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The Fox And The Hair

The Descent and The Magician

“If I told you she was a goddess, you’d be wrong. If I told you she was the darkness itself… you’d still be wrong. She’s much more— And she makes eternity feel like home.” Rowel is a wandering, flamboyant magician with a coat full of tricks. With a mind stitched together from the memories of others—a patchwork identity held together by forbidden magic and sheer audacity. He trades in secrets and stolen recollections, paying the price of memory with pieces of himself every time he wields his dark powers. has never feared the unknown. Until he met her. Ravenne is her name—an ancient, eldritch being draped in human skin and sovereign silence. Worlds crumble where she walks, stars dim when she dreams. She has never loved. Never cared. Never flinched. But when Rowel stumbles into her realm by chance—or fate—fate-the performance begins, one he'd done before. From cursed kingdoms to collapsing realities, from magical toy soldiers to royal horrors hidden beneath gilded halls, their journey spirals into something neither of them expected: intimacy, madness, and devotion. As Ravenne slowly lowers her godlike veil and Rowel sheds his clownish smile, the boundary between human and divine begins to fray. But when grief bleeds into vengeance and forbidden rituals awaken ancient darkness, only one question remains: Can such an attraction survive a descent into something far beyond gods and men? ...or will devotion turn into destruction, when even eternity becomes too fragile to hold them?” ______________ "It feels much safer with you, Ravenne," "Safe... near me?" There was a note of incredulity in her tone. Not mocking or cold. Just curious. "I’ve unraveled worlds with less reason than a blink." Her hand lingered, fingers grazing his cheek, featherlight. Almost reverent. "Yet you curl beside me like I am shelter." She knelt—elegantly, terrifyingly quiet—and placed her forehead to his for a moment. "Then rest. If I am the reason you feel safe... then let that be true. Just for you." Rowel Character Illustration: https://cdn.discordapp.com/attachments/954083480378151062/1382512311876714496/3iJhigbhVJsffiN8kcVvA.png?ex=684b6c6c&is=684a1aec&hm=dba220d7331a3ebe996a1345ea73c3d37de4d1da936414ce9646ff004988da13& Ravenne's Character Illustration: https://cdn.discordapp.com/attachments/954083480378151062/1382512352355942430/EX8F4tjrGg8urZ4ulugJA.png?ex=684b6c76&is=684a1af6&hm=d16db7d29ca3448a9e455e88879615a5093f23e40a47e43cc3a9b970671cf022&
AlenHope · 9.9K Views

The Fox Who Cried Intimacy

#Femaleontop#R18 #Midevil #Warriors#Romantic #SimpHusband#HopelessRomantic#Reincarnation#EnergeticWife#BDSM Rachel Wells is an outgoing College gal who strives to live her 20s to the max. While studying historical concepts, she likes to use her free time to indulge in gentlemen's clubs. However, this rubs her father the wrong way. Can't she just live a little? After Rachel reincarnates as Beatrice from the Novel "If I Could Be of Use" " she is placed in an unfortunate situation of the suic*dal bride. Can she chit-chat her way out of this one? Is she able to keep living normally? Will she try to break free from the marriage or charm her new husband? ______________________________________________________________ *Exclusive glimpse* Beatrice grasped her husband's palm and tugged him along the garden when she realized he was taking his sweet time. "Now, D-dear can't you take it easy for a day?". Lorcan slowly pulled his left hand away from his wife and grabbed her by the waist with his right hand. She slightly pressed her lips thin as she searched his eyes for questions he didn't say out loud. "I'm not pregnant, Leo." He clasped his hands with hers and neared her face. "But we're not absolutely sure yet..." Beatrice inched closer to his face with a cheeky smile "But I am". Lorcan nuzzled closer to his wife's ear and wrapped his hands around her slender waist. "How's this?" Beatrice held back her laugh and whispered in his ear. "That's cause, I'm bleeding, right now." Lorcans face turned from pale, to pink, to the redest wine. Pulling away from his wife, Lorcan quickly marched twards the gardens exit. Beatrice burst out laughing which caught the servants nearby off guard. "Leoo!~ Why do you have to act like that?" Lorcan halted his steps and stood in his tracts. "Why... Must you be so vulgure.." Lorcan pressed his cold hands onto his burning cheeks. Beatrice crept up on him and slid her slender arms around his shoulders. "Oh please, there's no need for you to be embarrassed. It's normal." A smile crept on her lips as she brushed her lips onto his ear causing Lorcan to tense up. "Plus, I want you to know I'll be expecting you next Thursday. Night, my dear Leo."
DaintyWriter · 10.8K Views

The Shadow and the Starlight

On her 21st birthday, Eira Thorne’s hidden mark awakens—and the first thing it does is murder a man. When the silver crescent brand on her wrist flares to life in a burst of lethal starlight, Eira becomes the prime target of: The Shadow King’s Hunters, who carve out magic-users’ hearts. The Forgotten, monstrous beings who whisper that her blood *belongs* to them. Something worse—the parasitic voice in her head that claims it’s her true soul. Her only ally is Kaelan Dain, a lethally charming Shadowmancer with a debt to the king. But as bodies pile up and Eira’s visions reveal fragments of a past that can’t be hers, she realizes: She’s not the hunter. She’s the sacrifice. CORE THRILLS: A MAGIC THAT REMEMBERS WHAT SHE FORGOT Eira’s power isn’t just awakening—it’s rewriting her. The more she uses it, the more she loses herself to visions of a celestial massacre she couldn’t have witnessed… because it happened 200 years ago. A LOVER WHO MIGHT BE THE KILLER Kaelan’s shadows hide brutal truths: his "cursed brother" is actually the Shadow King, and his mission was never to save Eira—it was to deliver her to the slaughter. But the way he looks at her now? That’s not part of the plan. THE FORGOTTEN’S GAME The creatures stalking Eira aren’t mindless monsters. They’re fallen gods, and they’ve been waiting for her. Their taunts crawl under her skin: "You didn’t escape us, little light. We let you go." A HEART THAT ISN’T A WEAPON—IT’S A TRAP The ancient crystal called the Heart of Vaelis offers the power to destroy the Forgotten… but using it comes with a sickening twist (think Annihilation’s psychological horror meets The Cruel Prince’s bargains).
abdur_rouf · 11.8K Views
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