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Motherless Strangling

Heart of Mer'Valka

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.
Cassie_Berry_9014 · 12.5K Views

The Riders at Dawn

In a dying world strangled by frost, plague, and the whispers of monsters, survival is a currency—and Iris Liren is dangerously close to going broke. She’s spent her life scraping together enough food, coin, and sanity to protect her younger brother Flynn from the rot seeping into their crumbling town of Sundra. Between the ever-creeping infection known as the Rattle and the ravenous vampire lords across the border, death is always one wrong step away. The Wolves—cold, lethal warriors bonded to the mythical volanema beasts—are the kingdoms’s only real line of defense. Revered, feared, and kept distant from the civilians they serve, the Wolves don’t come when you scream. They come after, when it’s too late. And when Iris sees the wreckage left behind after another attack, she knows the truth: if you want someone saved, you do it yourself. But the town is bleeding, secrets are festering, and trust is a weapon no one dares to wield. When Flynn vanishes, desperate to join the Wolves and prove he can protect what’s left of their broken world, Iris finds herself pulled into the center of a conflict that’s far bigger—and far older—than she ever imagined. And at its heart is a commander whose eyes see everything and give away nothing. His presence is as commanding as his silence, and though Iris refuses to bow, she can’t help but feel the sharp pull of fate every time he’s near. Determined to drag her brother back from the jaws of death, Iris pursues him into the treacherous mountains. Instead of finding Flynn, she's forcibly conscripted into the brutal trials herself, thrust into the Culling – a bloody free-for-all where hundreds fight to survive, and only 60% will walk away. Forged in desperation, she forms uneasy alliances. But the trials aren't her only battle. Watching over the carnage with chilling detachment is Alpha Zion Kage – leader of the feared Kuzgun Pack. Beautiful as wildfire and sharp as a honed blade, Zion radiates lethal power and unsettling secrets. His obsidian eyes see too much, especially Iris's defiance and raw strength. An unwanted, dangerous attraction sparks between them – a hunter drawn to a wounded, furious sparrowhawk. Zion is the embodiment of the system Iris distrusts, the man who might hold the key to Flynn's fate, and the one who forces her to confront the terrifying darkness within herself. As rebellion brews, loyalties fracture, and something ancient begins to stir beneath the snow-choked earth, Iris must decide how far she’s willing to go to save her brother—and whether the line between monster and man is as clear as everyone wants to believe. Iris must survive a trial designed to shatter the weak. To understand Zion, she might have to forfeit her heart. And to win, she'll be forced to cross a line that stains the soul. The path to the wolves is paved in blood, and love might be the deadliest trap of all.
saevyn · 20.2K Views

The Tyranny of A Futanari

https://patreon.com/rnzu_akrn? Kurogane Akira, life has been a quiet war fought in a body no one could categorize. As a futanari, she exists in the margins too much of a boy for the girls, too much of a girl for the boys. Her immense physical strength is a hidden secret, her athletic dreams have been strangled by prejudice, and her only companions are the weights in her gym and the whispers of "Dick-Girl" that follow her down the school halls. For years, she has endured the taunts and the isolation with a stoic, meek facade. But patience is a finite resource, and the dam of her restraint is about to burst. When a cruel prank by the school's golden boy pushes her past the breaking point, something new and terrifying awakens within Akira. The meek girl dies, and a predator is born. She discovers a new kind of power—not just in her fists, but in the fear she can inspire, in the pleasure she can forcefully take, and in the intoxicating thrill of absolute dominance. This is not a story of justice. It is the story of a descent. A chronicle of how a tormented soul reclaims her power by shattering the lives of her tormentors, remaking them into her playthings, and discovering a dark, possessive affection in their submission. It is the story of Akira's reign, a brutal and carnal exploration of power, revenge, and a love that feels more like tyranny. TAGS:FUTANARI,SADISM,RAPE,VIOLENCE ,BDSM,YURI ,SADISTIC ,MASOCHIST HUMILIATION AND MORE
rnzu_akrn · 17.9K Views

Everybody Wants To Pamper The Real Boss, Miss Le

In an accident six years ago, Le Yu drugged and “tainted” the supreme commander of the empire. Having never suffered such humiliation, the man immediately issued a kill order on the woman who had given him trauma by forcing herself on him. He was unable to get erect anymore, and he swore he would teach her a ruthless lesson! But, she had vanished without a trace. Finally, ten months later, he managed to get a clue and rushed to the hospital. He didn’t find the woman, but instead, a baby in a crib. Le Yu, who had given birth to three children in the hospital, never imagined that Gu Yue, whom she regarded as a sister, would betray her. Gu Yue knew that Le Yu was being hunted, and had not only revealed her location, but even tried to strangle Le Yu’s children! Le Yu was filled with hatred, but her body was so weak that she could only take two of her children and flee, leaving her eldest child in the hospital. Six years later, she returned with her two children to look for her eldest child and get revenge. She didn’t expect to bump into that man after just getting off the plane. From then on, their destinies were intertwined. Le Yu, who had multiple identities, was spoiled to the heavens by the man, her three prodigal children, and seven big shot big brothers! Her eldest child: “Mommy, I earned all this money for you!” Her second son: “Mommy, this is my trophy and reward. It’s for you. Take it and buy whatever you want.” Her youngest daughter: “This is a perfume I made for you, Mommy! You need to smell good, okay?” Big shot big brothers: “Little sister, just spend as much as you want. We’ll support you all the way to the end.” A certain commander: “Darling, I was wrong! Please forgive me!”
ACEE · 307.6K Views

Chronicles of the Quill, Commas & Clauses:A Court of Ink & Shadows

"I'm Just Here to Write Contracts, Not Fall for the Prince!" In a kingdom where contracts are written in blood and power is forged in the shadows, a sharp-tongued legal drafter and a devil-may-care prince dance on the edge of betrayal, their hearts entangled in a game neither can afford to lose. Astris Doran lives by three rules: never trust a noble, never reveal her forbidden grimoire, and never let her icy composure crack. But when she's forced to draft a marriage contract between the kingdom's most infuriating prince and a rival nation's cunning princess, her carefully ordered world splinters. First Prince Zaiden Leclair is everything she despises-charismatic, reckless, and hiding more secrets than the dungeons beneath his palace. He's also the only man who's ever matched her wit, parry for parry, smirk for smirk. Zaiden lives to play the fool, but behind his glittering facade lies a strategist who sees the cracks in empires. When a drafter with storm-gray eyes and a dagger's tongue dismantles his carefully laid plans, he's equal parts intrigued and infuriated. Astris's relentless pursuit of justice threatens his schemes to dismantle the corrupt powers strangling their kingdom-and the dangerous magic coiled in his own veins. As political machinations ignite and ancient dungeons stir, their battles spill from gilded courts to ink-stained desks, each clash sparking a fire that could burn their kingdoms to ash-or forge something new. Between coded contracts and midnight skirmishes, stolen glances and sharpened words, Astris and Zaiden walk a knife's edge. She guards a grimoire that could save her soul but doom the realm; he hides a power that could crown him king or destroy him. But when their enemies close in, they'll have to decide: Is trust a weakness... or the only weapon strong enough to survive? - Slow Burn Perfection: A romance built on razor-sharp banter, reluctant respect, and simmering tension that ignites like wildfire.
lacook33 · 11.5K Views

Unwritten Mates

“Rate that one,” Ethan whispered, sidling up to me as I tried to swallow my frustration. He gestured toward another girl walking by with her father—a tall man with a belly that strained his too-small suit jacket. “Girl’s a solid six,” Ethan murmured, barely holding back his grin. “Dad? Three. No, wait. Two-point-five. Those shoes are a crime.” “Piss off,” I hissed, though the corner of my mouth twitched. Teely joined him, holding two champagne flutes, one of which she offered to me. “You look like you need it.” “Gee, thanks,” I muttered, downing the drink in one go. It didn’t help. Teely laughed softly. “Relax, Luca. You’ll survive this. Probably.” “Only because I haven’t strangled anyone yet,” I shot back, earning another chuckle from Ethan. “Seriously, though,” Ethan said, dropping his voice. “You’ve gotta pick someone, or your dad’s gonna lose his mind. And let’s be honest, the guy doesn’t have much sanity left to lose.” I sighed, rubbing the back of my neck. “I’m not picking anyone. None of these people matter.” “Your funeral,” Ethan said with a shrug, though there was a flicker of understanding in his eyes. He knew. He always knew. The night dragged on, every interaction blurring into the next. Girls smiled politely, their fathers talked about alliances, and I nodded through all of it like I wasn’t seconds away from bolting out the door. Then it hit me. A scent. Faint, but unmistakable. It was like rain on warm soil, mixed with something sweet and soft—something her. My chest tightened, my wolf snapping to attention like someone had just poured gasoline on a fire. I froze, the world around me dimming as I tried to track it. My head snapped to the left, then to the right. Where? Where was it coming from? “Luca?” Ethan’s voice sounded far away, like it was coming from underwater. There. My eyes locked on the grand staircase at the far end of the hall. A girl was descending, her dress shimmering in the light like it was made of emeralds. Her movements were slow, almost deliberate, and I couldn’t see her face yet. But I didn’t need to. My heart hammered in my chest, each beat louder than the last. She was holding the arm of a man—tall, broad-shouldered, and irritatingly familiar. But I couldn’t focus on him. Not when she finally turned her head, her face coming into view. Quinn. My legs nearly gave out. My breath caught, my wolf howling inside me. It was her. After everything, she was here. And she wasn’t alone. ******************************************************************* Seventeen-year-old Quinn Wayne moves with her family from bustling New York City to a secluded, mist-shrouded town in Alaska, where her parents have purchased a dilapidated inn. Surrounded by dense forests and towering mountains, the picturesque town promises a fresh start—but Quinn quickly realizes it holds secrets far darker than she could have ever imagined. In this epic journey of love, sacrifice, and self-discovery, Quinn must rise as the Lunar Guardian, embracing her newfound powers and her identity as Luca’s mate. The path ahead is uncertain, filled with loss, triumph, and transformation. But one thing is clear: the choices Quinn makes will forever alter the balance between humans and werewolves—and determine whether love can conquer even the darkest of curses.
GennyGordonSA · 48.4K Views

Attracted to His Cold

It wasn't really the result I was looking for. In fact, it was even better. I never really thought that this would happen to me. I never believed someone could love, well, me. But they did. He did. And despite his 'reputation', despite his lifestyle, despite everything everyone had ever told me, I loved him just as unconditionally. But will everything stay in harmony? How long will my paradise last for until my past comes back? Will they haunt me? Catch me? Kill me? *** "Livia? Tiago?" I ask, my voice breaking slightly. If they're here, then.... "Where is he? Where's-" "Gattina." All the breath in my lungs disappear as I turn to find the source of the voice. Half-way through my turn, I can see his dark silhouette at the end of the hallway. When I breathlessly say my next word, it feels as if I can breathe properly again for the first time in over a month. "Lupo." I run towards him without a second thought, sprinting full speed at him, and jump into his awaiting arms. He engulfs me in the warmest hug I've ever felt, entrapping me entirely - not that I mind. I cry in joy at finally being reunited with him as I bury my head into his neck, burrowing myself into him and vowing never to let him go again. Unwrapping myself from him, I look up at into his eyes. They're filled with love and relief, the same emotions I imagine my eyes are filled with. That quickly changes when his face contorts into one of pain. "Cole?" my brows furrow in confusion. He lets out a pained and strangled noise before he drops to his knees, collapsing at my feet. I gasp when I see Viktor behind him, holding a bloodied knife. A/N: Hey guys. Be prepared for dark themes, mature language, mature scenes, and so much more. Enjoy the roller-coaster, you are locked in... - Potential PTSD triggers! - BDSM themes! - Mentions of rape! - Mentions of abuse! - Mentions of torture! - Gun play! - Knife play! - Dark kink! (Warnings will be put at the beginning of potential trigger chapters)
whore_for_mafia · 34.7K Views

Room 208

The air hung heavy with unspoken anxieties as Iris walked the sterile hospital corridors. A year. It had been a year since she’d received the devastating news: Iñigo, her beloved boyfriend, was dead. The pain still felt raw, a constant ache in her chest. She'd mourned him fiercely, the void his absence left echoing in her heart. Little did she know, the truth was far more complicated, twisted by a mother's disapproval and a desperate attempt to keep them apart. Iñigo’s mother, a woman whose disapproval Iris had always felt like a cold wind, had whisked him away to the States, a calculated move to sever their connection. She’d believed that distance, the vast expanse of the ocean, would be enough to erase Iris from Iñigo's life. But fate, it seemed, had other plans. Dr. Millie’s voice, crisp and professional, broke through Iris’s somber thoughts. "Iris, you're assigned to assist the patient in Room 208. He was recently transferred from the U.S.A." The doctor handed her the file. Iris took it mechanically, her mind already racing. The familiar chill that always accompanied thoughts of Iñigo's mother settled over her. This was no coincidence. A strange premonition tightened its grip on her, a knot of dread forming in her stomach. She felt a cold dread creeping up her spine. As she approached Room 208, a wave of nausea washed over her. She hesitated, her hand trembling as she reached for the door handle. A deep breath, a silent prayer, and then—she opened the door. The sight that greeted her stole the breath from her lungs. There he was, pale but undeniably Iñigo, lying in the hospital bed. Time seemed to stop. The world dissolved into a dizzying blur of disbelief and overwhelming emotion. A strangled gasp escaped her lips. He was alive. The carefully constructed wall of grief she’d built around her heart crumbled. A torrent of emotions – shock, relief, disbelief, and a bitter taste of betrayal – flooded her. All the pain, the tears, the emptiness… all for nothing? The file slipped from her numb fingers, landing silently on the floor. He was alive, and his mother had lied.
Yxenni · 2.7K Views
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