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Colette Skins

Vessel of Shadows

After losing everything, Daron Lamb is consumed by grief and guilt, until he's recruited by the Special Magic Force, an elite unit protecting the balance between magical and non-magical worlds. Together, they uncover a secret organization determined to free the God of Chaos, a force sealed away to protect humanity. As Daron investigates, he uncovers a chilling link between the group and his tragic past. Driven by revenge, he joins forces with his new allies to stop them. But as the truth behind the organization’s motives begins to surface, Daron is forced to confront a disturbing possibility: freeing the God of Chaos, though orchestrated by his enemies, might not bring the destruction he's been led to believe. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Daron's gaze drifted downward to his chest. Below, the stark contrast of a faint blue light against his white skin caught his eye—a soft glow emanating from his own chest. It softly pulsed, a gentle luminescence that ebbed and flowed with the rhythm of his own heartbeat. Baffled, he just sat there for a few moments, observing. As his fingers touched the source of light, he was surprised to find that everything felt normal, as if it had always been this way. It was like nothing had changed at all. Daron's eyes widened in disbelief when he noticed a strange black liquid seeping into the wounds on his chest—a substance like ink, flowing from within him. It moved with purpose, filling the gaps left by the fat butcher and stanching the flow of blood that had painted his skin red. "By the gods," he gasped, the sight both unsettling and miraculous. The black liquid quickly solidified, forming scars as black as the night sky. His eyes remained fixed on the eerie scene, his breath steadying to a normal rhythm. He was a magician now… it felt strange. He didn't feel particularly different. Sure, a mysterious substance had just mended his broken skin, but other than that, he didn't feel like he could do anything… new, anything special. He stretched out his hand, trying to summon a sharp wind to cut down his shackles. Nothing happened. Next, a flame, to burn down his cell. Nothing happened. “Figures,” he said to himself. “Why would it be easy?” ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ For news and feedback, feel free to join the Vessel of Shadows Discord: https://discord.gg/dmCYCKNwx7
wisp_novels · 15.4K Views

Vermouth

Deep in the Dungeons of The Vampire continent, Vascalo, The sounds of a werewolves screams and howls reach far beyond its walls. Each day the same phrase echoes throughout the halls... "Vermouth...." Alpha, The Prince of all werewolves is a prisoner of Vascalo, is improsoned, being ruthelessly tortured day by day, by his psychotic ex vampire lover, each day crying out, "Vermouth." But after over a 150 years of torment he is finally set free and heads out on a quest of unquenchable Vengeance. Who or what is the mysterious Vermouth, and how did it lead to his imprisonment? And most of all will he enact Revenge on the woman who held him captive for 150 years? Excerpt from the story "Which do you choose?" A woman with pale white skin softly chanted. "Sex... or Suffering?" She stood over a man in chains licking her lips at him lustfully. The man below her, was a complete abomination. He had tattered skin and battered bones, torn apart from years of sadistic torture. His thick black hair had grown long both on his head and his face, nearly reaching the ground from both ends, and a smell as foul as death emanating from his pores. And yet... As the woman gazed upon the man, she looked at him not as an ugly monster, not of a broken soul, but as if he was the most beautiful object that occupied her world. The man leaned up, straining to look up at his captor through the chains that restrained him. As his frigid blue eyes met his captor, a silent rage poured over him. "I... will....." This story was inspired by Berserk the manga and is incredibly gory and may have traumatizing subject matter.
Gaburieru · 3.8K Views

A Perfect Dress.

Genre: Romance | Drama | Fashion | Contemporary Synopsis: Nalani Amara Colette Pablo is an ambitious third-year fashion student with dreams as big as her personality. Standing at 4'9", her presence dominates the room not through stature but sheer determination and charm. Her world revolves around creating designs that redefine beauty, but things take a turn when a chance encounter with Elijah—the "prince" of the fashion world—brings unexpected twists to her carefully crafted plans. Elijah is everything Nalani despises: confident to a fault, frustratingly attractive, and dripping with privilege. But beneath the surface lies a man dealing with shadows of his own. Thrust together by circumstance and rivalry, their journey is fraught with misunderstandings, awkward hospital visits, and the fiery passion of two people who challenge each other to become better versions of themselves. With the cutthroat world of fashion as their battleground, will these two opposites find common ground? Or will they be torn apart by the pressures of ambition, betrayal, and the desire for perfection? Follow their journey through heartbreak, personal growth, and a realization that sometimes, the perfect dress isn't what you wear—it’s who you choose to wear it for. ---------------------------------- Uploading Schedule: Patreon: Three chapters weekly (Monday, Wednesday, and Friday). Webnovel: Two chapters weekly (Tuesdays, Saturdays). Royal Road: Two chapters weekly (Thursday and Sunday). ---------------------------------- Support the Novel: Golden Tickets (Webnovel): Your votes help the story gain visibility! If you're enjoying A Perfect Dress, consider voting with golden tickets. It’s the best way to show your support. Comments and Reviews: Engage with the story through your thoughts and feedback; it keeps the creativity flowing!
UYII · 1.2K Views

Reinversion

Time is the one thing Calafiori always wished he could change ever since a traumatic event left him with the ability to perceive future events, but until now he never acted towards it. A chaotic event that should have claimed the life of a young Colette leaves her with time bending abilities that sees her go back few moments in time and effect changes in the direction of time that was supposed to be linear, completely changing the fate of things. As Calafiori and Colette collide collide with contrasting philosophies on the way best to use their abilities either for the good of others or for their selfish reasons, a great evil that more than threatens to upend the world brews in the same underworld mafia that turned Calafiori's family upside down and made his life this way. Will the protagonists of this series be able to work together and come up with plans to safe all? Or will they drag everyone else into their abyssal madness? *** Magic runs supreme in this brutal fantasy world, and not all is straight forward. Follow the characters who are the heroes of their own story as they strive to fulfill their destiny... only, not all can. The fate of the six races are altered drastically in the aftermath of the great war that left many clans decimated, and the balance of power has now shifted to the humans. Underground schemes threaten to unveil a great evil, one the world won’t be able to take. The past and present will have to collaborate to ensure there will be a future at whatever cost necessary. ctto of the art. *Story scrapped*
DonDenis · 54.1K Views

Billionaire's Regret

“Is Mr. Angelis there?” a hurried voice asked. The man introduced himself as Dereck. “No, Matt isn’t home. He’s in Brisbane until tomorrow,” Colette replied, her tone flat and resigned. She was ready to end the call and retreat back to the comfort of her bed when Dereck’s response froze her in place. He laughed. “Oh, is that what he told you?” A cold drop of fear slithered down her spine. “What is that supposed to mean?” she asked, her voice barely above a whisper, a mixture of fear and anger lacing her words. There was a pause on the other end of the line, and Colette could almost hear the gears turning in Dereck’s mind as he realized his slip. “What?” She stammered, before abruptly cutting the call. Matheo would attend the gala with Iris, and they would be the perfect couple, the power duo that everyone admired. Meanwhile, Colette would be here, in this cold, empty house, a prisoner of her own despair. The realization was suffocating, the betrayal too deep to bear. Her heart ached with a pain so intense it felt physical, a crushing weight that left her gasping for breath. She sat down on the edge of the bed, her body trembling with a mixture of rage and sorrow. Tears streamed down her face, but she made no move to wipe them away. What was the point? The man she had loved with all her heart, the man she had trusted implicitly, had chosen another over her. He had lied to her, betrayed her, and now he was flaunting that betrayal in the most public way possible. But this was new! Now, he had started lying to her. So, that he could attend the gala with Iris without his "stupid, unreasonable" wife demanding to be taken to a public place with him? He wouldn’t want that burden on him now, would he? No, Iris would look much better in his arms, cool and sophisticated, with her intellectual talks to charm his potential investors. She knew the ins and outs of his business and it wouldn’t be the first time he had taken her to such events. The thought made Colette’s stomach churn. But tonight, something snapped inside her. The dead flower of her heart, long withered from neglect and betrayal, turned to a crisp. She had been humiliated, shamed, hidden away in secret, and lied to. Matheo had been afraid she would embarrass him? Now she would show him what true embarrassment felt like. Maybe her marriage was over. Maybe her husband had only ever wanted her for one thing: sex. If that was the case, then tonight, she would be the epitome of sex. She would get ready to seduce him in public, and the whole world would see the actual of their marriage before she left him forever. If he wanted her as the whore, he will get the whore.
DaoistwOsln3 · 418 Views

Alpha's Pregnant Omega

After living in hellish prison for 16 years, you're finally rescued. But what do you do when you soon realize that there is now a thread, a connection to the warden you've escaped from? BLURB: He could clearly see the way the water droplets ran down her back. The brown curls, almost black due to being wet, stuck to it, gave such an alluring contrast to her skin that seemed to glow in the moonlight. She turned, causing her ample breast to come into view. A single droplet hung precariously from a pebbled nipple. Was his eyesight always this sharp? It appeared like a pearl, begging to be licked away. He groaned as he could almost taste the cool freshness on his tongue before it was replaced with the heat of her flushed skin. Unzipping his jeans caused his member spring forth, drenched in the constant precum that flowed. Just the thought of sucking on her breast made him groan in frustrated desperation. He buried his face between the fleshly orbs. Biting and licking, he was pleased to see his marks on her skin. A fierce desire to possess came over him and even his wolf growled at the feeling. How is it that she smells even better that the soap she just used? Other Omegas used the same kind, yet their smell would cause his stomach to feel upset. Inhaling again, he pinning her against a tree. The same tree he was hiding behind before. Lifting her up, he devoured her lips while wrapping her long legs around his waist. Slightly bending his knees, he entered her in one deep thrust. She was hot and tight. So tight that if it wasn't for her juices, he wouldn't be able to move. Gripping himself tighter, his imagination became wild. Just thinking about her breathy moans or her screams of pleasure caused a shudder to pass through him as he came into the tissue he had thoughtfully grabbed. Why, why not just take what he so obviously wants? What's stopping him? If it were anyone else, he would have slacked his lust, had some fun, and moved on. The fact that this question ran through his mind without an answer was the reason for his pain.
Kelenne · 90.4K Views
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