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Scarlet Witch Still Alive

How Am I Still Alive?

Spiritual Qi Resurgence, Gods descending? Continuous disasters, all living beings suffering? What does it have to do with me? I'm just a patient with an incurable disease, who's been given up on treatment and has a countdown to death. Embarking on the path of exorcising demons and annihilating immortals with my crippled body is not for the sake of protecting my family and country, but because the hazardous duty pay is too tempting, especially the compensation... "This Evil Gods profession system is cursed, even if there's smooth progress in the early stages, the practitioners will eventually commit suicide..." "Give me a set." "This Demon Sword poisons its user and has already taken ninety-nine lives..." "Give me two, and also that man-eating demonic helmet, soul-devouring blood claws, get me a set." "This Magic Potion is harmful to heaven and earth..." "Enough talk, I'll take them all!" However, the problem is, why am I still alive after taking on all these high-risk missions, stepping on every risk, and doing every deadly task? 【Congratulations, congratulations! Ranked first among the Top Ten Heroes Who Moved the World...】 "...Heavens, wasn't the average life expectancy in this line of work three and a half years? I've been here for one cycle of three years after another, I'm almost an S-level hunter, the first of the top ten heroes! Why am I still alive? I just want to make an honor sacrifice, scam some compensation! Is that so hard?!"
Persimmon Whale · 649.7K Views

Scarlet Soul

In the rain-soaked shadows of Nocturne City, where vampires and werewolves wage eternal war under neon lights, Nyx prowls as a lone bounty hunter. An enigma with olive skin, raven-black hair, and silver-grey eyes that pierce the darkness, she hides her ethereal beauty behind a crimson chiffon scarf and hooded leather jacket. Her lithe frame belies a lethal strength, her callused hands wielding a dagger infused with unstable blood magic. Nyx is no ordinary half-vampire—she can daywalk, a rare gift that marks her as something more. Unbeknownst to her, the scarf pulses with her mother’s essence, a supreme vampire-witch from a massacred royal bloodline, while a gold signet ring on a leather cord holds the key to her heritage. Haunted by an unguided power and raised by Selene, a centuries-old witch disguised as a spunky bartender with raven curls and emerald eyes, Nyx survives on wits and bounties. Selene, bound by a debt to Nyx’s family, loves her like a daughter but guards secrets that could unravel everything. Enter Cale, a rogue werewolf alpha built like a brick shithouse with bronze skin, medium-length wavy chestnut hair, and amber eyes that burn like molten bronze. His silver-grey tattoo—a crescent moon entwined with a wolf’s claw—and matte tungsten rune ring hint at his ancient dynasty and black-market empire. Uber-wealthy and a notorious player, Cale has never felt the cosmic pull that strikes him upon meeting Nyx. It’s an unbelievable, new sensation—a thrumming energy that stirs arousal and destiny, drawing him inexorably closer. He’s born for her, she for him, fated equals destined to rule Nocturne. When Council enforcers—wraithkin horrors—attack The Moon’s Fang, Nyx and Cale’s paths collide in a storm of magic and claws. As Nyx unleashes her power, defying Cale’s protective instincts, he witnesses her fierce independence. She doesn’t need rescuing; she needs her match. But the pull between them, unacknowledged yet exciting, awakens her full potential, threatening to expose her royal blood and ignite a war. Together, they must navigate betrayal, forbidden alliances, and an ancient prophecy, forging a bond that could shatter the city—or claim it as their own.
kel_3536 · 1.7K Views

Moonbound Witch

... “You told me you didn’t love her,” Ravyn whispered, her voice shaking. “And now she’s carrying your child?” The Alpha stared at her, cold. Unbothered. “She’s my betrothed. It was bound to happen.” The words felt like a knife straight through her ribs. She had slept with him last night. Let him touch her. Let him hold her like she was the only woman he’d ever want. And now another woman carried his child? Stupid. She’d been so stupid. ... “You can’t forcefully mate with me,” Ravyn said, smiling without warmth. “Unless you’re ready to drop dead.” The Beta’s warm green-golden eyes burned, his claws flexing. “I will make you mine,” he growled. “If not today—then soon. And when I do…” He stepped forward, watching the way her legs pressed tightly together. “I’ll tear through your mind until there’s no one left in it but me.” Ravyn swallowed. But she didn’t flinch. Let him try. She’d rip him apart before she let him win. ... “You’re the reason my mother was taken,” Ravyn said, voice like venom. “I did it to save mine,” he snapped. Her fingers curled into fists. “I should rip you to pieces.” “Then do it,” he whispered. “Because I’d do it all over again.” ... Three different men. Three different roles. An Alpha, a Beta, and a Rogue. And then there was her—a witch who hated werewolves with every bone in her body. So what do you mean she was fated to three of them? She came to the Court to find answers about her missing mother. She stayed to kill the monsters responsible. But the real betrayal? She fell into the arms of the very men she swore to destroy. She should’ve never danced at the castle. Should’ve never worn that mask. Should’ve never let herself feel. Because now, she was trapped. Bound by fate that states: > If she tries to break the mate bond—she dies. If they force her to accept it—they die. And still, they want her.
Glimmer_Giggle · 10.7K Views
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