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Hades' Cursed Luna

In a world where Lycans and werewolves are sworn enemies, Eve Valmont is a werewolf cursed by a prophecy and framed. Betrayed by her own pack and imprisoned for years, her fate takes a darker twist when she is offered to the Lycan King, Hades Stavros—a ruler feared for his ruthless conquests and deadly prowess. Bound by an ancient prophecy and haunted by the ghosts of her past, Eve is now at the mercy of the one being she should hate and fear the most—The Hand of Death himself. Hades, a king carved from blood and his own soul's decay, determined to avenge his family's slaughter and rid his people of the werewolves. He believes Eve is the key to his victory. To him, she is nothing but weapon foretold by prophecy, a tool he will wield to destroy the opposing forces threatening his pack. Yet, he finds himself craving this powerful yet broken woman. Leaving him questioning if she is truly his weapon or the one destined to unravel his carefully laid plans. *** He stalked toward me, a predator closing in on its prey, his eyes dark and unreadable. "So, you laugh?" His voice was low, dangerously soft, making the hairs on the back of my neck stand up. I swallowed hard, suddenly aware of how difficult it had become to breathe. "Hades, I—" "But you only laugh at other men's jokes," he interrupted, his gaze piercing, devoid of any humor. "Not your husband's." The accusation in his tone was sharp, slicing through the air between us. A nervous chuckle escaped me. "You can't be serious... He’s your beta, for Goddess’ sake." In an instant, he closed the distance between us, so fast it left me breathless. His hands gripped my waist, pulling me flush against his body, the heat of him making my skin tingle. I gasped, but before I could say a word, his lips crashed onto mine, claiming my mouth with a force that sent shockwaves through me. The kiss was punishing, hungry—I couldn't breathe, couldn't think. When he finally pulled back, I was trembling, my chest heaving as I struggled to regain my breath. His eyes, dark and stormy, searched mine with a possessive intensity. "You can’t laugh at my jokes..." he whispered, his voice a dangerous rasp as his fingers trailed lower, sending a shiver down my spine, "but you’ll come with my fingers." I shivered, heat pooling low in my belly at his words, his touch. The world around us blurred, fading into nothing as his hand slipped lower, drawing a ragged gasp from my lips. The look in his eyes told me he knew exactly what he was doing to me, and there was no denying the primal connection between us in that moment. "I don’t need your laughter," he murmured against my skin, his breath hot on my neck. "I’ll have every other part of you instead." **** Dark fantasy romance Morally Grey ML Angst Suspense ENEMIES to lovers Smut (like sprinkles on your ice cream)
Lilac_Everglade · 2.4M Views

The Cursed King

He has been waiting for fifteen centuries to meet his wife again. (COMPLETED) Meet Loriel Ashborn, former king of Summeria, 15-century old immortal, a doting husband, certified simp, a wife's slave. In the land where the human race lived side by side with other races like the elves, witches, and those immortal beings often calling themselves gods, lived a powerful king, Loriel Ashborn. One fatal mistake caused him to lose the woman he loved as she was sent to the future by the evil Time Master before he died. The only way to see her again is for him to take the curse of immortality, and so he did. Now, after 15 centuries, Loriel finally found her again. But she didn't remember him? Well, who cares! This time, the shameless husband would never let her go ever again. To make her remember their life together, he even faked a terminal illness with his 'dying wish' was to experience how it was like to be married. And when he *cough cough* 'miraculously' made a full recovery, he said, "Wifey, you saved my life! Now, I owe you forever. I will repay with my body." *** AUTHOR'S NOTE: In their previous life, the king felt that he was not a good husband to his wife, so this time around, he would make up to her and be the best husband she could ever hope for. You will witness a total simp, a devoted doting husband who would pamper his wife to no end and give the whole world to her. I DON'T DO SLOW BURNS. This story will have a lot of snusnu/lemon/smut and it's not advised to read if you are prudish or underage. Also, there will be magic. A lot of magic because the male lead is a 'god' and the female lead is a 'witch'.
Missrealitybites · 1.7M Views

The Alien and the Cursed Star

Nathaniel, the Alien: Nathaniel was no ordinary resident here on earth. He is an alien with the ability to teleport, hear ringing sounds and stop time for a minute. He had not chosen earth as his home, but he was drawn to the chaotic world of earth with these mixed human emotions. The truth is Nathaniel had a unique power - he could feel the emotions of those around him. This often left him overwhelmed in the crowded city. One evening, as Nathaniel returned to his condo, he felt a surge of sadness and frustration coming from the building. It was intense and he knew it was coming from a new resident. Deciding to investigate, he went outside and found the source of the noise—a door next to him. A new neighbor. Sabrina, the Cursed Star: Sabrina was a woman of many talents. In her twenties, she is a vibrant writer, fashionista, model, dancer, and singer. She was a very loud person outside and had a hard time expressing her true feelings. She has her deepest secret, that is, as the evening progressed, she aged into her fifty—a curse placed upon her by someone who had felt slighted by her success and confidence. This curse had turned her life into a cycle of highs and lows, where she lived two different lives every single day.  The Encounter: On her first night in her new condo, Sabrina tried to ease her sorrow by singing. Her voice which is filled with sadness echoed through her entire living room. She sang song after song, hoping to find some comfort in the music. Meanwhile, at the night, Nathaniel who is sensitive to the noises and feelings of extreme emotions was not able to sleep. As he tried not to listen, but because of his power he was able to hear Sabrina even though the condo was separated by a good wall. At of irritation, Nathaniel decided to intervene. He teleported to her door and knocked it. Sabrina, startled of the knocked, opened the door to find a handsome young man with an otherworldly aura. "You know, I cannot sleep. Your voice is quite loud." his voice was cold. Nathaniel saw a lady wearing a long sleeve and has gloves in her hands, with shades on, facial mask on her face, holding a comb as her microphone, hair is messy despite having a cap covering her head. Her face was totally covered. Nonetheless, she is like a messed-up girl. Sabrina looked at him, surprised. Her day had been quite tough, and her only stress reliever was to sing tonight. "Oh, am I not allowed to just relieve? My mom told me dumb, my management told me I suck in dancing." she replied, her eyes are red from crying. "Even just for this singing, I even suck. Oh, but thank you, I am having a tough day." As they continue to collide in unexpected ways, a strange connection begins to form.
Jisoo_Yaaa · 5.2K 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 · 37.5K Views
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