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Layla Swan

The Undead's Personal Slave

Samantha never expected to find magic in her hometown, let alone in a dimly lit bar on a rainy Tuesday night. Yet here she was, perched on a barstool at the Black Swan, her world about to tilt on its axis. The air thrummed with an otherworldly energy she couldn't quite place. Ethereal dancers moved like smoke across the floor, their bodies fluid and mesmerizing. As Samantha nursed her drink, she felt the weight of curious stares prickling her skin. That's when she saw him. Marcus. A name she didn't know yet, but one that would soon be etched into her very soul. Their eyes locked across the crowded room, and Samantha's breath caught in her throat. He moved with predatory grace, all lean muscle and barely restrained power. Their first interaction was as intoxicating as it was bewildering. One moment, he was her gallant protector, rescuing her from an overly aggressive drunk. The next, his eyes hardened to chips of ice as he snarled, "Stupid girl," before melting into the shadows. Samantha's mind reeled, but her body hummed with an excitement she couldn't explain. Little did she know, this encounter was merely the first step into a world beyond her wildest fantasies – a realm where vampires ruled the night and pain blurred exquisitely with pleasure. As she delved deeper into this hidden society, Samantha found herself drawn to the intoxicating blend of power, submission, and supernatural allure. The crack of a whip, the whisper of leather, the exquisite sting of fangs – each sensation pushed her boundaries and ignited desires she never knew existed. But with every ecstatic high came the sobering reality of danger. Vampire politics were as deadly as they were intricate, and Samantha soon realized she was a pawn in a game where the stakes were life, death, and eternal servitude. As she left the Black Swan that night, Samantha couldn't shake the feeling that she stood on the precipice of something life-changing. She had no idea how right she was, or how deeply she would fall into a passionate, dangerous dance with forces beyond her imagination. The real question was: in this world where pleasure and peril intertwined so intimately, would she emerge empowered... or lose herself completely?
rach_sales · 111.7K Views

The Alpha King's Tribrid Mate

Warning:Mature content. ... Layla shivered as Riven's hot lips trailed down her jawline, burning a hot trail towards her lips that were aching to be kissed. But he didn't kiss her. Instead he hovered a breathe away over her parted lips. His palms gripped her waist and pulled her closer. He watched her with half-closed eyes, his golden pupils burning with raw passion. Layla trembled under his intense gaze and her lips parted further. "Riven...", she whispered. "Tell me what you want, my sweet Layla". Riven's husky response caressed her ears. "Kiss me...please". ... How well can we survive from the trauma of childhood abuse? Most times, all it takes is a step off the edge of a cliff to end it all. And that is what Layla did. Born from rape and abused since childhood, Layla loses her ability to speak and gradually loses the zeal to continue living. There was nothing left for her in the cruel world and she was ready to put an end to it. Giving up on life, she made her way to the edge of a cliff overlooking the vast ocean. Without a second thought, she closed her eyes and let her body go, welcoming the peace and calmness that came with death. And when she opened her eyes again, there was a pair of golden eyes staring back at her. ... Supreme Alpha Riven Qinn, Alpha of Dark Creek Pack, strongest and most powerful lycan ever, has lived for centuries and with each passing full moon, he loses the hope of ever finding his one true mate. But fate directs him and he finds Layla on the shores of the river surrounding his territory, almost buried under the wet sand. He touched her and one word resounded in his head. MATE! Safe in the arms of the Alpha, Layla realizes the world is not as cruel as she thought. A deep passion springs forth between the mated lovers and Layla finds herself longing for his touch and presence. Suddenly strange phenomenon begins to occur. Layla's speech is restored and along with it comes strange powers coupled with the gut wrenching pain she endures every full moon. An ancient fae is consulted and it is discovered that Layla is a special being. A Tribrid. Born from the three strongest bloodlines. This discovery brings forth damned creatures and giant titans from Tartarus, all with a desire to possess the blood of the Tribrid which can cause great havoc in the wrong hands. Riven and Layla will have to fight against Tartarus and the endless conspiracies that threatens to tear them apart. In the course of saving the world, can their love overcome all obstacles or will fate bring them to ruin? Author's Note:This is not your usual werewolf story. It's my version. Author:BellaCupid Email:cupidofafrica@gmail.com Email:bellaxcobar@gmail.com Discord:BellaCupid#2434 Instagram:bellacupid17
BellaCupid · 149.2K Views

Luna Olywn: Tale Of The Tribred Witch

The kingdom of Ezra is supernatural, far from the belief of the ordinary eyes, and mainly populated by werewolves, elves, and vampires but dominated by werewolves; the kingdom is ruled by a purebred werewolf family. But now the throne is being threatened because of the sudden deaths of half-bred wolves who made up the majority of the army that protects the royal family and defends the kingdom from any form of external attack. They are getting stuck in their wolf form and are not able to turn human, and to make matters worse, after a time of being stuck in this form, they start to rot from the inside. This caused a lot of conflict in the kingdom with the other two majority creatures plotting to overthrow the ruling werewolf clan and come to power until a prophecy was made. There is a remedy to the unprecedented malady; the only person who can reverse the curse and save the lives of these half-bred werewolves is “Olywn Fairey,” the forgotten daughter of the deceased sage of the highest order, a woman who was executed due to the forbidden love between her and the Elvin king. But it's not as easy as it sounds because Olywn did not grow up in Ezra, and the only clue they have is that she is using the human kingdom. Now, the three princes of the royal family have been sent to the human world, with the promise that whoever gains the heart of this tribred witch will be crowned king. Who would Olywn choose? How will they find her when she doesn't even know who she is? Will she be able to give her heart to the son of the man who murdered her birth parents? Also, will Olywn fair alright, being plucked out of the everyday life she is used to? Will she be able to accept the fact of who she is? I guess there's only one way to find out, dive with me into the world of Olywn Fairey and find out how she navigates these unusual circumstances.
The_Forsaken_Swan · 1.8K Views

Rebirth of a Tongue Curser

Catalina was neither a man nor woman. Or could be said a human or an animal. she was just unknown being that tried to build a friendly environment she saw in her hometown. As she walked the earth, Catalina promised herself she will indeed make the barren land into a charming world. However, one thing a being like her could not understand every desire of a human, the people she thought will support her that loved her entirely would shield a knife behind their back and stabbed her where she could not stand anymore and would be left to die on agony on the same land she soil. That garden of roses she walked up on during her leisure time, who could have expected to be an unknown grave for herself? Disappointed, she curses those who did that to her to suffer and would not be happy eternity unless they are forgiven by herself. on top of that, she curses herself to not undergo a rebirth, a second chance like many of her kind. A friend of her was a witness but could not tell Catalina what happened was actually a misunderstanding. A poor friend did a taboo and reversed the curse. Centuries passed, a soul returned to dwell into a breathing body. A twin was born in a forbidden land. A genius and a talented young girl. Layla is a caring sister and always protect the little one from any insults cast on her younger sister for not having any magical abilities that should be passed on to a being such as them. They kept on saying that the little twin is identical to the extinct human species, full of greed and odd way of thinking. Instead of calming her, the kids said she was adopted. Well, none knows she is the reason for the safety of the villagers, the creations she invented from time to time is what kept them safe from the binge eating demon that preying on them. One day, a mistake lead her to be cast outside of the forest which meant she would be eaten alive by those demon. Accepting her faith, she saved by someone. That man made her realize, her people had it wrong. They are other civilization outside the forest she dwell her entire life. Human the assumed to bring apocalypse to the world, is still around and they are nice unlike the story foretold. Encountering, household every household, she could feel, this is not the first time walking here. Some other things are familiar to the touch. "You are stronger that you imagine. Only if you remember who you are" the man that saved her constantly said that. "How do I remember?'' "I don't know. You need to remember it, and if you happen to remember it, I hope the smile on your face won't fade away"
KIKI_GERALD · 108.6K Views

A Dangerous Obsession

Three rejections. Three shattered dreams. That was Layla’s reality, all because she was different—a half-shifter in a world obsessed with purity. Ostracized, shunned, and finally sold off like a pawn to the most feared ruler alive—the Lycan King. He was ruthless, a king with a graveyard of brides, each one a ghostly reminder of a fate worse than death. Layla loathed him. Hated the way his gaze cold and fathomless, held no warmth for her. Hated how his touch, both thrilling and terrifying, sent an uninvited chill down her spine. --- “I hate you!” I screamed, hands clenched so tight my knuckles ached. He sighed, a smirk curling at the edge of his lips, his tone mocking as he closed his book with a deliberate snap. “Stressed, are we?” he asked, strolling toward me, each step reminding me exactly who held the power here. “Lucky for you,” he drawled, rolling up his sleeves as he stopped just inches away, “I know exactly 70 ways to ease those nerves.” His fingers brushed my cheek, a touch that seemed to burn into my skin. “The first… a hug.” His voice dropped to a rough whisper as he leaned in, breath hot against my ear. “And the rest... well, that's 69? what do you say about that?" I swallowed hard, my heart thudding wildly as he tilted his head, waiting for me to react, that insufferable smirk still in place. “What’s the matter, darling?” he murmured, a taunt lingering in his gaze. --- A Dangerous Obsession Can she resist the pull, or will she dance into the flames of her own destruction? A dark dive into obsession, raw need, and the razor’s edge between desire and devastation. --- LYCAN KING CASSIAN I will tear her apart piece by piece, feeding the wildfire that grips her with each shuddered breath. Like air to flame, I’ll claim every inch, drawing heat from her skin until it sinks into her bones. Her pulse will race under my hands, her breaths shallow, pleading. Her eyes may scream, but her lips will still murmur my name. That first taste of fear will only feed something deeper—a need that burns through her veins, molten and fierce. And just when she’s too far gone to turn back, I’ll twist the knife, giving her the pain she’s learned to crave. She’ll be the moth to my flame, helpless against the very thing that will consume her.
Donna_Sheldon · 83.6K Views
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