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Mated To The Pack’s Doom

“Did you perhaps think I would accept you, the runt of the pack as well as someone destined to bring us doom just because you are my mate? If you ever thought so, then you are incredibly naïve.” He said looking down at me condescendingly. “Then just reject me and let me leave the pack please.” I screamed, already at my wits end. “Oh little redhead, do squash whatever hopes you have of running away because, I, the Alpha of the Blue River pack promise that I will never reject you as long as I live. Instead I will make you suffer so much that you will lose whatever courage you have in you to bring doom.” He declared after he grabbed my face and made me look right into his obsidian eyes. Eyes that seem to see through my soul and uncover my deepest darkest desire. Arielle Hale, born on the lunar eclipse and dubbed a child destined to bring woe to the pack narrowly escapes death and is given a chance to live on. She is then brought up as the runt of the pack and abused till she had no will of her own. She has a plan though. Leave the pack on the day of the new Alpha’s coronation and never come back. Her plan is full proof but fate has other plans. Declared as the mate of the newly crowned Alpha, she has no choice but to stay on. Like other tales, there should be a rejection but this Alpha has other plans. Keep your friends closer and your enemies even closer. Lucinda’s world is plunged into a world of chaos, pain, pleasure and surprisingly love. It is soon revealed that the tale is not only Lucinda’s as another person lurks in the shadow. Follow the story of the Cursed Alpha’s Mate as this is not your usual tale but one of twists, turns and surprises.
Kiara_Nicole · 7.5K Views

Crimson Tears Of The Divine

Amidst the sea of fallen comrades, their lifeblood staining the earth, a solitary figure rises above the carnage. He stands atop a gruesome curtain of death, his longsword an instrument of divine wrath. In its gleam, one could sense a challenge to the very gods themselves. We were fools to face him; my comrades paid the price in their own flesh and blood. A desperate realization claws at my mind – a realization that I must escape this blood-soaked field and bring dire warning to the holy excellencies. I looked at my remaining comrades they instantly realized what I was thinking. They must know of this relentless force, this harbinger of doom. I looked at my comrades and as I turn to flee, fate intervenes, and our eyes lock in a moment of eerie connection. He looked at me and my comrades with his crimson red eyes. He swung his sword towards me. Why is the world upside down? I thought. Then I realized that my head was cut by his crimson sword. Time slows to a crawl as I find myself caught in the deadly dance of his blade. I see the malevolence in his eyes, a reflection of the abyss that has claimed so many. He cut through my comrades without batting an eye. The red moon casts an ominous glow upon the battlefield, and his crimson silhouette, now moving away, becomes a spectacle against the crimson canvas. With an inexplicable calmness, I embrace the darkness. As he strides away, the embodiment of destruction and beauty, I can't help but smile like a fool. Amidst the ruins and the echoes of my demise, I whisper to myself, "Beautiful!" - a final tribute to the twisted elegance that accompanies the brutality of this merciless crimson devil.
CelestialMountain · 2.6K Views
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