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MATURE CONTENT WARNING!!: These people be getting freaky in the sheets! "You think I haven’t noticed your eyes on me?" Kai En's voice was dangerously low, his lips curled into a cruel smile. "The way they linger— you can’t decide whether to kill me or kiss me. Am I right, little alpha?" ... For as long as Jun could remember, vengeance had been his only purpose. The last survivor of a disgraced family, he vowed to tear down the empire that destroyed his life, starting with its most prized jewel—Prince Feng Kai En.  Now, under the guise of Xiao Liu, a lowly servant in the prince’s retinue, he plans his revenge. But nothing could have prepared him for what awaited within the palace walls. Neither Xiao Liu’s sharp blades nor detailed plans were good enough to fall the man behind the title. Every failed assassination attempt and heated exchange left him more entangled with the man he was meant to destroy. Kai En—ruthless, untouchable, and powerful. An alpha in the eyes of all. Xiao Liu uncovered the prince’s greatest secret—beneath the façade lay something far more dangerous and vulnerable. Something Xiao Liu intended to exploit. Duty had always been Kai En’s burden. Yet Xiao Liu’s presence stirred emotions long buried—desires with no place in his world. Every attempt on his life only deepened the prince’s fascination, pulling him into the chaos Xiao Liu brought. As war looms and enemies close in, their dangerous dance intensifies. Desire grows where hate once ruled, pulling them into a storm of violence, lust, and something deeper. “You’ll never belong to anyone else,” Xiao Liu snarled, his lips finding Kai En’s neck again, biting down hard. “Not her. Not anyone. You belong to me.” Xiao Liu knows Kai En is the key to his revenge, but the more their lives tangle, the harder it becomes to tell if it’s vengeance he craves… or the prince himself. And Kai En must face the ultimate test that could break his kingdom and heart. Can Xiao Liu destroy the man he’s come to obsess over, or will he fall first?

The prolonged war among supernatural beings had plagued their world for generations, with the vampires pushing aggressively to the borders of the werewolf kingdom, ruthlessly slaughtering wolves in their path. After his father's death, Zion assumed the mantle of his father and joined the frontlines of battle. After three grueling years, the werewolves finally drove the vampires back, forcing them to retreat to their lands in defeat. Zion and the brave warriors who fought alongside him returned to their territories as heroes, celebrated and warmly welcomed. When Addison heard of Zion's impending return, she devoted herself to preparing an elaborate welcome banquet, organizing every detail over the two weeks leading up to his arrival. Although her marriage to Zion had originally been one of convenience, rooted in her deep gratitude to the former Alpha who had saved her life, she had since fallen for Zion. His powerful presence, charismatic leadership, and striking appearance had won her over, and from the moment she offered herself as his mate, she had accepted him wholeheartedly as her Alpha and mate. The long-awaited return of Zion and his warriors was met with jubilant celebration. Pack members gathered at the borders, eager to welcome their hero, Alpha, and his brave fighters. Addison, too, stood among them, filled with anticipation and genuine happiness at seeing Zion again. But as the pack caught sight of their Alpha, the largest of the wolves approaching with fur as dark as midnight, Addison’s heart froze—on his back sat a pregnant woman. For werewolves, it was well-known that only mates were allowed to ride in their wolf form, and seeing this woman there, visibly expecting, spoke volumes. Addison’s heart tightened painfully, yet she fought to maintain her composure, choosing to receive Zion and his entourage with a warm and gracious smile. Despite her efforts, Zion dismissed her completely, his attention solely on the woman as he tenderly guided her from his back and into the heart of their home. When all was said and done, but Addison still received nothing but contempt and hatred, she decided to leave. But why did Zion react so strongly? "Who said you could leave? You are MINE!" Zion turned feral and took Addison back to their chambers and ravaged her for three days and three nights... "I'll make sure you're tied to this bed, and your legs are so weak you won’t even be able to stand," Zion snarled, pinning her down. His dark eyes flickered with gold, a clear sign that his wolf was watching her from just beneath the surface.

Later that day, Fin was out on his usual scrap run. The safe zone’s edge was a mess of twisted metal and broken concrete, leftovers from when the first Gates opened. He lugged a heavy bag over his shoulder, his boots crunching on gravel. The air smelled like rust and something faintly sour—probably a dead rat or worse. “Yo, Fin! Hurry it up!” his boss, Greg, yelled from the truck parked a hundred yards away. Greg was a squat, sweaty guy who acted like he was king of the scrap heap. “We ain’t got all day!” “Yeah, yeah,” Fin muttered under his breath. He bent down to grab a jagged piece of rebar, his fingers brushing the cold metal. His power kicked in—useless as ever. He could feel every nick and dent in the steel, like it was whispering its boring life story to him. 'Wow, so thrilling,' he thought sarcastically. That’s when he heard it—a low, guttural growl. He froze. His head snapped up, eyes darting around. The safe zone wasn’t *supposed* to have monsters. That’s why it was called safe. But the sound came again, closer this time, from behind a pile of rubble. “Greg?” He called, his voice shaky. “You hear that?” No answer. The truck’s engine roared to life—Greg was bailing. “Fin, move your ass!” the man shouted before peeling out, dust kicking up behind him. “Seriously?!” Fin dropped the rebar and bolted. He wasn’t a runner, but fear made his legs move faster than he thought possible. The growling turned into a snarl, and he risked a glance back. Something big and scaly was charging after him—green skin, claws like kitchen knives, and a mouth full of teeth that didn’t fit right. A monster. A freaking monster.

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?

|| To all the readers who are grieving over Caelestis Lanister’s death. I deeply apologize but this character always deserved death in my eyes of justice. Although he was a good leader, a good friend, probably a good son, yet he was never a good friend or boyfriend to Stella. Even after going through all his sins, if you still sympathize with him. I have an offer for you. Would you like to change the destiny of Caelestis Lanister? Yes/No|| A translucent blue window appeared in front of Eleanore, who had just opened her eyes in a strange white place, after meeting her end in a Traffic accident. Eleanore finds herself in a new world, with a mission to change the destiny of her favorite character from a book she had recently read, "Revenge is her only desire." Tired from her daily struggles, she was ready to venture into a new life of the rich, but to her dismay. She finds herself in the body of the villainess that dies in the first chapter of the novel, who shares the same name as hers, Eleanore Sinclair. Moreover, the day she enters into her body is the day she gets killed by Caelestis for harming his lover, Stella. Eleanore binded by the system that guided her through in her mission of changing Caelestis’ fate, realizes that the system favoured Stella over her. She struggles to keep herself alive, while working on Caelestis and Stella's relationship. As she tries to save Stella from the obsessive grasps of Caelestis, she finds herself getting entangled with the notorious villain. As tension and hatred between them rises, a love blooms between them which gives nothing but pain in return. The male lead being her own brother, will she be able to save Caelestis which is no longer her mission but her love? _______ “Lies!” he spat again, his voice rising. “I will kill you, Eleanore. If you ever try to do that to her again, I will kill you.” His words cut through her, burning with hatred and fear. Anger surged within her as she fought against him. She had never intended to hurt Stella, not once. The blame lay with the original owner of the body, not her. Why must she listen to these accusations? “I have no such intentions!” she shouted at his face, gasping to find breath. “Let me go!” Her foot lashed out, kicking him in the thigh, but he quickly pinned it down as well. Exhausted from her useless struggles, Eleanore realized she had to gather her strength and then perhaps bite off some skin from his handsome face. “You are just an obsessed man,” she snarled. “You don’t know how to treat a woman. You’re killing her!” Before she could finish, Caelestis silenced her with a violent grip around her throat. His hand tightened around her neck, cutting off her breath. Her wrists were free, but now her neck was caught, and every breath became a struggle. Panic surged through her as she struggled to find, her nails digged deep into at his arm in a desperate attempt to free herself. Caelestis’ true nature had finally appeared in front of Eleanore, and it scared her. She had already been afraid of him, but now the fear felt like it was gripping her very soul. Note: This is a dark fantasy romance novel. A war between Love and Obsession.

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.

The World Changed Overnight, Without warning, portals from other realms tore through the sky, opening gateways to nightmarish creatures that threatened to wipe out humanity. Cities burned. Nations crumbled. The monstrous invaders—ranging from grotesque goblins to towering beasts—massacred everything in their path. Amidst the chaos, a new force emerged: The Awakened—humans who mysteriously gained supernatural abilities in response to the invasion. Light burst from their bodies, fire ignited in their palms, water coiled into deadly spears, winds howled at their command, shadows shifted with their will. These resemble as Fire, Water, Earth, Wind, Light, and Darkness—became humanity’s last hope against extinction. Kai Jin. A cold, intelligent high school student from Korea, Kai had long abandoned the idea of relying on others. Orphaned at a young age, he grew up alone in a modest apartment, surviving through sheer will and independence. His past trauma left him emotionally closed off, but beneath his calm, detached exterior, a fire burned—a refusal to ever be powerless again. Then, the portals opened, and his world turned upside down. The night was eerily silent. Kai sat in his dimly lit apartment, eyes locked on his laptop screen. The news was flooded with reports of strange anomalies appearing across the globe—massive gates hovering in the sky, creatures emerging from their depths. Some called it a phenomenon. Others called it the end of the world. Then— Scratch. Scratch. A faint noise echoed from the hallway outside his door. Kai frowned. His neighborhood was quiet at night—too quiet for random footsteps. Then— BAM! The apartment door slammed open. A goblin. Small, grotesque, with sickly green skin, jagged teeth, and glowing red eyes. It sniffed the air, its sharp claws twitching in anticipation. Kai’s breath hitched. His mind raced. He had no weapons. No powers. Nothing but his instincts. Move. Now. The goblin lunged. Kai grabbed the closest thing within reach—a wooden chair—and swung it with all his strength.The impact sent the creature stumbling backward, snarling in rage. His heart pounded. His hands trembled, but he forced himself to stay steady. He couldn’t afford to freeze. He had to kill it. Spotting a kitchen knife on the counter, he dove for it—just as the goblin recovered and charged again. At the last second, he twisted his body, dodging its claws, and in one swift motion— STAB! The knife sank into the goblin’s skull. It shrieked, its body convulsing violently before collapsing lifelessly to the floor. Kai stood there, panting. His clothes were splattered with dark, sticky blood. The room reeked of iron and death. Then— Ding! A floating, translucent system window appeared before his eyes. [Awakening Process Complete.] [Congratulations!] [You have awakened.] Kai’s eyes widened. His nightmare had just begun.

The villain wasn’t meant to be an emperor—nor was he supposed to be handsome. Yet he hates me, and I don’t know why. Attending the Academy of the Arcane—a school for the supernatural elite to hone their power—I became a rebel, untouchable and unstoppable. My beauty became both a weapon and a curse, a mocking reminder of the life I’d lost. Among the whispers and wary stares, one figure cut through the chaos: Tharros, the Emperor of Shadows. The supreme ruler of witches, vampires, werewolves, and fae alike. His cold, burning gaze seared through me, heavy with a hatred that felt almost intimate. "You made me this way," he snarled, his face a living testament to fury and torment. His presence was a storm I couldn’t escape, and his accusations pierced my soul. Yet I had no memory of him—or the crime he swore I committed. When I denied his claims, his laughter followed me like a curse. "You don’t remember? Then I’ll make sure you never forget." Days later, I awoke as his bride—bound to him by a marriage I never agreed to, shackled to his vengeance. Tharros’ darkness envelops me, threatening to consume everything I am. Now, I must unravel the secrets of his hatred, the truth about my parents’ murder, and the twisted memories he swears I’ve buried. Because in this deadly game of vengeance and power, the line between hate and something far more dangerous grows thinner with every heartbeat

In one swift motion, he caught her by the neck, his grip unyielding. Lara snarled and thrashed, but Killian’s strength was overwhelming. “You foolish, useless wolf,” Killian growled, his voice dripping with disdain. “You think you can defy me and live?” With a cruel smile, he threw Lara against a nearby tree, the impact shaking the ground beneath us. Pain tore through me as I felt every blow she endured. Lara tried to stand, but Killian’s foot pressed down on her, pinning her to the ground. “You’ll learn your place,” he hissed. “Both of you.” My body began to shift again, the pain unbearable as Lara was forced back, and I returned to my human form. Lying on the ground, broken and bleeding, I looked up at him with all the hatred I could muster. “I hate you,” I whispered, my voice barely audible. Killian’s expression didn’t change. And then, darkness consumed me.

Felon /fè-lun/ Cruel; Wicked. I continued biting my lips whilst fidgeting with my finger nails, my mind still pondering over the question he asked minutes ago. "Ojalá éstos fueran mis dientes mordiéndote los labios." I heard him mumble under his breath. [I wish those were my fucking teeth biting your lips.] I threw a morose look in his direction. "Speak an apprehensible language." I snarled getting annoyed. "You need to get inside my mind to understand that." He responded nonchalantly shrugging off his shoulders. "I don't enter dirty places." I snapped rolling my eyes. "But I would really enjoy entering your dirty places."

“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.

Shadow of Desires From the Alleys of Lucknow to the Underworld’s Throne. Set against the grimy tapestry of Lucknow’s class divides and the glittering menace of global crime, Shadow of Desires traces the harrowing journey of Mufidul Sheeraz Akhtar—a boy forged by poverty, sharpened by betrayal, and consumed by the hunger to rewrite his destiny. The Spark of Ambition (2008–2015): Orphaned at 8 when his father, a low-ranking clerk, dies of cardiac arrest, Mufidul becomes the reluctant patriarch of a crumbling household. His mother, Shahana Parveen, battles UP’s bureaucratic quagmire to secure their meager pension, while his brothers—Zohrez, the dreamer, and Raheem, the sickly toddler—lean on him for survival. By 12, Mufidul masters the art of scarcity: diluting milk with gutter water, forging ration cards, and bribing local officials with *mithai* boxes. But when Zohrez nearly dies from counterfeit medicine sold at Prakash Medical, Mufidul’s innocence shatters. “Money isn’t desire,” he hisses to the night sky, “it’s armor.” The Descent (2016–2020): At 16, Mufidul drops out of City Montessori School, trading textbooks for contraband. He starts small—smuggling stolen car parts across the Nepal border—but his mathematician’s mind soon devises risk-reward algorithms that impress Lucknow’s underground kingpin, Raza Bhai. Under Raza’s tutelage, Mufidul learns to launder money through sari emporiums, hack into police databases, and exploit UP’s political rivalries. His first kill—a corrupt cop who threatens Raheem—leaves him trembling but addicted to the rush of control. By 19, he builds Zunar Enterprises, a front company trafficking arms from Myanmar’s rebel factions to Mumbai’s gang lords. The Ascent (2021–2028): Mufidul’s genius lies in his duality: the boy who still mends Zohrez’s torn shirts becomes the “Ghost of Gomti”, a phantom orchestrating heists from Macau to Marrakech. He infiltrates cryptocurrency markets, manipulates Bollywood studios for money laundering, and seduces an Interpol analyst (Ayesha Kapoor) to leak classified files. His signature move? Using childhood chess strategies to outmaneuver rivals—sacrificing pawns (loyal henchmen) to protect his queen (family). But as his empire grows—spanning 41 nations via shell companies, drug cartels, and stolen AI tech—the cracks widen. Shahana, now a hollow-eyed widow, disowns him after discovering his crimes. Zohrez, a law student, threatens to testify. The Unraveling (2029–2031): Interpol’s Operation Black Lotus paints Mufidul as Public Enemy #1. Betrayed by Ayesha, who plants a tracker in his vintage HMT watch, he flees through Lucknow’s labyrinthine gullies—past the kebab stalls and chess clubs of his youth—now a fugitive in the city that raised him. In a climactic showdown at the ruins of the Lucknow Residency, Mufidul faces Zohrez, now a prosecutor. “You became what killed Abbu,” Zohrez snarls, “greed wrapped in excuses.” The Shadow’s End: Cornered by NATO forces in Istanbul, Mufidul chooses cyanide over surrender. His final act? Transferring ₹8,400 crore to a secret account—not for his brothers, but to build free cardiac hospitals across Uttar Pradesh. *“Let them hate my name,”* his diary reads, *“but let my mother’s pension never fail again.”* --- Themes: - The Poverty Trap: How systemic rot in India’s welfare machinery breeds desperation. - Moral Calculus: Whether evil deeds can be justified as “love” for family. - Legacy: Can blood money ever cleanse itself? Style: Gritty, lyrical, and unflinchingly visceral—a Slumdog Millionaire meets Scarface tragedy rooted in the smells of Lucknow’s chaat stalls and the cold logic of offshore bank accounts. “They called him a monster. But monsters aren’t born—they’re sculpted by the hands that starved them".

the four-legged beast made its way to the table where we were hiding, that's when I experienced the full terror of my fear. I tightly closed my eyes in the hopes that the beat wouldn't see us because I was so terrified. I could hear the beast snarling and smell it since it smelled terrible. I put my hands over my lips while still breathing rather loudly. The growling ceased a few seconds later, and the odour vanished. When I opened my eyes after feeling a little calm, I saw the beast standing there silently looking at me. As it grabbed me by the leg and dragged me away from the table, I let out a terrified cry. Takoda, the girl whose father, brother and uncle were killed by the Misting varmint must go to Misting School to obtain the power to slay the beast, but things get worse when she figures the school wasn't as good as people claim it was.

Mu Evershade, the 21st century's most fearsome mercenary known as "Queen of Shadows", is reborn as a disdained cripple in a borderland city! Facing public humiliation from a broken engagement? Abandoned by her own clan? Divine providence intervenes—she's revealed as the long-lost treasure of the Imperial Guardian Manor! Awakening her Celestial Empress heritage, she forges divine pills, crafts primordial artifacts, commands mythical beasts, and weaves world-shattering arrays! As she ascends to godhood, regretful clans grovel while her ex-betrothed begs forgiveness. Yet the Mad Emperor who rules all realms crushes celestial thunder, snarling: "Who dares touch my treasure shall witness universal destruction!" Mu Evershade traces his blood-stained lips: "Hush... My throne shares space only for you, my eternal counterpart."

"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..."

Madeline knew he was the alpha of the werewolves, but… __ In Alaric, soulmates are bonded by a red string. Some people chose to go against their preordained fates, some chose to embrace it. However, when Madeline discovers she’s bonded to no, not a human, but the alpha of the pack she happened to stumble upon… Does she unintentionally fall for the devilish Alpha Xavier or does she decide her own path? __ EXCERPT: "Step forward," he ordered, his steely gaze landing on her. Madeline swallowed as a chill went down her spine. "You don't belong here," he snarled, making Madeline want to run despite her intuition which told her not to. Making a face, he narrowed his eyes and spat, "You're a human." Wide-eyed, Madeline stared back at him, her eyes meeting him before she felt something tighten around her pinky. Her heart tightened and began pounding faster than it did before. It flickered, but it was clear what it was. Everyone stared between them, back and forth in confusion. Whatever it was, it could only be seen by Madeline and Xavier. 'With a stranger? Are you kidding me?' He growled. Her heart raced, she was thinking the same thing. __ This book's cover is made by @vatarison.art (check him out on IG)!

"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.”

**Topic: The Relationship Between Werewolves and Environmental Conservation** Ah, werewolves! Those majestic creatures that shake their furry selves on full moon nights, while humanity suspects that the real global crisis is not global warming, but rather the amount of screams echoing in the forests. If you think saving the planet is a difficult task, try adding a pack of werewolves to the equation and watch the magic happen! It's as if Gaia's army of good decided to use the "Help Thy Neighbor or Get Their Heads Roughly" methodology. Werewolves are, without a doubt, the pinnacle of evolution, if you consider that evolution got so bored that it decided to spice it up with fur, sharp claws and the ability to demand respect while biting the face of the guy who was cutting down the tree. We can compare them to those environmental activists who, after a good cup of organic coffee, put on a "Save the Turtle" t-shirt and think they're ready to face a tractor. The difference? The werewolves will probably snarl at the tractor and, with an immortal attack, transform the machinery into an elegant deer statuette. If you think condominium meetings are unbearable, try to imagine werewolves arguing about paper waste at their full moon celebration rituals. They gather with an intellectual tone, like a group of distinguished philosophers discussing whether Jesus’ sandals were vegan. “Oh, sure, the conscious use of recycled paper is important, but have you ever thought about the environmental impact of tearing a logger’s face off with your own teeth?” A debate of ideas that would make Aristotle cry tears of joy, while the earth trembles in terror. And let’s not forget the nostalgic side of the issue: these creatures are actually the answer you didn’t know you needed to your endangered plant problem. Want to give them a “don’t touch my forest” kind of protection? Is there anything more effective than a werewolf that will make you never look at the forest the same way again – let alone go into it to collect mushrooms? Why bother with all this “#LoveMySpoiledPets” hashtagging when you can just adopt a werewolf and laugh at the ninjas of destruction trying to threaten your pack? In conclusion, the real lesson we can learn from werewolves is that when it comes to the survival of the planet, it’s better to risk a few sharp teeth and an extra dose of anger than to sit on the couch watching a documentary about how turtles are having it harder than a marathon runner in an obstacle course. So the next time you hear a howl in the moonlight, remember: it’s just a werewolf concerned about the environment, wondering where the last tree he loved to mark his territory went! Which, by the way, is a fantastic metaphor for our fight against planetary destruction: that, just like a werewolf, we must be fierce, hairy, and willing to rip the face off anyone who dares to threaten the living Earth!

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?” ********

In this new Series based off of, “The Ritual - The Moon Queen Book 1” fall in love with the story of Nike. An exciting, steamy, story of love and blood shed, that will make you get lost in her world as she goes through life with the God of War. — “You’re mine now, Nike. Every part of you, belongs to me.” His large hand bracketed my throat and he pushed me harder against the wall. “Your lips, mine,” he pressed his mouth against mine. “Every inch of skin, mine,” he kissed me roughly again. “Every hair on that precious head of yours, is mine.” Now his kiss was softer, he moved our lips together slowly, and pushed his solid chest closer to me, as if it were possible. “Every moment your eyes roll back in pleasure, is mine. Do you understand, little wolf,” he was almost snarling, but it wasn’t mean. He was holding himself back, trailing kisses down my neck, to my already marked collar bone. Ares pulled my waist to his now, holding my leg around him. Every part of me wanted him, “yes, Ares.” He gave me a devilish smirk, his red eyes looking back and fourth at mine, “good.” My heart rate sped up, and I searched his eyes for any hint of his next move. He took a moment to push stray, strands of my hair behind my ear and over my shoulder. The realization of what he was doing hit me, and my breaths started becoming short, and fast. He placed a few more gentle kisses over my shoulder. His hand cupped my face, holding my jaw and he moved my head to the right. Before I knew what was happening a searing hot pain raked through me. Like I had fallen into a pool of boiling water, my claws extended and dug into his chest and bicep. He groaned, but it sounded more pleasurable than pain.

In the glittering world of Manhattan's elite, two souls are bound by an unholy pact - a marriage contract forged to save their respective family legacies. Kiara Davis, a beautiful but traumatized orphan, agrees to wed Mike Robinson, a ruthlessly ambitious billionaire with a soul as cold as the steel in his skyscrapers. "I don't love you," Mike snarls, his icy eyes raking over Kiara's delicate form. "This is just business." Yet amid the dizzying power plays and dizzying wealth, blazing desire ignites between them like a wildfire. Mike finds himself craving more from his beguiling new bride than just her virtue. And Kiara discovers there is fiery passion smoldering beneath Mike's unfeeling facade. But their white-hot consummation could unravel at any moment when dark secrets and sinister agendas are unleashed from the shadows. Mike's depraved father and twisted half-brother join forces to destroy everything he's built. "You were a fool to cross me, son," Robinson senior hisses menacingly. "I'll bury you just like I did your whore of a mother." An undercover seductress from a rival company ensnares Mike in a dangerous erotic trap. And an old trauma surfaces from Kiara's past, threatening to splinter her fragile psyche once more when she whispers: "The girls...they hurt me again." In the ultimate power struggle between ruthless ambitions and pure desires, who will surrender first? Amidst the grandeur and cutthroat stakes of New York's billionaire playground, Mike and Kiara must choose - embrace their all-consuming love...or let it consume them both into sweet oblivion. Brace yourself for the sumptuous, high-stakes romance of the year in this tantalizing novel about passion, obsession, and letting yourself burn for love.

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.

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."

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.

"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.

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?"

I stood at the summit of the most absurd comedy, in a sleek, modern mansion, living a prosperous life filled with joy, only for it all to vanish in an instant. “What are you waiting for? Lucia, take your suitcase and leave. Disappear from my sight!” The man was my father, a figure who once loved me, before the blonde woman stood by his side. “From today, Anderson is no longer your family name. You are no longer my daughter!” He disappeared behind the tall black gates, leaving me with the disgrace of a situation I couldn't comprehend. A familiar, mocking laugh pierced my ears. I turned to see Emily's sneering face. “Well, Lucia? Do you still not believe how easily I influenced your father?” She stepped closer, reaching out to touch my dark hair. I snarled in anger, dodging her touch, and grabbed her face, scratching it fiercely. “Aww!! Help me! Let go of me, Lucia! Damn it!!”

[Mature content] ........ The rough kids were starting to annoy Harley. They should have died yesterday when they wanted to harass a Velvet, the new girl in their school. And today, probably, they would die. Harley was standing behind, and infront of the racks that contained books, when Reid had come to appear from the sides, along with his ugly friends. They gnashed their teeth in frenzy excitement while holding baseball bats. They must have smuggled it from wherever they belong. And they started to close in. “Come to the dark side, Harley. We would make a great team, hm? ” Reid a boy with jet black fauxhawk hair told her. Flame tee shirt , shorts, and reigning shoes, he wore. “ It would only take your feral dog type to join in the team.”were her blunt, dull words, dripping with venom that at the moment, poisoned his heart. Reid's eye twitched again in anger. This was the second time Harley was calling him an insane dog and it made his blood boil. Then, the girl's lips curled,“ What you gonna do? Bark?” That was it!! Reid swatted his bat for a hit, that he missed. The next attempt, and she caught hold of his bat hand to kick the air outta him... Reid flew over to crash into the rack behind him. Books fell and hit him, and were strewn over. “ Yaa!!”Ugly number two turned toward Harley to hit her that he missed with a step at her side, where it hit one of the racks that the impact of the bat to collide with the wood, so mighty that it left a fresh dent mark on it. Now, Harley was sure not to let that thing touch her, or else... Now, the next person was quick to appear at Harley's side so fast that when Ugly number two, had swatted his bat again, it hit him to unconsciousness. “ You'll pay for that!” he snarled. He lunged at Harley who held his arm instantly,that he screamed as she began to twist it, to dislocate his bone from his shoulder. He then sprawled on the floor and wailed in so much agony. “ Eddie!” Reid screamed,he glared at the girl, ” Fucker!" “ Kids!!” Mr Salmon Creek who was the kid's counselor, yelled at the pre-teens who were clawing at each other. Neither of them, however, paid heed to the counselor, as both were driven to the edge to injure, or worst, kill. “ The rest of you, back to class!” demanded the blonde counselor at the kids who were not involved but we're standing idly to watch. They soon, dragged their feet at his command, leaving fewer crowd behind that contained Harley's friends that were naughty. "Enough!!!” Mr Salmon tried to stop the fight. But Harley was madder to think about stopping. Her face was wrapped in rage likewise Reid. Reid slammed Harley to the wall and went down to finish with her. Wrapping his hand round her slender neck for a strangle, Harley felt her breathing hitch. A sudden groan left his lips on feeling the pain of Harley's hit at his groin. And Harley switched their position swiftly to slam his head against the wall. Reid cursed in a little bit of disorientation but yet, got up to fight. Dodging several attacks of the boy, Harley kicked him where he slammed open, the back doors of the library, his back hitting the mirrored glass hard before falling face flat where the impact alone had caused it to crack... As he slowly rose, Harley kicked him in the jaw and pulled him up to his feet before slamming punches at his face till her knuckles were bruised and coated in his blood. The next move had been unexpected as Harley had twirled to kick him, sending him to hit the glass once again before it'd finally shattered open with Ried to fall off through the huge flaw. Silence filled the library after gasps of terror had left the children's lips and Mr Salmon's jaw dropped. Harley had openly murdered someone.

On a full moon night, a widow prowls through the Village of Hunks, her predatory instincts sharpened by the darkness. "They rascals, they think I am a fragile woman," she snarls to herself, her lips curling into a sinister smile. "Little do they know, I am a werewolf. Tonight, I hunt." Approaching a house, she raps on the door, her delicate facade hiding her true intentions. "Please, open the door," she calls in her sweetest voice, her eyes gleaming with anticipation. But as the moments tick by, there is no answer. Frustration boils within her, and she pounds on the door once more. "Why won't they open?" she growls, her patience wearing thin. Finally, a voice from within cuts through the silence, sharp and dismissive. "What's the problem? Just fuck off already," it barks, sending a thrill of excitement down her spine. Licking her lips, the widow's gaze hardens as she realizes the potential feast awaiting her. "Such a manly voice," she murmurs, her hunger rising. "He'll make a delicious meal." And with that, she prepares to unleash her true nature upon the unsuspecting inhabitant of the Village of Hunks. But as the night unfolds, their encounter becomes a battle of wills with unexpected consequences...........