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Hunted: My Alpha Hates Me

Being the only human in a school full of supernatural beings is hard. But being fated to the son of the Alpha your father killed? That’s a death sentence. ******** Carnemore Academy was never meant for someone like Claire: the daughter of a head hunter who used to kill supernaturals in the past. But when the peace treaty between hunters and supernaturals start to crack, she’s sent straight to the heart of danger— a school where everyone hates her and wants her dead. No one despises her more than Zane Wolfe Ravenscroft, her mate and the son of the Alpha her father murdered. And then there’s Caius Valerius, a vampire prince who should hate her just as much, only he doesn’t. And Lorien Feyrune, the Fae prince with a shattered heart and dangerous obsession. As Claire navigates the dangers of Carnemore and her complex relationships, more secrets about her father is revealed. Now, she must choose. Duty or desire? Family or fate? Love or survival? Because in Carnemore, secrets are deadlier than silver bullets. And some bonds were never meant to be broken. ************* Claire barely had time to catch her breath before Zane was in front of her, his golden eyes locked onto hers like a predator closing in on its prey. “Why are you all over the place with Caius?” He asked. Claire crossed her arms, forcing herself to hold his gaze. “Because he’s my friend,” she said, though the moment the words left her lips, she saw the way Zane’s jaw tensed. “Friend?” He took a step closer, the space between them shrinking to nothing. She swallowed. “Why do you care?” His lips curled into something that wasn’t quite a smile. “You can’t have friends.” Claire’s breath hitched. “Why?” Zane leaned in, his voice a whisper against her skin. “Because you’re mine.” Her stomach flipped, her nails digging into her palms. “You rejected me,” she reminded him, her throat tightening around the words. “You didn’t want me, remember?” “That doesn’t change anything.” Her heart pounded. “It changes everything.” He reached up, brushing his fingers against her jaw, tilting her chin so she couldn’t look away. “You don’t get it, do you?” His voice was softer now, but no less dangerous. “You’re my toy, Claire.” His thumb grazed her bottom lip, sending a shiver down her spine. “And I’m the only one who gets to play with you.” ************ This book is rated 18+. Fantasy Romance Morally Grey ML Smut Bullying Violence No Reverse Harem
Author_Danny · 1.3K Views

The Monarch’s Ashes

Cassian Vale was a hero—celebrated, trusted, and utterly betrayed. Accused of treason against the empire he once swore to protect, he was sentenced to death by fire, his body reduced to embers before the eyes of thousands. But death does not claim him. Buried beneath the ashes of his own execution, Cassian wakes in a ruined husk of a body, alive but forever burned. The world has moved on, his name whispered only in curses, his memory fading like smoke. Yet, something else lingers within him—a presence, a hunger, a power that should not exist. As he returns to the empire’s capital in search of answers, Cassian uncovers a horrifying truth: he is not the first to suffer this fate. Every emperor before him met the same fiery end, only to vanish without a trace. Their souls, twisted and bound to the empire, whisper to him in the dark, guiding him toward a destiny steeped in blood and ruin. But the deeper he digs, the less human he becomes. His body no longer obeys mortal laws, his reflection moves when he does not, and the world itself seems to bend around his will. He is evolving—but into what? Now, Cassian stands at a crossroads: Unravel the ancient curse binding the empire’s rulers to a fate worse than death. Burn the throne that betrayed him and forge a new path, no matter the cost. Succumb to the monstrous power rising within him and take his place as the true god of the fallen. In a world where history is written in fire and blood, Cassian Vale will either be its final ruler… or its executioner.
Hollows · 764 Views

The Secrets of CHIAROSCURO (The Demon's Eye)

In a world once ruled by elemental forces and primal creatures, the balance of power has long been shattered. Vampires, Werewolves, Demons, and Humans—each race has carved its own legacy, but none remain untouched by the tides of war and betrayal. Once, these factions waged battles that scorched the land and stained history with blood. Now, the war has faded into myth, and fragile peace clings to existence like a dying ember. But peace was never meant to last. A kingdom watches with unease as old wounds fester beneath the surface, as forbidden ties between predator and prey threaten to upend everything. Whispers of rebellion stir in the streets, ancient forces awaken in the shadows, and a forgotten prophecy looms on the horizon. Amidst this brewing storm, a child is born—a being who is the product of two worlds, a hybrid of Vampire and Human, a symbol of opposing forces intertwined. His existence alone is enough to ignite fury, to challenge the natural order, and to become the spark that could either unite the fractured lands or set them ablaze once more. Secrets buried deep in history will rise. Loyalties will be tested. And in the end, only one truth remains: Power is the only law, and those without it will be devoured. What happens when the past refuses to stay buried? When the sins of old return to claim their debt? This is not a fairy tale. This is the truth they wanted forgotten. Welcome to The Secrets of Chiaroscuro.
AK31 · 7.8K Views

Hyperborea

"Once upon a time..." "There was a young man named Fionn." "He was the king of the Hyperboreans, a civilization that thrived in the distant north of the world, where peace and harmony reigned beneath skies of eternal frost." "One day, during one of his habitual walks beyond the walls of his grand, crystalline castle, Fionn heard a peculiar sound—a sharp squealing that pierced the stillness of the white forest surrounding his domain." "Startled and alert, he gripped the hilt of his regal sword and followed the noise, his boots crunching softly over snow-dusted leaves. As he pushed through the pale foliage, the source of the sound revealed itself—a girl, cornered by a thur." "The creature was monstrous, towering over both the girl and Fionn himself. Its thick, gnarled skin was the color of ash, mottled with scars and patches of coarse, dark hair. A pair of jagged tusks jutted from its wide, snarling mouth, and its eyes glowed faintly, like embers in a dying fire. Long, sinewy arms ended in clawed hands that could snap trees like twigs, and its breath came out in ragged, steaming huffs, filling the air with a stench of decay." "The thur growled, advancing on the girl with a lumbering gait, its massive frame causing the ground to tremble faintly beneath its weight. Every instinct in Fionn's body screamed at him to flee, but he stood firm." "Drawing his sword in one fluid motion, the king lunged forward. With a single, decisive strike, he felled the monster, its roar silenced as it collapsed into the snow." "-Are you all right?- Fionn asked, his voice steady but gentle as he turned toward the girl." "But she didn't respond. She didn't even look at him." "Fionn frowned, puzzled by her silence. Perhaps she was too shaken by the attack to speak, he thought. Yet, something else caught his attention—something even more peculiar." "Her skin. It wasn't the pale, snowy white of the Hyperboreans. It was... pink. A soft, warm hue unlike anything he had ever seen." "-Ehm... I know this might sound a little inappropriate, but... where are you from? You don't look like anyone from here,- Fionn ventured cautiously, hoping for a reply. But still, she said nothing." "-Wait!- He suddenly realized, his eyes widening. -Could it be that you don't understand me?-" "If she didn't respond because she didn't know his language, then she couldn't be from Hyperborea—or even anywhere nearby. But where else could she be from? Beyond Hyperborea, there was only the vast, unending sea... wasn't there?" "-Could it be that she's from one of the other Nine Worl—- Fionn's thoughts were abruptly interrupted as the girl rose to her feet." "She stepped closer to him, her movements deliberate but strange, her expression unreadable. She—Oh!" ~Ronf~ ~Ronf~ ~Ronf~ "Looks like Artair is already asleep..." The mother lowered the book gently, a warm smile on her lips as she gazed at her son's peaceful face. "He must have played a lot today. I usually read him more of the story before he falls asleep..." Leaning over, she placed a soft kiss on his forehead. "Good night, my little Artair." With a quiet sigh, she tucked the blanket around him even more snugly than before, then rose from the bedside. Extinguishing the torch that lit his room, she left, closing the door behind her with care. In the dim stillness of the house, she paused, looking out through the small window at the darkened village. Her thoughts turned inward as she whispered to herself: "I hope, at least, that you'll be able to live a life free from war..."
EBS · 2K Views
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