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Draco Malfoy And The Half Blood Prince

THE DROWNED PRINCE AND THE OUTCAST

[Warning: Mature Content R18+] “Fuck, you’re not what I expected.” The words cut clean through my mind, link, sudden, and unmistakable, and I froze. The man standing before me was more than wreckage washed ashore. Caelan was the outcast, born a Witch-Fae, and they termed him the wild one. Born of both courts and claimed by neither, he was a creature of untamed magic and impossible legend. And now, he stood before me at the edge of the Pearl Castle, salt water curling around his ankles, cloak clinging to his frame like shadows and silk. “Up close, you’re even more handsome, Morkai,” he said aloud, voice rough but laced with a mocking edge, and he grinned like someone who’d just won a very long game. My pulse kicked hard beneath my ribs and realized that I’d known him before this moment. Not his face, not his form but his voice and his presence. That voice had pierced my thoughts through the link days ago, waking something I thought long dead. “You’re Caelen,” I said quietly, reverently. He winked and stepped closer, unconcerned by the power thrumming between us. “Didn’t think you’d recognize me so fast, your Majesty.” “Your voice is imprinted in my mind,” I replied, the truth spilling out before I could stop it. Caelen tilted his head slightly, the wet strands of his dark hair catching in the breeze. His green eyes, bright and impossibly deep, caught mine and held them. “Then I suppose meeting you here was inevitable,” he said, softer now. I stepped forward. I heard the way his breath hitched, and I knew then he was as affected by me as I was by him. “You are truly a sight to behold. Is this magic or witchery?” I murmured, and a flicker passed through his expression, like he’d been waiting for those words. “Oh,” he said, voice dipping low as he moved closer, close enough for our magic to stir the air between us, and he raised his chin, stared up into my eyes, and spoke with quiet fire, “What about you, your Majesty?” He paused. “You’re not just handsome, you're the kind of beautiful that unsettles every part of my body, since the first time I set my eyes on you." My breath caught, and for the first time in a century, the sea went silent around me. *************************************************************************************** Beneath the waves, destiny awakens. On the shore, something ancient stirs. Morkai Vaelan, the Abyssal Sovereign, was once a prince, now a legend, drowned in time. Bound to the sea by a forgotten curse, he reigns in solitude from his spectral Pearl Castle, feared by sailors and forsaken by the gods. His heart, like the ocean, hides storms no one dares to weather. Caelen Thorne is a Witch-Fae with no home to call his own. Too wild for witches and too human for Fae, he is haunted by a prophecy that marks him as both a harbinger and a key. His magic is dangerous. His past, a mystery. And his future? Drenched in blood and saltwater. When a rupture in the ocean's heart threatens to destroy both land and sea, Morkai and Caelen are bound by a force older than time and drawn into a love that defies every law of gods and men. But as desire deepens and secrets surface, they must face the greatest danger of all: each other. Dark, romantic, and sweeping as the tide, The Drowned Prince and the Outcast is a tale of ancient magic, forbidden love, and the storm that comes when two broken souls refuse to let go.
Anna_Baibe · 42.5K Views

Blood and Borders

In the blood-soaked shadow of Partition, two nations went to war—and never stopped fighting.** PART I: KASHMIR’S BLOODY DAWN (1947–1948) As the British Empire collapses, India and Pakistan are born in a frenzy of communal slaughter. Trains packed with massacred refugees crisscross Punjab, while in Lahore, **Jawaharlal Nehru** and **Muhammad Ali Jinnah** duel over Kashmir’s fate. When tribal raiders storm Srinagar, the Hindu Maharaja signs away his kingdom to India in exchange for salvation. But Pakistan strikes back—capturing Skardu Fort in a brutal siege and igniting the first war over the Himalayas. Amidst the chaos, a young Sikh farmer, **Kartar Singh**, loses his family to a Muslim mob and joins the Indian Army, vowing revenge. As the UN draws ceasefire lines, Kashmir lies divided, and the seeds of eternal hatred are sown. PART II: CLASH OF TITANS (1965) Eighteen years later, Pakistan launches *Operation Gibraltar*, infiltrating Kashmir to spark rebellion. When India retaliates, full-scale war erupts. In the skies, PAF legend **MM Alam** destroys five Indian jets in 30 seconds—an unmatched feat—while **Squadron Leader Sarfaraz Rafiqui** leads a suicidal raid on Halwara airbase. With guns jammed, Rafiqui stays airborne as a decoy so wingmen **Cecil Chaudhry** and **Younus Hussain** can escape, sacrificing himself to Indian flak. On the ground, **Major Raja Aziz Bhatti** defends Lahore’s BRB Canal for 120 hours without sleep, falling to a sniper’s bullet. As tanks burn at Chawinda and navies clash off Dwarka, both nations claim victory—but the Tashkent Agreement leaves Kashmir still bleeding. PART III: BIRTH OF BANGLADESH (1971) East Pakistan explodes in revolt. After Pakistan’s *Operation Searchlight* massacres Bengalis in Dhaka, India trains the *Mukti Bahini* guerrillas. At sea, Pakistan’s submarine *PNS Ghazi* mysteriously sinks on its own mines while hunting the INS Vikrant, and *PNS Hangor* avenges it by torpedoing the Indian frigate *INS Khukri*. In the skies, trainee pilot **Rashid Minhas** thwarts a hijack by Bengali defector Matiur Rahman, crashing his T-33 rather than let it reach India—earning Pakistan’s only air force Nishan-e-Haider. On the western front, 120 Indian soldiers hold off 3,000 Pakistanis at Longewala using jeep-mounted guns. When Dhaka falls, 93,000 Pakistani POWs surrender—humiliating a nation and birthing Bangladesh. PART IV: FROZEN CONFLICTS (1984–1999) In the icy hell of Siachen Glacier, India seizes the world’s highest battlefield by stealth. Soldiers freeze solid in their bunkers as Pakistan fuels insurgency in Kashmir. After Indira Gandhi is assassinated by her Sikh bodyguards and her son Rajiv falls to a Tamil bomb, nuclear tests in 1998 push the rivals to the brink. Then, in 1999, Pakistan infiltrates troops disguised as militants into Kargil’s peaks. **Captain Karnal Sher Khan**, the “Tiger of Tiger Hill,” decimates Indian assaults until an artillery shell tears him apart. **Lalak Jan**, a Pakistani soldier, fights alone for 24 hours with a machine gun, killing 12 Gurkhas before succumbing. When India storms Tiger Hill at point-blank range and the U.S. forces Pakistan’s retreat, soldiers are abandoned on the mountains—their bodies rotting in no-man’s-land. As General Musharraf seizes power in Islamabad, the war ends unresolved, leaving behind frozen graves and a question: *Will the next war go nuclear?*
Emad_Sadiq · 15.6K Views

The Apothecary and the Cursed Prince

In the crumbling Kingdom of Valon, haunted by the remnants of a shadow realm long forgotten, Eleonora is an apothecary—capable of healing both bodies and souls with her unique gift. Shunned by her village for a crime she never committed, Eleonora lives a quiet life on the outskirts, brewing potions and tending wounds. So when she comes across an injured soldier in the dead of the night—stabbed, poisoned, and left there to die—Eleonora doesn't think much before bringing him back to her little cottage. Her world is upended when the mysterious stranger turns out to be the Crown Prince of Valon, infamous for his cruel and merciless ways. Feared for his brilliance, whispered about his indifference, and followed by rumours darker than the shadows at his back, Callahan Ashbourne is a man who plays people like chess pieces. He's a master strategist at work. A cloaked wielder of dark forces. His cursed powers transcend the living. He's everything she is meant to fear. Eleonora avoids the nobles just as fire avoids water. But when Prince Callahan starts to take an interest in her, she realizes her days are numbered and her life span significantly reduced. He speaks in riddles. He tests her limits. And with every encounter, it becomes harder to tell if he's protecting her—or pulling her into something she won't survive. But Eleonora is not so easily played. And as the lines between captor and confidant begin to blur, she must decide whether the prince’s interest is a calculated threat… or something far more dangerous. Because in a kingdom where magic is forbidden and power is the deadliest currency, one woman who wants nothing to do with the throne might be the only thing standing between a prince and the ruin he was born to bring.
Author_Lia_08 · 37.3K Views

The Blood And Dragon Of Nygeris.

In a world where deadly portals can open anywhere, at any time, unleashing dragons and demons into reality, only the strongest those ranked A or S have the power to tame the dragon within. Steve is not one of them. Weak, overlooked, and powerless, Steve is brought onto portal missions only for his sharp mind not his combat skills. But everything changes the day he stumbles upon a forgotten temple deep within a portal… and awakens something that should have never been found. The power of Nygeris. The last god of dragons. The blood of a divine being now flows through Steve’s veins. He doesn’t just evolve. He becomes a beacon. But somewhere beyond Steve’s world... in another multiverse... someone else has already taken the same power. And used it to become a monster. Steve frowned, still trying to process the word. “No… everyone says the multiverse is just a myth.” Nygeris chuckled inside his mind low, ancient, amused. “You human… if there’s something you don’t understand, you simply call it a myth. That’s always been your way.” One by one, multiverses fall. Even those who carry Nygeris’s blood can’t stop him. No one knows his name. No one knows where he came from. But he's coming. And soon, Steve will face a version of power far darker than he ever imagined. An unknown being is tearing through the multiverse, destroying every reality where the power of Nygeris has awakened wiping out gods, vessels, and entire worlds without mercy. Now hunted by twisted versions of heroes, ancient horrors, and a force that destroys entire realities, Steve must master the god within… or be erased like the rest of his version. The world believes only the strongest survive the portals. But Steve is about to prove that true power isn’t just about strength it's about destiny. And sometimes... You have to defeat yourself to save the world. "I won...but still lost my everything." *One day, you will understand why I have said this line. *If you’ve read this far and still don’t like it… go ahead, toss me into the nearest portal and let a dragon finish me off. I won’t even fight back. *The cover image is taken from pinterest all rights belong to his original creator.*
Skk · 6.2K Views

THE ALMIGHTY(RESURRECT ME AURORA)A HALF WEREWOLF AND HALF VAMPIRE,

TITLE:THE ALMIGHTY (RESURRECT ME AURORA) THE ALMIGHTY (RESURRECT ME AURORA ) PROLOGUE: Here in the deep woods of London,a large kingdom The Nightshade hollow, There is said to be a mystery,a child born from both a vampire and werewolf, He is bestowed upon by seven dark rare magic,no one in the kingdom has seen He is said to be a half wolf and half vampire, Mystery foretold,he was casted a spell by the moon goddess, rise and fall of the moon in every 3000 years,he is said to fall asleep. And Can only be awakened by the rise of a new moon , but the curse was not permanent, only when he finds his Luna will he resurrect. Prince Hades Randolph,was said to be a brutal and heartless monster He was feared by All both vampires and werewolves, only a stare from him could make you vanish Everyone bow's at his sight, his Aura is dark and dominates All, never in his life had he fallen in love and never planned to. The humans feared him too, His heart is made of stone Stories said he looked like a God, his skin white and glowing like the star, women fall at his sight princess from different kingdom falls on him but none has he chosen, His lips as red as Rose, his nose Sharp and with the physique of a god,as tall as ever His voice as sweet as melody. Eyes as a crystal, but deep in it his eyes always dominates darkness. His powers can never be challenged, Some called him a monster, some said his born in darkness, some said he's a Satan. Mercy was never in his dictionary,it was said he hated his mother right from child and never had the thought to forgive her. His mother had a story behind. A prophecy was said that in the rising a new moon that he'll be resurrected by his fated Luna
Anastasia_3976 · 14.8K Views
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