd do that. And I'm not Jealous either!” Even though he shouted those words, the jealousy that was seething inside of him beckoned him to dispute his words. "I'm still not over the ruse you pulled on me when you misled me to think you purchased Hermosa. Trust me, if you try anything stupid, that's where I'll draw the line between us.” Both of their chests tightened at the mere prospect of being apart. “Huh! Do you believe getting rid of me is so simple? It would require one of us to pass away because the connection between you and me is too strong- stronger than you think.” “Then quit being a jerk, please!” Her comments caused him to painfully clamp his fingers into his palms. “You should also stop your sensual dances, I say! We would stop this argument if you agreed your dances seduce men.” Eleanor's face became hot with rage at that. The fact that Alan's jealousy grew every day was beyond her comprehension and she knew that this fight would not end anytime soon. Every time Alan watched her dancing, he felt the possessive trait that every werewolf experienced for his mate. What kind of dance would she be doing if he wasn't present, too?   Even without dancing attractively, she was enough to draw attention by simply standing there still. He should now begin remodeling all prisons and dungeons to his comfort because he was certain that he would kill someone one of these days. ****** When a father offered his life to save another, fates were forever altered. One was a human, the other a werewolf: She'll show you dance moves you've never seen before if you give her the beat! Eleanor has a carefree and friendly demeanor, and guests are always warmly greeted by her friendly demeanor. But beneath that lovely grin lurks a volcano waiting to erupt if prodded. Alan is a powerful Beta- adept at business, and everything he touches flourishes. His accompanying extras are fame and fortune. While Eleanor vows that she will never forgive Alan and his brothers for the humiliation and anguish she had endured at their hands, she found herself getting drawn to him the more. Alan, on the other hand, was conflicted about Eleanor's work and got divided between changing who she is and what she values the most. Is there going to be a battle if the powerful meet the insane? Or will an unforeseen sequence of events bring harmony to a couple doomed from the start? Would this cause them to grow apart even though they are mated? Who, after all, is this evil she-wolf, also hunting for any chance to harm this human? ***** Join discord : https://discord.gg/7TJWb2Qm

She is a practical realist, a lover of science, and a nonbeliever in destiny and magic. He is a demigod King who rules a mythical kingdom with supernatural powers. Evie is a cold and laid-back aircraft mechanic who lives in the urban city, trying to live a mediocre life, just to escape her traumatic past. On the other hand, King Adamos is a conservative perfectionist ruler who maintained the magical Kingdom of Edin in peace and solitude for centuries. What happens when both of their lives get entangled by a playful game of destiny? Would they allow themselves to be entangled in its hands and be transformed by each other’s differences? Or would they try to get out of its clutches and go back to their own fabricated world? ******* Excerpts: His Majesty’s Chamber’s colossal ceiling, which was previously just a bland shade of beige and gray, suddenly transformed into a multi-chromatic one. It appeared like a display of dynamic patterns of brilliant lights that appear as curtains, rays, spirals, and flickers covering the entire sky. The magnificent picture would mesmerize anyone who loves magic and beauty combined into one spectacular scenery. But not Evie. Her suspicious eyes narrowed as she searched for gears in the ceiling edges. ‘The King’s Chamber must be like a convertible car. And that kaleidoscopic display must be the actual color of the night sky here in Edin,’ she analyzed as she scrutinized the structure. She knew how convertible cars work. They have gears with brackets with teeth connected to the primary structure of the roof of the cars. But she could not see any forms of gears. Still, she didn’t believe that this King had powers and that he was showing them off right now. “I know it’s a trick. You cannot fool me.” Evie’s unfazed eyes now darted at King Adamos. He was currently on top of her, ready to take her as was proper for their honeymoon. And they were both lying down on his bed. With his raven locks flowing down his strikingly handsome face and his naked taut chest, Evie couldn’t help but clamp her lips together. If not, they might betray her and speak out her thoughts that for her, he was more beautiful than the display above them. She thought he would get mad at her for sneering at his effort to impress her. But to Evie’s bewilderment, a corner of the King’s moist wet lips curled up. Then he drew near her and whispered in a hoarse and rugged voice, “I don’t care what you think. You are mine tonight, Evie.” ******* Note: Everything written here is purely figments of my imagination. You may find errors, as English is not my primary language. Please bear with me. :’) You can also reach me out here: FB: novelistilia IG: novelistilia FB group: Ilia’s World Thank you for giving this book a chance! Lots of love XOXO

“I’m going to tell you what I have in mind,” he murmured. “First you’re going to strip down until you’re completely naked,” he whispered against her ear. “Then I’m going to tie you up so you’re completely powerless and subject to my every whim.” “Mmm, sounds good so far,” she murmured. “Then I’m going to insert a plug to prepare you for me. After that I’m going to spank that sweet ass of yours until it’s rosy with my marks.” She shivered uncontrollably, her mind exploding with the images he evoked. She let out a small whimper as he sucked the lobe of her ear into his mouth. God, she could cum with just his words. She was already aching with need. Her nipples tingled and hardened to painful points. Her clit pulsed and twitched between her legs until she clamped her thighs together to alleviate the burn. “And then I’m going to f**k your mouth. But I won’t cum. Not yet. When I’m close, I’ll flog you again until your ass is burning and you’re on fire with the need for relief. And then I’m going to f**k that ass. I’m going to take you hard and rough, to the very limits of what you can withstand. I won’t be gentle. Not tonight. I’m going to take you as roughly as you can stand. And then I’m going to cum all over your ass. Are you ready to be completely and utterly dominated?"

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While attending a prestigious military school Samuel struggles with discrimination and unfair regulations due to his family’s magic. A group of rebels trying to use him, a man who has a firm clamp on Samuel’s magic, and worst of all he has a stupid crush on the top scoring student, aka Mr. Perfect.

Reverse Harem Fantasy. Witch x Beastmen. --- In a realm where magic and desire collide, Aella—an unsuspecting witch—awakens to a strange world. Surrounded by two ferocious-looking giant beasts, she finds herself in an unexpected predicament. Face with the two giant big eaters' set of sharp canines and teeth, she shuddered with trepidation. Her small figure won’t even fill the gap of their teeth! But what’s this? The first creature, a giant black snake with a hiss that could curdle potions, claims her as its mate. “Female, you should be grateful instead of whining! I made you my wife after I save your life with my precious essence,” it insists. “We’ve already united our bodies. You’re mine!” However, Aella isn’t having it. No, she couldn't possibly just accept this! Who in their right mind would suddenly agree to such set up? Her and a beast? She's not even a Disney princess who got lost in the forest finding her father, she's a witch, okay? “W-What? But why me?!” she protests with tears in her eyes. “If you want a wife, why not find a female snake of your kind? I may be skinny, but I’m most definitely not a snake! I can’t! No. I don’t want it! I..." whittled with anxiety, she blurted out without thinking in fear of his deadly glares. Aella swallowed her indignation and clamped her eyes, trembling. Why is he darting her scary looks as if she was the one who did something bad and scammed him off his virginity? Isn't it the other way around?! "Y-You know, ugh... Mr. Snake. I-I'm not saying this out of spite," oh she totally does! "B-But I can't probably marry a snake. I'm a person, while you're a... unique creature? So... I will only marry a human—one with two feet and two hands. Y-You know?" Cold beads of sweat appeared on her forehead, she could hardly explain it. "O-Oh the... that's right… a handsome man too!” she added on an impulse. The least of her worries was them transforming into humans. I mean how can a beast transform into human, right? RIGHT?! It’s just that, instead of getting angry, the two beasts exchange glances and break into grins. Causing Aella to feel ominous with a pounding heartbeat. Suddenly, the crimson bear leans in. “Is that your only requirement?” he asks confidently. "O-Of course...?“ for a moment she felt something wasn't right but brush it off, "You... you can't negotiate with that. I will only marry a handsome man!" exclaimed the girl full of conviction. "Alright, then. But there’s really no need to compare. Trust me, I’m more handsome than my brother.” "Right. I know it would be impossib—uhh… Huuhhh?!" And so begins Aella's adventure in Asteria—a place where myths and magic intertwine, where strength is wisdom, and muscle is the basis of beauty and honor. Dive into this fantastical world, where desire ignites like a spell waiting to be cast!

Synopsis "Hubby, some people ate trampling on me. I want to beat them up." "No problem. How many men should I send?" .... "Hubby, someone stole my work. What should I do?" "Should I break their hands or clamp their mouths?" Assistant: Boss, someone is proposing to your wife" Hubby: Go and abduct him....No. Get the cars ready grabs coat Note: The cover picture is not mine. Credits to the original artist at shuttlestock

"What?" she asks as she stared at him, eyes wide with shock. "You have to marry me" he says again with a stoic face. "B-but, why?" she says, tears forming slowly in her large doey eyes. "Because I say so" he says as a devillish smirk stretched across his beautiful face. " I don't want to?" she says in a feeble voice, the sentence coming out as a question instead of a statement. "It's happening whether you like it or not" He says with finality and she clamped her mouth shut.

Seized by a panic such as she had never experienced in the 22 short years of her life, she scrambled in his grip. A whiff of blood mingled with an intoxicating scent of cedar. “Shh.” He lowered his head. Clamped to his firm chest, she gulped at the dark red seeping through his shirt ivory white. She risked a glimpse up. Under a silver-black phantom half mask was a sculpted face. His jet-black hair looked wet, sweeping his shoulders. Contrasting his pale complexion were those burgundy red lips, above which, a straight nose cast a shadow on his thin eyes the color of onyx. He glanced down at her, his gaze otherworldly. “If you’re thinking of getting on the back of the truck,” he wheezed, his larynx heaving. “Bad idea.” Deep like the rumbling sea and magnetic, his voice threatened to drown any audience.

Note: This is incest. *** "You are sure you won't regret this?" he warned, eyes dark and dangerous. "Cause there's no going back once that pussy turns to mine." I looked at the chains on the bed again and pictured them clamped on my wrists, my tits and pussy in full display... Maybe deadly will do for now... *. *. *. *.* Who am I to reject the most handsome boy in town which all women long for? Despite knowing this, the thirst for a drop from his hot-as-hell river of sexiness can't be quenched. Fantasies turned into cravings which in turn spurred the implementation of my devious plans to get him all to myself. "I've been a bad girl, punish me and... Make me ooze hard..." I finally mutter.

Right from the moment he realized it, he swore to himself that he would never let anyone break her again.... He was royalty,she was the illegitimate daughter of an Earl. ~ ### Excerpt: A frown marred Ellie's face remembering what her sister did. Clarice who had noticed the King walking in her direction suddenly put up a sweet smile. She knew it.She knew he wouldn't be able to resist her.Many men had come to accompany her but she had downright refused them in hope. She felt giddy. Ellie wondered why her sister had suddenly smiled spun around only to see the mysterious stranger walking towards them. Clarice who had opened her mouth to speak suddenly clamped it shut seeing as he had passed her. Her smile fell. Just like many others,she turned around. His steps slowed upon reaching Ellie. Finally he stopped right in front of her. Stretching out a hand for her,he said. "Dance with me,Elle".

"That criminal, thinking he is so great just because he hasn't been caught," Milan said angrily, gritting her teeth. ~ She ran and quickly ducked into an alley keeping a lookout for her chaser. She sighed and slumped while still staying alert. "I hope I lost him," she muttered quietly with watchful eyes. ~ "Wait! That isn't a dog, it's a lion. How is that possible?" She whispered looking at the lion walking towards her. ~ "What?!" I gasped in shock at what I saw and quietly clamped my hand over my mouth to stifle the sound. ~ "Just great. I was kidnapped by a villain in my sleep. Do this people not know that you should never kidnap a lady when she is asleep?" I asked sarcastically as I tugged on my hands that were tied to the chair. ~ Hey, this book as you would have guessed, is a compilation of different short/mini stories that just appeared to me. Do not copy as they are my original stories. So just press that read button and check it out, you can comment and vote on the chapters that you like. Thanks. -Pictures are not mine and belong to their respective owners. -Stories by me, Tennyliz. -Amazing cover by @MelaninVogue on Wattpad.

"The kid glanced at me before dropping the knife and turning to run off time froze and it seemed as if it had taken forever to turn my finger, clamping down on the trigger. A slight pop filling the air the silencer quieting the blow, I watched his body go limp and hit the ground. I had just murdered my first person...." ----------------------- Left at birth by her parents Trixi Mariana Rodden was bounced from one foster home to another until one day she stumbled into a life she never imagined. A young girl sold to sex trafficking finds herself years later working for the man who saved her. Only now she is Queen B of the human trafficking and drug smuggling ring in south Florida, until one day she up and leaves everything behind to start a new life but no matter how much she wants to be normal her old life always seems to follow her putting her new life and everyone in it in danger. "The world is a dangerous place to live; not because of the people who are evil, but because of the people who don't do anything about it."

Stormy bought as a slave by prince rohan was in for a world of trouble. He planned on using her powers for his own gain, this is if she could actually control them. On the other hand the king of the underworld was hell bent on saving her, and making her his queen. Stormy wants to just go back home and rescue her family from the clutches of the king and to get rid of the gift the ancient spirit gave her. The soul of the moon goddess. A power so great that even king Rohan feared it. ... "I know a way out, but you must promise my escape." "Fine, but how can we trust you." I asked. "Because we know each other stormy, and there is something I desperately want from you." "And what is that?" I was curious now. I knew the voice was familiar but without a face to put it to I really couldn't remember. "I want you to return where you came from. The sea. Oh yes, I know who you really are and I also know of the prophesy about you...you don't belong here." His voice was mocking me, I could feel it. He was all high and mighty and I hated it. "Shut up. You know nothing of me." I warned him. "Oh but I do, I know your father wasn't really murdered. In fact he's still in those precious mines. I also know that your real parents were killed by his majesty in order to get rid of you, but that clearly didn't happen." He studied me with those judgy eyes, and I felt like a slave... I clamped my fists and gritted my teeth. How could he know of such things? My "father" told me they had abandoned me as a baby in order to protect me and had been murdered by the kings men, but in truth that was all he ever told me.... "Shut up." I ordered through my gritted teeth.

Keeping a secret frm a mad bossman and wishing she u could take one nite back will forever be an illusion…Chantell yelled. “I don’t kno what else there is to do Chan “, Mia’s voice was low and shaky. Chantell look at her cousin and touched her heart. It hurt !!It really gutted her. She had never seen Mia like this . Even when her dad died she was still able to get up n carry on. Mia didn’t look the same her skin was pale her hair had not been comb out the thickness in her roots had come back. Her eyes were darken and swallowed. It looked like she had been crying for months. If the robe she was wearing wasn’t cream n white Chantell would have definitely thought she was no longer bathing. Chantell stood still for a moment before she kneeled down to hold her cousin . She wonder what could have happen but she was also scared to hear the answer!! She then regained her composure before she spoke, “I don’t kno what happen and u don’t have to tell if your not ready” she paused for a moment. Chantell stood there holding Mia as she cried out just hearing Chantell words. The truth was she had wanted to tell Chantell everything but for the first time in there life she didn’t kno how. Mia slowly stood up and dropped her robe off her body. There was no words to be spoken just expressions and a jar dropping moment. Chantell looked up at Mia and clamped her mouth . Was she looking correctly!!! She had absolutely no words just expression and thoughts. Never in a million year did she think when she found her cousin it would end up like this. She had been looking for her for months and knew something had to be wrong . But the sight she was looking at was not.

"I have a delivery for you ma'am" I said trying to sound serious but men was I flustered, she's just out of the bathroom,her black hair wet and dripping,it looked fluffy and velvety, I resisted the urge to touch her. My eye traveled down her body, she was wearing an oversized t-shirt and I bet she wasn't on panties, she clamped her legs,damn, I felt my member twitch, this isn't the time to fantasize about her in bed. I shook my head with the aim of shaking my thoughts away. " Thank you". Damn!! I cursed inwardly, making sure my eyes did not give away my intentions. I started cursing more since I met her . Her rounded breast stood and her nipple was calling out to me. She opened the door wide and made to get the box. I purposely dropped it without any care in the world, whatever was the content I'd replace it. I dragged her towards me and gave her a very rough kiss. At this point I wasn't thinking rationally, I grabbed her ass and she let out a soft moan before pushing me back. I was yearning for more, I've lost my sanity. I can't believe I just did that. " I'm sorry.." I started to apologize,but she cut me short with a slap. I deserved it and even more..... When a multi billionaire who owns an automobile engineering company decides to fall in love again, he didn't know it would be with a good looking waitress who seemed uninterested in him and everything he does because of her past experience in love. He's resolute to fight for her love and attention and also go through her pains and struggles with her. Would she accept his love advances or continue to wallow in her past??.

"I'm interested as long as we don't engage in any physical contact that would lead to sex or the act itself. As your temporary future wife, I can tolerate hugs, pecks, and holding hands. Anything more intimate than that will get you a kick in the balls just like what happened yesterday. I will raise the 'pain intensity' every time you violate my personal space without a valid reason." He flashed me a smile that would make ladies swoon. "I consider myself warned by a bloodthirsty wench." Good. "I'm not allowed to have a sidepiece, right?" He raised an eyebrow. "Side-piece?" "Boyfriend." I trailed off as a flush crept across my cheeks. Would I dare, though? Darius's lips tightened as if he's contemplating something. He finally spoke up after what seems like an eternity, looking serious as hell. "Not while you're married to me. Perfect little wife, remember?" "She can be the perfect little wife if she hides the side-piece well," I whispered, challenging him. "We're not even married yet and you're already thinking of cheating?" "I will not cheat, Darius. How about you?" Clamping my lips in amusement, I leaned forward to the table. "Can you remain celibate for years for the sake of this perfect husband image and your inheritance?" Our knees knocked together under the table, sending electric aftershocks on my skin. Darius flinched at the contact. Did he feel it too? "I'll be discreet." So, it's okay for him to seek other women and I'm not allowed to seek men for my pleasure? "Exactly. I'll be discreet." I emphasized the word 'I'. I pushed away my plate. I just lost my appetite. "But why do you have to look for another man when I'm already here?" He reasoned out as he stared deep into my eyes. "I can give you sex." I choked in my drink and almost spat on his face. In my effort not to, I coughed uncontrollably. "No sex." I tightened my fist, trying to stay calm. I didn't want to give him a lecture about gender inequality when I needed his money to survive. "Make it clear in the contract, Darius. I don't mix business with pleasure. Understand?" "Maybe I'll just have to tempt you, then." Darius' voice was deep and husky I can't help but shiver at its promise of ecstasy in them. He moved towards me and gripped my armchair.  His grip wasn't strong but it has no intention of letting go. "Would you want me to?"

[Truyện được người Việt sáng tác 100%] Truyện thuộc thể loại đồng nhân, xuyên không, hệ thống...không ngựa giống não tàn. Nhân vật chính là người thời xưa, gia đình có cha truyền cho kỹ năng chế tạo con rối. Gặp ngay lúc chiến loạn, dẫn đến tử vong. Anh gặp được rất nhiều sự việc khiến người đau lòng. Anh cũng gặp được cơ hội thay đổi cuộc đời mình. Được máu huyết của một Noblesse quyền năng (Cadis Etrama Di Raizel) Huyết tộc, giúp trọng sinh thân thể. Lại có bàn tay vàng hệ thống, mở ra bước phát triển không tưởng cho tương lai sau này. Nhân vật chính, không phải bá đạo hay thích hốt gái lập hậu cung. Nhưng các con rối do anh chế tạo thì...ai mà đoán trước được? Yêu thích làm con rối, xem hết thảy cảm xúc cung bậc ấm lạnh trên đời. Nhẹ nhàng, trầm lắng và có chút gì đó riêng. Khác hẳn những thể loại hệ thống cường cường của tác giả khác. Mở đầu câu chuyện là... Một người chuyên chế tác con rối ở một ngôi làng nọ, thuộc vùng đất xa. Bởi chiến tranh mà ngôi làng bị nhấn chìm trong biển lửa của sự tàn khốc, anh ra đi trong im lặng. Linh hồn của anh trôi nổi trong vũ trụ, tình cờ anh gặp được Rai ( Cadis Etrama Di Raizel) và chứng kiến cái chết của cậu ta. Một phần máu huyết của Rai tình cờ dung nhập vào linh hồn anh, cùng lúc đó một luồng sáng khổng lồ bắn vào Rai và cũng chia ra 1/3 bắn vào anh. Anh đạt được một lần hồi sinh và cuộc sống của anh chuyển biến từ đây. Với những thăng trầm trong cuộc sống, những khách hàng ghé thăm tiệm của anh, nghe họ kể về câu chuyện của mình và cần những con búp bê do anh làm ra. Cũng không chỉ là như thế không, anh còn tạo ra cho mình 9 con rối "Đặc biệt". Mình nhấn mạnh hai chữ đặc biệt ở đây là hoàn toàn khác biệt hẳn với những con rối khác. Còn nếu muốn biết thêm, thì theo dõi truyện của mình đi nhá. ^^ Các thế giới sẽ đi qua: Hikaru no go (đã xong)/ Inuyasha (đã xong)/ Kimetsu no Yaiba/ Nurarihyon/ Sử thi Gilgamesh / Sông Nile Nữ Nhi Carol/ Akame Ga Kill/ Fate Zero/ Fate Stay Night/ Attack on titan / Toriko/ Hokage Naruto/ Hunter x Hunter/ Shaman King/ Fate Grard Order... Và nhiều thế giới khác nữa. Bộ này cũng là bộ thứ hai mình tự sáng tác. Và sau này những bộ mình viết cũng sẽ là bối cảnh về Noblesse hay Vampire. Nếu bạn dị ứng thì mình đành chịu, nhưng đây là sở thích của mình nên các bạn thông cảm. Bộ thứ hai tuy thuộc về thể loại đồng nhân, nhưng những pha chiến đấu gay cấn thì mình viết có thể vẫn chưa hay lắm. Vì mình chỉ thích những màn đấu trí tràn đầy trí tuệ thôi. Và các bạn còn sẽ được nghe những câu chuyện ngắn khác nhau hay sự trải nghiệm ở thế giới khác, thì đây là một bộ truyện rất phù hợp với bạn. Những người yêu thích sự vui vẻ hoạt bát, nhưng cũng là sự lên xuống của những cung bậc cảm xúc, tình thân, tình bạn, tình yêu... Tất cả đều được tập hợp trong " Noblesse Chế Tạo Con Rối Thần". Không có não tàn hay những pha hành động mang tính chất Hollywood. Gái thì có, hậu cung thì... không có bạn nha. Nếu bạn nào từng đọc qua những tác phẩm của Clamps hay Tiệm thú kiểng của Bá Tước D. Thì truyện mình cũng mang phong cách như thế. Chỉ hơi giống chứ mình không copy y nguyên ra đó nha bạn. Cấp bậc phân chia con rối : Hạ cấp con rối, Nhân cấp con rối, Địa cấp con rối, Thiên cấp con rối, Ngụy thần con rối, Thần cấp con rối và...??? Cấp bậc phân chia vật phẩm: Hạ cấp, Bình thường, Hiếm, Đặc biệt, Cổ Đại, Huyền thoại, Ảo tưởng. Mình biết thể loại đồng nhân mà không có gái thì sẽ rất nhạt nhẽo. Nhưng mình chỉ yêu thích chế độ 1 chồng 1 vợ thôi, chắc do ta cung Kim Ngưu là thanh niên nghiêm túc và chung thủy. Mà sau khi suy nghĩ thật lâu, chết gần hết tế bào não. Ta bỗng nhiên nhớ ra, ta không hậu cung hay ngựa giống. Nhưng các con rối do ta tạo ra thì...hé hé. Cho các Bác tự do suy nghĩ đấy. À thì, dù sao đây cũng là bộ thứ hai đầu tay ta viết. Có sơ sót thì A/e thông cảm cho ta. Mong được ủng hộ nhiều hơn!!! Tks các Bác.

SYNOPSIS 'Damn!!' Sebastian exclamined in his mind. He growled silently while staring at the little girl who stood before him. His silent growl caused the men standing beside him to shiver. He tightly closed his eyes, trying to control his boiling anger. 'Selene, are you playing tricks on me?' He screamed in his mind. 'How can I mate a little girl?' "SELENE!!" he yelled out loudly causing the people in the hall to flinch. "In all the years of my existence, all you can give to me,"...... He trailed off as he stared at the girl. "Is a little scum as a mate," He yelled out furiously. "Who's a scum?" Her little voice echoes in the hall, as she place her little hand on her waist. He clenched his hand into a fist as he stood up majestically from his throne. A huge and muscular king of Werewolves, his gorgeous face, high sharp chin and dark captivating golden eyes makes him look more attractive and heart path-taking. A sight that curses every woman to lick his feet, His long black hair were parked in a high ponytail with a golden crown on it, making him look like a handsome demon god. He walked past her with his men heading towards the door of the castle and her little voice echoes behind him. "Are you leaving just like that without saying anything?" He slowly turn and stared maliciously into her obsidian black eyes. "And who the fuck do you think you are to question me?" His sonorous voice sounded malicious, sending chilly down her spine as she slowly swallow her saliva. "i-- I'm your mate," She stammered causing him to chuckle. "MATE? Wrong information," He said as he continue walking out of the hall. "It doesn't matter what you see or say, all you have to know is that, i'm your destined Mate and nothing can it," She voiced out firmly. "I reject you," He spat out causing everyone to gasps. "You can't do that," She yelled out. "I was chosen by the moon goddess to be your one and only mate." Her word caused him to stop and then materialized right in front of her within a blink of an eye, holding her tightly on neck causing her to choke. "If killing you will prove to that moon goddess that I don't need silly little girl as a mate, then I will do it." He growled viciously as his eyes fluctuate into bloody red, she coughed while struggling to free her self from his grip, but her little hands couldn't clamp his larg ones. He finally released his grip on her causing her to fall on her knees gasping for air. "Throw her out!!" He commanded, "And I dont wanna see her ever again," He added and with that he stomped out of the throne room.

“Why are you doing this? Why?” “Mom, what do you mean by ‘why’? I’m doing all of this for you.” His voice had a strange gentleness, laced with an unsettling calm. “You’re just confused because you hit your head. That’s why I’m giving you time and space to think.” “Who is your mom, huh? I am not the woman you think I am!” Rebecca's voice trembled with defiance, but the tremor in her hands betrayed her. “I have never been that person...” Before she could finish, his hand clamped over her mouth, silencing her. His grip was firm, but his eyes softened in that familiar way that once seemed innocent, but now chilled her to the bone. “Mom,” he whispered, leaning closer, his breath warm against her skin, “you are my mom. The one who first took care of me, who gave me my first real meal… So, please, don’t say things that will hurt us both.” Without another word, he turned on his heel and walked out of the basement, the click of the lock echoing in the silence as the heavy door sealed her inside. Rebecca slid down to the cold floor, her body sagging against the wall. The expression on her face was no longer one of anger or fear, just a hollow, distant stare—a stark contrast to the passionate woman who moments ago had lashed out at her 'son'. How did it come to this? How had she found herself trapped in this nightmarish situation? She couldn’t comprehend how the boy she had raised had become so twisted, so unhinged, consumed by an obsession. He was fixated on the idea that she was his mother—not because of the care and warmth he had received from his real mother, but because of the care Rebecca had given him. She had stepped into the role with utmost emotion, raising him as if he were her own. But the moment she tried to reveal her true identity, the truth of who she really was, he stopped her. He didn’t want to hear it. He couldn’t bear the thought that the one person who had shown him true affection wasn’t the woman he desperately wanted her to be. The madness in his eyes haunted her. He wasn’t simply confused—he knew. He wanted her to become that woman. And he wouldn’t stop until she accepted that horrifying lie. “Don’t worry. If you truly want to escape, we can help you. We will help you.” The voice was delicate, fluttering in the stillness. It came from a butterfly—a shimmering, ethereal creature that hovered before her. Its wings glowed faintly in the dim light, reflecting the smallest hints of magic. Rebecca’s lips twisted into a bitter smile as she gazed at the butterfly. It was almost laughable, the cruelty of it all. The very gods she had once trusted, the ones she had so diligently served, had kept this terrible secret from her. They had watched everything unfold, indulging in the spectacle like it was a game for their amusement, only stepping in now because things had spiraled beyond their control. She had believed they were her friends, that they valued her loyalty, her offerings. She had shared her most intriguing knowledge with them, thinking it was a fair exchange. But in the end, they had betrayed her, sitting idle while her life was in a mess. “You?” she whispered, her voice low and venomous. “You want to help me? After everything you’ve done by staying silent? By watching this sick play, entertained by my suffering?” Though her voice was barely audible, she didn’t need to shout to express the depth of her rage. Her tone seethed with quiet fury. She didn’t want her captor to hear, but her anger was raw, palpable. She treated him as her own son, but he was not willing to accept her as his mother, he was obsessed with the original soul who didn't treat him well. Rebecca’s thoughts turned darker, colder. She didn’t just want to escape—she wanted to disappear entirely. She couldn’t live like this, not in this prison of delusion and betrayal. She would find a way out. She had to. And when she did, she would make sure she was never found again.