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Eclipse of Memories

In a dystopian future where Earth is but a shadow of its former self, scarred by technological wars and forbidden experiments, a man wakes up amidst smoking ruins, nameless, faceless, and without a past. The only traces of his lost identity: glowing scars etched into his skin, and a diagnostic system embedded within him, whispering cryptic warnings in his ear. He quickly discovers that he is an Eclipsian—a subject of the Eclipse Project, a secret initiative aimed at merging humans with forbidden technologies to create living weapons. But something went wrong. The subjects of the project, endowed with devastating powers capable of manipulating the black energy of eclipses, were erased, their memories sealed… until he, the last survivor, awakens. Hunted by killer drones, hybrid Hunters—part machine, part monster—and a clandestine organization eager to silence him, his only ally is a mysterious mercenary named Lyra. She claims to know his past, but in exchange for her help, she demands that he join her in a perilous quest: infiltrating the ruins of the Eclipse City, the epicenter of the cursed project, to destroy the data before it falls into the wrong hands. However, the closer he gets to the truth, the more his powers spiral out of control, revealing a disturbing connection to the Black Eclipse, an apocalyptic phenomenon devouring the world. His scars come to life, his memories return in fragments, and one question haunts him: Was he a sacrificed hero… or a monster they tried to lock away? In the heart of a race against time, where each revelation could shatter him, he must choose between resurrecting the man he was or embracing the demonic power implanted within him. For the Eclipse approaches, and with it, an ultimate choice: save what remains of humanity… or become its executioner.
KENSOUKE · 621 Views

Emerald Eclipse: War of the Cosmos

In a universe where the fragile balance between freedom and control is unraveling, an ancient power reawakens—the crystal, a relic of unfathomable energy capable of reshaping existence itself. Four cosmic factions, each driven by their own vision for the future, race against time to seize the crystal before their rivals do, igniting a war that will decide the fate of reality itself. The Luminaries, champions of justice and cosmic harmony, seek to prevent the crystal from falling into the wrong hands. The Kivuli, masters of shadow and manipulation, crave absolute control to enforce what they see as universal order. The Cosmic Command Collective (CCC), a ruthless machine of galactic conquest, seeks the crystal to cement their rule over all existence. And the Wardens, a rebellious force of outlaws and idealists, fight to break the chains of oppression, even if it means unleashing chaos. As these factions collide across the cosmos—from shattered worlds to celestial battlegrounds—ancient rivalries resurface, alliances are tested, and betrayals rewrite destiny. But as they inch closer to the crystal, they begin to realize that the true danger isn’t just each other—it’s the raw, unchecked power they seek to control. When the final confrontation erupts at the heart of the universe, the battle will transcend mere war. It will become a test of ideology, morality, and the very nature of power itself. As the dust settles, only one truth will remain: those who seek to shape the cosmos must first face the consequences of wielding creation itself.
AfroArc · 2.4K Views

THE ART AND SCIENCE OF MAD ATTRACTION

Emily Bright is a reserved medical laboratory scientist with a peculiar fascination for the microscopic world of body fluids. Her life is a monochrome routine of lab work and lonely evenings spent admiring art she believes she'll never create. Emily is the embodiment of precision, control, and logic, qualities that render her a perpetual wallflower. Dominic Pierreson, known as "The God of Art," is a once-revered artist teetering on the brink of retirement. Praised as the 21st century’s greatest creative genius, Dominic’s glory days seem behind him, with no spark left to fuel his next masterpiece. Disillusioned and desperate, he meets Emily by chance at an art gallery, and in her quiet brilliance, he finds an unexpected muse. Dominic's world bursts into vibrant color as he obsessively captures Emily’s essence in every medium imaginable: photographs, sculptures, paintings, and even a bestselling play. His works featuring Emily become priceless treasures, solidifying his place in history. But as his obsession grows, so does his love for her, a love Emily struggles to comprehend or reciprocate. Caught between the worlds of art and science, Emily begins to question everything she thought she knew about herself. As Dominic’s fame skyrockets and their relationship deepens, the lines blur between inspiration, obsession, and love. In a whirlwind of passion, fame, and self-discovery, Emily must decide: Can she embrace the chaos of Dominic’s world, or will she retreat to the safety of her own? The Art and Science of Mad Attraction is a sweeping tale of ambition, obsession, and the unpredictable nature of love, where logic meets creativity and two contrasting souls find themselves inexplicably drawn together.
kennedydaphne900 · 2.1K Views

~Eclipsed~

Excerpts~ Her blood is a curse—a sweet, deadly curse that I can’t stop tasting. It coats my tongue, warm and heady, like it was made to undo me. I hate her for how good it feels. Hate myself more for not stopping. She doesn’t pull away. No, she’s watching me, her lips curving like she’s already won. Her pulse pounds against my mouth, steady and unafraid, and it makes me want to devour her whole. “Enjoying yourself?” she asks, her voice soft, taunting. I don’t answer. Can’t. My grip tightens around her wrist as I pull back, her blood still burning on my lips. She tilts her head, mockery gleaming in her eyes, and I know she’s baiting me. “Does it bother you,” she whispers, “how easily I let you take it?” The words cut deeper than they should. Before I can think, I shove her back against the wall, my body caging hers. Her smirk doesn’t falter. It dares me. Push harder. “You really don’t know when to stop,” I growl, my voice rough, guttural. “Neither do you,” she murmurs, her gaze dropping to my mouth. And then I snap. I crush my lips to hers, tasting blood and defiance and her. She gasps against me, her fingers curling into my shirt like she’s torn between pushing me away and pulling me closer. Every ounce of self-control I had shatters as I press harder, deeper, desperate to consume her completely. She shouldn’t feel this good. Kissing her should be a mistake. But the way she responds—the way her mouth moves against mine—feels like I’ve just ignited something I’ll never be able to extinguish. **** His kiss is fire. A raw, scorching blaze that steals the breath from my lungs and sets every nerve in my body alight. It’s unexpected, wild, and completely reckless—like him. For a moment, I freeze, my hands against his chest, ready to push him away. I should stop this. I need to stop this. But the heat of his mouth, the way his hands grip my waist like he can’t let go, makes it impossible to move. “Damn it, Killion,” I whisper against his lips, trying to muster the strength to pull back. But then he groans—low, desperate—and it unravels me. He kisses me harder, deeper, and I’m drowning in him. My fingers curl into his shirt, dragging him closer, even as my mind screams at me to stop. This is dangerous. He’s dangerous. But right now, I don’t care. His hands slide to my hips, gripping me like he’s afraid I’ll vanish. I hate how good it feels. Hate how much I want him in this moment, even when I know it’s a bad idea. When he finally pulls back, his breath ragged, his lips are swollen and red. His eyes lock on mine, dark and stormy, and I know we’ve just crossed a line we can never uncross. “You really don’t know when to quit,” I say, my voice shaky, trying to sound composed. His lips twitch, a shadow of his usual smirk. “Neither do you.” ***** In a world where power is the only currency and betrayal is a shadow at every corner, the fae and the demon must navigate a dance of lies and desires, where every touch is a weapon and every secret could shatter their fragile alliance. But as their game of cat and mouse spirals into something more dangerous, they'll discover the line between love and hate is thinner than they ever imagined. And in the Undercity, where hearts burn and, passion can be the deadliest weapon of all. Will she find the truth she seeks, or will she be consumed by the very darkness she's trying to escape?
_Hellion · 46.9K Views

The Artful Match

Brielle is one of the few female hunters at the association. Dealing with useless trainees every six months, she has a low tolerance for bullshit. She no longer believes in love, and nothing will change her mind after what happened to her. She believes that the only thing she can love and trust is her job, where she helps protect the defenceless by killing those who use their abilities to get everything they want. Hunting is a thrill that she enjoys more than life itself. Having a minimalist life, the only thing at home she cherishes is her painting. A vampire that refuses to choose a partner for his sister. Ketan will do anything to protect his loved ones, even kill those that threaten his livelihood. Usually, he is calm, gentle, and collected. He stays hidden away from everyone when he does not want anything to do with individuals until the day he is captured and locked away in a dungeon. After that moment, his life changed for good. Cursing the blood that he drinks, Ketan fights against the pull of drinking more blood from the person that donated the blood. An Excerpt from the book: Brielle throws her arms around Ketan’s neck. “I was so worried about you. I did not know what you were going to do or if you would survive.” Ketan smiled and accepted her hug. “I am sorry for worrying you. I had to do what needed to be done. Besides, I knew that this was going to happen and be as painful as it was.” Brielle starts sobbing in his embrace. “I think that you should take what you need from me, Ketan. You will not be able to stand the bloodlust soon… will you?” Pushing her away before losing control. Ketan moves away from her weakly. “Stay back. I am not in control of myself right now. You should not even be here right now. Leave me alone!” Ketan holds his hand out to stop her from coming closer to him. “I can hear your pulse racing; it’s deafening.” “You were fine a moment ago; now you are you pushing me away, Ketan? I can help you.” Brielle leans down towards him and gently pulls him into her arms. “No, stop. I can’t control myself, and I would never be able to forgive myself if something happened to you. I am not a sedated beast; I lust for every drop of your sweet blood that I hear pumping through your veins, but I must resist. Otherwise, I will harm you in the worst way possible.” Ketan pushes her back and teleports deeper into the cave. “Stay back before I begin to acquire a taste for your blood. It is a deadly thing to tempt fate once again.” Brielle continues to walk into the deep dark cave towards him. “Ketan, I trust you more than I have trusted others. I know that you will not kill me. Just look at how fearful you are right now.” She finally reaches him again. Crying, Ketan grabs her from behind, sits her in his lap. One arm wrapped around her waist, the other in her hair, pulling off the right exposing her neck. Slowly he lowers his lips to her neck, licking the surface testing the flesh. His fangs rest at the hollow of her neck before carefully breaking the skin. He starts to drink her blood deeply, but as he drank, he slowly stopped and lifted his face up, crying while holding Brielle against his body crying. Blood leaking from the bite marks while some drips down his chin. Her body was being held up by Ketan, and her eyes were now closed. Her body seemed lifeless in his arms. She started to slide forward as a deadweight. Ketan catches her and holds her princess style in his lap, rocking back and forth. Crying fresh tears.
Shirokitsune · 194.5K Views

Eclipsed By Fate

Eclipsed by fate Who remembers the ruin of a god? Who dares to chase what was never meant to be found? Noor—an enigma draped in silk, a storm without thunder, a shadow that bends the world yet leaves no trace of its touch. She is whispered of in corridors where power is traded like currency, yet no man holds her name, no past binds her, no hand dares to reach. She walks unclaimed, unseen, forgotten by design. But some things refuse to be buried. Some ghosts never rest. Sanlang, a man cast in golden light, sculpted into perfection, a deity in the eyes of the world—and yet hollow. Beneath the applause, beneath the worship, something stirs. It begins as whispers in the dark, fragments of a life he does not remember, a truth that gnaws at the edges of his mind. A gavel’s fall. A price too steep. Shackles too fine for a king. And in the abyss of his lost memories, she stands. Watching. Waiting. Who is she? A dream? A curse? Or the key to a something that should have remained untouched? He chases her like a man chasing the sun, believing himself the hunter. He is wrong. She does not run. She does not fear. She does not need to hide, for she knows—should he tread too far, should he step beyond the veil—he will find not salvation, not love, but the remnants of a god unmade. He who was never meant to remember. But now that he does, the only question that remains is this: Will Noor let him live with the truth? Or will she erase him as she did herself?
Nephthys_Selene · 620.9K Views
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