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Ultima Lettera D'Amore

Dévourer

WARNING: Graphic Violence depicted The world has been separated into four kingdoms. The kingdom of Fringhelm for their elite military know as knight. Despite their inferior technology, their expertise in combat and efficiency with their powers give them the edge over the rest. Although with this comes great corruption. Adriel, a human boy who is a Dévourer, Lykos, Adriel's adopted brother who is a wolf beastman with the affinity of fire magic, and Dania, an elven girl who has been friends with them since child hood and the Lover of Lykos, join the ranks of knights after many years working as simple foot soldiers. Knights isn't handed down to anyone only the best may be allowed to rise. They were unaware of the horrific world they entered. As the three of them make a team with two stragglers. They must fight, survive, and protect. They are unaware of a growing evil shrouding their world. A man trying to topple the kingdom on its head. Adriel must learn to survive, and Lykos must protect those dearest to him. Calamity approaches, and its closer than what they might think. Blood will be spilled; death inevitable. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Hello Luno here, if you have found the story intresting or want to leave any form of criticism to help me improve and give your overall thoughts of the story join my discord-( https://discord.gg/c82uZA923v ) its nothing much at the moment I'll be fixing it up as time goes by feel free to ask me anything and get to know me if you so choose maybe meet others while at it. I'd love to build a community as I improve as an author. This is my first Novel I've written many short stories, but only posted one online as a creepypasta (I know pretty lame :v) Hope you enjoy and have a great day. planning on daily hopefully. Cover Art by- IG: capricule Etsy- capricule
Luno_aim · 6.8K Views

La Mariée du Démon

*Roman historique fantastique à déroulement lent* Elise s'apprêtait à enfiler la robe qui était posée sur le coin de son lit lorsqu'elle entendit frapper à sa porte. Curieuse, elle tourna la poignée et se retrouva face à un grand homme qui la dominait. « Maître Ian ! » s'exclama-t-elle. Ian sourit avec le sourire espiègle habituel qu'il affichait toujours. Ses yeux cramoisis balayèrent brièvement sa chambre et s'arrêtèrent sur la robe noire posée sur son lit, puis se déplacèrent sur la femme qui se tenait devant lui. Il fit un pas en avant et demanda. « Où as-tu trouvé cette robe ? » « Monsieur Harland me l'a offerte », répondit Elise en tendant le cou pour voir les sourcils de Ian se froncer avec élégance. « Sais-tu pourquoi un homme aime offrir une robe à une femme ? » Il lui posa l'énigme à laquelle elle devait toujours réfléchir à deux fois avant de répondre. Mais cette fois, elle ne trouva pas de réponse et se contenta de secouer la tête. « Je ne sais pas. » Son sourire devint ensorcelant, comme si quelque chose s'était remué au plus profond des yeux écarlates qu'il avait. Il glissa lentement sa main sur le col de sa robe, envoyant un frisson glacial qui la surprit un instant à cause de sa température glacée. Après avoir défait les deux premiers boutons de son col, il inclina la tête vers le bas, murmurant à son oreille. « Parce qu'ils veulent être celui qui déshabille l'étoffe. » Il marqua une pause et embrassa son cou, faisant rougir la peau pâle avant de se rétracter pour fixer son regard sur elle et répondit avec nonchalance. « Malheureusement, tu ne peux pas porter la robe là-bas avec ça. » Il rit et tendit une boîte dans sa main. « Et la bonne nouvelle, c'est que je t'ai préparé une robe. » Elise était une petite fille maudite qui pouvait voir les fantômes. Sa famille la détestait et la rejetait d'une famille adoptive à l'autre. Cependant, le malheur n'agissait pas seul. Lorsqu'elle fut élevée par sa tante, elle fut vendue comme esclave. Lorsqu'elle crut qu'elle ne deviendrait rien d'autre qu'un sacrifice pour le sorcier, elle fut sauvée par un homme dont l'identité était bien différente de celle d'un être mythique normal. *** Ce livre est ORIGINAL et il ne s'agit pas d'une traduction Rejoignez le discord de l'auteur : https://discord.gg/YPKueb4
mata0eve · 91K Views

TËSSÃ ãñd DARÆY

I closed my eyes, shutting out his face, trying to steady myself. But I could feel it—his surprise. The way his lips stilled for a fleeting moment before moving with mine told me he didn't expect this. Not from me. "Well done Tessa. You've outdone yourself" I thought, a quiet victory blooming inside me. And then, as if understanding my message he responded. His lips softened, calling to mine, pulling me in closer. The kiss deepened, growing more passionate, more consuming, as though he'd decided to match the boldness I'd thrown his way. This was real. Too real. I gave myself a warning, a fleeting whisper in the chaos of my mind: this shit is about to get real, girl. But it was too late. The ferocious rush of adrenaline coursing through me had already taken over. Butterflies danced in my stomach, fluttering wildly like they'd been let loose from a cage. I thought butterflies only happened when too people were inlove. So why—why is my body dancing to his tune ? His touch was quick, smooth and practiced. He knew exactly how to hold me, how to make my body respond. I was caught between surprise and satisfaction, entirely swept away. Of course, he knew what he was doing. I didn't expect someone like him to be inexperienced. He carried himself like a man who'd walk this path before. If he wanted to, I had no doubt he could have taken me here and now. The thought sent thrill down my spine,but also a jolt of clarity. I wasn't ready. I couldn't loose my virginity to someone I barely knew —whose name I didn't even know. Still he made me feel so much at once. Too much. I was floating, soaring high above the world while somehow still feeling grounded. I was up in the clouds—cloud six at most, but my body wasn't my own anymore. I couldn't feel it. Couldn't control it. It was as though I traded my sanity for this fleeting, intoxicating moment. I could no longer breathe. Every time I tried to take a breathe, he'd pull me right back into the moment and I'd loose myself all over again. It was overwhelming, intoxicating. What was wrong with him? Why wasn't he stopping? It was as if he wanted more—needed more. Like he was determined to dive deeper into the kiss. To explore every uncharted corner of it. Deeper? " Is there even a way to go deeper than this ? I thought to myself, my mind spinning. He'd gone through every kind of kiss I could imagine —soft, fiery, teasing, demanding. I didn't think there was anything left for him to try. But he didn't stop. I tried to push him away, my hands trembling against his chest. But before I could, he caught my wrist, his grip firm yet gentle, pulling me back into his hold. I couldn't escape. And truthfully? I didn't want to. I liked what I was feeling. No—i loved it. It was raw, Electric, addictive. My body craved it, craved him and I didn't want it to end. I wanted more. More until I couldn't feel anything else. Untill my body didn't know where it began and where it ended. Then like a splash of cold water, the sound of voices broke through my haze. " Hey, don't you think it's enough" I froze, reality crashing in. I had completely forgotten about them —our friends. I'd forgotten about everything: where I was, what I was doing, the fact that we were standing out here in broad daylight. The world around me felt like nothing more than a tool for this moment, as if the sunlight itself was feeding into the darkness we'd created together. It had been just us—only us. And now it was over.
Black_Diamond626 · 8.9K Views
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