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Last of the Chosen

The grand doors of Edelweiss Swordschool creaked open, revealing a vast courtyard surrounded by towering spires and the impressive silhouette of the castle. Lein stood at the entrance, his eyes wide with a mix of anticipation and uncertainty. He adjusted the cloak around him, feeling the warmth of the earring given to him by his father's old swordmaster. As he stepped forward, a hand clapped down on his shoulder, causing him to turn. A fellow student, a girl of his age with fiery red hair and a mischievous glint in her eyes, grinned at him. "Hey there, new kid! You must be Lein, right?" she said with a playful tone. Lein gave a nod, managing a small smile. "Yes, that's me. Lein von Hrunting." "I'm Elara. Welcome to Edelweiss!" She gestured to the sprawling campus. "Come on, I'll show you around and help you get settled." As they strolled through the courtyard, Elara pointed out the training grounds, the library, and the various towers where students attended classes. Lein couldn't help but marvel at the sheer scale of the school. "So, why did you come here?" Elara asked, glancing at him. Lein hesitated for a moment before replying, "My father believes I might have a talent for being a Spellblade, like him. He arranged for me to study here." "Ah, a Spellblade! That's impressive. You'll be training with the best of the best," she said with a grin. "That being said, you'll be expected to beat them if that is truly your goal." They reached the entrance of the castle, and Elara opened the door for Lein. The interior was just as imposing as the exterior, with polished marble floors and towering pillars. As they walked through the corridors, Lein couldn't shake the feeling that all eyes were on him. Elara led him to a room with a wooden door bearing the emblem of Edelweiss. "This is your room," she announced, pushing the door open. Inside, Lein found a neatly arranged space with a comfortable bed, a small desk, and a window that offered a view of the surrounding mountains. His luggage was already placed by the bed. "Your stuff arrived earlier. We've got a few hours before the welcoming ceremony, so take your time settling in. If you need anything, I'll be around." Elara said, giving him a friendly wave before heading out. Alone in his new room, Lein took a deep breath. This was the beginning of a new chapter in his life. As he unpacked his belongings, he couldn't help but wonder what challenges and adventures awaited him at Edelweiss Swordschool. Little did he know, the journey ahead would test not only his skills but also the mysterious power that lay dormant within him. The cloak of anonymity provided by the earring would prove to be both a blessing and a curse in the days to come.
AllenWisse · 11.5K Views

The billionaire’s haunted house

… “One fifty.” I heard someone shout. “One sixty.” Another said immediately. “Two hundred.” “Five hundred thousand dollars.” “Five hundred thousand dollars, going once, going twice, sold.” Cesar announced and everybody clapped. “What was that?” Drego barked. “What?” I blinked, my smile slowly dissipating. “Why did you agree to stand up there? And looking like this for that matter.” I frowned. “Like what?” “Did you enjoy the fact that men were bidding on you like some prost—” My palms flew and landed on Drego’s face before I could understand what I was doing. “You don’t get to judge how I decide to look. Who the hell do you think you are to judge me? I did what I did for charity. You’re my boss, don’t cross any lines.” I turned around to leave. “Wait. Nichole I’m sorry.” He said more calmly. I looked at him again. “Because I told you that I was in love with you doesn’t make it okay for you to get involved in my personal life and decisions.” “It’s not like—” “Don’t worry. The day I quit was my first day getting over you. You don’t have to worry about that crazy talk. I’m over you. And I’ll leave your company the second you find my replacement and you won’t have to see me anymore.” “Nichole please listen—” “Drego, you’re up.” Reid came outside. His expression changed. It was no surprise. The tension between Drego and I was palpable. “Is everything okay?” Reid asked. “Yeah.” I replied. “We are done here.”
Giamini · 29.4K Views

Mated to the god Ares

“Tell me to stop.” Nyra’s back hit the cold stone wall, breath stolen as Ares loomed over her, shirt half-torn, his fingers already wrapped tight around her throat—not enough to choke, just enough to make her feel owned. “I won’t,” she whispered, voice wrecked with anticipation. In a flash, her legs were around his waist, and his mouth crashed into hers—tongue demanding, desperate, dangerous. His cock, thick and hard, rubbed against the soaked heat between her thighs, dragging through her slick folds with agonizing slowness. “So fucking wet for a god you claim to hate.” He didn’t wait for her sass. One brutal thrust and he was inside—stretching her, splitting her open like a blade through silk. She gasped, nails digging into his shoulders. “Fuck—” “That’s right,” he growled into her neck. “Say it. Scream it. I want Olympus to hear what they’ll never touch.” He fucked her like she was his battlefield. Each thrust was war—slamming into her with punishing rhythm, her body clapping against stone as her moans turned to cries. Her orgasm hit fast, violent, hips jerking, thighs trembling. But he didn’t stop. He flipped her over, bent her against the altar, ripped what little fabric remained. He growled as he slid back in—deeper this time, rougher, his hand in her hair, the other on her hip, dragging her back to meet every ruthless thrust. “You think the gods want you?” Smack—his palm landed across her ass. She yelped. “They can beg. But your pussy’s mine now.” She whimpered, melting under his touch, her second climax already building.
Ang3el_lic · 1K Views

Delilah's Inn: Mated To Death's Luna.

[Content Warning: This story contains several dark themes, including death and gore. Please read with caution.] The female lead may or may not display cruelty. (Proceed with caution if you choose to roast her.) _____________ The art of revenge is often a slow burn - calculated, patient and emotionally restrained. But what happens when vengeance strikes instantly? After being banished and dethroned as Luna by her pack Veronica Gordon is betrayed by her fiance' and is brutally murdered by him and his lover,her body shredded for organ trafficking on the eve of her wedding. Death should have been the end,but Veronica defies it, striking a deal for a second chance. Bound to the site of her deminse and granted the powers for her revenge, she transforms the place into Delilah's Inn,an establishment named after the infamous biblical seductress. Her mission is clear: lure and destroy cheating men and their accomplices. Centuries later, Delilah's Inn becomes a legend, immortalised in a mysterious novel with only 200 copies printed every five years. Adonis McCallum, a 24 year old university student and devoted fan of the tale, devours every edition. But his obsession takes a grim turn when he meets the same fate as Veronica - betrayed and murdered by his lover. Instead of passing on, Adonis is sent to the Inn by The Grim Reaper,who hopes to expedite his soul collection. Yet Adonis,with his innocence intact, proves immune to the Inn's seductive power. To escape and reclaim his life, he strikes an unlikely deal with the Grim Reaper: make Veronica fall in love with him - a woman whose heart has been dead for over a century cursed to feel nothing but cruelty. As Adonis navigates the sinister politics,lies and anguish entangled within Delilah's Inn, he must decide if his freedom is worth breaking through Veronica's icy facade - or if her revenge will claim him too. ______ TROPES: •— Werewolf. •—Dominant FL. •—Isekai x Transmigration. •—Dark Romance. •—Betrayal x Revenge. •—Slow Burn (some what) •—Horror?(I'll leave that you to decide) •—Boss × Employee relationship. •—Reverse Grumpy x Sunshine. •— Possessive x obsessive. •— Morally Grey FL. ______ Recommended Reading Theme: Dark. Recommended Reading Font: Lora Or Merriweather. _____ EXCERPT: I walked into the room, my chest still heaving as I stopped in front of her. She sat there, calm and unbothered, as though she hadn’t just spilled blood in the lobby like it was her second nature. Her crimson-polished nails clicked rhythmically against the smooth table. Her gaze was fixed on the open book in front of her—a book she hadn’t turned a single page of all morning. “I see you love standing, Adonis.” Her voice was calm, almost too calm. She didn’t bother looking up. “It was just a hug, Veronica,” I said through gritted teeth. “You shouldn’t have done that. Maya has served you loyally for years—” “Until she touched what is mine.” Her voice sliced through my words, sharp and absolute. I laughed bitterly, shaking my head. “What’s yours? What’s the point of being yours when you treat me like… like I’m nothing?” The book slammed shut with a deafening clap. She rose to her feet in one fluid motion, every step toward me deliberate, predatory. Her eyes met mine, cold and unrelenting. “No one touches you but me, Adonis. Good, bad, whatever label you want to slap on it—I don’t care.” My breath caught in my throat, but I forced myself to hold my ground. “That’s not love, Veronica.” She tilted her head, a cruel smile tugging at her lips. “Love?” She laughed, soft but sharp, the sound laced with mockery. “Don’t insult me.”
Eby_Namani · 11.7K Views

RECLAIMING YOUR LOST BITCOIN-RAPID DIGITAL RECOVERY ADVANCE STRATEGIES

The glow of RGB lights still haunts me. There I was, mid-stream, hyping up a Fortnite squad when an email pretending to be a sponsorship opportunity with the subject line "ENERGY DRINK COLLAB!!! *" appeared on my second monitor. I clicked. Big mistake. By the time my chat spammed "*SCAM ALERT" in neon caps, a trojan had already ghosted my Bitcoin wallet, $320,000 gone, poof, like a noob disconnecting mid-game. My facecam caught the exact moment my soul left my body: jaw open, headset tilted, background of anime posters judging me silently. The VOD blew up. Of course it did...Email: rapid digital recovery (@) execs. com Pandemonium erupted. Donation alerts became panic emojis. My mods DM'd links to "HOW TO FIX CRYPTO THEFT" amidst banning trolls. My wallet? A barren wasteland. My DMs? A cemetery of "*F"s and crypto-bros pitching recovery scams. Then, a lifeline—a chatter named *xX_CryptoNinja_69 typed, "RAPID DIGITAL RECOVERY. THEY CLAPPED A HACKER FOR MY DOGE ONCE." Desperate, I Googled them mid-stream, muting to scream into a pillow...Whatsapp: +1 4 14 80 71 4 85. Rapid Digital Recovery’s team responded like NPCs scripted for heroics. “Send us the malware file,” they said. “**And your wallet logs. We’ll handle the rest.” For 12 days, they reverse-engineered the trojan, dissecting its code like speed runners cracking a glitch. The virus, it turned out, was a knockoff ransomware dubbed “Crypto Krush” (its dev had left a “HACK THE PLANET!!” Easter egg in the code, cringe). Rapid Digital Recovery’s squad traced its path, resurrecting private keys from registry fragments and backup clouds I’d forgotten existed. The return stream was record-breaking. I rebooted my rig, wallet restored, and titled the stream "HOW I UNBRICKED $320K (AND MY CAREER)." Chatters donated Bitcoin out of solidarity, and schadenfreude. Even my rival streamer, DrL33tGamer, raided me with 10k viewers. Rapid Digital Recovery? They viewed anonymously and left a sub with the message: "GG EZ. These internet Gandalf's didn't just fix a hack—they authored the greatest plot twist in my online existence. Now, my new website, Stream Vault, runs on a server guarded like Fort Knox, and I vet sponsors like the CIA. That fake energy drink company? Its domain now points to a Rickroll....Telegram: h t t p s: // t. me /Rapiddigitalrecovery1 If your crypto gets pawned by a script kiddie, skip the rage quit. Ping Rapid Digital Recovery. They're the ultimate cheat code for catastrophe. Just maybe have a malware scanner in closer proximity than your energy drinks next time.
Mc_Cabe_Kim · 1.3K Views

Jujutsu Kaisen: Solo

Jujutsu Sorcerers & Choso vs. Pseudo-Geto & Uraume is a battle fought by Tokyo and Kyoto Jujutsu High affiliated sorcerers, Yuji Itadori, Noritoshi Kamo, Panda, Momo Nishimiya, Mai Zenin, Kasumi Miwa, & Atsuya Kusakabe, as well as the Cursed Womb: Death Painting, Choso. They face off against the curse users, Pseudo-Geto and Uraume in one final attempt to procure Prison Realm from their clutches in order to rescue Satoru Gojo. This battle occurs at the remains of the Shibuya Police Station at the very end of the Shibuya Incident. Geto announces that this is the world of the future and releases numerous cursed spirits to cover up his escape. Among the curses is Oizys, a curse he claims is worth at least 15 Sukuna fingers. Which he'll collect folding it in a shape of a ball. He shows Prison Realm to his enemies and bids farewell to Yuji, claiming to expect a lot from him in the future. The young man calls out Gojo sensei's name one last time and Geto addresses Sukuna directly. He tells the King of Curses that an era reflecting the Heian is coming, and the Golden Age of Jujutsu is returning. After exiting the battle field, Geto decides to test the special grade cursed spirit's on some hired sorcerers and non-sorcerers but all of them ends up dead. He releases Gojo from the prison realm to fully test the curse's capabilities. Can it backfire? Volume 1: SOLO Focuses on the fight between Gojo and Oizys. Volume 2: FLY Explores sorcery outside Japan, mentioned in volume 1 and in the original series.
Brolinit · 128.5K Views

The Unstoppable Assassinator

"I shot her bam!, Directly at the middle of the Heart.. i guess.. i am really.. cut out for this." *READ BEFORE READING NOVEL* Six years. Six years of relentless toil in the unforgiving landscape of American capitalism. Six years of sacrificing everything – sleep, leisure, even the simple joys of life – for the promise of a future, a future he envisioned sharing with his beloved wife in their cozy, modernized home in Korea. He had clawed his way to the top, becoming a successful CEO, amassing a fortune that would secure their comfort and happiness for years to come. He had envisioned a life of quiet contentment, a life filled with laughter, shared dreams, and the quiet intimacy of a loving marriage. The familiar scent of home – a comforting blend of freshly brewed coffee and the faint aroma of pinewood – greeted him as he stepped across the threshold of his house. It was a modern marvel, an architectural testament to his success – sleek lines, large windows that framed the lush green landscape, and an open-plan layout that exuded a sense of airy spaciousness. But the comforting familiarity was shattered by a sound emanating from the bedroom – a rhythmic clapping, punctuated by soft moans, a sound that pierced through the quiet contentment of his home like a shard of glass. The blood drained from his face. His heart, once filled with the joyous anticipation of reunion, now felt like a lead weight in his chest. He knew, with a sickening certainty, what he was about to witness. The carefully constructed edifice of his dreams, the future he had toiled so relentlessly to build, crumbled before his eyes. He pushed open the bedroom door, the scene that unfolded before him a brutal betrayal of his trust, a shattering of his hopes. His wife, the woman he had loved and cherished, was entangled with another man, their intimacy a stark contrast to the quiet devotion he had always offered her. The carefully crafted future he had envisioned, the life of quiet contentment he had worked so hard to create, lay in ruins. The shock and betrayal were so profound that they numbed him, leaving him in a state of profound emotional paralysis. The pain was a physical entity, a crushing weight that threatened to suffocate him. The plans, the dreams, the sacrifices – all rendered meaningless by this single act of infidelity. The world around him seemed to tilt on its axis, the familiar comfort of his home transformed into a cold, desolate landscape. In that moment of devastation, a profound shift occurred within him. The man who had once strived for success in the corporate world was gone, replaced by a cold, calculating individual. The future he had envisioned was shattered, and in its place emerged a new path, a path paved with shadows and secrets, a path that would lead him down a darker, more dangerous road. He left his home, his heart heavy with grief and betrayal, his mind already plotting a different future, a future where the tools of his trade would be far removed from the boardroom and far closer to the shadows. The once-successful CEO was gone, replaced by an assassin, his past a painful memory, his future a chilling unknown. ———————— The Book cover is created by Imagine AI {No friends dammit} The Writing is done by Kim San-woo [김산우] {Me obviously}
KimSanWoo · 5.7K Views
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