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The Devil Hour

The Bride Of The Devil

CONTENT WARNING: /This novel contains mature themes, explicit sexual content, strong language, and adult situations. Reader discretion is advised./ --- She ran from the devil who raised her… And married the one who wore a crown. After her parents’ tragic death, Lydia Andreyevna’s life became a nightmare. Stripped of her name, inheritance, and freedom by her uncle—Lord Alexander—she was treated like property and promised to a Count four times her age. Desperate to escape, she fled into the cold night… and straight into blood. A stranger. Wounded. Beautiful. Terrifying. She should’ve left him. But she didn’t. She touched him once—and fate branded her forever. Her uncle caught her the next morning. Her escape failed. But when she begged Queen Olga for protection, the Queen offered her a deadly bargain: Marry the masked Grand Duke of Zolotaria. The king’s hunting dog. The butcher of the East. The devil in a crown. The man feared by kings. The heir to the throne. The same man she once saved. Ivan Romanov. They say he bathes in blood. That he kills without blinking. That he conquered kingdoms with a smile behind a mask. That no one sees his face—and lives. Some call him the devil. Others call him Death’s favorite son. But behind the mask is the same man she found dying in the dark. The same voice that haunted her dreams. The same hands she once held. Now, he’s her husband. Her jailer. Her obsession. She doesn’t know if she’s his prisoner, or his weakness. Cold and untouchable, Ivan doesn’t share his bed. Doesn’t share his secrets. But she sees it—the hunger in his eyes. The pain in his silence. The way he looks at her like she’s the only thing keeping his demons at bay. She should fear him. She should hate him. But the moment she dares to take off his mask… it’s already too late. Because Ivan wants her—her fire, her body, her heart. And in his world, what he wants, he keeps. Even if it means burning down the kingdom. She thought she was running from hell. She ended up in his bed. And the most dangerous thing of all? She doesn’t want to leave. ___________________________________ Just a Heads-Up: The spicy stuff doesn't happen right away. It begins from chapter 28. This story takes its time setting the mood and building the connection first—trust the slow burn!
Xo_Xie · 192.6K Views

THE DEVIL FEARS HIM

In the dying years of a rotting century, where kings grow weak and steam engines choke the cities with soot, the Church still whispers of salvation — but behind its marble altars lurk horrors that neither prayer nor crown can contain. Father Malachai Kael is no savior. He is the Vatican’s secret blade — an exorcist who does not kneel, a heretic who sold his soul to a fallen archangel in a filthy London tenement. With hollow eyes and a Cockney drawl that cuts sharper than any relic blade, Kael tears demons from flesh by force alone — but each exorcism burns what’s left of his humanity, inch by inch. As plague and possession spread like rot through kingdoms and crumbling villages, whispers grow of the Saint of Chains — Father Severin Caldus, a beloved priest who promises to cleanse the world of corruption. But Severin’s holy order is a fanatical cult that feeds the same infernal power Kael once bargained with. And Severin wants Kael’s cursed soul brand — the final key to open Hell’s gate upon the mortal world. Hunted by witches, devils, and corrupted bishops, Kael stalks cobblestone alleys and gaslit cathedrals, dragging ancient evil into the light one body at a time. But shadows gather behind him — seductive succubi, nightmare demons, and the broken faithful who would rather see him burn than see their sins unmasked. When faith is a lie and Hell wears the skin of men, what is left to fear? Only this: The Devil Fears Him.
BLADE_WORKS · 334 Views

The Unfaithful Hour

The Unfaithful Hour is an unflinching, emotionally explosive contemporary erotica novel that charts the journey of radical female and queer liberation through the language of the moan — not just as pleasure, but as protest, pain, memory, and power. The story unfolds in the urban corridors of Hyderabad, where Rekha, a magnetic, sexually awakened woman, creates a private space known as 302A, which becomes ground zero for a quiet revolution — one moan at a time. Her sudden death leaves a void, but it births a greater wildfire: the rise of Archa, her soft-spoken admirer, who inherits not just Rekha’s mattress but her mission. As Rekha’s moaning rituals begin to resurface through Mandiram Rahasya, a temple-space for erotic healing and unapologetic self-expression, women gather — broken, abused, silenced, and violated — to reclaim their bodies through shared rituals of pleasure and rage. Through Veera, a fiery survivor of childhood abuse, and Witness, a guilt-ridden writer and former voyeur, the novel explores the diverse ways sexuality can both liberate and haunt. With each chapter, the tone intensifies: Women moan not just in ecstasy but in grief. Men moan in shame. Children ask if bleeding is part of coming. And Rekha — though dead — begins to possess them all, not as ghost but as gospel. Eroticism is rendered in visceral Telugu slang, raw gestures, and explicit detail, layered with unapologetic feminism, anti-patriarchal rage, and spiritual catharsis. From public rituals that bring riot police to their knees, to handwritten letters that reduce entire communities to tears, the novel refuses to choose between the sacred and the sexual — it makes them one. At its heart, The Unfaithful Hour is not just about sex. It’s about what sex remembers. It’s about reclaiming the hour the world stole from every moaning woman — and making it unfaithful to shame.
Ravi_Kumar_Reddy_4518 · 12.7K Views

Golden Hour in a Post-Apocalyptic World

After The Collapse, Earth was reborn as Solara—a dying planet forsaken by the privileged elite who fled to Mars through the NASA–United Nations initiative known as the Exodus Project. They named themselves Martians, leaving the Earthbound behind to fend for themselves. But contrary to expectations, those left behind did not perish. They endured. Against impossible odds, the survivors rebuilt society, reformed civilizations, and gradually breathed life back into their scarred world—choosing to rename it Solara, a symbol of their resilience. Yet even in desperation, human nature did not change. Greed persisted. Nations gifted with newfound powers emerged—and war returned with them. This time, battles raged with limited infrastructure, fewer weapons, and scarcer resources. Amidst the overgrowth of forests and thriving ecosystems, Solara seemed to be healing—on the verge of becoming the blue planet Earth once was. But not all dreams survive the dawn. Without warning, a catastrophic outbreak spread across Solara: the KS-V1 virus, known as the Kharon Strain—or more ominously, the Zombie Plague. Reanimating the dead with terrifying resilience, it threw the world into chaos once more. Amid the collapse, Kael, a former Overseer of the elite Aegis Task Force, crosses paths with Leon, a skilled Decryptor. Together, they unite not just to survive—but to uncover the truth behind the outbreak and stop the Hollow Plague from consuming what little remains of humanity. As Kael and Leon battle through swarms of the infected, they unravel a trail of conspiracy, betrayal, and ancient secrets hidden deep beneath Solara’s reborn surface. And the more they learn, the clearer it becomes— This was never just about survival. It’s about what was left behind.
RimzyFr · 5.9K Views

Reaping Devil

Orion was a homeless orphan living in the human settlement Central. The boy was, for lack of a better word, stupid—not because he lacked intelligence (no, he was actually pretty normal intellectually speaking), but what else would you call a person who smiled after getting beat to a pulp?! Stupid! STUPID THROUGH AND THROUGH! With his luck too, he was constantly getting beaten—punched by thieves, punched by beggars, punched by beggar thieves! But somehow, as long as he came out alive by the end, he thought it was a win. To him, the thrill of throwing himself into a helpless situation and coming out on top was exhilarating—the adrenaline pumping through his veins, the sweat running down his skin, the body aching from overuse. It was all so miserable, but somehow, when everything passed, he felt a rush of exstasy that surpassed all pain endured. Until the day came when he was met with a truly terrifying enemy. But he was used to it—steadying his resolve, analyzing the environment, and planning how to survive. But there was no surviving then. There was only death, and that was what awaited him. So he died… But he lived. And now, he was faced with two options for the future: help save humanity from doom, or aid its destruction. Note 1: HEAVILY inspired by Shadow Slave, this novel is an attempt at giving G3's masterpiece some of my own ideas. Not tagged as fanfiction because the story doesn’t happen in the same universe as Shadow Slave. Note 2: This storyu will skip a bit of context, but please take things at face value at first, i'll explain everything at the right time, i just don't want to give everybody walls of text of world building every 2 paragraphs.
Me_Really · 3.8K Views
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