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Duskfall : The Wolf and the Blade

As the human world crumbles, replaced by the dominance of supernatural creatures-werewolves, vampires, and demons-only a few cities survive as humanity's last refuge. Lycandor, the powerhouse of the werewolves, is the symbol of the new unshakable power, led by Fenrir Bloodfang, a feared and revered alpha. The city of werewolves is led by Fenrir Bloodfang, the legendary alpha who rules the land with power and fear. Within the black walls of Lycandor, humans are mere pawns, subject to a power game they never understood. Sigrid realizes that revenge is no longer her only game. The dark secrets hidden within Lycandor begin to unfold, shaking not only Sigrid, but also the power of the alpha. Sigrid realizes that revenge is not all she needs to do, because humans cannot fight, so she does something, namely controlling the alpha in an effort to destroy humanity's enemies. The breaking point occurs when the alpha, Fenrir, has a deep connection with Sigrid, so she needs to decide whether she should be with him for life or she needs to avenge him. Many conflicts occur until the battle between creatures occurs, human enemies namely Werewolves, Vampires, Demons and other creatures provide power for humans. These creatures become ferocious with humans and create such suffering. In a world where men are prey and power is determined by blood, Sigrid must fight monsters outside-and within-her own skin. But how to fight fate when she finds herself a part of it herself? “Duskfall : The Wolf and the Blade” is a story of power, vengeance, and betrayal in a world colored by blood and the moon. Is Sigrid's vengeance strong enough to destroy Fenrir-or is it the turning point of her destiny?
Dilaga20 · 656 Views

Blades of Desire

Prince Keiran's voice trembled with restraint. "I should kill you now, Vesper." Vesper's gaze locked onto his, her eyes filled with tears. "Then why haven't you? One swift thrust of your sword, and I'm dead." Keiran's jaw clenched, his words heavy with emotions "I'm a fool, Vesper! You've brought nothing but destruction to my kingdom. You killed my brother, sent assassins to slaughter me and my twin... You're my greatest nightmare Vesper and I've vowed to kill you." Vesper's eyes welled up with tears as Keiran's pain and rage washed over her. "And yet..." Keiran's voice cracked, his sword arm trembling. "Now that I have the chance to end your life, I find myself... unable." Vesper's face contorted in a mixture of grief and desperation. "Why can't you?!" she screamed, her body shaking with sobs. Keiran's eyes met Vesper's, his voice barely above a whisper. "I think I'm foolish enough to have fallen in love with you." Vesper is the crown princess of Marlenia and Keiran, the Second Prince of Everia. For years, their kingdoms had been at war. In one of those battles, Vesper had defeated and killed the Crown Prince of Everia, the older brother of Keiran and his twin, in a one-on-one duel. This feat was considered astonishing. Keiran had vowed to his twin brother and father to avenge Orion's death and their kingdom by ending Vesper's life. But when Vesper was finally captured and Keiran was put in charge of her, he found himself drawn to her. On the night Vesper planned to escape, Keiran caught her. Torn between his oath to his brother and the love he had discovered for his sworn enemy, Keiran find himself unable to end her.
Philip001 · 5.3K Views

Phantom Warfare

In the aftermath of Shadows Protocol, the world remains a perilous landscape of covert missions, political intrigues, and underground conflicts. As tensions between nations escalate, Pakistan’s elite intelligence team, led by the seasoned agent Zayan Malik, faces their greatest challenge yet—a rescue mission fraught with deception, betrayal, and unexpected alliances. It all begins with the sudden and mysterious disappearance of Zayan during a crucial mission in Lebanon. Tasked with intercepting and dismantling joint Israeli and Indian covert operations, the mission ends in catastrophe. A massive explosion rocks the target area, and Zayan is presumed dead, caught in the blast. His team—comprising Ubaid, Irfan, Kashif, and Captain Rizwan—finds themselves reeling from the loss of their leader, grappling with grief, doubt, and a profound sense of betrayal. The mission, which had seemed straightforward, now hangs over them as an unsolved mystery. Ten days pass in an agonizing blur of mourning and frustration until Aaliya, the team’s brilliant intelligence specialist, intercepts a cryptic communication hinting that Zayan might still be alive, held captive in Israel. The faint hope reignites the team’s determination, and Major Hamza, their chief, authorizes a new mission. The stakes are higher than ever as they covertly enter Israel, operating under intense scrutiny and evading a network of traps. However, the trail leads them to nothing—a carefully orchestrated ruse to lure them into enemy territory. Humiliated and disheartened, the team returns home, their trust in the intelligence community shaken, but Aaliya remains unconvinced that this is the end of their search. Months pass with no solid leads until a fragment of intelligence surfaces, pointing towards an oil refinery in the depths of Iraq. The team, though battered by the earlier failure, seizes this opportunity. They gather their equipment, resolve bolstered by the possibility that Zayan might be closer than ever. Major Hamza authorizes the mission, knowing the risks but also understanding that this could be their last chance to save their comrade. The journey to Iraq is fraught with peril, the team navigating hostile terrain, avoiding enemy patrols, and using every trick in their book to remain undetected. Every step they take is a step closer to a potential ambush, but they move with purpose, each of them understanding that this is a mission they cannot afford to fail. The refinery stands in a barren desert, surrounded by armed guards, patrolled by drones, and fortified with defenses. The team moves under the cover of night, taking up positions around the target. Ubaid, Irfan, and Kashif, with the patience of seasoned operatives, wait for the perfect moment to strike. Aaliya monitors the situation from afar, guiding them through the labyrinthine pathways and providing vital surveillance. As dawn approaches, the atmosphere is electric with tension, every sound amplified in the quiet desert night. Suddenly, the operation erupts into a firefight, bullets ricocheting off metal structures and grenades detonating amidst the chaos. The refinery becomes a battlefield, the echoes of gunfire blending with the sounds of the desert. The team pushes forward, cutting through the defenses and leaving a trail of destruction behind them. They know the cost of hesitation—failure means losing Zayan forever, and they are prepared to make any sacrifice necessary. Deep within the refinery’s underground levels, they locate a fortified chamber. The sight inside shocks them—Zayan, their leader, chained and barely conscious, his body bruised and battered from days of captivity. Hope mingles with fury as they realize the true extent of his ordeal. Ubaid, his voice cracking, sends a desperate message back to Major Hamza: "الحمداللہ sir, Zayan is alive and he's with us, but he's badly injured. Mission accomplished."
Emad_Sadiq · 1.3K Views

The Blade's Caress

She looked like a rat caught in headlights, her big brown eyes looking innocently up at me, tears brimming. My little Miss Kindergarten turns me on without even doing anything. I wanted to hug her, but if I did, she would feel my manhood. "Tsk tsk, what happened, Miss Kindergarten?" I whispered. She stood up, the moonlight from the window making her curves more prominent. "Why are you here?" she sniffled. "I can come whenever I want, baby," I walked slowly towards her. She took a step back, and I took one more forward. She touched the wall behind her. Aawww "Uh huh, no escape, baby," I spoke, standing in front of her. Her head low, her toes fidgeting on her own. Nervous. Nervous. "What's so interesting in those cute feet today?" I asked, tugging at her chin to make her look up at me. "Go Away. Please" Her voice came out weak. "You should mind your business." "Oh, you are my business, Miss Kindergarten. Don't forget that," I growled in a low voice. Her breath hitched as she tried to look down, but I held her face up. "I'm not!" Her stubborn behavior as usual. "You are, baby, and if you deny it again, I'll bite that little tongue of yours." She sucked in a sharp breath, rolling her eyes at me. Her breath hitched as she tried to look down, but I held her face up. "I'm not!" she gritted out, her nose fuming in anger. "You can't tell me. You don't own me!" 'Only if she knew, she doesn't look scary at all. She's a pookie. MY POOKIE!' "You love challenging me, baby," I said, closing the distance between us and bending until my nose touched hers. "Let me taste that daring tongue of yours." I whispered, tilting my head to sniff her hair. Grabbing her arms from behind and pinned them above her head. "Hey, Miss Kindergarten, your hands are wet." She whimpered. I brought my other hand back to her chin and saw dark liquid dripping off my fingers. The metallic scent wafting up my nostrils. "I swear If this is blood, you're going to regret it. Baby."
Javeria_Becky · 5.7K Views
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