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Omega Of The Eclipse

Nael staggered backward, his shoulder hitting the stone wall, breath stuttering as a wave of unbearable heat crashed through him. “No,” he whispered, clutching his chest. “Not now—” Lucius stood across the room, his coat tossed aside, shirt undone at the collar. His scent—sharp cedar, iron, and cold fire—flooded the chamber like a storm. It curled around Nael’s skin, invasive, choking, deliberate. “I told them not to give you suppressants,” Lucius said, voice low. “You were never meant to deny the bond. Look at you—your body’s unraveling.” “You… you did this?” Nael gasped, knees buckling. His omega core throbbed painfully, molten heat pooling in his stomach. “You spiked the air—” “I gave your body what it needed,” Lucius said evenly, stepping closer. “You can’t fight this forever. You’re mine. You’ve always been—” “Don’t,” Nael choked, nails digging into the wall. His vision swam. The bond mark on his neck flared red, spiraling out of control. Lucius reached for him. Nael screamed. The door slammed open. A blast of wild wind and storm scent filled the room like a second rupture in the world. Kyren stood there, hair unbound, gold eyes burning like the edge of the moon. “You bastard.” Lucius barely had time to turn before Kyren was on him, a snarl ripping from his throat. Fists collided with flesh, and a bone cracked. “You forced him!” Kyren roared, slamming Lucius into the wall. “You pushed him into heat—you knew he wasn’t ready!” “I was claiming what’s mine!” Lucius spat blood on his lip. “He’s not yours. He’s his own.” Nael collapsed just as Kyren’s fist drove into Lucius’s stomach. Everything went white. He didn’t feel himself hit the floor. He didn’t hear Kyren’s panicked voice shouting his name, didn’t see the bond sparks flicker wildly across his collarbones. The only thing he felt was heat—and then nothing at all. Darkness, soft, and absolute. ………. "You don’t belong here," they told him. But the moon had other plans. Nero is done with life. Abused, forgotten, and hollow, his final act is one of selflessness—until death pulls him into a world of wolves, war, and prophecy. Fate bound his soul to two alphas. But in a world where power means ownership, will love set him free—or destroy him? Nero thought death would be the end. Instead, it became a second chance... in the body of Nael, a hated, cursed omega in a ruthless werewolf realm. With his Earth memories intact and a new identity carved in blood and prophecy, Nero must survive a world of dominance, mating rituals, and ancient magic. But his new body comes with complications: a fated bond with two powerful alphas. Lucius—cold, possessive, and hiding a terrifying secret. Kyren—brutal yet protective, and determined to uncover the soul behind the eyes. As Nero’s life spirals out of control and an ancient curse awakens, he must untangle the truth behind Nael’s past, the dark forces hunting him, and the twisted fate tying all three of them together. He came from a world that broke him. Now, he must decide if this one is worth fighting for.
Aria_Solstice · 1.9K Views

SHADOWS OF THE HEART

The shadows lurked, its whispers a fearful caress to the heart. A word of it begot omen and doom is the person who sees it. The world was evolving, creatures emerging and some going instinct, but one rule remained among the humans, "BEWARE OF THE NIGHT CREATURES." Ophelia, tossed and turned by the cruel wind and unfortunate side of the world found herself embracing the very shadow that was feared by many. The shadow which always haunted her. Not only was she haunted, but she was also the reason the shadow lurked. Its darkness deftly intertwined with the course of her life, bringing to light secrets locked away in the abyss. Secrets which led her to the arms of the one whose statements remained of evil. Rumors of her prevailed, each one more abhorrent than the other. While most of the rumors were false, there were specks of truth in them. However, in the dance of darkness, its drums beaten by the shadows, everything and every danger she faced culminated on the day she was bitten by the very creature humans termed evil and vile. She was his pawn, his amusement to be poked, his first bite. Her blood the first to ink his fangs, had unbeknownst to him formed a forbidden and sacred bond that could not be severed unless she died. Gone from his play toy to the number one on his kill list, Ophelia found herself confronting dangers that she, no matter how hard she tried, could never win against. When the game of chase and death slowly evolves into an unspoken spark-like trail of shadows weaving in the hearts of the predator and the prey, Ophelia is conflicted about the path to follow. The path to toss the dangers aside and embrace the whispers of her heart— or, the path to heed the warnings of her heart and run further from her predator. Unfortunately, in the dance of the cruel hand of fate, whichever way she took, he was always there like a shadow ready to entrap her. SHE WAS HIS FIRST BITE AND HE WAS HER SHADOW.
Amzy_Bella · 6.7K Views

ECHO'S OF THE HEART

ECHOE'S OF THE HEART" a captivating romance thriller that explores several themes. It depicts the life of Wendy, a successful event planner in Dubai, navigates mysterious memories that are not apprehendable. Her life intertwines when she meets Bryan, a decorated U.S. Naval officer and Dubai's representative in the international horse riding competition. As they explore Dubai's luxury and mystic, they uncover secrets, heart-rising encounters, and soul-deforming and transforming incidents. Will these deforming and transforming incidents make them stronger or separate them? Will they navigate through all odds, or will the speedmeter of life trials separate them? Theme of Erotic Romance: 'He moaned my name and say "ouuuuuuu Wendy I'm cuming!!!" he released his sperm on my face. Then I licked it because I thought I found love; then my eyes were becoming clearer from the intoxication. He sucked my nipple and fiddled the other. I moaned and shouted his name "Staceyyyyyyyyy, suck me harder. Bite my nipple babby" finger me until I come. He fucked me for five...' Theme of war and consequence: 'The mission had gone terribly wrong, and I couldn't process the loss. Scofield's words cut deep: "I thought about my family; what would they say about me, he is in a place where he isn't supposed to be, he died in a cause of something he knew nothing about...' Theme of Human Trafficking: "My name is Nnena, and I'm a Nigerian. My father sold me off for prostitution telling me I was coming to work in Dubai as..." Theme of Tragedy: Suddenly, another RPG blast shook us. "Incoming!" someone yelled. "Gboooooooooom..." Theme of poverty: Upon arrival, a luxury car picked us up. We drove through Bamako's dusty streets, witnessing poverty... Theme of Philanthropist: After the wedding, I decided to use some of my earnings to make a positive impact on Bamako. "You have shown us that true leadership is not about seeking power or worship, but about serving others and making a positive difference in... The village elders added, "Your efforts have brought hope and prosperity to... Theme of Rape: "Later, I was told she was a victim of rape by my biological father, so I'm a child of rape... "I was raped by the junior brother of the woman whose child I taught for free... Theme of sport and Adventure: You've been chosen to represent Dubai in the upcoming International Horse Race... Theme of Dehumanization: " even when I am on my period she do put cotton wool inside my vagina to block the blood. The men having sex with us won't... Theme of Female trafficking: The agents in Cotonou lies to the Embassy that we are going to study and they will tell us what to say. But in actual sence they are sending us to... Theme of Divine intervention: "D" lingered, making me think of Davido, the renowned Nigerian Afrobeat musician. Suddenly, my phone beeped with an incoming call and I picked: "Unknown Number: Yo! Whatup my nigga ? this is Davido speaking..."
MD_MERCURIAL17_07 · 1.8K Views

Phantom Weaver of the Veiled Eclipse

Inola was just your typical beast kin orphan—ears too sharp, stomach too empty, and dreams far too big for the crumbling orphanage she called home. The place was run by a greasy baron with a combover and a crooked smile, who made sure the kids knew the value of silence, obedience, and cheap labor. But today—today was her thirteenth birthday. And somehow, today also happened to be the day she found herself standing in a line stretching halfway across the capital, clutching a ticket made of black silk and gilded gold leaf. Her fingers trembled just holding it. Everyone else in line stared like she’d grown wings and started breathing fire. She still didn’t know how this happened. All she did was help a sweet old lady cross the road yesterday. The carts had been fast, the rain had been pouring, and she’d nearly slipped twice. But the old lady had smiled, warm as cinnamon bread, and handed her the strange ticket without another word before disappearing into the alleyways. It wasn’t until this morning that Inola learned who that old woman was. The former Queen of Vaerindale. Disguised and wandering the city for her own mysterious reasons. And that ticket? A personal invitation—one of only thirteen—to enter the newly discovered Mythic Dungeon before anyone else. A dungeon no one had survived exploring. A dungeon rumored to contain Essence Stones—ancient artifacts of unimaginable power, used to forge custom classes with limitless potential. And Inola, ragged boots and patched coat and all, was going in as a scout. Well… whatever. Life hadn’t exactly offered her many handouts before, so this? This was a miracle. And she wasn’t about to waste it. Her claws flexed. Her tail twitched with anticipation. “I’m going to make a better life for myself. Even if I have to claw it out of the dungeon with my bare hands.” Read as this fox kin becomes the most powerful illusion-type classer as she masters how to bend reality with her Phantom Weaver of the Veiled Eclipse class.
Bearly_Here · 4.6K Views

Eclipsed By Fate

Who remembers the ruin of a god? Who dares to chase what was never meant to be touched, let alone claimed? Noor—an enigma draped in silk, a storm without thunder, a shadow that bends the world yet leaves no trace. Men speak of her in hushed corridors where power is traded like currency. No one knows her name. No one owns her story. No hand dares linger. She walks unclaimed. Unseen. Forgotten by design. “If you knew what I’ve done,” she whispers, her breath colder than moonlight, “You’d be praying I never look your way again.” But some things refuse to be buried. Some ghosts don’t stay dead. Some touches… don’t fade. Sanlang, sculpted in golden light, worshipped by millions, untouchable—except by the shadows clawing at the edges of his memory. And in those shadows, her eyes. “I’ve seen you before,” he says, voice trembling like a man on the edge of fire. “ Tell me your name.” She smiles. It begins with whispers in the dark. A body that remembers hers before the mind does. Desire wrapped in danger. Memory soaked in sin. “What are you?” he demands. “Everything you were never meant to survive.” He thinks he’s chasing her. He thinks he’s in control. He is wrong. “Touch me again,” she says, voice velvet and venom, “and I’ll show you the truth. .” He who was never meant to remember. But now that he does… the only question that remains is: “Will you let me live?” “Live?” she echoes. “What makes you think you get to choose again?”
Nephthys_Selene · 2.7M Views
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