Snarled Compilation

Samantha never expected to find magic in her hometown, let alone in a dimly lit bar on a rainy Tuesday night. Yet here she was, perched on a barstool at the Black Swan, her world about to tilt on its axis. The air thrummed with an otherworldly energy she couldn't quite place. Ethereal dancers moved like smoke across the floor, their bodies fluid and mesmerizing. As Samantha nursed her drink, she felt the weight of curious stares prickling her skin. That's when she saw him. Marcus. A name she didn't know yet, but one that would soon be etched into her very soul. Their eyes locked across the crowded room, and Samantha's breath caught in her throat. He moved with predatory grace, all lean muscle and barely restrained power. Their first interaction was as intoxicating as it was bewildering. One moment, he was her gallant protector, rescuing her from an overly aggressive drunk. The next, his eyes hardened to chips of ice as he snarled, "Stupid girl," before melting into the shadows. Samantha's mind reeled, but her body hummed with an excitement she couldn't explain. Little did she know, this encounter was merely the first step into a world beyond her wildest fantasies – a realm where vampires ruled the night and pain blurred exquisitely with pleasure. As she delved deeper into this hidden society, Samantha found herself drawn to the intoxicating blend of power, submission, and supernatural allure. The crack of a whip, the whisper of leather, the exquisite sting of fangs – each sensation pushed her boundaries and ignited desires she never knew existed. But with every ecstatic high came the sobering reality of danger. Vampire politics were as deadly as they were intricate, and Samantha soon realized she was a pawn in a game where the stakes were life, death, and eternal servitude. As she left the Black Swan that night, Samantha couldn't shake the feeling that she stood on the precipice of something life-changing. She had no idea how right she was, or how deeply she would fall into a passionate, dangerous dance with forces beyond her imagination. The real question was: in this world where pleasure and peril intertwined so intimately, would she emerge empowered... or lose herself completely?

The forest was unusually quiet that evening, its towering trees casting long shadows under the dim glow of the setting sun. Selene Rivers adjusted her scarf against the biting autumn chill, her boots crunching against the blanket of fallen leaves. She'd come to the woods for solace, hoping the isolation would help her clear her thoughts. Life in the small town of Everhollow had been far from eventful—until tonight. She hadn't planned to stay out late, but as the sun dipped below the horizon, she realized she'd wandered farther than usual. The air felt different now—heavier, as though the forest itself was holding its breath. A low growl shattered the silence. Selene froze, her heart pounding in her chest. She turned slowly, scanning the woods, but nothing stirred. Her pulse raced as she quickened her pace, her breath visible in the icy air. The growl came again, louder this time, followed by the unmistakable sound of snapping twigs. Panic surged through her veins. Selene broke into a run, weaving between the trees, her instincts screaming at her to flee. But she wasn't fast enough. A massive wolf leapt from the shadows, landing a few feet ahead of her. Its fur was jet-black, its golden eyes gleaming with predatory intent. Selene skidded to a halt, her breath hitching. The creature snarled, baring sharp teeth that glinted in the moonlight. Her mind raced. Wolves weren't supposed to be this big. This wasn't an ordinary animal—it radiated an unnatural intelligence, its gaze locked onto hers with almost human intensity. "Stay back," she whispered, though she knew it was futile. The wolf crouched, muscles coiling as it prepared to pounce. Selene closed her eyes, bracing for the worst. A deafening roar echoed through the forest, and the black wolf was suddenly thrown sideways by a blur of movement. Selene's eyes snapped open as two figures tumbled across the forest floor—a second wolf, larger and more imposing, its fur a stormy gray streaked with silver. The two beasts clashed violently, their growls shaking the air. Selene stumbled backward, her instincts urging her to run, but she couldn't tear her gaze away. The gray wolf fought with ferocity, its movements fluid and precise, as though it had been trained for this moment. After a brutal exchange of claws and teeth, the black wolf let out a pained yelp and darted into the shadows, disappearing into the depths of the forest. The gray wolf stood still, its chest heaving as it watched the retreating figure. Slowly, it turned to face Selene. She should have been terrified. But as the wolf's piercing blue eyes met hers, she felt an odd sense of calm. There was no malice in its gaze—only curiosity and something she couldn't quite place. And then it happened. Before her eyes, the wolf began to shift. Its massive frame contorted, bones cracking and reshaping, fur receding to reveal pale skin. Selene's breath caught as the creature transformed into a man.

Follow a lowly goblins journey towards….. love? power? riches? heroism? villainy? yes to all. A goblins strength is found in their greed— their hunger. And there’s no one hungrier than a Goblin-Vampire. He wants it all…. The trick is how to get it. *** This will be a short anthology-adjacent series centered around a Goblin-Vampire. I have nothing planned beyond that or an upload schedule. I’m using this chapter based long running short story compilation to work my imaginative muscles and break my writers block whenever it comes. with that being said this novel includes many genres, subgenres and even parodies. EXTRA TAGS: HAREM, DARK, COMEDY, PARODY, SHORT CHAPTERS, SCI-FI, FANTASY, GRIMDARK FANTASY, SOLAR PUNK FANTASY, CYBERPUNK FANTASY, RAREBLOODLINE, POWERFANTASY KINGDOMBUILDING, BEAST TAMING, SLICE OF LIFE, WAR, MILITARY, ADVENTURE, ETC ETC ETC

A compilation of side content including specials, spin-offs and side stories that is canonical to the main story.

For the past three years, Ariana Ari Harlow has given her all to her husband. The two of them got married because her sister chose to run away on the night of the wedding, as she believed the rumours that the Nelson Corporation was bankrupt. Ari loved Noah since she was sixteen, she thought it was her dream come true. However, she did not know that her sister had dug a trap for her, and it was not the beginning of her new life, rather it was her new hell. She was forced to give up her training as a doctor because the respectful Mrs Nelson could not have her hands covered in blood. Ari agreed. For the sake of Noah, she became a perfect wife who took care of her in-laws and husband. However, what waited for her was nothing but insults, her husband was ashamed of her and her mother-in-law believed that her sister, Ariel was well-matched for her son. However, Ari persisted. She thought that she would warm the heart of her husband one day. But she caught him kissing her sister! Heartbroken, Ariana decided to divorce her husband, but she somehow found herself entangled with Nicolai. The enemy and rival of her husband. They were not meant to be together. But Nicolai doesn’t seem to care about the odds stacked against them. In fact, he was determined to break into Ari’s life and set everything on fire. In his drunken stupor, he once held her by her throat against the wall of a dingy pub, “You can deny it all you want princess, but you want me.” His eyes raked over her heaving chest and his eyes darkened, the red appearing unhinged, possessive as if he wanted to wrench her soul out of her body and embed it in his own. “Bet if I take a peek, you will be dripping wet for me.” Heat flared up Ariana's cheeks as she snarled, “Shut up.” “Make me,” said Nicolai as he smashed his lips on hers. His kisses burned into her soul, and his warmth seared her skin every time they touched. She thought that her biggest mistake was getting entangled with Nicolai. However, Ari soon realised the hard way, Literally, being wanted by such a beautiful nightmare was much worse than a mistake. And things turn complicated when her husband finds the truth about everything. “Shoot me in the heart, Ari,” said Noah as he brought the gun's nozzle where his heart lay. “Because a life without you is one that I don't want, so either kill me or come back. I beg of you.” Now that Nicolai had given her a choice, would Ari fall in love with him and jump into a life of nothing but danger? Or would she go back to her husband, Noah, whom she loved ever since she was sixteen? And would Ariana avoid the danger that lurks in the dark, waiting for her to make a mistake and lose everything dear to her? Would she find the key to all the secrets that tied her to Noah and Nicolai as well as her twisted fate? ******* Excerpt: “It's all about money, isn’t it? Take it and get lost,” He shouted while throwing the black card at Ariana’s face. Ariana couldn’t believe her ears when she heard her husband or her future ex-husband humiliate her like this. Three years. Ariana Harlow gave Noah Nelson, three years and yet when she caught him kissing her elder sister, Ariel—— this was what he said to her. “I am going to divorce you,” Ari declared and left. She left penniless but Ari stumbled into Nicolai. The enemy and rival of her husband, the Mafia prince of the Lonest City, a notorious bastard known for his violent tendencies. The ill-fated meeting placed her in Nicolai’s path, and just like that he set his eyes on her. The first time they met, Nicolai asked her to invite him to dinner. The second time, when they met, he handed her a million dollars. The third time when they met, he declared, “You will look good in my arms, what do you say princess?” ********

"Shall I tell you a little secret? But I have to warn you, you won't like it." No one likes spoilers, therefore, I present this to you. "Is it a book filled with spoilers or a book specifically about spoilers?" Read between the lines, that is what you do when you are eager to find out. To figure out a secret, to interpret and keep note of what there is to come. "It is kind of like that, but I would rather refer to it as a compilation or a series." "Or an outline, a note, reminder for what'll end up happening, whatever feels right to you." A story that has only one plot, universe, and meaning is not how you would describe this one. Spoiler though, you'll never be satisfied. /Extra/ "One more thing... None of this is real. Unless you know what exactly is going on."

The footsteps sounded closer, and closer, and closer, until he faintly heard Siri's voice welcoming someone into the house, but before he could open his eyes to see who it was, he felt a large hand gripping his neck, his legs were locked tightly between much larger ones, and, he felt the cold metal of a gun placed directly on his...gun. Zeno quickly opened his eyes from instincts, ready to fight off his attacker, but the moment he did so, he was met with mesmerizing dark grey orbs, staring dangerously at him. The face of his attacker was too close, he couldn't make out his features, but he knew they were sharp, even from a closed look. He didn't bother fighting, he didn't want to lose his junior member down there, and his Nana still expected grandchildren from him. He couldn't disappoint her. "Who. Are. You?" The voice of his attacker was so deep, dark, and commanding. Zeno was a fighter, but he felt a chill run down his spine from the sound of the voice. The hand around Zeno's neck tightened, but he endured it, he was a fighter. Judging by his attacker's looks and actions of confidence, this was his boss. ~~~ After losing his parents and being faced with an unbelievable medical bill; Zeno Evander finds himself working as a Manny for a mysterious Billionaire, but it doesn't last long, after almost being killed by the Mafia billionaire, Zeno swore never to return to that place again. But after a week of escaping the Mafia billionaire, Zeno finds himself kidnapped and Blackmailed into signing a year's contract as the Mafia's Manny and bodyguard. Could Zeno escape his evil and monstrous boss? Or would he be consumed by him? Consumed by the forbidden passion he felt build up between them? Would he risk his life just to experience the burn of forbidden love? After the betrayal from his family, ex-wife and friend five years ago, Sebastian Orion became a totally different being. He became cold, aloof, and dangerous as he rose to become the most feared Mafia king of the underworld, and everyone who heard his name shivered from fear. He distrusted everyone and hated any form of human relationships, building a thick wall around himself. But, not until his son's manny came into the picture. Zeno irritated him in every way, he hated the mere sight of his bodyguard and would have chosen to kill him if not for the sake of his son. Sebastian always tried to push Zeno away by treating him in the lowest way possible. But when the contract was coming to an end, were his feelings still the same? Or did he suddenly realize that it wasn't only his son that needed Zeno? ~~~ "What are you waiting for? Leave!" Sebastian snarled bitterly. He would have to speak with Butler Nicole to find out why he brought back this stupid clown to his house. He had just returned from yet another trip, just to find this nuisance in his house again. He hated Zeno so much, he was classless and looked extremely dangerous to be near his son, who knew if he was sent as a snitch by an enemy? "I'm sorry, boss, but I can't," Zeno said and stood his ground. Leaving would mean he wanted his Nana to die, no, he'd rather stay here and take all punches that came his way, he was used to it. "What?!" Sebastian couldn't believe that such stupid people were still existing in the world. "I can't leave," Zeno repeated.

“You said you would leave me alone!” She snarled into his direction. “What the fuck are you doing in my bedroom?” “Pleasuring you.” He cooed before raising his shiny fingers, “Look how you coat me. How wet you are, Leah.” She stared at the glistening fingers in the moonlight. Gulping at the sight of them, she sighed wearily before turning her eyes to him, “Lea-Ahh..” she moaned as he plunged his fingers inside, one by one, leisurely with no hurry, making her her legs quiver. “God..” “God?” He whispered against her ear, “No god, sweetness. Just me.” . ****** It was a dream to live like Leah Adams. And it was something she wished for once every day when she looked at her classmate. It was just a wish, a little thought she had. Until it came true, quite literally. The opportunity was thrown in her lap by no one other than Leah’s Adams father. She had to behave like his daughter, study like his daughter and rule a school like his daughter would. But with her broken mind and spirit, it was easily said and done especially when she had no home to go back to. The home that was burned forever. ***** Dark romance. You have been warned.

In the stillness of the evening, a sudden, deafening thud shattered the tranquil silence. Zarah’s father, recognizing the uninvited intruders, attempted to flee, only to be seized and brutally beaten by two brawny men. Her mother and sisters watched in horror as their beloved patriarch choked on his own blood. From the shadows, a sinister figure emerged, brandishing a cigarette and cloaked in a woolen coat. "You've ignored my warnings, and now you expect me to show mercy?" He snarled, standing over Zarah's father as he pleaded for his life. "I gave you plenty of time to pay back what you owed. But you ran away with my money, your family, and my cocke." "Please, please, we can work this out!" Zarah's father begged, spitting blood from his battered mouth. The man shook his head, his cruel smirk widening. Too late, amigo," the man sneered. Without hesitation, two gunshots rang out. Zarah's eyes fluttered open, the world a watery blur. What she saw silenced her forever. Her father's head was bashed and bleeding, her mother's stomach torn open. A scream ripped from Zanah's throat, tugging at Zarah's heart. Tears streamed down her face as the horrific realization set in. They were gone.

"You're sitting on my chair, idiot!" I growled at him, I know I was stupidly brave with no backup. "Sweetheart, your place is here" He said in a seductive tone, patting his thigh. "You..." I gritted. He slowly stepped into the moonlight, instantly recognizing him "God of Death" I muttered faintly. "Don't compare him to me. I don't take souls when their time is done but enjoy the souls that are offered to me to satiate my pleasure" He snarled "And now you can't escape from me" My breath hitched. "Who the hell are you?" I demanded He pulled me towards him, crushing my body with his. Lazily with an impend butterfly kisses down my throat, and I struggled in his tight embrace. "I'm the hell himself, baby. I'm The Devil you seek, My Queen" With that he crashed his lips onto mine. ~*~*~*~*~*~ Will it be a twisted fate or a fated twist for them? ~*~*~*~*~*~ "I'm no HERO, You shouldn't have treated as ONE" RUDRA VEER PRATAP RATHORE - 'Tainting this world red was never my intention but an obligation for finding her'. CEO of the Rathore.Inc, King of Jodhpur, and God himself sculpted the 'Devil Of the Sins'. One decision flipped his destiny, Everything shattered beyond his grasp. Yet he will still choice that path to have her. His beast of Darkness turned into the Demon of Hell, together searching for their Master, their Queen. She was meant to Kill Him but one spark was all required... "I'm the Devil, My Queen" ~*~*~*~*~ "Princess is my Title, Monster is my Nature and I'm your Fucking Nightmare" LILITH ISHA ROMANIO - 'They say I'm a psychopath but I preferably say that I'm creative' Sussex of Spain, Queen of the Underworld, and Angels crafted her bit by bit from the pits of hell to eradicate the Devil created by God. At one point wiping out the forced Sin of Lust was her main priority, In the next second she, herself was attracted to the God of Lust. Like the Icing on the cake, He was God himself, 'God of Death' that she was tantalized. "This is my Hell bitch and I Make the Rules" ~*~*~*~*~

"You said....you would always treasure me," the grandmaster smiled weakly, blood gurgling in his mouth as he gripped the blade that was firmly embedded into his chest. "Do...you like destroying the things you treasure, Chi Cheng?" Chi Cheng's eyes blazed with murderous intent, his lips curling into a snarl as he twisted the blade further into the Grandmaster's chest. "In all your perfections, dear Grandmaster, loving me was your greatest flaw." ************* Jing Ling was a celestial beast who was on the run from his brethren and had been banished by the Celestial Realm for his crimes and treason against the supreme courts. He sought refuge in the body of a deceased child from the Chi Clan in the mortal realm. Raised in the identity of the child, currently known as Chi Chengxin, he faces challenges related to his complex cultivation skills after seventeen years. Thus, Chi Chengxin sought solace in the affections of Han Yijun, a senior disciple of the Northern Ice Sect, despite the rumors about his lack of aptitude and the shame he brought to his clan during his new life. Chi Cheng's father enlists him as an Ice Sect pupil in the hopes that the Grandmaster of Ice will see his potential. And the idea of being with Han Yijun at last brings him joy. However, the charming and kind Han Yijun gives in to the pleasure of another, and on the first day of his arrival, he is betrayed and suffers heartache. But the Grandmaster, who is charmed by Chi Cheng but constrained by his oaths and obligations, has a sense of affection that heals his damaged heart. And Chi Cheng, using the Grandmaster's favour and love to his advantage, is more eager than ever to get revenge on Han Yijun. But Chi Cheng's nightmarish past become linked with his drive for vengeance and his mischievous actions that put him in danger. When he learns of the Grandmaster's true intentions, Chi Cheng becomes conflicted between his heart and mind. Is the Grandmaster a man he should love in the first place? But how can one love the man who intends to kill them? Read the story to find out! ********* Note: The story doesn't follow an omegaverse trope but there is a factor of mpreg much later in the story. join my discord server to chat with me: find link under my profile cover picture is ai made by me

Emmie’s heart pounded as the figure rose from the shadows, thicker and grayer than before—a far more earthbound and sinister version of the one he thought he’d conquered. The sparkling light from the crystals above seemed to be sucked away, leaving a suffocating emptiness. Even the sound of his friends’ breaths around him grew faint, their voices—one of concern, another of reassurance—muffled echoes through the cavern behind him. Yet he knew he had to press forward, deeper into the darkness, and face this alone. For now. The figure stepped closer, slow and deliberate, its glowing eyes radiating an icy malevolence. “You think you’ve overcome your fears?” it hissed, its voice sharp and grating. “That was nothing. I am the fog inside you—the one you ignore, the one that carves at you.” Emmie swallowed hard, forcing himself upright despite the shaking in his legs. “I’m not afraid of you,” he said, summoning courage he didn’t fully feel. “I’ve come too far to turn back.” The figure’s laughter crawled down his spine. “Brave, so brave… but so foolish. You’ve barely begun to uncover the truths buried in your soul. Your doubts, your regrets, your anger—they feed me.” For a moment, Emmie faltered. The words clawed at wounds he’d tried to ignore, stirring his doubts: Could he truly protect his friends? Were his choices enough? The darkness seemed to press closer, suffocating him with its weight. But then he remembered Mira’s voice, full of faith. He thought of Amara’s bright laughter and Cory’s unwavering support. They had believed in him when he couldn’t believe in himself. “Maybe I do doubt,” Emmie admitted, meeting the figure’s glowing gaze. “But those doubts don’t define me. My friends believe in me, and I believe in myself.” The figure’s eyes narrowed, frustration flickering within. “Conviction alone won’t save you,” it hissed. “Your friends are far, and here, it’s just you and me.” It raised its arm, and the shadows coiled into smoky tendrils, striking toward him. Emmie dodged just in time as they slammed into the ground, shattering the stone and sending shards flying. His heart raced, his footing unsteady, but he pushed himself upright. A faint light flickered in his hand—small but wholly his. The figure laughed, mocking him. “Is that all? A tiny flicker? Pathetic.” Emmie clenched his jaw. “It’s enough,” he said. “This light is everything I fought for, everything I believe in.” The figure snarled, and the darkness surged again, crashing against Emmie’s light. Straining against the tide, he closed his eyes and steadied his breathing. He thought of his friends, their unwavering faith, and his purpose. The light steadied, burning brighter. At that moment, he heard their voices—Mira, Amara, and Cory—calling to him. The sound reignited his resolve. As their light joined his, the shadow recoiled, its form shattering under their combined strength. The figure’s voice echoed as it faded: “This isn’t over, Emmie. This is just the beginning.” Emmie stood firm, unwavering. “I’ll be ready. Let’s finish this.”

this will be a compilation of random short stories I’ve made. there will be no schedule.

Dreaming is a wonderful thing whether it is a nightmare, fantasy and whatever genre there is . . ., because. . . . . it is a part of our thought and what we always have been desiring and hoping for us to have. Our way to escape reality and create our own fate and relive our fantasies. It's not that bad right?

Ito po ay compilation ko po ng mga sinulat ko, sana po ay magustuhan nyo!? God bless you all!? Meron din po nyan sa Wattpad.

In the third week of dating Finley Garcia, Victoria Young overheard him yapping: "That so - called true - born daughter the Young family dug up ain't got no love from 'em. I'm just messing around with her, for kicks." "Back when Victoria first strutted her stuff back into the Young family, she had a wicked allergic reaction to pineapple on day one. And it was her two older bros who pulled that stunt on purpose, just to show her who's boss." Victoria didn't waste a second and dumped Finley flat. She also cut all the strings tied to the Young family. Finley didn't give a hoot. Victoria was just a washed - up rich chick that nobody would give two cents for. He was dead sure she'd come crawling back to him sooner or later. But then, news hit the streets that she'd tied the knot with another dude. Finley lost his marbles. He guzzled booze until he puked blood and banged on her door like a madman, his eyes all red and wild, hollering, "Vicky, dump that guy and let's get back together..." Well, he sure didn't see this coming. When the door swung open, there was this big - shot guy with major swagger. His collar was a bit loose, and he had some real suggestive red marks on his neck. The guy snarled, "You got a death wish or something? Try messing with my wife again and see what happens."

In the vast landscape of online ambition, the gleam of potential profits can often blind us to danger. I was one of many who succumbed to this dazzling allure, convinced that I had stumbled upon a golden opportunity through a website called bitcoinming.com. With dreams of financial freedom dancing in my head, I invested nearly $300,000, all while envisioning the riches that would soon follow. At first, everything seemed too good to be true—in the world of crypto, where fortunes are made overnight, I felt invincible. The site promised beyond reasonable limits; each click sparked a rush of excitement as my supposed investments soared. "Just a little more," I'd tell myself, unraveling my financial safety net, driven by the insatiable hope of turning my home into a palace with luxury cars parked outside. But as weeks turned into sleepless nights, hope began morphing into agony. What once glittered with the potential of a million dollars now only left my heart heavy and my pockets barren. That gut-wrenching decline hit when I noticed strange inconsistencies—withdrawal issues that mushroomed into red flags too big to ignore. It was here that my thoughts collectively sprinted to that haunting conclusion: I had been ensnared in a scam. The realization settled in like a dense fog, suffocating and impenetrable. My dreams propelled me forward like an exuberant train, heading straight for a brick wall of bitter betrayal. Panic swept over me, and I felt lost—until a ray of hope glimmered. Enter my unsung hero: a colleague who had noticed my despair and suggested I reach out to a group known as Digital Tech Guard Recovery. Skeptical but desperate, I took the plunge. I couldn’t let my profits vanish into thin air without a fight. Things began to shift; an empathetic team compiled evidence, explored avenues, and illuminated tactics previously hidden in my whirlwind of stress. Through their determination and professional expertise, the clouds of my despair began to give way. Week after week, I watched as they meticulously retraced my steps—communication recovered, digital trails scanned, each item like a puzzle piece resetting my reality. Slowly, assurance spread within me like sunlight flooding a shadowed room. And then, the moment arrived! The long-forgotten numbers sprouted back in my account in a flurry of recovery. Every single penny—returned. What felt impossible was suddenly palpable; hope transformed into alliance, from frustration into a sense of reclaimed justice. This harrowing chapter serves as a stark reminder of the perils nestled within digital promise. While I learned that online opportunities might glow, they can often conceal treacherous traps. However, after navigating this tempest, I emerged resilient and wiser, committed to sharing my journey to protect others from the mirage I once chased. In the end, sometimes everything that glitters isn't gold—but if you can find the right allies, that glitter may find its way back to you. So here’s me, sharing my story not just as a cautionary tale but as a beacon of hope—because recovery is always possible with the right help at your side. Contact with WhatsApp: +1 (443) 859 - 2886 Email @ digital tech guard . com Telegram: digital tech guard recovery . com website link :: https : / / d i g i t a l t e c h g u a r d . com

Explore a captivating compilation of tantalizing tales that will ignite your imagination. Delve into a collection of short erotic stories that will transport you to a world of passion, desire, and seduction. Lose yourself in the pages as each story unfolds, leaving you breathless and craving for more. Get ready to embark on a sensual journey that will awaken your senses and leave you yearning for the forbidden.

"Once upon a time..." "There was a young man named Fionn." "He was the king of the Hyperboreans, a civilization that thrived in the distant north of the world, where peace and harmony reigned beneath skies of eternal frost." "One day, during one of his habitual walks beyond the walls of his grand, crystalline castle, Fionn heard a peculiar sound—a sharp squealing that pierced the stillness of the white forest surrounding his domain." "Startled and alert, he gripped the hilt of his regal sword and followed the noise, his boots crunching softly over snow-dusted leaves. As he pushed through the pale foliage, the source of the sound revealed itself—a girl, cornered by a thur." "The creature was monstrous, towering over both the girl and Fionn himself. Its thick, gnarled skin was the color of ash, mottled with scars and patches of coarse, dark hair. A pair of jagged tusks jutted from its wide, snarling mouth, and its eyes glowed faintly, like embers in a dying fire. Long, sinewy arms ended in clawed hands that could snap trees like twigs, and its breath came out in ragged, steaming huffs, filling the air with a stench of decay." "The thur growled, advancing on the girl with a lumbering gait, its massive frame causing the ground to tremble faintly beneath its weight. Every instinct in Fionn's body screamed at him to flee, but he stood firm." "Drawing his sword in one fluid motion, the king lunged forward. With a single, decisive strike, he felled the monster, its roar silenced as it collapsed into the snow." "-Are you all right?- Fionn asked, his voice steady but gentle as he turned toward the girl." "But she didn't respond. She didn't even look at him." "Fionn frowned, puzzled by her silence. Perhaps she was too shaken by the attack to speak, he thought. Yet, something else caught his attention—something even more peculiar." "Her skin. It wasn't the pale, snowy white of the Hyperboreans. It was... pink. A soft, warm hue unlike anything he had ever seen." "-Ehm... I know this might sound a little inappropriate, but... where are you from? You don't look like anyone from here,- Fionn ventured cautiously, hoping for a reply. But still, she said nothing." "-Wait!- He suddenly realized, his eyes widening. -Could it be that you don't understand me?-" "If she didn't respond because she didn't know his language, then she couldn't be from Hyperborea—or even anywhere nearby. But where else could she be from? Beyond Hyperborea, there was only the vast, unending sea... wasn't there?" "-Could it be that she's from one of the other Nine Worl—- Fionn's thoughts were abruptly interrupted as the girl rose to her feet." "She stepped closer to him, her movements deliberate but strange, her expression unreadable. She—Oh!" ~Ronf~ ~Ronf~ ~Ronf~ "Looks like Artair is already asleep..." The mother lowered the book gently, a warm smile on her lips as she gazed at her son's peaceful face. "He must have played a lot today. I usually read him more of the story before he falls asleep..." Leaning over, she placed a soft kiss on his forehead. "Good night, my little Artair." With a quiet sigh, she tucked the blanket around him even more snugly than before, then rose from the bedside. Extinguishing the torch that lit his room, she left, closing the door behind her with care. In the dim stillness of the house, she paused, looking out through the small window at the darkened village. Her thoughts turned inward as she whispered to herself: "I hope, at least, that you'll be able to live a life free from war..."

Leon had always been an unlikely romantic. Beneath his imposing frame, tattooed arms, and reputation as a street fighter, he hid a secret: a love for romance novels. In a room cluttered with stuffed toys, bookshelves stacked with novels adorned with delicate covers, and a cozy pink pajama set with pandas, Leon was lost in another world. His rough exterior belied a softer side that very few people had ever glimpsed. For Leon, life was full of contradictions. Despite his soft-hearted nature, he had been caught up in the gritty life of a gangster since he was a teenager. It wasn’t something he had sought out, but trouble always seemed to find him. With a face that looked like it was sculpted for brawls, people tended to assume he was a delinquent. Rejected by peers who feared his intimidating looks, and drawn into a gang when no one else would accept him, Leon had played the role assigned to him, even if it wasn't the life he truly desired. Then, one night, during a gang war that should have been like any other—full of swinging fists, snarling threats, and rules about keeping it to fists and blades—a gunshot echoed. Leon felt a searing pain in his head. The world tilted, then everything went black.

Para que otros escritores puedan sacar ideas de esto o como un pequeño apoyo, si quieren escribir algo de fantasía centrada en los goblins. Por ahora solamente es información sobre goblins que compile de varias fuentes en internet, además de agregarle unas pocas ideas mías. Muchas Gracias por leer.

“He picked me back up against the wall, with the water running down both of our bodies, and I could feel the head of his dick…” Mature readers only!! This book is intended to be a compilation of different stories, therefore, every chapter has its own different character. enjoy reading a compilation of sensual stories mostly from the point of view of women in "whispers of Lust"

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it's a compilation of short stories that I have in my mind. They had been there since very long and now I finally tried to unleash them.

Dive right in to ease what your heart yearns for the most! A melody for every heart is merely a compilation of poetry.

"Prophecy"!, the old man snarled, "fools believe it, a pity even the self appointed wise sages believe the future is certain so long it has been foreseen" He laughed, a dry throaty laugh that seemed to vibrate from his very core. He paused for a while and rasped with an accompanied cough, spitting out a thick phlegm. He was truly old, an ancient to be exact but his death as foreseen thousands of years ago was a sham, a useless rambling of fools, ramblings people thought to be words of prophecy. He alone has the right to doubt the words of the prophet for he alone had lived and seen the desolate era.

A compilation of stories. Set anytime, anywhere.

A compilation of story's in a cruel fantasy world

In order to keep her father's beta status, Freya's stepmother forces her to marry Fenris, the Alpha King who has been in a coma for three years. Everyone in the pack is looking at her funny. Unexpectedly, Fenris wakes up unexpectedly shortly afterward. Upon awakening, Fenris goes on a rampage, snarling, "Even if you're pregnant with twins, you don't deserve to be my Luna, give birth and leave my pack!" Freya left the Shadowfang pack with their genius twins. A few years later, the genius twins looked at their father, "Back then, you said their mother wasn't worthy of being Luna?"

Compilation of my short stories written by me.