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Killua Footsteps

Space Age of the Forsaken

In the twenty-third century, the footsteps of mankind have already set foot in every corner of the solar system. When I lightly touch the intelligent terminal in my hand, the screen immediately shows a spectacular picture: countless space ships are shuttling between the stars, and human settlements have been established even on the distant planet Pluto. Outsiders claim that the environmental crisis on Earth has been completely solved, the energy problem is no longer a nuisance, the power of science and technology has made natural disasters a thing of the past, and even diseases have become a thing of the past. However, when the screen went out, the coldness of reality hit me instantly. I found myself lying in a small room, surrounded by a depressing atmosphere. The world outside may be glittering, but I was competing with more than 2,000 people for a minuscule job. My neighbor, an old man in his fifties, had waited since his youth for the opportunity to become a local doctor, and now, despite having waited for thirty years, he still had to face a competitive line of hundreds of people. In these seemingly good times, half of the population is marginalized, unable to escape unemployment for the rest of their lives, barely surviving on the minimum subsistence provided by the government. These people, in the face of the grand human dream, seem to have become irrelevant, and I have become one of them. As someone who has traveled from the past, I have witnessed all these changes. Was what I had gained the marvelous space stations, the ships traveling between the stars, and the colonies that had been established in outer space, or was it the perfect life that was flaunted in the media by the elite who had been genetically modified since birth? However, when a sudden threat of extraterrestrial life came upon us, I was plunged into deep thought. In front of the vastness and mystery of this universe, the struggles and efforts of human beings seem so small. In the depths of such a universe, faced with the fear of the unknown, which way of life is more frightening? Is it to be forgotten by society and spend one's life in poverty, or to face the endless darkness and death of the universe on the journey of exploring the unknown? The answer to this question can perhaps only be found when truly standing at the crossroads of destiny.
ritian_zhao · 428 Views

The Runic Alchemist

Ben, a postgraduate chemistry student, envisions a future where science unlocks the secrets of the universe. But fate has other plans. In a sudden twist, Ben dies and awakens in a strange new world, reborn as a five-year-old boy named Damian Sunblade. Damian's joy at being part of a noble family is short-lived. His family, valuing gold over blood, sells him off to another noble house to be groomed as a homemaker husband, a mere pawn in their political games. Struggling with his new reality and the remnants of his past life’s knowledge, Damian refuses to succumb to his fate. In his new household, Damian discovers that this world is governed by magic circles, Runic symbols wielding immense power. Driven by his scientific curiosity, Damian begins to experiment. Applying the laws of physics to the Rune symbols, he deciphers their secrets and invents his own unique form of magic. However, The family that bought him has their own plans for him, seeing Damian as a valuable tool to enhance their power. But Damian, ever the independent spirit, has dreams beyond servitude. He longs for freedom, a place to call his own—a life where he can use his talents without restraint. And so Damian devises a daring plan to escape. His journey is fraught with danger and intrigue, as he navigates a world filled with mystical creatures, powerful adversaries, and ancient secrets. Along the way, he forges alliances and battles enemies, all while refining his magical and scientific skills. In "The Runic Alchemist," follow Damian Sunblade’s epic quest for independence and self-discovery. Witness his transformation from a forsaken child to a formidable Alchemist, determined to carve out an extraordinary future for himself in a world teeming with infinite possibilities. ***** Author Note : Hello! GlaringError here! As I have already mentioned in my author review I am restating it here since I am getting tons of comments about it, that I am more of a reader myself than a writer, I made this novel in an attempt to capture my fantasy world residing in my mind into words.. Writing is new for me.. The premise of my novel is inspired by many great works that I have loved over the years. And some elements I have in my novel that are slightly similar to them but it's just the skeleton of it, the real meat of the plot is entirely my own cooking. Some of the influence that is more noticeable is from The Runesmith (By Kuropon), The King's Avatar (By Butterfly Blue) and Shadow Slave (By Guiltythree). I have immense respect for these legends and I can only hope to follow in their footsteps. To all those who comment just by judging the name, at least give it a chance before letting your opinions known. Thank you.
GlaringError · 1.2M Views

"Reborn as a Villainess

Title Original: Reborn as a Villainess Synonyms: Reincarnated as the Antagonist A Second Life as the Villainess Living Again as the Villain The Villainess’s Redemption A New Chance as the Infamous Lady. Summary with Synonyms Original: Amelia Jones wakes up as the infamous villainess, Lady Seraphina Ashbourne, in a fantasy novel she once read. Destined for exile and disgrace due to her wicked actions, Amelia must rewrite the story to survive. With her cold fiancé, Duke Cedric Thornwell, watching her every move and hidden truths unraveling, can Amelia carve a new path and redeem herself? ------ Amelia Jones finds herself reincarnated as the notorious antagonist, Lady Seraphina Ashbourne, within the pages of a fictional romance. Fated for ruin and public humiliation due to her villainous schemes, Amelia resolves to alter her destiny. With her distant betrothed, Duke Cedric Thornwell, scrutinizing her actions and long-buried secrets emerging, will Amelia defy fate and redeem her role in this tale? Original: Amelia’s steps echoed in the grand hallway as she approached the drawing room. Her heart raced with every step, but she kept her head high. The massive double doors opened to reveal Duke Cedric Thornwell, standing by the fireplace, his piercing gray eyes locking onto hers. ------ Amelia’s footsteps resounded through the majestic corridor as she neared the sitting room. Her pulse quickened with every stride, yet she held herself upright. The towering double doors swung open, unveiling Duke Cedric Thornwell. He stood near the hearth, his intense silver gaze fixed on her.
Lovleen9 · 2K Views

Marked by the lord of darkness

Plagued by the same dream every night Hazel refused to fall asleep but just like always her eyelids grew heavy and she succumbed to sleep. She somewhat found herself in the same dream again but this time around the interior of the room looked more lavished than her room. She held her breath when she heard footsteps but the sound faded right after door. She clenched her dress out of anxiousness as she awaited the man who has been visiting her in her dreams. A cold wind passed in the room as it snuffed out the only source of light and a shiver ran down her spine . She was determined to know who this man actually was and so held her ground even though she was scared . She felt a hand grab her waist and she tilted her head to look at his face . As if on cue lightning striked revealing an impeccably handsome face which she had never met before , what caught her eyes the most were his red eyes ' a vampire !' she thought frozen. Never had she ever imagined the person to be a vampire. She tried pulling herself out of his embrace but his grip prevented her . "You're mine" he whispered and she felt goosebumps on her skin before she could comprehend what was happening he dipped his head in her neck , marking her as his forever. Hazel was the youngest daughter of the renowned duke Donovan Wiltchiz, she was not only overshadowed by her elder sister but was barely noticeable in society because her parents would let her sister have all the attention. Due to this she recoiled into the shadows of her sister and fell in love with the gardener's son almost forgetting about the outside world until the night of hallow when the lord of the land , the lord of darkness Sylvester Reigns claims her as his when they haven't even met before
Reese_Nova · 2.1K Views

Billionaire Mafia's Manny

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.
Rosegold_n · 117.7K Views

The Enforcer's Heart

A girl had been locked away in a basement, her condition dire. Her wrists were tied with ropes, and her face reflected fear and exhaustion. Four men stood in the room, mocking her pain with twisted enjoyment. One of them laughed and said, “Don’t bother trying to escape, it’s impossible for you to get out of here.” Another added, “Let’s go outside for a smoke, leave her here to rot. We’ll be back in a while.” Laughing, the four men left the basement, shutting the door behind them. The girl quickly composed herself, determined to free herself from the ropes. After several moments of struggle, she finally loosened the bonds. Her hands and legs were badly bruised, but she ignored the pain and pushed forward. She slipped out of the basement and ran into the dark alley. Her torn gown fluttered in the cold night air, and her loose hair flew wildly behind her as she sprinted, her breath coming in sharp gasps. Despite the pain and fatigue, she didn’t stop. Silence surrounded her, except for the sound of her footsteps echoing in the night. Her body ached, but she kept going, her steps growing more desperate with every passing second. Eventually, she found herself at the edge of a dense forest. Through her blurred vision, she saw a river flowing ahead. There was a faint glimmer of hope in her eyes as she stumbled towards it. Kneeling by the water, she tried to drink, her hands shaking. But before she could take more than a few sips, her strength gave out, and she collapsed unconscious by the riverbank. Outside Mumbai – Edge of the Forest On the edge of this forest stood a grand cottage, owned by Abir Rajvansh. Abir Rajvansh – 30 years old, standing 6 feet 2 inches tall, with sharp features, a wheatish complexion, and a dark, commanding aura. On the surface, Abir appeared as a successful businessman, but deep down, his life was a storm of secrets. Cold and ruthless, Abir viewed the world as nothing more than a game to be played. His eyes always reflected a hidden hatred and anger, emotions he had buried deep within. The Personality of Abir Rajvansh Abir’s calm exterior hid a mind constantly at war. His past cast long shadows over his soul, making him indifferent to the emotions of others. To him, people were mere pawns, and those who dared to challenge him often found their lives reduced to ashes. He had never tasted defeat and knew how to erase his enemies in silence, leaving no trace behind. Abir had come to his cottage with a group of friends to celebrate his birthday. But their celebration was interrupted when one of his friends, who had gone near the river, discovered the unconscious girl lying there. Abir was informed immediately. He raised an eyebrow in surprise and said, “A girl? Out here, in this wilderness?” Questions filled his mind, but he knew something unusual was at play. When Abir saw the girl lying there, her lifeless face and disheveled state, he couldn’t take his eyes off her for a moment. There was a strange restlessness in his gaze that he didn’t quite understand. Without hesitation, he ordered his men to carry her inside the cottage. Now, the question loomed—who was this girl, and how had she ended up here? Abir was eager to uncover the truth, but something else stirred in his heart—an unfamiliar emotion that he couldn’t quite place.
Mister_Evriya · 13.4K Views

Little Light Lord [BL]

Gods rule over the fundamental creations of life. Lords watch and rule over these Gods’ creations. Phos, the Lord of Light, found himself cornered by a sharpshooter in the dead of the night. This unlikely encounter led to destiny. — The marksman needed to kill a kind, beautiful man. From the photos, his target had crystalline orange eyes and glowing silver hair that cascaded down to the floor in waves. But, as with everything, the real man looked far more lucent and stunning. Like a soft light, like the first glimmer on the ocean’s surface as the Sun arose. Before he could raise his sniper’s rifle to extinguish this ray of light, however, the beautiful target pulled out a pistol and shot him straight in the abdomen. “I hope you don’t die. Good day.” With that, he swiftly turned and left, disappearing into the darkness, his long hair bouncing to his every crisp footstep. Leaving behind the confused marksman, who, dazed, clutched his new wound and slumped to the floor. Later on, the marksman managed to act stupid enough to gain his target’s trust. Showing his true colours, he toyed with a lock of his former victim’s hair, which was as silky and soft as he imagined. He held it to his lips, raised a corner of his black turtleneck to show the bulletwound on his abdomen, and whispered in a deep voice: “This wound, how will you repay it?” The original target, who shined like a dim candlelight under the rays of the moon, stretched up his bound arms to the hitman, brought a gentle hand to his skin, covered the wound… and with an unapologetic, professional business smile, he replied: “I’m sorry, are you really sure you have a scar there? How come I don’t see anything?” The marksman: … It’s because you’re covering it. The man he originally had to kill, who wore white silk pyjamas and a flame-like orange scarf every day and who looked like he could fall over with a slight push from the wind, was actually very resistant—and really, really pissed him off. Cover Art: nonsang_08 Upload Schedule: Every 3 days
E_S_Sonnomett · 14.6K Views

The Forbidden Door is all destiny

Anti-horror psychological test 1. Why do you like to read scary books, because - A. stimulation. B. boldness 2. Alone in the house at night, with a small light on, you suddenly realize that the shadow projected on the wall is no longer your own, what will you do - A. make a face at the shadow. B. turn off the light 3.If you live in the top floor, suddenly in the middle of the night to hear footsteps coming from the ceiling, you  will - A.Go upstairs to see. B.Blindfold your ears 4. 12 midnight after watching “The Midnight Murderer”, your phone ringing suddenly, pick up the microphone, no one said, put it down, and then ringing, then you will -- A. to the handset is the color of the stern voice reprimanded. B. to the phone line unplugged. 5. late at night home alone, the moon dark and windy days cold, walking in the quiet alleys, suddenly a pair of claws on your shoulders, how do you do - A. Look back. B. Cry out for help. 6.Sweeping the graveyard, but lost in the cemetery, you will choose to--A.Camp overnight in the cemetery, as a camping. B.Call the cell phone for help. 7.If you dream of the same person every night, you would--A.Publish an advertisement in the newspaper to look for the person. b.Get counseling from a psychiatrist 8.You rented a set of old public housing, moved in, you realize that this is basically uninhabited, every night dead silence, legend has it that the house often wanders around a ghost, half of the night, you will hear strange flute drifting. You will choose - A. to insist on living. B. to find another place to live. 9.After reading this book, if you are afraid to sleep alone at night, what should you do--A.Wait for the author's next book.B.Read the book again. 10.What is your attitude towards this kind of test--A.Play with the process.B.Get a result. If you choose more than A, that you are a brave person, Yang Qi standard, congratulations, you can read; if you choose more than B, that you are a cowardly person, Yin Qi over the standard, then you have more need to read through.
Liam_Explorer · 851 Views

"Beneath the Ashes: A Slut’s Tale of Survival"

On Earth, she was many things, but the world knew her as a survivor—the kind willing to do whatever it took to make it through another day. In a destroyed, monster-filled wasteland, her weapon was seduction, her looks the only shield she had against death. Let them call her a slut; at least she was alive. But death never came. Instead, she finds herself in Jeper, a strange, seductive world ruled by powerful alien beings. And among them stands Caelum, an enigmatic, infuriatingly confident alien leader with a presence she can’t ignore. His dark gaze sees through her games, his every word a challenge, and for the first time, she finds herself unarmed in ways she can’t control. Now, with survival at stake and no way back to Earth, she must navigate Jeper’s dangers—and resist Caelum, even if everything in her longs to fall into his grasp. ************ She hadn’t planned on running into Caelum tonight—not here, not like this, with her heart pounding and her carefully practiced confidence crumbling under his gaze. The cold stone corridor felt smaller as he approached, his footsteps barely making a sound, yet the weight of his presence pressed down on her, making it impossible to focus on anything else. “You seem… lost,” he murmured, a wicked smile ghosting over his lips as he closed the distance between them. His voice was a rich, silken drawl, his tone unreadable, like he knew every thought swirling in her head. She fought the urge to step back, to shield herself from the effect he had on her. Caelum wasn’t just another alien ruler to charm her way past—he was dangerously perceptive, with an intensity that twisted her stomach in ways she wasn’t used to. “What makes you think I’m lost?” she replied, trying for defiance. But he just leaned in, the faintest hint of a smirk tugging at his lips as he tilted his head. “Because the woman I’ve heard about, the one who survived Earth’s ruins by any means necessary… she doesn’t look away.” His gaze slid down her face, lingering just enough to make her throat go dry. "And she wouldn’t let a place like Jeper scare her.” She forced herself to meet his eyes, to ignore the steady pulse of heat building between them. She was supposed to be in control; that was how she’d survived. But Caelum was close enough that his breath brushed her cheek, and the way he looked at her made her wonder if maybe, just maybe, there were parts of her she hadn’t yet discovered. “Maybe Jeper’s different,” she whispered, trying to keep the trembling out of her voice. Caelum leaned in even closer, his lips brushing the shell of her ear as he murmured, “Then show me what makes you strong enough to survive it ******** This is not my cover I found it on Pinterest
S_Wolfe · 6.7K Views

The Male Lead is Obsessed with Me (Book 2)

WARNING: Mature Content. Winner of WPC #197 (Silver) The handmaiden's hurried footsteps can be heard in the hallway, followed by a loud slamming of the door. When we were finally left alone, Rin's calm voice can be heard, "I don't like that maid of yours, I will have to get you a new one within the week." I nodded, by this time I am used to having my handmaidens changed. He took the comb and started combing my hair, his dark eyes looking straight into my eyes, the sheer perfection of his face in contrast to my ever-plain-looking face. I looked away, I can't bear looking at it, it reminds me of the book that I'm in and how this is not a fairytale. He held me by the shoulders and asked in a cold voice, "Why do you look away? Is the idea of us still so intolerable for you?" I don't know how to answer him so I just nodded and bit my lower lip. He carried me to bed as he kissed my hair. Then, he laid me on the bed, his eyes boring through mine. "I hate that you are afraid of me, and that the idea of us is unacceptable to you. But right now, the only thing making you stay with me is fear of what I'd do if I lose you, I have no choice but to hold onto it. Forgive me Maru, I have no choice but to cherish the fear I have inflicted on you." He disrobed me, his calloused hands rough against my skin, feeling, touching, and leaving warmth where it landed. I winced every time his fingers land on a bruise, or on some of the fresh marks he placed there last night. "Do you want this?" he asked me as his fingers curled against my breasts, pinching one taut nipple after the other. I nodded, unable to deny under his skeptical gaze, I moaned in pleasure when his lips replaced his touch. His tongue licked on a pinkish bud and then sucked so very gently. "Tell me, any time you want me to stop, Maru. One word, that is all I need," he whispered and I blushed as I was reminded that I never stopped his assaults. I was powerless against my own needs, in the modern human world, it seems I am a submissive. And right here taking me in for another torturous night, is my dominant. I am married to Rin Saito, the most powerful monarch this world has ever seen, and I... I think I may have found my master in him. "Raise your hands for me, raise them above your head, and clasp them together," he whispered, his mouth barely an inch from my ear. I obliged, my body trembling from desire and fear combined, anticipating his next orders and feeling my body give in to his control. He took a silky rope he has been keeping on the drawers of the bedside table, and smiling, bounded up my wrists. "Tighter?" his sadistic smile made him a bit more benevolent in my eyes. I trembled from excitement as I nodded my head. He tightened my bind and leveled his head with mine, then he dipped his head, claiming my lips as I squirm helplessly against him. He opened my lips and slid his tongue inside my throat, my own saliva dripping down my neck. "Beautiful, my beautiful Maru," I heard him whisper as his hands continued to travel down, stroking and sliding gently down my skin until it reached my undergarments. "You shouldn't even bother with this, you know of my appetite. I told you not to wear them at night, my love, do you really want to be punished that badly?" I moaned, his lips curving in a proud smile. "I like it when you lose yourself in shameless pleasure. I like it when I can sully the princess and turn her into my queen," he claimed my lips more possessively.
Mary_Algen_Guiang1 · 305.5K Views

Lasting Regret

This is the story of a woman and her thirst for power and control. The way to show how evil she can be and how she realized everything she believed was nothing but a play of a bad fate. After everything she's done. After everything she's lost. She's angry and mourning, two deathly combination that sure to have an epic ending. And now she's back with a brand new story to write. How will she decide to run her second chance at life? *** "Why are you doing this?" his questions always straight to the point, but I don't have to answer in the same manner. He shouldn't know the reason why I'm doing this, not yet. "What do you mean?", I ask back with a tint of boredom. I have to hide well. "We could be happy together. You know I only have my eyes on you." I know, I wanted to say that to him. But this is not the same world I used to and I'm not the same old me. At the very least, I have to do this to repay all the things you've done for me. "You have no idea what you're saying, Cameron. Please give me some time to think." I turn my back to him, to the crown prince of the Loudrean Empire. "What's all this nonsense you've spouting since earlier? Give me explanation, Nina. What is going on?" his soft tone mixed with worries really tug at my heart but I know I couldn't delay this any longer. This is the best solution for him. Even if he doesn't think the same, I would still continue with this plan. I will destroy all of them. I will avenge your death along with my death. And I cannot do that while I'm standing beside you. I cannot ruin your second life as well. This is all on me. "Canina Rosemary, I demand you to look at me and answer me!" His sudden command jerk me back to reality. I look at him with a newfound thought that maybe, he's changed as well. Could it be? No, that could not be. I'm the only one that could remember our past life. Maybe the change of my decision would be the cause of his change? I lower my head with my hand on my chest and speak with utmost regret as I can, "Your highness, please forgive this humble subject, for I cannot give you the answer you're looking for. I will be happy to receive the suitable punishment for my inability to give you the right answer." Silence followed the answer I gave him, that I started to wonder if he's still standing in the same room. Light footsteps followed by his hand caught on my peripheral sight and I dare to look up to see what he's about to do. He cupped my face softly with his hands and I could only stare at him, speechless. Sky blue eyes staring back at me, and I could see what they're trying to convey through. No, please don't say it to me now. Please, do not do this. As if he understood what I was trying to say through my pleading eyes, he just smiled sadly and say what I'd dreadful to hear the most. "I love you, Nina. I'd hate to see the one I love lower their head in front of me. Please do not do that, ever." *** Hi everyone. This is my first attempt at historical story with an empire as a background. Hope you guys enjoy and please don't forget to comment and vote.
nocommonsense13 · 1.5K Views

The Ionia Warriors Path

In the ancient city of Ionia, where tradition and progress coexist harmoniously, 17-year-old Hana Tachibana dreams of following in her late mother's footsteps as a revered warrior. Trained in the way of the sword from a young age, Hana's determination and skill set her apart from her peers. The annual Warrior's Rite, an ancient tradition designed to select the city's protectors, offers Hana the opportunity to prove herself worthy of her mother's legacy. On the day of the Warrior's Rite, Hana faces a series of challenges that test her precision, endurance, and combat skills. With each obstacle, she demonstrates her remarkable abilities and earns the respect of the city's leaders and fellow competitors. Her unwavering focus and courage carry her through to the final combat test, where she triumphs and is officially recognized as a warrior of Ionia. However, Hana's journey is only beginning. As she steps into her new role, she discovers that being a warrior means more than just mastering the sword. It requires honor, resilience, and an unyielding commitment to protect her city and its people. Guided by the legacy of her mother and the teachings of Master Kazuo, Hana embarks on a path filled with challenges, mysteries, and the promise of adventure. Join Hana Tachibana as she navigates the trials of her new life, uncovering hidden strengths and forging unbreakable bonds along the way. In a world where honor and courage define the true spirit of a warrior, Hana's story is one of self-discovery, heroism, and the enduring legacy of the Tachibana family.
pixiefixie · 186 Views

Alpha Blackthorn's Obsession

{WARNING: MATURE CONTENT} Cold air brushed my face. Where am I? I couldn't tell, as everything was dark. Am I dead? Is this death? Everything submerged in darkness, where I couldn’t see anything or know where I was—not to mention having no idea if I still had a body. “She’s still alive…” I heard an indistinct voice, sounding so detached, bringing forth a terrible headache. Wait a minute. I’m still alive? Then I heard heavy footsteps moving closer to where I was, step after step. As cold as I lay, as broken as I was, I felt my skin crawling with fear, even with my eyes still tightly shut; the aura was overwhelming. The footsteps eventually stopped right before me. My brain and my body were sending me danger signals. This feeling was different from anything I’d ever felt. After a while of silence, I slowly parted my eyes to catch a glimpse of the figure standing before me, but I could see nothing except a blurry pair of emerald green eyes. And just like that, the footsteps retreated. Were they leaving? I asked inwardly as my eyes fluttered closed again, submitting myself to the darkness. But before I could go any further, I heard the deepest, coldest voice I’d ever encountered in my life. “Take her. She’s coming with me.” --- **Excerpt** “Why are you here?” He didn't respond this time. Instead, a familiar—oh, so familiar—chill crawled up my skin, settling on my heart, numbing it altogether. He'd been behind me all along. I remembered this feeling, and I remembered more when I felt him stop by my side. His large palm touched my jaw, bringing my face to look at him—at his emerald green eyes. “It’s you, isn’t it? You saved me from the cliff. I should be dead, forgotten. Why did you bring me back to this heart-wrenching place?” His fingers slipped through my silvery locks, and his gentle, hot breath fanned against my neck, leaving a tingling trail. “Because it’s not time for your death, Kaila, my sweet lady.” His lips paused by the tip of my ear. “And… I recognized fire when I saw one. Although I’m not often drawn to every fire, yours roared differently.” “You know nothing,” I whispered. He chuckled softly. “Yes. I didn't, but your eyes betray a deep, much deeper hunger, Kaila… Is it revenge? Or something more?” “What if I want to burn them all?” “Then allow me to be your fire.” --- Kaila Wynter endured being a slave for her mate, James Wellesley, for years in the pack, thinking he loved her. But when he returned, he not only paid her no mind and rejected her, he took everything, including her legs, and turned a blind eye while the whole pack chanted to kill her for something she knew nothing about. However, everything changed the night he came—the rumored king of hell. Rumors whispered that his touch brought destruction. But what if he didn’t destroy her, but claimed her, even as broken and damaged as she was? They thought they had tossed her to her death; little did they know it would be their fall and her rise.
Christine_Hannah · 2K Views

BOW DOWN TO THE MIGHTY ANCIENT FLUFF BALL? wow that name sucks

Suddenly, the yard around me seemed to fade, the sunlight dimming. In its place, a suffocating darkness closed in, the sound of chains rattling in the still air. Cold metal bit into my wrists, and I could feel the damp stone floor beneath me. I was back there again. The smell of damp stone and iron filled my lungs, the faint drip of water echoing in the distance. The darkness seemed to press in from all sides, suffocating, unrelenting. My body ached—each bone, each muscle screaming in silent protest—but the worst pain wasn't physical. It was the crushing weight of betrayal. "Still alive, little brother?" Jun Shen's voice slithered through the darkness, sickly sweet, as if we were merely playing some twisted game. Maybe it was, maybe that's what I am to him, a play toy."How resilient of you. But tell me, how long do you think that will last?" His footsteps echoed, slow and deliberate, and my breath caught in my throat. The chains that bound my wrists trembled as I shifted, trying in vain to lift my head. I couldn't see him, but I could feel him—his presence a dark, looming shadow that filled the place, leaving no room for hope. "You've always been the weak one, Xuan Jie," he said, squatting down so his face was level with mine. I could feel his breath against my ear, his voice dripping with mockery. "A disgrace to the family name. You can't even protect yourself, much less live up to our father's legacy." I clenched my fists, though the chains barely allowed movement. I wanted to fight back, to scream at him, but my body refused to obey. I was too weak, too fucking weak to fight ."bloody hell" I cursed weakly.The ache in my limbs was nothing compared to the cold that had settled in my heart—the realization that the person I had looked up to, the brother I had admired, had betrayed me in the cruelest way imaginable. "I trusted you," I whispered, my voice barely more than a rasp. The words felt fragile, like they would shatter under the weight of his disdain. I hated myself for falling so low, for being so weak, so stupid to the point I trusted to devil himself. Jun Shen chuckled, a sound that sent a chill down my spine. "Trust? How naive you are, little brother. Trust is a weakness. It blinds you, makes you soft. That's why you've always been a disappointment to Father. You're too weak to survive in this world." I knew it wasn't a lie, I let father down so many times but he still cared and protected me leading him to his own demise . His words were like daggers, each one aimed with precision at the parts of me that still tried to hope. My vision blurred, and I couldn't tell if it was from the pain or from the tears I refused to let fall. Jun Shen rose, his silhouette towering over me. "Look at you now. Pathetic." His voice turned cold, the mockery replaced by something darker, more dangerous. "You should have known better than to think I'd ever see you as my equal. You're nothing but a stain on this family's honor." I felt the weight of his boot pressing down on my chest, pinning me to the floor. My body screamed in agony, but the pain was drowned out by the anger that roared to life within me. My brother—my blood—had reduced me to this. I had trusted him, and he had taken everything from me. "You..." My voice cracked, barely audible, but the fury behind it was real. "You'll regret this." Jun Shen's grip tightened around the chains that bound me, and he yanked them hard, sending fresh waves of pain coursing through my body. His smile never wavered. "Oh, little brother," he said softly, his voice dripping with mock affection. "The only thing I regret is not doing this sooner." For a moment, all I could feel was the crushing weight of his betrayal, the cold bite of the chains, the suffocating darkness of the cell. But somewhere, deep beneath the pain, something else stirred—something fierce, something unbreakable. A spark. The memory shattered, leaving me gasping for breath,
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The Centerfold Crow

"The Highest: Cogito, Ergo Sum; The Demon of Laplace's Parade" "The Prime: Dubito, Ergo Sum; The Shattered Eye became greyed" "The Limitess: Somnio, Ergo Sum; The Dream of Hermes is played" These words were the First Poem of a Book of Unknown Origin that allowed a demon who should have died to be reborn in a new world that hid secrets. A world of darkness and disease; of blood rituals and Cults; of Hermitic orders and Secret Societies; of mysterious paintings and demonic grimoires; of the mystical powers hidden away from the ignorant and mundane. Henry falls into a dark and alternate version of renaissance era Europe with an book that promises both pain beyond measure and a cure to death. This is the legend of a mysterious person with many names in history: The Manifold Crow, The Evil Devil that bears no Hatred, The King of Real Time, The Lord of Inactive Eternity, The Serpent of Arabia. This is the story Henry or as he will later come to be known as, Vergil, A vile and evil villain that possess a demonic minset. Watch as uses rituals and sacrifice recorded in the Immanent Grimoire of Mystic Roads to grow and evolve into a grotesque monster that follows the footsteps of Nihlel, The Evil Creator that makes from nothing. In time, Henry will come to realise that God might not be good… -------------------------------------------------------- Simplified Synopsis:- Henry, a slightly special boy that was paralyzed from the neck down except his two fingers searches for a cure for his condition but that gets him to transmigrate into an alternate version of post renaissance era Europe where the Black Death was not cured. This world looks mundane on the surface but the hides secret societies and Cults filled with beings known as 'Hermitic Philosophers' that gain power through following the mystic roads and the divine tunnels. This is a world were dark powers control the world. -------------------------------------------------------- The complete rights of this novel lie with me including the characters, locations, the world etc.
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