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THE HALF-BLOOD CROWN

Aeliana’s body tensed, every instinct urging her to flee, but her legs refused to obey. The weight of Kaelion’s presence pressed down on her chest, as if the air itself bowed to his will. She clenched her fists, willing herself to stay upright, to meet his gaze with whatever scraps of courage she could muster. She wouldn’t let him see her fear. “Step forward,” Kaelion ordered, his tone smooth but unyielding. Her jaw tightened. The part of her that was human screamed to fight, to run, but there was a faint hum beneath her skin—a whisper of something else. Something fae. It stirred like a forgotten memory, pulling her feet forward against her will. She stopped only a breath away from him, her chin tilted defiantly despite the trembling in her limbs. Up close, the king was even more overwhelming. His features were carved in sharp, perfect lines, his mismatched eyes glinting with an intelligence that saw too much. He wasn’t just cruel; he was calculating. A predator who enjoyed the chase as much as the kill. “What are you?” Kaelion asked, his voice soft but dangerous. He reached out, his claw-tipped fingers brushing the edge of her hood. She flinched, and his lips twitched—a hint of amusement at her reaction. “I’m no one,” she bit out, her voice steadier than she felt. “Just a thief.” “A thief?” he echoed, his fingers catching the edge of the hood. With a single motion, he pushed it back, exposing her face to the moonlight. The murmurs of the onlookers grew louder, their perfect features twisting with disdain. Kaelion’s eyes narrowed, his gaze raking over her. “No one, indeed.” He took a step closer, his presence enveloping her like a dark tide. “And yet… there’s something about you. Something familiar.” Aeliana’s heart pounded as his hand moved, fingers brushing the curve of her jaw. His touch was light, but it burned like fire, sending a shiver down her spine. “I should kill you for your insolence,” Kaelion said, his voice dropping to a dangerous whisper. “But there’s a… curiosity to you. A defiance I rarely see.” His lips curled into a smirk that didn’t reach his eyes. “I think I’ll keep you instead.” “Keep me?” Her voice cracked as anger flared, momentarily overriding her fear. “I’m not some pet to be claimed.” Kaelion’s smirk vanished, replaced by a cold, imperious glare. “You misunderstand, little thief. I’m not offering you a choice.” Aeliana’s stomach twisted as he raised his hand, his fingers glowing faintly with dark energy. Before she could react, a pulse of power shot through her, wrapping around her wrists like invisible chains. She stumbled, her knees buckling, but the magic held her upright. “You’ve entered my city, stolen from my people, and dared to defy me,” Kaelion said, his voice echoing with authority. “Your punishment will serve as a lesson to all who think they can do the same.” “And what punishment is that?” she spat, struggling against the bonds. Kaelion leaned in, his face inches from hers. “You’ll serve me,” he said, his voice a low, menacing growl. “Body and soul. Until I decide you’ve earned your freedom.” The crowd gasped, their whispers growing louder as the king straightened. Aeliana’s blood ran cold as she realized the full weight of his words. This wasn’t just about punishment—it was about control. And she was at the mercy of a man who had none. “Take her to the palace,” Kaelion commanded, his eyes never leaving hers. “I’ll decide what to do with her later.” The soldiers moved to obey, and Aeliana felt herself being pulled away, her body still bound by the king’s magic. As they dragged her through the streets, the crowd parted, their beautiful faces filled with a mix of fear and contempt. She clenched her fists, her mind racing. She couldn’t let this be the end. She wouldn’t let herself be another victim of Kaelion’s tyranny. Somewhere deep inside her, the faint hum of power stirred again, stronger this time.
KENNYWROTEIT · 1.2K Views

Half me and half...

"Get your hands off me!" she wrestled against my grip, so I held her even tighter. "Put this on!" I groaned, toiling to keep her in place and wishing again I’d worn the damn gloves. The feel of her warm skin under my arm and palm wasn’t helping my focus. "I'm not taking you home like this!" "You don't tell me what to do!" she snapped, thrashing to break free of my hold as I fumbled with the cloak in my other hand, trying to drape it over her bare shoulders. "I'm not going home! Let me go, I said!" "Did you really think I got you out of there just to let you wander the streets, almost naked, like a lunatic?" That stopped her. "What did you call me?!" "LU-NA-TIC." "You... You…! Take your hands off me, you insolent brute!" Enraged, she yanked her arm too abruptly and lost her balance. I caught her, wrapped her in the cloak, and threw her over my shoulder. "PUT ME DOWN!" She shrieked and flailed, but I ignored her, making my way to the Commander’s house, which, thanks to Braa, was only two streets away. Since the entire population was in the square for the ridiculous festival, no one intervened at the frantic cries of the wild creature. No wonder in the ten years I've known the Commander, I've never heard that he has a daughter. She must’ve been kept locked away. Strangely, she suddenly went still and quiet. Had she grown tired, worried about attracting attention, or finally realized how inappropriate it was to show up at her parents' doorstep in this state? She didn’t seem to care before. With every step, my anxiety grew—she was limp. "Hey!" No answer. Seriously?! "Hey, you!" Nothing. A bad feeling crept over me, so I pulled her off my shoulder and into my arms. Her head fell against my chest—unconscious. "Hey! Hey, you!" I shook her, but she didn’t react. Panic surged through me. Had she fainted? Had I held her too tight? Lifting her more securely, I sprinted toward the Commander's house.
Inemin · 114K Views

Phoenix's fated half

Because of her ancestors, Mi Rong’s lineage has been cursed. She was born a princess, but neither was she saved from it. Like a ripple effect, her family line must atone for their actions. On every 100th full moon, a candidate is chosen to finish a mission. Being the chosen one, Mi Rong must finish her task sent by the heavens. She was sent to modern time with a sidekick wolf that had many hidden secrets beneath his paws. He was one of a kind, a spiritual beast from way before Mi Rong was born. As Mi Rong works her way in this modern world, she crosses path with a cold-hearted young man, Feng Jun Kai. Jun Kai was once a well-known superstar but abruptly retired when he had lost his wife in an accident, leaving his heart shut away from others. What was thought to be an accident turned out to be an intentional act by someone behind the scenes. Henceforth, he seeks for the culprit that lurks in the darkness. He returns back to his family business roots where he returns as the infamous young master Feng. Mi Rong’s only clue to her mission was to find a spellbook. While searching she establishes a company, the Xuan Group, selling ancient goods which later becomes one of the most influential underdogs in the business world. The group became known to the world, but very little was known of them, especially the mysterious leader of the pack. As Jun Kai seeks for his answers and Mi Rong goes through her trial in the open, an undercurrent stirs roughly beneath them. Although two with different goals, both collide in the same paths as the string of fate leads them to meet. Entering his cold rigid heart was as dimmed as the dark side of the moon, but an ending to the twisted connection had to be made. In the end, what was to come all fell on her choices... ... Jun Kai did not let her run away from him any longer and forcefully pulled her in. His hands then quickly pulled the mask away from her face. Mi Rong was not ready for Jun Kai's sudden move and was unable to stop him. The black cloth that was wrapped around as her mask was pulled off, revealing her face beneath it. The cloth flew away along with the wind. Jun Kai's eyes widened. It was a blow to Jun Kai. He was taken aback with shock. Different kinds of emotion were rushing inside him. It was stirring up all at once like a hurricane. No words could describe how he was feeling. His hand slowly reached out to the face he had known all along, "Why?" Jun Kai's voice began choking up and could speak no more. It was her all along?
cha_cha · 1.6M Views

Heavensent Battle Royale

In a universe orchestrated by the Creator, known simply as God, a harrowing death game is designed for humanity to enjoy. With 7 billion people around the world, game invitations are sent out randomly through their phones, posing a single, intriguing question to those chosen along with two simple choices: [WOULD YOU LIKE TO ACCEPT THE INVITATION AND BECOME A PLAYER IN THIS AWESOME GAME? YES/NO] Anon Roa is an inconspicuous high school student who mostly keeps to himself. He doesn’t have any close friends and usually just goes straight home after school to watch anime, play video games, or read light novels. Living a routine life, everything changed one fateful day when a mysterious text message appeared on his phone. Driven by curiosity and boredom, Anon selects 'Yes.' In an instant, his mundane existence shatters, plunging him into a nightmarish world teeming with death, chaos, and treachery. He still remembers the unsettling smile of God, who welcomed him to this macabre game: “Y’know, ninety-nine percent of humans die easily and are always full of regrets. So, wouldn’t it be better to live and fight for a slim chance to change your life however way you want it? I am God, after all. I can reward you with whatever you so desire so long as you win in this game of mine.” *** Hey lovely people! (。•̀ᴗ•́。) If you've enjoyed my work and would like to support me further, please consider visiting my Ko-fi page. [Check it out here!] (https://ko-fi.com/lynnal) Thank you all so much! (^▽^)
Lynnal · 3.8K Views

The Battle of The Cultures

In the heart of Emretana, a nation forged by the legendary King Jiranyu IV, lies the fortified city of Yiaditak. Originally built by Jiranyu IV, the city stands as a testament to his vision of unity and strength. Over the centuries, Yiaditak has become a symbol of resilience for the Jibberek people, the largest and most influential ethnicity in Emretana. The name "Yiaditak" is derived from the Jibberenkrata words "Yiada," meaning light, and "Yitak," meaning guide. The city earned its name because its lights, visible from the Yestakmi Hills, served as a beacon for travelers, guiding them safely through their journeys. However, Yiaditak is also home to the Ekkadese people, a minor ethnicity that sought refuge in Emretana after fleeing their homeland on the distant shores of Irammi. For generations, the Ekkadese have built their lives in Yiaditak, preserving their culture and traditions in their adopted homeland. Tensions between the Jibberek and Ekkadese have simmered for years, fueled by disputes over territory, resources, and cultural differences. As these tensions reach a boiling point, the stage is set for an epic confrontation that will determine the future of both peoples. The Battle of the Cultures is a tale of conflict and unity, bravery and determination. Leading the charge on the Jibberek side are RedEmerald108YT, a skilled Army Chief and strategist organizing the city's defenses; King Jirakku II, the wise and just ruler of the Jibberek, upholding the legacy of Jiranyu IV; The Emretana Dispute Soldiers, elite warriors trained to handle conflicts within the nation; and CheirsDaCrafter, a master craftsman and engineer creating fortifications and traps. On the Ekkadese side, the resilient and resourceful forces are led by Ensuta, the charismatic leader determined to protect the Ekkadese homeland; the united and innovative Ekkadese people, contributing their unique skills to the defense; and Rimmadu, a skilled warrior and tactician devising clever plans and strategies. As the battle rages on, both sides face personal challenges and doubts. The outcome of the battle will depend on their strength, courage, and ability to unite in the face of adversity. Amidst the chaos, the echoes of King Jiranyu IV's vision remind them of the importance of unity and resilience. Will the Jibberek and Ekkadese find a way to overcome their differences and achieve a lasting peace, or will the conflict continue to rage on? The Battle of the Cultures is a gripping tale of cultural heritage and the indomitable spirit of Emretana's people.
RedEmerald_108 · 1.5K Views
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