Skin Cassie

She was marked to die. He was cursed to protect her. Now their bond could ignite a war the gods themselves fear. When Raina is forced into a forbidden blood bond with Lucien the ruthless Alpha heir of a dying kingdom her life spirals into a storm of ancient prophecies, deadly trials, and a magic too wild to control. The mark on her skin links their souls. Their power is growing. But so is the danger. Because the Flameborn is rising. Because the Huntress bloodline was never meant to survive. Because the man she once loved is now her greatest threat. With war brewing, enemies within, and the council watching her every move, Raina must choose

As a cursed witch in the supernatural enclave of Garden Grove, Cassandra Willowstone is too busy raising her sisters, atoning for her mother’s sins, and keeping her familiar out of the belladonna to worry about the other complications in her life. Like the dreams. The ones where three devastatingly gorgeous men worship her, claim her, and ruin her for anyone else. Too bad they aren’t real. Oh. Um. Actually, they are. When the Moon King werewolf pack relocates its headquarters to Garden Grove, Cassie comes face-to-face with her dream men in the flesh. And they’re not just any wolves. They’re the Alphas. The most powerful. The most dangerous. And they’re searching for their Fated mate. Her. A witch. Except… Cassie’s not just a witch. A hidden bloodline secret shatters everything she thought she knew about herself—and now, the Alphas aren’t the only ones hunting her. Dreams are one thing. Reality? Reality bites.

"I won't lose you," Rowan whispered against his skin. "Not to Kael… not to fate." He bit down on Elias's nipple, and Elias moaned hard. "You belong to me," he added, then lifted Elias into his arms. Elias responded simultaneously, wrapping his legs around Rowan's torso. Their eyes, filled with desire, stared down at each other. Rowan carried Elias to the bed, and as Elias's back touched the soft mattress, Elias did not hold back… He opened up, welcoming the prince with open arms and legs.

Sudden reappearance of Mytharok - a world cloaked in mist and ancient claims - disrupts everything. The so-called guardians of cosmic balance emerge from obscurity, speaking of patterns beyond comprehension and trials resembling the beggining of recorded history. Caught in the current of these unraveling truths are two reluctant figures. Fengyu, the disillusioned younger brother of a ruler, floats above it all with cultivated indifference. He claims to want nothing - no power, no purpose - but beneath his nonchalance lies a restless question: is his detachment freedom, or merely fear? Mokai, raised to be flawless and invisible, begins to crack under the weight of others’ expectations. Trained to serve, never to desire, he now finds himself faced with choices that require more than perfection - they demand honesty. As the two are drawn deeper into the secrets of the gates and the mystery of Firme, they must confront not only a reshaping universe but also the quiet revolutions within themselves. For the greatest collision may not be between worlds - but between who they were, and who they are becoming.

We wrestle not against flesh and blood…” There are stories the Church forgot. Names erased from scripture. And sins buried so deep, even Hell won’t speak of them. In the heart of a sleepless city, something ancient is waking. Threads are pulling. Voices are returning. And across the world, unnatural things are moving like shadows beneath the skin of reality. A girl marked by silence. A man who walks between damnation and divinity. And a war that no one remembers starting. Some hunt for answers. Others hunt for power. But there are a few who hunt the smoke — because they know where there’s smoke… there’s something trying to stay hidden.

What's the secret on her skin?

He died. Then woke up in Magi. Surrounded by corpses, Alex rises with a system, a new name—Merlin—and violet Rukh swirling around him. Ancient symbols burn on his skin. A grimoire floats beside him. Soldiers panic. Magi feel it. Even the dark Rukh takes notice. He’s not here to follow fate. He’s here to break it. New kingdom. New knights. Same chaos. And it all starts with one corpse coming back to life.

The world ended before he could take his own life. Yash Roy had nothing left — no family, no future, only debt and despair. But when the sky cracked open and forgotten gods awakened, Yash was chosen by something ancient. Not to become a hero — but to survive. With white eyes, ash-stained skin, and a broken soul, he begins building a shelter for the lost. This is not the story of a savior. This is the story of a boy who lost everything… and still chose to protect others.

Say it,” Luca whispered against Ayden’s neck, his breath warm. “You want me. Don’t act like you’re above this.” Ayden's breath hitched. “I’m not—” “You are. But right now, you’re mine.” Fingers tangled in Ayden’s silk shirt, dragging it open. His pale skin flushed under moonlight, chest heaving. Luca’s lips brushed down his collarbone, slow, teasing. Ayden grabbed his wrist. “If you’re going to play, play right.” A smirk curled on Luca’s lips. “Then show me your rules.” And Ayden did — on the bed, on the mirror, under the stars.

Born without a star. Marked for nothing. Destined for everything. In a world ruled by stars—where your worth is branded on your skin—Oryn is a nobody. But when ancient powers awaken in his blood, and long-buried truths begin to surface, Oryn realizes he was never meant to obey the system… He was meant to break it. Hymn of Sovereignty is a tale of memory, pain, and rebellion—where prophecy is a curse, and power comes at a price.

Time’s broken. Like actually broken. Not just “oops, we messed something up.” I mean timelines are crashing into each other, and reality is glitching like it’s stuck on a scratched CD from 2003. If that even makes sense anymore. Monster if we can even call it that, are pouring out disrupting the peace of the realm. Six guardians. Not chosen. Not ready. Just... stuck. Thrown together with no warning, no real plan, and barely enough patience to not strangle each other. They have to fight this monsters that are indestructible altogether keeping time from crumbling. It all started with the crack in the Hearthstone. One little fracture and then boom everything unraveled. The past? It’s not staying where it’s supposed to. The present? Confused. The future? Probably dead. They’re supposed to fix it. Fix time. Yeah, no pressure. And it’s not just “run around and close the rift.” Because the deeper they get, the messier it all becomes. There are secrets none of them want to say out loud. Betrayals that haven’t even happened yet but still somehow already hurt. Love that might not survive this. Hate that probably will. And the worst part? The balance between realms? The thing everyone thought was keeping the world in check? Fake. It was never real. Just a story to keep people calm. Now everything’s falling apart. Fast. And time? Time doesn’t care if they’re tired or scared or unprepared, It’s not waiting. So yeah, buckle in. Or don’t. This is a wild, reckless, probably doomed ride through timelines, trials, and way too many truths. Every second counts. Even the ones they wish they could take back.

One moment, Jia Lan was a modern city girl with perfect skin, soft hands, and zero survival skills. The next? She’s in the 1970s—inside a novel—as the youngest daughter of a powerful and wealthy urban family. She’s not the heroine. In fact, the hardworking female lead and righteous male lead are out there suffering through life, trying to "earn" a future in the city. Jia Lan? She just woke up in silk pajamas, got pampered by her entire family, and activated a daily check-in system that hands her perks for simply… showing up. Visit the kitchen? Gain cooking skills. Lounge in the courtyard? Glowing skin. Exist gracefully? Congratulations, you’ve leveled up again. While others chase opportunities and eat bitterness, Jia Lan is over here sipping tea, casually unlocking cheat codes, and getting praised for walking downstairs. Spoiled? Yes. Vulgar? Never. Plot-hungry? Absolutely not. She’s not here to steal anyone’s story. She’s just here to live her best life—gracefully, beautifully, and with a faint scent of jasmine. Too bad everyone else can’t stop staring.

Eleanor Hawthorne, a popular actress, fell from a building in a bizarre incident, and the police ruled it suicide. Olivia Hawthorne was forced to wear a human skin mask similar to her sister's, and was threatened by Edmund Weirt, the heir of a top wealthy family: "Either marry into the Weirt family as Eleanor Hawthorne and find out the truth, or watch the Hawthorne family disappear completely." On her wedding night, she found a bloody diary hidden in her husband's study, which recorded the death time of seven actresses - and Eleanor Hawthorne's name was on the last line.

She needed money. She found power. When 24-year-old Mika Aoyama steps into the Velvet Room, she thinks she’s buying herself time — just a few paid nights to survive. But the world she enters is more than luxury and lust. It’s control. Exposure. A seductive descent into desire, where nothing stays transactional for long. As Mika sleeps with both men and women, she discovers pleasure that surprises her… and attachments that threaten to consume her. Threesomes, secret rendezvous, dangerous clients, and a mysterious senior escort who keeps pulling her in—each encounter leaves a mark. With every body she touches, the line between business and need blurs. What began as survival becomes addiction. And in a world where sex is a performance, the most dangerous thing Mika can do is feel. Velvet Skin is an erotic-drama about seduction, survival, and the intimate chaos between strangers who pay to get close—but never close enough.

In a world where power is carved from blood and cruelty, Edric has only known life in chains. Born a slave, he’s dragged into a sacred experiment meant to forge the perfect weapon. Now, marked by fire and something far worse, Edric is thrown into the arena—where the weak are broken, and the strong are bought. As he struggles to master the thing growing inside him, he draws the attention of nobles, demons in human skin, and a princess who sees him as hers...

warning: Not all lessons are written in books. Some are whispered in shadows. This story explores boundaries, self-discovery, and forbidden curiosity. Tread carefully. It started with deputy principal's farewell party. Now, nothing feels normal. Her skin remembers. Her thoughts wander. And the craving for more only grows stronger. Jennifer wants more.

Cassie Holt lives on the last orchard in a dying town. Her family says the trees are sick. But Cassie knows better. In the thorn-choked rows, something watches her — a fading fey prince called Morrow, exiled and rotting, once King of the Orchard. He offers her beauty. Power. Love. But the gate between worlds is breaking, and blood is what keeps it alive. In this slow-burn dark fantasy romance, love is not only forbidden — it is devouring.

When trusting someone leads to a life-altering event that leaves Amelia Lawson without the use of one of her legs, she fights to rebuild her life by going back to work at a Wildlife Reserve. But in her absence, a dangerous, potentially murderous tiger has been rescued, and it doesn’t take long for her life to be thrown back into turmoil as she’s pulled into a world where she is easy prey. (Rewrite from the original series on Quotev)

For Billions of Years. Crawling my way through this Nightmare. Skin pulled, torn, stretched and eaten for centuries. Gladiatorial coliseum of the Violent. Cities of pain and rivers of Beet red blood from tortured souls. The Dried quick-sands of Greed. Harsh Winds of lust. and Finally Purgatory... The Final Layer to the Over world. back to them. my buriers. Those that put this on me... The Heroes Party... © 2025 Harry McAnena (storm/stortm). All rights reserved.

Kyoto. The city of a thousand temples. And a thousand curses. Kit Navajo is an ordinary high school student, until one day he finds himself trapped inside the "Dome," a warped space that hides the hunt for ancient monsters created from artifacts from human eyes. But he didn't die. He touched. Now his skin bears the Mark. His eyes see the Essence. And he has become something even hunters fear: The Cursed Relicologist is someone who can survive contact with forbidden relics. The hunt has begun. But who is the hunter? And who is the artifact?

In the gritty streets of Kallzara, a small wayside town where light barely touches the alleys, Revan Sorna survives by his wits—and by magic long forbidden. With the help of a shadowy tome found in forgotten ruins beneath the city, Revan can summon shadows to deceive and distract, but such power comes with a price: shadows cannot be created from nothing, and his own is lazy and stubborn, testing his patience at every turn. Revan’s partner in crime, Cassie, is a clever con artist with a talent for ice magic and a convincing lost-girl act. Together, they make a perfect team, surviving by picking pockets, pulling cons, and running from those who would see their kind dead or worse. Tonight’s target is an easy mark: a drunken sailor leaving The Golden Pig tavern. But when Revan’s swift theft is interrupted by a brutal punch, the simple job spirals into something far more dangerous—and far more personal. As dark secrets from the ruins threaten to surface and enemies close in, Revan and Cassie must rely on their skills, their magic, and each other to survive. But in a town where shadow magic is heresy and trust is a currency rarer than gold, survival might just mean losing everything.

what if you had a skin decease, which made you ugly, Lonely, Isolated. You die and reincarnate as a prodigy in a world of magic, swords, Monsters and levelups with godly powers?

She was the Saintess—chosen by prophecy, praised by millions, and forced to sacrifice everything for “the greater good.” Her kingdom fell anyway. Her allies abandoned her. Her death was slow, holy, and pointless. But when she opened her eyes, she was back at the start of her sainthood, the divine mark still fresh on her skin—and this time, the gods didn’t speak. So she makes a new plan. This time, she won’t pray. She’ll lie. She’ll seduce. She’ll manipulate the church, corrupt the crown, and weaponize faith itself. After all… who would suspect a Saintess?

Living as the fifth daughter of a noble family, Amira found herself adrift in the fog of her home, neglected and overlooked by those she once called her own. Her days were spent in the solitude of the attic, a hidden oasis away from the bustling world outside. However, when the tumult of war erupts and she is thrust into the role of a truce offering between two formidable nations, she grapples with the uncertainty of surviving in a new kingdom known for its icy demeanor and ruthless nature. Will she navigate this foreign terrain and carve out a new existence she never fathomed? (Excerpt) "Clean it," Zyran commanded. "Yes, your Highness," the servant acknowledged with a respectful bow, ready to fetch the cleaning supplies. "Not you," Zyran interjected, causing the servant to freeze in confusion. "Her," he added, nodding in the direction of Anastasia, whose eyes widened in disbelief. Anastasia blinked rapidly, trying to process the situation. "Pardon?" she asked. "Clean the mess on the floor," Zyran instructed. The crowd started murmuring and Anastasia shifted uncomfortably on her knees. "That's the servant's job, not mine. Why should I? I don't think I understand what you are trying to say Prince Zyran. My father will never approve of this," Anastasia began only to be abruptly cut off by Zyran. "Don't make me repeat myself. I'm sure you wouldn't like it if I interfered with your task," Zyran warned. Anastasia's lips trembled as she fought to hold back her words. She knew Zyran's reputation for being ruthless, and she didn't want to make her situation any worse than it already was. "Get me the cleaning supplies," she instructed the servant, who was prepared to follow her command until Zyran interjected. "No one will help you," he declared. Anastasia's chest heaved with anger as she locked eyes with Amira, who was standing behind Zyran. She rose to her knees, intending to fetch the cleaning supplies herself, but Zyran stopped her once again. "Where do you think you're going?" he demanded. "To bring the bucket," she replied with a hint of annoyance, but she quickly reminded herself to remain composed. "I never asked you to stand up," Zyran stated. "Then how am I supposed to clean the floor?" she inquired. "Use your dress," Zyran replied. The onlookers in the crowd were visibly shocked, exchanging bewildered glances and murmurs as they witnessed the unfolding scene. Anastasia's cheeks turned crimson with embarrassment.

Logan Hayes is trouble himself. The kind of guy your parents warn you about. Tattoos decorating his skin. He walks like he owns the whole world. The entire campus was wrapped around his fingers. Harper Reed hated trouble. As the dean's perfect daughter, she had to live a perfect life and get perfect grades. Until a viral scandal ruins Harper's spotless reputation, and she has no other option but to make a deal with the devil himself—Logan. She has to fake date him to restore her image. But he only agrees because she claims she knows what no one else should. Things get more complicated when , Damian , Logan's long-lost cousin, returns to take him back home. Damian is no different from Logan — tattoos on his skin and that same dangerous energy Logan held. Harper Reed now finds herself stucked in the midst of two devils, chaos and full-blown drama.

After living in hellish prison for 16 years, you're finally rescued. But what do you do when you soon realize that there is now a thread, a connection to the warden you've escaped from? BLURB: He could clearly see the way the water droplets ran down her back. The brown curls, almost black due to being wet, stuck to it, gave such an alluring contrast to her skin that seemed to glow in the moonlight. She turned, causing her ample breast to come into view. A single droplet hung precariously from a pebbled nipple. Was his eyesight always this sharp? It appeared like a pearl, begging to be licked away. He groaned as he could almost taste the cool freshness on his tongue before it was replaced with the heat of her flushed skin. Unzipping his jeans caused his member spring forth, drenched in the constant precum that flowed. Just the thought of sucking on her breast made him groan in frustrated desperation. He buried his face between the fleshly orbs. Biting and licking, he was pleased to see his marks on her skin. A fierce desire to possess came over him and even his wolf growled at the feeling. How is it that she smells even better that the soap she just used? Other Omegas used the same kind, yet their smell would cause his stomach to feel upset. Inhaling again, he pinning her against a tree. The same tree he was hiding behind before. Lifting her up, he devoured her lips while wrapping her long legs around his waist. Slightly bending his knees, he entered her in one deep thrust. She was hot and tight. So tight that if it wasn't for her juices, he wouldn't be able to move. Gripping himself tighter, his imagination became wild. Just thinking about her breathy moans or her screams of pleasure caused a shudder to pass through him as he came into the tissue he had thoughtfully grabbed. Why, why not just take what he so obviously wants? What's stopping him? If it were anyone else, he would have slacked his lust, had some fun, and moved on. The fact that this question ran through his mind without an answer was the reason for his pain.

Gruesome murders haunt the quiet town of Farmington. Faces ripped off. Families slaughtered. Locals whisper one word: Skinwalkers—monsters that wear the skin of the dead. Luis, a lonely young man, stumbles upon an injured white dog and decides to adopt it, unaware of what he’s inviting into his home. But this is no ordinary dog. It heals too fast. It watches too closely. And sometimes... it craves blood. Is Luis in danger—or is he part of something bigger? Who is the real monster? Read Feeling Human to uncover the truth.

Once upon a time, a tale known in many forms… A Pale princess of a kingdom far away, whose lips were red as blood and skin white as snow. However, one tale of such has never been told. Maria Blanca was a sweet and kind princess but was forgotten by everyone. She is a fascinating maiden whose beauty reflects the edelweiss flower of her kingdom—and such beauty was envied by her aunt, and now her kingdom’s queen, Aunt Gertrude. The pale princess suffered pain but never forgot the power of grace and kindness. There is also mystery, death, and somewhat involves a bright red apple.

In the realm of Solspire, where ancient magic and atomic science intertwine, the balance of power is fragile. Theren Dravoryn returns from exile, his body marked by flame, his gauntlet fused to his skin, and his past shrouded in scandal. As the Emperor’s health wanes and the Great Houses eye the throne, Theren must navigate a deadly game of politics, betrayal, and forbidden power. With the fate of the kingdom resting on his ability to manipulate the mysterious Auris Crystal, will he reclaim his lost honor, or will the flames consume him once more?

He didn’t open the book. The book opened him." Seventeen-year-old Jude Mercer thought his life was already a cosmic joke— homeless, broke, and haunted by trauma he never asked for. But everything changes the night he finds a strange, leather-bound book behind a dumpster. A book that… breathes. What he unleashes isn't a spell. It's Ereth-Kaal—an eldritch, sadistic curse older than time. Now bound to Jude’s body, Ereth-Kaal can only feed through him. And feed he will. Jude sets one rule: No women. No kids. No innocents. Ereth-Kaal agrees… mostly. But as bodies pile up, and Jude’s morality erodes under the weight of blood and guilt, one question claws at his soul: Is he still the host... or becoming the monster? Violent. Heartbreaking. Darkly hilarious. UNDER MY SKIN is a descent into madness wrapped in teeth, tentacles, and trauma.