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The Chain of Seraph

"Are you going to keep running, Little Witch?" Meribella swallowed hard, her throat dry. She could feel something pulling her toward him—an invisible force thrumming beneath her skin like a siren’s call. She was born with a curse. Some called it a curse, and some called it a blessing. The universe had twisted her existence into something unnatural that neither belonged to heaven, earth, or hell. And he—he was the one thing she could not touch. "You shouldn’t be near me." Her voice barely rose above a whisper, her nails biting into her palms as she forced herself to remain still. "You say that," he murmured, stepping closer to her like a shadow slipping through the cracks of light, "yet your heart betrays you." Her body ached in his presence— not just with desire, but with something far worse. A truth that had followed her like a ghost since the moment their eyes first met. Fate! "Tell me," his voice softens. "Does your gift work on me, too, Meribella?" Her name on his lips—it felt different, almost sacred. "I don't know," she whispered. "Shall we find out?" It was a tether, a bond neither had forged, but both were bound to—a tragedy written in flesh and blood. One of them had to die for the other to be free. And yet— neither of them moved. Neither of them broke the fragile thread that was pulling them closer, inch by inch, into a dance neither had chosen, but both were forced to play. It was a dangerous game. A game neither of them knew how to win. But both of them were already losing. In a world divided by power, prophecy, and betrayal, Meribella Faye dares to dream beyond her status. She was born into a fallen noble house. If kindness shaped her, ambition defined her. For Meribella, rising above her fate was her necessity. At the heart of the Crimson Crown, Crown Prince Edwyn stands as the divine heir, seen by his people as the chosen one of the gods—a ruler destined to lead. He was revered as the sun in a kingdom blanketed in winter. Yet, with every noble deed, there is an unseen purpose. And the world only sees what he allows them to see. Beyond the known world, rumours speak of Raze Azkariel, the King of Lords. He is a man surrounded by myth, ruling the mystic land, the forbidden jungles, where no soul dares to enter. He is a mystery, a danger, a force of light and darkness. Their lives should have never crossed. Who was the friend? Who was the enemy? Or were they all merely pieces in a war written long before their birth?
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Chains Lifted: Her Second Act

DO ADD "Llaellen's Updates" BOOK IN YOUR LIBRARY TO GET THE LATEST UPDATES ABOUT MY PLANS FROM HERE ON OUT She was a well-made daughter - molding herself into whatever they needed her to be. A perfect doll. A flawless façade. She mastered every expression, every action, and played her role without fault, because this part of her life belonged to them. But not for long. There will come a time when she will break free. No longer will anyone dictate her path or define who she must become. She will be the sole director of her life. Yet, just as her carefully laid plans were slowly reaching their climax, her world began to turn upside down. One disruption after another—incidents she could never have foreseen—and new acquaintances who refused to stay away no matter how often she cut ties with them. Her life had always been difficult, but these unexpected twists thrust her into a roller-coaster ride she never asked for, even bringing a hesitation she had never imagined she’d feel with her plans. Like a caterpillar struggling to form its cocoon, she is fighting for her own transformation. But she knows that once she emerges, she will be a butterfly—free to soar higher than ever before. … “Your kindness? I don’t need it. What you offer? I don’t want it. And a piece of advice—be careful with your kindness. It might bring pain to those you wish to protect, rather than support.” She turned her back, leaving him standing there, watching her retreat into the distance. … "Because I was like her once—filled with guilt. Those were the words I needed to hear, the ones I gave up hoping for long ago." He looked at her, his gaze softening with sympathy. “And you don’t seem like someone who’s ready to free herself from that guilt.” “Someday, maybe. But not yet. Not just yet.” “When that time comes,” he asked gently. “Will you tell me first?” She paused, meeting his eyes before a faint smile touched her lips. “I suppose I can do that much.” … “Whatever I’ve been through, no matter how difficult, I’m proud of it. I’ll never feel ashamed of the things I’ve done to reach this point.” She cupped his cheek, her touch gentle but firm. “So don’t feel bad for me. Be proud of me. While you weren’t there, you were always on my mind. You gave me the strength to keep going. Remember that.” He leaned into her hand, his voice quiet. “Then tell me… tell me everything you’ve experienced.” 14 chapters a week... Published 1 minute apart... Another 2 for every 100 power stones mark... Do read my other stories: SHE'S THAT KNIGHT KNOWN AS ZERO (COMPLETED) VENGEANCE TO THE ROYAL ONES (COMPLETED) COMING FOR THE LAST FOURTEENTH (COMPLETED) RESTARTING CHAPTER BOOK FINALE (COMPLETED) VERACITY OF THE PAST (COMPLETED) REBIRTH: STUBBORNLY FUFILLING A PROMISE (COMPLETED) LLAELLEN'S UPDATES (NEVER ENDING)
Llaellen · 10.2K Views

Broken Chains - An Assassins' Journey in a Fantasy World

In the twisting shadows of Aleric's early life, he learned that the world thrived on betrayal and bloodshed. Orphaned at six, sold into a cult where kindness was an alien concept, he was molded into a weapon—a perfect blend of dagger and deception. By the time he was eight, he had already become a killer. One could almost hear the chuckles of fate, as if the universe had taken an ironic pleasure in sculpting a child into a husk of darkness. Fast forward a decade and some change, and our not-so-innocent child of shadows survived the cult’s glorious self-destruction, intended as his proverbial sacrifice. Congratulations, Aleric—welcome to a new world, where instead of twisted sorcerers and ritualistic lunatics, you get to deal with elves who think they’re superior, dwarves hoarding treasures like they’re going out of style, and orcs whose interest in personal hygiene could use a sharp lesson—or an entire course, really. And let’s not forget the expectations of the divine beings that he has somehow caught the attention of. But hey, at least he has a surprisingly supportive family who, despite their noble status, accept his desire to just be a simple adventurer. With a harem. And divine complica—I mean, support... No yuri, no NTR Author's note: As this is my very first novel, I welcome help in critiquing and editing. Also, English may be my first language, but that doesn't mean I know how to use it. My goal is one to two chapters per week, so stay tuned!
AmethystRiver · 1.9K Views

Chains of Despair

Annabeth, 23, known far and wide as The Mistress of Despair, has a well-earned reputation for ruthlessness, ambition, and a flair for theatrics. But even she isn't prepared when a strange, infuriatingly powerful boy suddenly appears in her home and—without so much as a dramatic monologue—utterly crushes her. Death is supposed to be the end, but not for Annabeth. Instead, she’s yanked back to her first breath, forced to relive her cursed life from the very beginning. Her mother? Mysteriously dead during childbirth. Her father? Poisoned by a scheming wife before Annabeth even loses her baby teeth. The only constants in her life are her overpowered, possibly psychopathic uncle and the haunting certainty of her own downfall. Rather than reflect, repent, or pursue a quiet life, Annabeth decides on a simpler solution: become even more terrifying. After all, absolute power should be enough to defeat anyone, even the mysterious man who keeps showing up to kill her. Right? Right? Every plan, every spell, every life leads to the same humiliating conclusion: defeat, rebirth, repeat. It’s enough to give even The Mistress of Despair an existential crisis. When a runaway slave crosses her path, offering her a glimpse of happiness and hope, Annabeth begins to wonder if redemption—or even escape—is possible. But her past isn't done with her, and every rebirth tightens the chains that bind her to an unending cycle of torment. Can Annabeth break free, or is she doomed to be the architect of her own misery forever? ************************************************************************************* "If you’re going to make an entrance, make it unforgettable." "And if you can’t manage unforgettable, at least go for dramatic." ************************************************************************************* Given her past, Annabeth calling someone else a witch—or worse, a b*tch—was laughably hypocritical. But honestly, what's a little hypocrisy from someone who once killed children just to avoid the inconvenience of them growing up and seeking revenge for their dead parents? ************************************************************************************* "I’m a skinny guy—I can’t handle the big chunks you’re talking about. Why don’t you take them since, you know, you’re already halfway to turning into a boulder?" the skinny man smirked. "Watch it, Ollie! I was just trying to be generous since you look like a strong breeze might finish you off!" Lord Brodie shot back, his face reddening under his double chin. ************************************************************************************* "Look, I’m not saying it’s okay to fall apart. But it happens. It happens to everyone. What matters in the end is what you do with the pieces. No matter how many times you shatter, I’ll pick up every single shard." "Even if it tears me apart to see you hurting, I’ll still put you back together. And even if I have to hold you together with my own two hands, I’ll make sure you stand whole again." ************************************************************************************* Don't forget to add the book to your collections so that you may see updated chapters when I upload them. P.S.: Feedback, comments, reviews and gifts are welcome. P.P.S: Power stones are welcome too. P.P.P.S? (Really?): Especially power stones. :P P.P.P.P.S (I swear it's the last one): If you're a beginner writer too, comment the title of your book so that I can provide a review and some feedback. Maybe even a shiny new Power Stone...
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