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Cursed Womb Must Die

Hades' Cursed Luna

In a world where Lycans and werewolves are sworn enemies, Eve Valmont is a werewolf cursed by a prophecy and framed. Betrayed by her own pack and imprisoned for years, her fate takes a darker twist when she is offered to the Lycan King, Hades Stavros—a ruler feared for his ruthless conquests and deadly prowess. Bound by an ancient prophecy and haunted by the ghosts of her past, Eve is now at the mercy of the one being she should hate and fear the most—The Hand of Death himself. Hades, a king carved from blood and his own soul's decay, determined to avenge his family's slaughter and rid his people of the werewolves. He believes Eve is the key to his victory. To him, she is nothing but weapon foretold by prophecy, a tool he will wield to destroy the opposing forces threatening his pack. Yet, he finds himself craving this powerful yet broken woman. Leaving him questioning if she is truly his weapon or the one destined to unravel his carefully laid plans. *** He stalked toward me, a predator closing in on its prey, his eyes dark and unreadable. "So, you laugh?" His voice was low, dangerously soft, making the hairs on the back of my neck stand up. I swallowed hard, suddenly aware of how difficult it had become to breathe. "Hades, I—" "But you only laugh at other men's jokes," he interrupted, his gaze piercing, devoid of any humor. "Not your husband's." The accusation in his tone was sharp, slicing through the air between us. A nervous chuckle escaped me. "You can't be serious... He’s your beta, for Goddess’ sake." In an instant, he closed the distance between us, so fast it left me breathless. His hands gripped my waist, pulling me flush against his body, the heat of him making my skin tingle. I gasped, but before I could say a word, his lips crashed onto mine, claiming my mouth with a force that sent shockwaves through me. The kiss was punishing, hungry—I couldn't breathe, couldn't think. When he finally pulled back, I was trembling, my chest heaving as I struggled to regain my breath. His eyes, dark and stormy, searched mine with a possessive intensity. "You can’t laugh at my jokes..." he whispered, his voice a dangerous rasp as his fingers trailed lower, sending a shiver down my spine, "but you’ll come with my fingers." I shivered, heat pooling low in my belly at his words, his touch. The world around us blurred, fading into nothing as his hand slipped lower, drawing a ragged gasp from my lips. The look in his eyes told me he knew exactly what he was doing to me, and there was no denying the primal connection between us in that moment. "I don’t need your laughter," he murmured against my skin, his breath hot on my neck. "I’ll have every other part of you instead." **** Dark fantasy romance Morally Grey ML Angst Suspense ENEMIES to lovers Smut (like sprinkles on your ice cream)
Lilac_Everglade · 1.8M Views

Cursed Devourer

Living in world ruled by a tyrant king and hidden powers that were only heard of in legends, Malik Thana was born into weakness—a nameless boy with nothing to his name but suffering. Until the system awakened. Gifted with the power to consume souls and grow stronger, Malik carved his way through armies, devoured entire cities, and became a force of destruction unlike any other. But his journey was never just about conquest. It was a test. A glimpse of what he could become. The world was never meant to be his end—it was only the beginning. A stage set to prepare him for something far greater. When the final battle is fought and the last soul is claimed, Malik will face his true choice: What kind of existence will he forge for himself? A relentless conqueror? A seeker of knowledge? A hunter of gods? This is not a tale of fate. It is a story of power, ambition, and the freedom to choose one’s destiny. And Malik Thana will not be bound by anyone’s will but his own. *Authors Note:* Hello all! This isn’t the first time I’ve started a novel, but I plan to see it through to the end. I’m aware that my writing isn’t perfect, far from it in fact, but I’d love any helpful criticisms you can give to help me improve upon my work. Join us on this journey and I hope you all enjoy what’s in store! Thank you for reading, DReynolds :) *DISCLAIMER* All characters and locations in this novel are fiction. References may be made to real things or other stories, but none are direct representations.
DReynolds · 8.2K Views

Die Dämonenbraut

*Slow Burn Historical Fantasy Novel* Elise wollte sich gerade in das Kleid umziehen, das in der Ecke ihres Bettes lag, als sie ein leises Klopfen an ihrer Tür hörte. Neugierig drehte sie den Türknauf und sah einen großen Mann vor sich aufragen. "Meister Ian!" rief sie. Ian lächelte mit dem üblichen schelmischen Grinsen, das er immer benutzte. Seine purpurroten Augen wanderten ein wenig durch ihr Zimmer und entdeckten das schwarze Kleid über ihrem Bett, dann richtete er seinen Blick auf die Frau, die vor ihm stand. Er trat einen Schritt vor und sprach. "Woher haben Sie dieses Kleid?" "Mr. Harland hat es mir geschenkt." antwortete Elise und reckte den Hals, um zu sehen, wie sich Ians Brauen in seiner Eleganz zusammenzogen. "Weißt du, warum ein Mann einer Frau gerne ein Kleid schenkt?" Er gab das Rätsel auf, bei dem sie immer zweimal überlegen musste, bevor sie antwortete. Doch dieses Mal fand sie keine Antwort und schüttelte stattdessen den Kopf. "Ich weiß es nicht." Sein Grinsen wurde betörend, als hätte sich tief in seinen scharlachroten Augen etwas geregt. Langsam ließ er seine Hand über den Kragen ihres Kleides gleiten, was ihr einen kalten Schauer über den Rücken jagte, der sie für einen Moment erschreckte, da es eiskalt war. Nachdem er die ersten beiden Knöpfe ihres Kragens geöffnet hatte, neigte er den Kopf nach unten und flüsterte ihr ins Ohr. "Weil sie derjenige sein wollen, der den Stoff auszieht." Er hielt inne und küsste ihren Hals, wobei sich die blasse Haut rötlich verfärbte, bevor er seine Bewegung zurückzog, sie mit seinen Augen fixierte und gemächlich antwortete. "Leider kannst du das Kleid da drüben damit nicht tragen." Er gluckste und reichte ihr eine Schachtel in die Hand. "Die gute Nachricht ist, dass ich ein Kleid für dich vorbereitet habe." Elise war ein verfluchtes kleines Mädchen, das Geister sehen konnte. Ihre Familie hasste sie und schmiss sie von einer Adoptivfamilie zur nächsten. Doch das Unglück kam nicht allein. Als sie von ihrer Tante aufgezogen wurde, wurde sie als Sklavin verkauft. Als sie dachte, sie würde nur ein Opfer für den Zauberer werden, wurde sie von einem Mann gerettet, dessen Identität ganz anders war als die eines normalen Fabelwesens. *** Dieses Buch ist ORIGINAL und keine Übersetzung Autorendiskord beitreten: https://discord.gg/YPKueb4
mata0eve · 88.1K Views

The Villains Must Win

I’m a proud NEET who’s devoured every romance novel, manga, webtoon, and otome game out there. Just when I thought I’d conquered it all, a black bunny appeared in my dream. “Congrats! You’ve been chosen to help villains win across multiple worlds!” “Like a game?” “Uh . . . sure.” “Great, I’m in!” And just like that, I became an agent of the Villain System. Time to rewrite some happily-ever-afters—villain style. **[NOTE!]** This novel features multiple short arcs, each exploring different tropes such as ancient China, the modern world, beasts, werewolves, vampires, fantasy, school romance, idol groups—you name it! The twist? Each arc focuses on our MC making the villain (male) triumph over the male and female leads. The story is written primarily in 2nd and 3rd person POV for a dynamic and immersive experience. || Excerpt || [WARNING! MATURE Content Ahead!] “Then serve me . . . properly.” The command was both sensual and authoritative, and Xue Li’s pulse quickened under his intense gaze. The air between them grew heavy, her trembling hands faltering as she began to run the sponge across his chest, her touch featherlight against his scars. “Y-yes your majesty.” Xue Li’s hand trembled slightly as she dipped the towel into the warm, fragrant water, her breath catching as she squeezed it out over Han Feng’s shoulders. The water cascaded down his chiseled frame, tracing every ridge and contour of his muscles. She swallowed hard, focusing intently on her task, though her heart raced like a drum in her chest. She began at his shoulders, her touch gentle as the towel glided over his skin. His scars, a mix of old battles and untold stories, caught her attention, and she hesitated for a brief moment before continuing. The warmth of the water mixed with the heat radiating from his body, and the intimacy of the moment sent a shiver up her spine. Han Feng leaned back slightly, watching her through half-lidded eyes, his expression unreadable. “Slower,” he murmured, his voice a low rumble that made her pulse skip. Xue Li obeyed, her movements becoming more deliberate as she ran the sponge across his chest, down the defined lines of his abdomen. Each stroke felt unbearably sensual, her fingers brushing his skin as she worked. She tried to maintain her composure, but the proximity to him, the sheer physicality of his presence, made her feel as though the air had thickened. When she reached his arms, he extended one lazily, letting her clean him as though it were his divine right. Her hand moved carefully, trailing down his forearm to his wrist, her touch so soft it almost tickled. Han Feng’s silence was oppressive yet charged, the pressure of his gaze pinning her in place. As she lowered the sponge to his torso again, her hand faltered briefly near the sharp line of his hipbone. The water ran over his skin like liquid fire, and her breath hitched when she noticed the slight curve of his lips, a hint of satisfaction playing there. “You’re trembling,” he said, his voice velvet smooth, making her flinch. “I-It’s the steam, Your Majesty,” she stammered, though she knew it was a poor excuse. Han Feng chuckled softly, the sound deep and rich. “Hmm . . . Is that so? Then you have no problem cleaning my cock right?” Xue Li's eyes trembled, on the verge of tears, which seemed to please Han Feng. His smile grew wider as he urged her on. "Go on. You're going to serve me properly, aren't you?"
MiuNovels · 58.3K Views

The cursed fae prince;Fated to die

Zeriel is a powerful CEO, a multi-billionaire known for his cold and ruthless demeanor, a man who has everything,except a heart open to love. To the world, he’s a shrewd businessman with no tolerance for weakness or attachment, but in truth, Zeriel hides a far darker secret. He is not human, but a hybrid of two fae lineages: one dark, one light. Born with ethereal wings and supernatural powers, he’s spent his life concealing his true identity, blending seamlessly into the human world. But Zeriel’s existence is shadowed by a curse: he is destined to die at thirty, a fate decreed at birth for being an “abomination” in the eyes of his people. To escape this grim destiny, Zeriel fled the fae realm and made a life among humans, focused solely on finding a way to break the curse. Love is not only unimportant to him; he believes it is a weakness, a trap for the foolhardy. Until he meets her: a human woman whose spirit challenges and infuriates him in equal measure. He despises her fiery resilience, her ability to see through his hardened exterior—but he is helplessly drawn to her, feeling emotions that had long ago turned to dust within him. As he battles his growing feelings, Zeriel is thrust into a dilemma. If he opens his heart to love, will he weaken himself and risk his only chance at survival? Or could this forbidden love hold the key to saving his life, transforming him into something his people could never imagine? Join Zeriel on a perilous journey where dark secrets unravel, battles are waged in both realms, and one love could alter the fate of two worlds. Will he defy his curse, or will his heart betray him when he needs it most?
Seaquin · 48.2K Views

Cursed With Immortality

In the land of Etheloria, a relentless Shadow Plague threatens to engulf the land, corrupting all in its path with its malevolent force. Alvan, a selfless young man bound by a solemn promise he made to his late mother, sets forth on a quest to save his homeland from the plague that had befallen it. Guided by an ancient tome, he embarks on a journey to the long-forgotten Lost Temples, forming unbreakable bonds with his chosen companions. In order to retrieve the Elixir of Immortality, which is the only thing that can stop the shadow plague. Alvan succeeded, but at what cost? He gained immortality and unparalleled power of the God of Light, but also triggered the curse of ascendant power placed on the elixir. He watched as his friends and lover, the people he wanted to protect, withered away before his eyes. He also grappled with the effects of the curse that began to take hold in his immortal life. Can Alvan break this eternal curse that came at the expense of saving Etheloria? Or will he become a pawn in a greater cosmic design that threatens the very fabric of the universe? Embark on a journey that transcends time and space, where the price of immortality is weighed against the fate of world. *** > Excerpt: "Have I done anything wrong by fulfilling my mother's dying wish and saving Etheloria? Why do I have to suffer like this because of this curse? I can't even take my own life..." There has to be a way. " ...I am determined to find a way to break this cursed cycle and bring an end to my suffering and life." Alvan lamented. The tree on which he leaned his body withered instantly, transferring its life force to Alvan. ------- [Hey Guys, please read at least ten chapters of this novel before deciding whether to invest your time in it. Here are some of the themes explored in "Cursed With Immortality": Sacrifice, Redemption, Cosmic Struggle, Ambition and Scheming, Selflessness, Legacy, Power, and the Cycles of Life. Happy Reading!]
De_Prodigy · 90.5K Views
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