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Queen Bee Half Tokyo Ghoul

THE HALF-BLOOD CROWN

Aeliana’s body tensed, every instinct urging her to flee, but her legs refused to obey. The weight of Kaelion’s presence pressed down on her chest, as if the air itself bowed to his will. She clenched her fists, willing herself to stay upright, to meet his gaze with whatever scraps of courage she could muster. She wouldn’t let him see her fear. “Step forward,” Kaelion ordered, his tone smooth but unyielding. Her jaw tightened. The part of her that was human screamed to fight, to run, but there was a faint hum beneath her skin—a whisper of something else. Something fae. It stirred like a forgotten memory, pulling her feet forward against her will. She stopped only a breath away from him, her chin tilted defiantly despite the trembling in her limbs. Up close, the king was even more overwhelming. His features were carved in sharp, perfect lines, his mismatched eyes glinting with an intelligence that saw too much. He wasn’t just cruel; he was calculating. A predator who enjoyed the chase as much as the kill. “What are you?” Kaelion asked, his voice soft but dangerous. He reached out, his claw-tipped fingers brushing the edge of her hood. She flinched, and his lips twitched—a hint of amusement at her reaction. “I’m no one,” she bit out, her voice steadier than she felt. “Just a thief.” “A thief?” he echoed, his fingers catching the edge of the hood. With a single motion, he pushed it back, exposing her face to the moonlight. The murmurs of the onlookers grew louder, their perfect features twisting with disdain. Kaelion’s eyes narrowed, his gaze raking over her. “No one, indeed.” He took a step closer, his presence enveloping her like a dark tide. “And yet… there’s something about you. Something familiar.” Aeliana’s heart pounded as his hand moved, fingers brushing the curve of her jaw. His touch was light, but it burned like fire, sending a shiver down her spine. “I should kill you for your insolence,” Kaelion said, his voice dropping to a dangerous whisper. “But there’s a… curiosity to you. A defiance I rarely see.” His lips curled into a smirk that didn’t reach his eyes. “I think I’ll keep you instead.” “Keep me?” Her voice cracked as anger flared, momentarily overriding her fear. “I’m not some pet to be claimed.” Kaelion’s smirk vanished, replaced by a cold, imperious glare. “You misunderstand, little thief. I’m not offering you a choice.” Aeliana’s stomach twisted as he raised his hand, his fingers glowing faintly with dark energy. Before she could react, a pulse of power shot through her, wrapping around her wrists like invisible chains. She stumbled, her knees buckling, but the magic held her upright. “You’ve entered my city, stolen from my people, and dared to defy me,” Kaelion said, his voice echoing with authority. “Your punishment will serve as a lesson to all who think they can do the same.” “And what punishment is that?” she spat, struggling against the bonds. Kaelion leaned in, his face inches from hers. “You’ll serve me,” he said, his voice a low, menacing growl. “Body and soul. Until I decide you’ve earned your freedom.” The crowd gasped, their whispers growing louder as the king straightened. Aeliana’s blood ran cold as she realized the full weight of his words. This wasn’t just about punishment—it was about control. And she was at the mercy of a man who had none. “Take her to the palace,” Kaelion commanded, his eyes never leaving hers. “I’ll decide what to do with her later.” The soldiers moved to obey, and Aeliana felt herself being pulled away, her body still bound by the king’s magic. As they dragged her through the streets, the crowd parted, their beautiful faces filled with a mix of fear and contempt. She clenched her fists, her mind racing. She couldn’t let this be the end. She wouldn’t let herself be another victim of Kaelion’s tyranny. Somewhere deep inside her, the faint hum of power stirred again, stronger this time.
KENNYWROTEIT · 3K Views

Half me and half...

"Get your hands off me!" she wrestled against my grip, so I held her even tighter. "Put this on!" I groaned, toiling to keep her in place and wishing again I’d worn the damn gloves. The feel of her warm skin under my arm and palm wasn’t helping my focus. "I'm not taking you home like this!" "You don't tell me what to do!" she snapped, thrashing to break free of my hold as I fumbled with the cloak in my other hand, trying to drape it over her bare shoulders. "I'm not going home! Let me go, I said!" "Did you really think I got you out of there just to let you wander the streets, almost naked, like a lunatic?" That stopped her. "What did you call me?!" "LU-NA-TIC." "You... You…! Take your hands off me, you insolent brute!" Enraged, she yanked her arm too abruptly and lost her balance. I caught her, wrapped her in the cloak, and threw her over my shoulder. "PUT ME DOWN!" She shrieked and flailed, but I ignored her, making my way to the Commander’s house, which, thanks to Braa, was only two streets away. Since the entire population was in the square for the ridiculous festival, no one intervened at the frantic cries of the wild creature. No wonder in the ten years I've known the Commander, I've never heard that he has a daughter. She must’ve been kept locked away. Strangely, she suddenly went still and quiet. Had she grown tired, worried about attracting attention, or finally realized how inappropriate it was to show up at her parents' doorstep in this state? She didn’t seem to care before. With every step, my anxiety grew—she was limp. "Hey!" No answer. Seriously?! "Hey, you!" Nothing. A bad feeling crept over me, so I pulled her off my shoulder and into my arms. Her head fell against my chest—unconscious. "Hey! Hey, you!" I shook her, but she didn’t react. Panic surged through me. Had she fainted? Had I held her too tight? Lifting her more securely, I sprinted toward the Commander's house.
Inemin · 114.1K Views

The Queen of Fyre

In the realm of Fyre Land, Princess Ignis grapples with a legacy overshadowed by her lack of elemental power, a vital attribute in her magical kingdom. Her father, King Pyrrhus, a formidable ruler fueled by flames, has long belittled her for this deficiency, subjecting her to mistreatment and neglect. Despite her hardships, Ignis harbors a fierce determination to alter her destiny. Her salvation appears in the form of Adrian, the enigmatic ruler of Aqua Land, where water reigns supreme. Ignis learns of Adrian's unparalleled power and envisions a path to reclaim her sovereignty. She confronts Adrian, presenting her proposal with a mixture of determination and vulnerability. She seeks not only his hand in marriage but also his alliance, aiming to wield his elemental prowess to ascend the throne of Fyre Land as its rightful queen. As Ignis and Adrian navigate the complexities of politics and power, they forge an unexpected bond, transcending their initial motives. Both must confront betrayals, intrigue, and the specter of war as they strive to unite their realms and defy the constraints of fate. Can Ignis reconcile her desire for power with her longing for love, or will she sacrifice one for the other? Who will emerge victorious and at what cost? "The Queen of Fyre" is a captivating tale of courage, ambition, and the enduring quest for self-determination. Against a backdrop of elemental magic and political intrigue, Princess Ignis and King Adrian navigate a perilous journey towards love and empowerment, igniting flames of change that will forever alter the fate of their kingdoms.
Ananya_A_ · 19K Views

Phoenix's fated half

Because of her ancestors, Mi Rong’s lineage has been cursed. She was born a princess, but neither was she saved from it. Like a ripple effect, her family line must atone for their actions. On every 100th full moon, a candidate is chosen to finish a mission. Being the chosen one, Mi Rong must finish her task sent by the heavens. She was sent to modern time with a sidekick wolf that had many hidden secrets beneath his paws. He was one of a kind, a spiritual beast from way before Mi Rong was born. As Mi Rong works her way in this modern world, she crosses path with a cold-hearted young man, Feng Jun Kai. Jun Kai was once a well-known superstar but abruptly retired when he had lost his wife in an accident, leaving his heart shut away from others. What was thought to be an accident turned out to be an intentional act by someone behind the scenes. Henceforth, he seeks for the culprit that lurks in the darkness. He returns back to his family business roots where he returns as the infamous young master Feng. Mi Rong’s only clue to her mission was to find a spellbook. While searching she establishes a company, the Xuan Group, selling ancient goods which later becomes one of the most influential underdogs in the business world. The group became known to the world, but very little was known of them, especially the mysterious leader of the pack. As Jun Kai seeks for his answers and Mi Rong goes through her trial in the open, an undercurrent stirs roughly beneath them. Although two with different goals, both collide in the same paths as the string of fate leads them to meet. Entering his cold rigid heart was as dimmed as the dark side of the moon, but an ending to the twisted connection had to be made. In the end, what was to come all fell on her choices... ... Jun Kai did not let her run away from him any longer and forcefully pulled her in. His hands then quickly pulled the mask away from her face. Mi Rong was not ready for Jun Kai's sudden move and was unable to stop him. The black cloth that was wrapped around as her mask was pulled off, revealing her face beneath it. The cloth flew away along with the wind. Jun Kai's eyes widened. It was a blow to Jun Kai. He was taken aback with shock. Different kinds of emotion were rushing inside him. It was stirring up all at once like a hurricane. No words could describe how he was feeling. His hand slowly reached out to the face he had known all along, "Why?" Jun Kai's voice began choking up and could speak no more. It was her all along?
cha_cha · 1.6M Views

Apocronos: "Sombras en Neo-Tokyo"

En las calles polvorientas y envueltas en la penumbra de Neo-Tokyo, donde la luz del sol apenas lograba filtrarse entre los escombros y los edificios en ruinas, un silencio inquietante se cernía sobre la ciudad. En este mundo post-apocalíptico, donde la supervivencia era un arte y el poder lo determinaba todo, se erguía un hombre singular, enmascarado y envuelto en sombras. Kaito Yukimura, conocido en los bajos fondos como el "Sombra del Desierto", caminaba con paso firme entre los callejones oscuros, su máscara de gas moderna ocultando su rostro y su saco blanco con negro ondeando detrás de él como un estandarte de misterio y elegancia en un mundo desolado. Su reputación precedía su presencia, sus movimientos eran silenciosos pero letales, y su presencia era un recordatorio constante de que, en este mundo de caos y desesperación, había aquellos que aún mantenían el control en las sombras. En esta noche particularmente oscura, Kaito se encontraba en una misión secreta, persiguiendo un rumor que flotaba en los susurros de los callejones. Un rumor de un artefacto perdido, un tesoro oculto en las profundidades de la ciudad, que prometía poder y riqueza para aquellos lo suficientemente valientes o desesperados como para buscarlo. Y así, con su destino entrelazado con los oscuros hilos de Neo-Tokyo, Kaito se adentró en las sombras una vez más, listo para enfrentar los peligros que acechaban en cada esquina y descubrir los secretos ocultos en los rincones más oscuros de la ciudad.
Dasque · 11K Views

A tale from Tokyo to Kyoto <<1>>

Die Geschichte folgt Akiro, einem 16-jährigen Jungen aus einem abgeschiedenen Dorf, das von Legenden und Relikten eines alten Krieges geprägt ist. Das Dorf verehrt die mystische Gottheit Tokyo, obwohl viele jüngere Bewohner diese nur als Mythos ansehen. Akiro ist von einer tiefen Verbindung zur Natur geprägt und lebt nach strengen Prinzipien von Harmonie und Respekt gegenüber allem Leben. Eines Tages besucht er den alten Tempel Tokyos, wo er seltsame Visionen hat. Ein Gespräch mit dem Geschichtenerzähler Argon über die Helden vergangener Tage enthüllt, dass Opfer und alte Rituale eine zentrale Rolle in der Vergangenheit spielten. Akiro beginnt, diese Mysterien zu hinterfragen, während er gleichzeitig Hiori Sora begegnet, einem geheimnisvollen Fremden, der scheinbar eine Verbindung zu den Legenden des Dorfes hat. Während Akiro mehr über die alten Geschichten und seine eigene Rolle erfährt, zeigt sich, dass er eine tiefere Verbindung zur Vergangenheit hat. Durch Visionen und Begegnungen mit der Gottheit Tokyo wird er mit dem Schicksal der früheren Helden konfrontiert. Das Schicksal von Akiro scheint eng mit dem Kampf gegen eine uralte Dunkelheit verbunden zu sein, die das Dorf bedroht. Die Geschichte verbindet Elemente von Mythologie, persönlichem Wachstum und der Suche nach der eigenen Identität. Sie spielt in einer Welt, die reich an spirituellen und kulturellen Symbolen ist, und untersucht, wie alte Legenden das Leben der Menschen prägen können.
Kyototsukishiro · 908 Views

Queen Of Queens

Sally, a woman whose kindness knew no bounds, had met a tragic end. Helping an elderly woman cross the street, she was struck by a car, her face left a horrifying, unrecognizable mess. The accident stole more than just her beauty; it cost her her job, her loving boyfriend, and even the family of her aunt, who had previously embraced her as their own, cast her aside. Desperate to rebuild her life, she tried to find work, hiding her disfigured face, but her attempts were met with cruelty. Instead of compassion, she faced relentless criticism, brutal street beatings, and even stones thrown at her by those who saw her as monstrous. Alone and broken, she succumbed to the cold, harsh reality of her existence, dying a lonely death in the bitter winter. But death was not the end. She was transmigrated and occupied someone's body into a world called Myr, a land of magic and wonder. And with her, came an unexpected companion: Queen of Queens, a game she had played in her past life, a game now interwoven with her new reality. This game, a matriarchal world ruled by women, offered her a second chance, a path to redemption. By completing missions, gathering resources – especially the precious gold – she could recruit workers, troops, and powerful heroes, building her own kingdom, forging her own destiny, and escaping the harsh judgment she faced in her previous life. This time, she wouldn't be defined by her appearance, but by her strength, her resilience, and the kingdom she would build.
DayDreamer08 · 1K Views
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