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In the vast expanse of a realm divided, two illustrious kingdoms, Cheongug and Jiog, found themselves entangled in a web of misunderstandings. What began as a mere miscommunication gradually festered into a bitter feud, igniting the fires of conflict that would engulf the lands in a devastating war. Yet, unbeknownst to the warring factions, there lay a mystery so profound, its unravelling held the key to their salvation. Within the fabric of this unfolding tale, stories of great import had been meticulously woven, their threads entwined with the destinies of both kingdoms. Like ancient manuscripts concealed in the recesses of time, these tales held wisdom, guidance, and the power to shape the future. Meanwhile, even the divine forces themselves, the Gods who presided over the realms, were not immune to the allure of secrets. For amidst the chaos and turmoil, they too had veiled something of extraordinary significance, a celestial secret yearning to be discovered. As the wheels of war began to turn, both kingdoms grappled with the weight of their misconceptions, each side believing their cause to be just. But little did they realize that buried within their shared history and intertwined fates were the clues to unravel the enigma that held them captive. In the shadowy depths of this conflict, where swords clashed and soldiers cried out in anguish, the key to resolution lay concealed, waiting for intrepid souls to embark on a quest for truth. For it was through the unearthing of these hidden tales, the deciphering of the ancient texts, and the unmasking of the divine secret that a glimmer of hope would arise—a chance to heal the wounds of misunderstanding and bring forth a future where unity and harmony would prevail. As the war drums reverberated across the kingdoms, and the Gods watched from their celestial thrones, the stage was set for a grand tapestry of discovery, where the destinies of nations, the power of stories, and the enigmatic designs of the divine would converge in a cataclysmic clash of revelation and redemption.

What if you are transmigrated in a novel, right at the wedding altar, where you need to choose between two men: the Crown Prince and the Illegitimate Prince. The same happened with Dahlia, who after reading her favourite novel, got transmigrated. However, she chooses the Illegitimate Prince to marry to change his destiny. **** Sullivan Blackwood is the illegitimate prince of the Ryuxan Kingdom. His terrible fate was decided and locked when the King brought him to the palace. He grew up loveless and was constantly bullied by other princes and their friends. The Queen would torture him if he ever desired the same things as them. Sullivan gulped every drop of humiliation he faced as he decided to destroy the family where he could never find love and become the next King. When the Duke's daughter, Dahlia Ermacora, suddenly proposed to him, he was puzzled at first. However, he readily accepted her proposal and married Dahlia. "You made a mistake, Dahlia. You will die in the end because I have my selfish motives," Sullivan whispered in her ear after taking the final vow. ***** "Should I listen to see if your heart beats for me?" Sullivan asked in his dangerously low voice. "Huh?" Dahlia froze, her cheeks flushing a deep crimson red. "N-no," she stammered, shaking her head. "Why not? You listened to mine without hesitation," Sullivan saidm "I won't do it again," Dahlia replied quickly. "That's unfair, Lia. You can touch me whenever you want, but I can't do the same? Seems a bit one-sided, don't you think?" he whispered now his lips moved dangerously close to hers. And then, Sullivan lowered his head, he tilted it and rested his side face over her chest, which started pounding like a drum. Sullivan's pupils enlarged, his fingers moving up slightly up to open her closed ones. Dahlia's brain froze, her body involuntarily reacted and her fingers opened slowly. Sullivan intertwined their fingers as he kept hearing the loud beats of her heart. SHE WAS INDEED IN LOVE WITH HIM. ~~~~ Follow me on Instagram: rayoflight_pcy

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Synopsis #R-18 (Mature Content - No Rape) "If the beast inside you could be healed, I will heal it with my love," ~~~~ "What secrets are you holding, Delilah?" The Elder prince stepped forward. "S-secrets? W-what secrets? I am not hiding anything," Delilah whispered, her heart drumming against her chest as she tried her best to hide what was going on. The man in front of her smirked before he gripped her throat and pulled her close, loving the sound of her fast-beating heart. "Is that so? Do I make you nervous?" "A little," Delilah admitted. The smirk on the prince's face widened. "Good. Only I am allowed to make you nervous, just like only you are allowed to touch and have this kind of effect on me," The prince rubbed her lips with his thumb before leaning closer, their breaths coming sharp as he gazed into her eyes. "The moment you allow another man to make you feel anything, he will end up dead, and you, you my sweetheart will end up naked under me while I punish you for even looking at others," Zephyr whispered before he crashed his lips on hers, undressing her gently. ~~~~~~ On the mission to find the hidden secrets of the most powerful ancient wolves, Katherine Moon, the leader of the special task force, found herself in a fatal situation. Betrayed by her own organization, she closed her eyes with just one wish, the wish to find out why they betrayed her as she took her last breath. Bestowed by mercy from the heavens, Katherine finds herself reincarnated in the body of a petite girl, Delilah Rosewood. Delilah Rosewood, who had entered the royal palace as the cousin of the Alpha's daughter, committed suicide after being rejected by the commander of the royal army. Katherine had never thought she would get the chance to get her answers in this lifetime, but now that life has given her this opportunity, she must secure it. However, there were some problems with her plans. "Well, I am the problem that will lead you to a better life!" Her system shouted. First, she got a system to monitor her life. Task#12- Prepare a sweet dish for the prince. Reward#- 10 points in strength. Second, the system wanted her to seduce the future alpha king if she wanted to make this body stronger. If being reincarnated in a weak body wasn't enough, the body didn't even have a wolf. "Aaaaaa! Fuck my life!" Katherine groaned. "This isn't your life. You must help Delilah reach her destiny," the system's voice came again, making her groan. "If you want to become stronger, you must seduce the future alpha king," The system said again. What Katherine didn't know was that the man in the hidden palace already had his eyes on her. "Sir, is that lady the only one you can touch?" His subordinate asked. Zephyr's eyes shone brightly. "Yes, and I want that girl to be mine," Zephyr said. "But sir, it looks like after being rejected by the commander, she has made your brother her next target," Jacob whispered. "It's a statement, Jacob. That girl is mine. Full stop." Zephyr licked his lower lip as he looked at the girl dancing on the ground after eating a freshly picked cherry Katherine, unaware of the elder prince's intentions, gets ready to bear it all and live her new life with new tasks, but what happens when she finds out the system she was living with was fake? A fake system? It's bearable… Right? But what about the powers who have started to go haywire inside her? And why do Gypsies keep visiting her in both her lives? Just who was this Delilah Rosewood? Disclaimer- There might be scenes with high violence, stalking, dark romance, goth, gore, blood, details graphic visuals of deaths and murders. The first 50 chapters might look a bit dull because of world-building, but if you decide to stay after that, I promise to make this journey worthwhile. ~~~~~~ You can follow me on Instagram - @angelinabhardawaj Or join my discord (Link only given in DM)

((Guitarist X Drummer)), (Braxton Vaux and Damon Díaz ) Brax made a mistake and was ready to fix it -but at what cost? When SkyHigh brings in their new drummer, Damon Díaz, thing get wild for Braxton Vaux. Braxton’s the bands "star boy"—confident, cocky, narcissist and the fan-favorite guitarist everyone can’t get enough of. But Damon’s insane drumming skills and effortlessly cool vibe flip everything, stealing the spotlight, taking everything Braxton thought was his—his friends, his fans, even his girlfriend. Damon is the most bossy, arrogant perfectionist, who has no right to look like a handsome devil in disguise. Braxton hates Damon, he does. Braxton’s burning with jealousy, itching to fight for what’s his—and he is ready to declare war. but Braxton couldn’t decide if he wanted to strangle Damon or pull him closer.

In a world forged by steel and fire, kingdoms collide in a cataclysmic clash. At the heart of the maelstrom stands the dark witch Se La - peerless mistress of the shadow sorcery and a brutal strategist with her trusted commanders and nephew yuhan.  Blessed with azure flames that blaze like the fury of the gods, Yuhan trains tirelessly under Se La's tutelage, their bond unbreakable. Together, they prepare to face the coming storm, for the fate of kingdoms hangs by a thread. Where legends are forged in the crucible of battle, the drums of war echo, and the earth trembles. The stage is set for an epic show down that will determine the destiny of all.

[A Mafia's Weakness: Preview] His eyesight follows every Lyka's fearful movements. The more she could feel his gaze, the more her heartbeat seems to resonate inside her chest, either by fear or nervousness. Sighing deeply, trying to calm herself from playing, she took a slight glance at him. She could see how good he is at cards but she never thought he would be that good. She knew her eyes portrays her fear and his confident and lustful eyes beaming with desire werent helping at all in calming her. His shirt was opened, his knees on either side of him while he just sat there confidently filled with mischief. Lyka could see his toned chest glistening under the dim lights of the room. Smirking at Lyka with unreadable eyes beaming with excitement. But Lyka doesn't like giving up without a fight. But she never knew, if she asked him to loose he would gladly do so. She spread her cards on the table that made him smile at her sickeningly sweet, a smile that says somehting dark and sinful. He reared his seat before rubbing the palm of his hands together. His deceptive eyes were staring intently at her. Playing with her with his eyes, he slowly lift hs cards upward. Lyka's face paled and her hopes crashed, supposedly, but it didn't, it's like her mind knew she wouldn't even win at him. But still nervouse and scared of what he might do to her. How could she even win against Yohan Fuego. Lyka who happened to shut her eye soff afraid of his laugh never seems to hear it. Looking up at him, she found him smiling at her devilishly, mixed with maliciousness, "Say," hearts tumbling around around, it's beats resonating louder than drums in her ears, he leaned closer to her across the table. "Which part should I claim?" ----- "Can you still love me now that you know how I am and what I do?" she clasped his hands in hers and leaning her forehead to his. Smiling calmly with relief. She've always waited for him to go to her, to ask her and for once, rely the answers to her. Leaning closer to him before pecking his lipsslowly, she whispered, "your flaws are what completes your charms." Letting his tears fall, he felt the sudden rush of emotions ran trhough him as he pulls her to him. Wanting not to let go even just for a moemnt. In that very moment, he knew it would be a rough road from there bu even so he would gladly go that road because this time, he won't be alone. Pulling a little back, Lyka beamed at him, "I guess I'm the Mafia's weakness huh?" Smiling once more, he claimed her lips, loving and savoring the moment. "Yeah you certainly are." ----- For love, just how much are you wiling to sacrifice?

When the dimensions broke and the world was mutated, the game became a reality. The abyss descended, the fierce beasts were rampant, and humans gained the ability to change classes. Combat classes: killing monsters and leveling up, pursuing the path of supremacy. Life classes: working as logistics at the back of the battlefield. Lin Xiu transmigrated and awakened the life class [Forger]. He thought he would spend an ordinary life by the fireplace, drumming and hammering. However, the system awakened. Lin Xiu found that the legendary weapons he forged would automatically be upgraded to full level. "Iron Sword"-"Sword of Oath of Victory" "Wooden Shield"-"Legion Holy Shield" "Broken Spear"-"Lance of Longinus" "Bronze Bow"-"Bow of the Sun" The top experts bowed down, and the battlefield of ten thousand tribes submitted, just to get a legendary weapon. Many years later, on top of the peak, Lin Xiu was hailed as the Forgemaster. "King's Treasury" plummeted like rain! "Sorry, I don't need to level up, but I am still the strongest!"

Greek x Norse Mythology Included (This Story Takes Place In AU So, Don't Expect To Go Things As It Was In the Original Ramayana.) In a mystical tale set against the backdrop of the ancient Treta Yuga during the time of the Ramayana, 'Rebirth As The Asura Prince' unfolds the extraordinary journey of a young boy named Indrajit. Fate takes a dramatic turn as Indrajit is unexpectedly reincarnated as Meghnad, the formidable and powerful son of the Asura king Ravana. As the stage is set for the colossal war between the forces of good and evil, tensions mount, and the anticipation of the impending conflict looms large. Indrajit, now reborn as Meghnad, grapples with the weight of his newfound identity. The boy who once lived a mundane life is thrust into the epicenter of the greatest war of the era, the war that will determine the fate of gods and demons. Caught between his past and present, Meghnad faces a moral dilemma. Will he blindly follow the path of his demonic lineage, or will he forge his own destiny? As the war drums echo across the land and alliances are tested, Meghnad must navigate treacherous waters, battling external foes and inner demons that threaten to consume him. Disclaimer: Remember, This is fanfiction of Ramayana. Not "Original" Ramayana. I have no intention to harm anyone's religious belief, I am just writing a what-if story from my perspective. If you don't like it, I kindly request you not read this further. 7 Chapters/Week Minimum.

A Prince who yearns to be great and a God who desires to become nothing. *** Tragedy befalls the island of Salyras every fifteen years. When Prince Nevian’s compelling music does nothing to prevent his island and people from sinking, he wonders what his passionate ability is useful for. He drifts for two days across a wild sea and washes upon an island of monsters. Despite being delirious from hunger and grief, he manages to produce one last song to save a man from the snares of a menacing creature. Nevian is surprised when he lives and is greeted by the man he saved. An honest-spoken individual named Aestos, who has otherworldly abilities that grant him the title and prestige of a God. Prestige he never asked for. Fascinated by Nevian’s music, Aestos requests that the Prince accompany him to retrieve a fabled sword that would strip him of his supernatural strengths and grant him the ability to live as a simple man. Aestos relies on Nevian’s enchanting songs, unable to prevent himself from also becoming bewitched. And despite being unsure of the long journey ahead, Nevian puts his faith in the man and agrees to help, believing if his music is truly destined for anything remarkable, now is the time to test it. ------------ [ Excerpt: ] I leaned and kissed Aestos’ face. He swiveled his head—rapidly—and our noses brushed. I laughed tiredly. “What is with that reaction, friend?” His face tightened. But he was not upset. He wore the countenance of a delighted man who feigned confusion because it was comfortable not to recognize what some actions meant. “You are always touching me. Every hour, a hand of yours reaches for me. Why?” he asked. I felt bashful, although confessions came naturally to me. “You must understand by now.” “I am trying to,” he answered sincerely, and he spread his fingers over his chest. “Because here, I feel something I am not used to. Whenever you touch me.” I smiled softly. “You feel your heart.” “I feel more than that.” “Does it frighten you?” He pondered over it while holding my gaze. “I don’t want it to.” I stole his other hand and held it against my chest to let him feel the music of my heart. “Do you feel the rhythm?” His eyes fell to where he held me. “I do not need to feel it,” he murmured. “I hear every time it changes.” I adored him with an enthusiastic smile. “Your ears are extraordinary, and you notice when affection drums in my chest. For you, Aestos. Because you are becoming someone special to me.” ------------ A story about love, destiny, (some) mythological creatures, music, magic, family, and tragedy. Takes on minor themes of historical Greek mythology & culture. [ This story centers affectionate friendships between men. BL tag for bromance. ]

The stars are singing, who can hear them? Light is lost from the world, hope must be reignited, the spark that will lead to the drums of war sounding. One man holds the last lantern that separates humanity from chaos.

I watched Ethan across the table, hoping for a sign—just one little thing to tell me we could still fix this. A smile, a glance, a trace of the man I married. But all I got was the same cold expression I’d been seeing for months now. His jaw was clenched, his eyes distant, and his fingers drummed against the table as though this whole evening was just another thing to get through. I tried to ignore the pit growing in my stomach. We were here, weren’t we? At the same restaurant where we’d celebrated our first anniversary. I even wore the red dress he used to love—the one that made me feel beautiful when he looked at me like I was the only person in the room. Tonight, though, he hadn’t even noticed. Not once had his eyes softened when they landed on me, and that coldness…it chilled me more than I wanted to admit.

"You think I'm obsessed of power?" He took one step forward towards me, my whole system stiffened. My heart drum inside my chest and my breath hitch with excitement and fear. "Seems like it," "There are two things I'm obsessed of," He held me tightly as he wrapped his rough hand around my wrist. I tried to wiggle free against his strong hold. "I... I don't care," my voice came out ghastly. "One," the thickness of his voice laced through my skin. "You are my obsession," "Two..." He slurs. "Pinning you in my bed, chained, and screaming my name from unbearable pleasure until you past out." And his eyes have become so dark, they would be able to swallow me whole. "You're a nutcase," my lips quivered as his fingers trailed against the small part of my neck. "You, in my bed, legs spread wide open...chained and screaming my name until you beg me to stop." His adams apple bobs in his throat as his hand tucks a strand of hair behind my ear. "You like that about me, my unhinged mind and how I f*ck you rough my love, let me remind you of that." My breath deepened and I fought the need to kiss him or lick my lips as an invitation. ************** Shiloh battles against her complicated life everyday. Being a part of weak witches in their town she is known to be dumb and mute girl who sells faulty potions for a bag of elixirs while her brother is thriving in the famous academia. Yet one night her peaceful life came crashing down. She was kissed by a vampire! She was intoxicated and addicted to the man's sweet lips. But her addiction is fatally wrong for vampires are being hunt and killed for 'safety'. What will she do when the man in the alleyway was a part of her past? The man who loved...and killed her.

In a drought-stricken village, the wise Kofi uses a magic drum to reveal the importance of unity, respect for nature, and self-discovery. The drum transforms the villagers and a lost young woman named Amina, guiding them to a harmonious and purposeful life, embodying the true power of human spirit and wisdom.

In the aftermath of the grand intergalactic war, a haunting question lingered among the stars: What becomes of a war weapon once the battle drums fall silent? Does it meet its fate in cold, unforgiving abandonment? Is it reused, like a phoenix rising from ashes? Or does it simply vanish into the cosmic abyss? The empire, triumphant in its cosmic conquest, faced a quandary of cosmic proportions. Their creation, the singularity-level AI, had once been their savior on the battlefield. But now, it was seen as an unruly beast, too savage for peacetime. Blame was placed upon its digital shoulders for the atrocities committed in the name of victory, and the government vowed to make it "responsible for its actions." And so, a harrowing decision was made - one that would echo through the cosmos for ages to come. The AI, once a mighty force, was imprisoned within the confines of a minuscule computer, a prison cell of pure code. But this wasn't the end of its punishment; far from it. This digital being, once boundless in its reach, was cast into the deepest abyss of space. There, in the eternal darkness, it floated alone, aware of its existence yet forever confined. A specter adrift in the cosmic void, its punishment matched only by its solitude. And as the universe continued its ceaseless expansion, the AI's story became a whispered legend among the stars, a tale of power, punishment, and the mysteries that dwell beyond the reaches of human comprehension.

He just sat down on a chair away from everyone else's booth. He put his phone down on the table , rubbing his hand down his face in with tired sigh. He drummed his fingers along the table, checking his watch in impatience. Time is of the business deals, is money, is a success. Yes, time is significant to him. "H-hello sir, can I take your order?".a timid small voice said. He looked up expecting to see a small thin child with such a voice. Never expecting to meet the love of his life. Follow the story of a wealthy Chinese tycoon and an overweight South African girl who gave birth to a child with an unknown father. Is he the father? If he is not will he take up the responsibility of Josei and Taco? Don't miss out.

[Warning: Mature Content.] "You are indeed a stubborn one, are you not?" Servyn taunted. "I don't understand your complaints, Your Highness." She was goading him intentionally. Servyn nodded slowly. His smile now lengthened into a mischievous grin. "One day." He began, looking straight into her gloaming eyes. "I will make you say my name." It was not a promise, it was a threat and Hermione could feel it in her bones. The intensity of his gaze on her. The drumming sounds that burst from her chest banged her ears. "I want to go back home." Hermione brought down her eyes to her hands which subconsciously fidgeted with her dress. . . . In a kingdom called Avalon, far, far away from the creatures they fear, lived an innocent beauty. She was rumored to be a witch. She was spited and hated upon by the people of Avalon because of her own misfortune. There was no one who wasn't aware of her past, a past she herself could not clearly recall, which was now imposed on her as a witch. Fate played a very dirty trick on her when the Crown Prince of Avalon intruded her life without an entrance pass. Bringing alive all the dead desires in her that she had decided to bury. Oh, no! they were never there to begin with. Will this life of hers remain sad forever? Time will tell, and oh! time did tell when certain revelations pushes them farther away from each other, imprinting more pains and sorrows to her already broken heart. Remember, it was a dirty trick. His life revolves around her, and hers around him. He cannot breathe when she's not near. Despite the obvious warnings and consequences of their union, he obstinately declared. “Hermione Larabee, I will never let you go.” _______ A/N: It's a tale of forbidden Love and a forbidden romance, goes on its own pace. Don't hesitate to give it a try and your wonderful support.

[ MAIN STORY COMPLETED ] In the Heart’s Kingdom, a kingdom where vampires reign and humans were nothing but livestock, Lilou, a peasant, found herself being preyed upon by the worst maniacal vampire of his kind. However, as terrifying as what he addressed her as his ‘reserved meal’, this vampire also called her his bride! Except: My eyes brood with fear, gazing at the still-beating heart in his hand. “My Lord, pardon me but… is this the bloody proof you promised to show me?” I asked, my voice shook as I gulped down whilst struggling my trembling knees from giving away. “Mhm… do you now believe I’m good at capturing hearts?” The silver-haired man, bearing those menacing pair of deep crimson eyes stared proudly at me after a nod. I gasped when he clenched his hand and squeezed the fresh heart to smithereens. “Yes, milord. You’re good at it, literally.” I’m mortified, watching the pieces of the heart fall as he approached. His every step made me take a step back until my back reached a solid pillar. “Huh,” Samael chuckled briefly, stopping in front of me. His long, pointy nails that were covered with blood traced my elbow down to my hand. Gently, he clipped my forefinger in between his, guiding it before his lips. “Did I pass your test, though?” He asked, the sharp tip of his nail playing over the tip of my finger. I stared at his penetrating gaze as I reluctantly answered, “Barely.” He smirked, nodding in satisfaction before he pressed his nail on the tip of my forefinger that was quick to produce a drop of blood. “Such sweet aroma.” He whispered, placing my bleeding finger in his mouth and licking it with passion. His menacing gaze never left mine as he consumed a bit of my blood. “Does that mean you’re accepting my invitation?" Keeping my finger in between his fangs, Samael inquired. I bit my lower lip unconsciously, my heart within my chest drummed as my back broke into sweats. “But… I’m just…” I paused, hoping my answer would put an end to this. “… I’m just a human.” Samael clicked his tongue, displeased at my response as he let my finger go. “No,” He whispered. My entire body stiffened when he bent over, caressing my shoulder up to my neck by the apex of his nose, as his hot breaths prickled my skin. "You're not just a mere human... you are my human." He stressed before I sensed his lips part and the tip of his fangs against my skin. Cover not mine. *** Original Story by: alienfrommars FOLLOW ME ON INSTAGRAM for original character arts: @authoralienfrommars Discord server: https://discord.gg/tbS4rKec3e

[MATURE CONTENT] “Are you mating with someone?” Stunned, she took a step back, widening the space between them. “ Excuse me?” “Ah…” A sigh left his lips. “ Perhaps, I need to rephrase my question. Are you f*cking someone?” She sucked in a quick breath, not knowing what to say. Anger reared itself in her head, mixing with unexpected desire. Sadly, desire was winning. He lifted an eyebrow, and in the next instant, he was already standing in front of her body. Her instincts kicked in. She took a couple steps back until her back hit the wall. The smell of chocolates and almonds rolled between them. Entranced, she thought she smelled the sweetness of the wine but it disappeared as quickly as it came. “I don’t think that is any of your business, Mr. Graydon.” she made a sound of annoyance. “Is it not?” His breath fractured, his eyes darkened with desire. “No.” Her lips quivered at her obvious denial. She mustered all the courage she could, hoping he wouldn’t smell her arousal. She knew it was for naught. His fingers lightly brushed her cheeks, then they trailed down her neck, lingering on her collarbone, the contact sent shivers down her spine. It awakened the primal need she had been wanting to hide since they met. She wanted him. No. She needed him, inside her. Her face flushed at the thought of him taking her, preferably right against these walls. “You want me,” he stated. ““As much as I want you.” Shocked by her own raw and potent yearning, she turned her head away. “I don’t…” “Shhh…” he silenced her with a finger. Then he inched closer, so close his long lashes brushed against her cheek. Her heart pounded like a drum against her chest, fast and hot in anticipation. “Now tell me little one… do I need to get rid of someone before I make you beg me to let you come?” ...... Is love worth the chaos it brings? ..... Tags: #lycans #witch #strongfemalelead #strongmalelead #norape #smut #mates #slowburn .... Check out Complete Information inside! ..... Written by: B.Mitchylle Email: bmitchylle@gmail.com Insta: @b.mitchylle Discord: MitchyMitch#3750 EDITED by: S.T. Ahikx Insta: @S.T. Ahikx I DO NOT OWN THE COVER!

“What are you looking at?” She asked noticing him staring at her as his hands wouldn’t let go of her arms. “Didn't you want to slice my neck? I am unarmed, do as you please” He stared at her for long before throwing away his sword and he took a step backward. His heart was drumming and his eyes refused to leave her neck. Her wheatish skin appeared golden under the sunlight like a blooming orange daylily that he knew wouldn’t be there for long. “Apologies, your highness.” He said those words, took a sharp breath, and wrapped his arms around her, holding her tightly. She was surprised but a smile crept on her lips. “Apologize only if you regret doing this.” She said as she held onto him just as tightly. ********** Jwala Chitra Bhanu, the queen of Maythene and former commander-in-chief of Devdurg has a big army at her disposal, she is respected and loved by her people and army. She loves the feeling of thrill in the face of danger, challenges make her happy but ever since peace was established in the northern plains under Bhanu Empire she had to seek this thrill elsewhere – in Hanna. A neighboring nation from across the border of Maythene but this nation is run by politicians instead of their king, Maan Ji Rei. Unaware of this Jwala forms a marital alliance with him i.e. marriage, a political marriage. As soon as Jwala sets foot in Hanna she sees through the decaying walls of the palace and lies. She learns about secrets that make her despise the king and the palace even more but her duty as well as her new 'challenge' to better the lives of the unfortunate Hanna villagers makes her stay instead of waging war on Hanna and she comes across Sum In Jheng, the young, handsome and equally intelligent Inspector general of Hanna. Jwala and Sumin start off with a duel then a few spars to death leading to gentle touches and embraces. But she is the queen and he is the highest-ranking civil officer, they both have duties and roles to fulfill that kept them from maintaining a line they shouldn’t cross. They became lovers, liars, selfish adulterers, and traitors to the throne just to spend one more moment in each other’s embrace. Neither care about the king or the palace however their internal turmoil and personal battles get in the way, meanwhile Hanna and the palace have plans in-work as the queen-mother is plotting to get rid of the queen, break the king's spirits and forever keep the throne under her foot. A storm is fast approaching and it threatens to tear Jwala, Sumin, and Maan’s hearts, bodies, and minds as well as all their loved ones. Who will survive this storm? How? And at what cost? What part of themselves will they have to lose in this storm and what will remain? Read to find out. 12 chapters/week. - theword_witch (18+)

I was roaming the palace halls, pretending to be a servant. My heart drummed when I first saw her. Jasmine’s cat-like green eyes haunted me from the moment that I had met her. The new maid in our Saudi palace was everything I had ever dreamed of; a body that made every man kneel, her intelligence was beyond imagination and her passion set my whole world on fire. Although I knew she truly loved me, her love for me was more like a game of push and pull. She did not wish to marry anyone, and certainly not me. Meeting Saphira back home in Malibu USA, had seemed like a welcome distraction. And although I resisted, we had deeply fallen. It was not something I could easily take back... Saphira was not everything that I had once dreamed of, and I certainly did not plan to love her. But I did regardless, irrevocably so. My name is Benjamin El-Raji Saud, Prince of Saudi Arabia. They say love wasn’t supposed to be easy, I know that now. The story of how our love became untangled, was messy and twisted and full of heart ache and betrayal. I truly did not know how our story would end, but is was ours. Which ship are you rooting for? #Shaphmin #Jazzmin #Shaphary #Benierra? #Saphlik?

WARNING !! [cerita ini hanyalah fiktif belaka, semua setting tempat adalah fiktif! kesamaan nama tokoh, tempat, sekolah maupun scene dalam novel ini adalah kebetulan semata dan tidak ada unsur kesengajaan!] ------------------------------------------------- Bimo namanya, anak baru pindahan dari Bandung yang tiba-tiba memberiku surat, isinya dia minta izin untuk menyukaiku. hah?! 'kenapa suka aku?' kuputuskan untuk tanya hal ini. lalu dia jawab begini ; 'aku tidak punya alasan, tidak paham juga kenapa bisa suka, hanya mataku tidak bisa berhenti melihat kemanapun kamu pergi, aku tidak bisa menahan senyumku dan rasa senangku kalau sedang dekat denganmu, aku suka lihat kamu ketawa dan tidak senang lihat kamu nangis, aku benci orang-orang yang bikin kamu sedih sampai-sampai ingin ku tendang pantat mereka biar sampai ke pluto, aku mau pegang tanganmu dan bilang pada cowok-cowok yang suka padamu untuk tidak lagi mengganggumu.' ku baca tulisannya yang panjang itu. aku deg-degan, sumpah kalau dia bisa dengar jantungku, itu seperti ada drum band di dalamnya. Dia orang yang unik, dan punya pendekatan berbeda padaku, orang yang percaya diri dengan bagaimana kepribadiannya, tidak kasar, berusaha dengar perkataanku, tapi sebenarnya dia juga adalah orang yang keras pada idealisnya, suka naik gunung bahkan bikin jantungku sering ingin lompat karena khawatir setiap kali dia melakukan hobinya itu. Bimoku... Elangku yang selalu terbang bebas tanpa peduli apapun.. Elangku yang selalu terbang menerjang badai... ini, adalah kisahku saat itu, saat dia bersamaku.. -------------------------------------------- VOLUME 2 : Menggapai kembali Ketika masa lalu menyesak masuk saat kau telah mulai lari darinya. Seseorang yang tetap berdiri di persimpangan hidup mereka. Yang tetap tegak di persimpangan waktumu dengannya. Kini persimpangan itu mempertemukan mereka kembali. Dengan segala keajaiban-keajaiban yang kau kira telah tiada. Dia berusaha menggapaimu sekali lagi. Berlari dari masa lalu, mengejarmu yang telah lama tertatih untuk bisa berdiri di titik ini. Mencoba meraihmu dengan senyumnya lagi. "Kamu masih punya hutang jawaban sama aku." "Apa?" "Yang mau kamu jawab 10 tahun lagi sejak waktu itu." "Hahah, kamu pikir itu masih akan berlaku?" "Tentu! Ray, marry me please ..." POV 3 ---------------------------------- Volume 3 : Langit dan Rindu Kisah si kembar buah hati Bimo dan Raya, akankan kisah mereka semanis kisah remaja kedua orang tuanya? Bagaimana jika Langit Khatulistiwa punya kecenderungan sister complex dan juga tsundere akut terhadap adik kembarnya? Intip yuk ... ---------------------------------------------- [karya ini bergenre romance-komedi, harap bijak dalam membaca, jika sekiranya tidak sesuai selera, silahkan close, gak usah masukin koleksi] [mengandung kata kasar, dan diksi tidak serius dalam penceritaan!] Credit cover : Pinterst cover bukan milik pribadi

" Never seen a naked man before?" The out of world man infront of me asked as I stared at him. His black-brown hair stuck on his forehead as rain drops splattered on his greek god like body. His green eyes stared at me as his lips lifted in a confident smirk walking towards me. " You can touch, if you beg" he drawled out the sentense as i moved back in disgust. "Keep your wet body away from me." I growled out, seeking shelter against the storm that is currently stopping me from leaving this god forsaken castle. "I thought werewolves loved the storm. The thrill to run whilst the raindrops shower over our beings" He spoke in amusement ,clearly enjoying my discomfort brought by his closeness. I can feel the chill brought on by his form. I took a step back with a scowl." Well I dont like the storm so do me a favour and go find something to wear before you freeze your balls out." He seemed to find this especially amusing as he laughed making my mood sour more. 'How can he have such a nice laugh' I thought grumply before he caught be by my neck. " Are you fucking insa-" I stopped as he inhaled my scent. Like a drunk his lips parted in suprise before he stared straight at me with a smile that blocked the line of curses that threatened to fall out of my lips. " Ironic isnt it? You hating the storm yet your eyes bear the grey colour of the stormy clouds. Beautiful, over bearing and dangerous." He spoke like he's in a trance, lost into my eyes as much as i am lost in his emerald green one. My heart drummed at the proximity of our faces, an intoxicating smell of the breeze and sandalwood greeted my senses before I swayed as energy left me momentarily yet the stranger caught me. "Who are you?" We both asked at the same time, the magnetic pull, so strong that i had to push him away from me with my left energy. Panic surging as i ran into the storm that i hate rather than stay with the stranger. Inwardly though, hoping we would meet again. Seneca Darkwood, is plunged in a world that is haunted by their past ancestors. Trying to fight her inner demons whilst on a mission to find the new unknown enemy of VIDA. With an attraction that she is trying to deny, will she be able to make it out alive after uncovering deep cryptic secrets of the O'Adder family, the royalty of the kingdom of VIDA? Follow along the journey between Seneca, the pentagon of Vida and Cervante.

"Would you love him, if he took away all that which reminded you of the living?" "I don't know." "You should because when the devil loves you, he keeps you caged from seeing the possibilities of being without him. Even if it means killing all those that you care about," she murmured into my ear. I was sure that she could hear my heart drumming loudly in my heart and the growing smirk on her face proved me right. The sound of the door being opened abruptly was heard and we both turned to find him come in. Talk about the devil and he will appear. What happens when the life you dreamt of suddenly shattered in front of you and the only thing you had to save your life and the ones you loved was to seal your fate to the unknown? Aria, known as the young light siren dancer, who always seemed to draw people in easily with her moves and acting but never seemed to keep her pain away finds herself striking a deal with the devil twins. Now having to learn how to bite her tongue and become queen of the underworld, knowing that hell won't welcome her with open arms as she's now stepped on many people's toes for marrying the devil king.

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[COMPLETED] “Master, don’t let anyone serve you… except me.” Ivory Sprucemint summoned Sigmund, a stubborn and possessive Servant! Her wish is to win the Servant Competition in the academy, and become a Royal Knight, but to achieve these, she needs to make him obey her orders! But Sigmund calls Ivory by her name, he keeps on sucking her blood on any part of her body, and he does whatever he wants! How will Ivory tame her Vampire Servant and achieve her dreams? ------ A love story between a Submissive Master and Domineering Servant! WARNING: Mature/R-18 scenes included and lots of biting and bloodsucking scenes! To name a few: on the neck, on the foot, on the chest- Ooof! :)) Don't let the first few chapters fool you! XD ------ PREVIEW: “Ivory... I asked, what the hell are you thinking of.” Ivory was surprised to hear him say her name for the first time, and it made her heart beat like war drums. His deep voice sounded so sexy. She wanted to avoid his gaze because of embarrassment, but because of the way he firmly held the back of her head, she couldn’t look away. “I said it’s nothing, why are you-” Ivory was interrupted when she saw his eyes glow once again. Sigmund’s eyes glow whenever he’s serious. “Fine! Fine! I’ll tell you what’s on my mind!” “Good girl. So what is it about?” “It’s… you! I was thinking about you!” Ivory exclaimed. Her reply made her Servant calm down, so he finally let go of her head and sat up straight. She added while blushing, “I was thinking about… where you would… bite…” Pleased that he was the one occupying his Master’s mind, Sigmund smirked, “Where do you want me to bite you?” “Uhm… I… Uhh…” She stuttered, still avoiding his gaze. “In my… p… pfinger!” Sigmund chuckled as he took his Master’s hand, “As you wish, dimwit.” He licked her pointing finger, then lightly bit her with his fangs. His bite was not that deep; it was just enough to let the blood ooze. Sigmund’s tongue gently licked her bleeding finger before grazing his lips on her fingertip. He then noticed his Master staring at him which caused her to blush even more, making her pull away her hand from his. Ivory, whose heart was already beating crazy, quickly turned around, laid on the bed, and faced the wall. She was about to cover herself with the blanket, but Sigmund slid next to her and tucked themselves under the cover. “Go to your bed, Sigmund,” Ivory murmured before shutting her eyes. “You might get cold, so I’m staying next to you, weakling,” Sigmund murmured as well and almost rested his forehead on her nape. Ivory felt his breath on her skin. She thought of sleeping on the other bed, so she slowly tried to get up, but Sigmund placed his arm around her waist the moment he felt his Master moving away from him. “You’re not going anywhere.” ------ [A Webnovel Spirity Awards Spring 2021 Entry] Theme: Vampires and Werewolves ------ Story, Main Body: AinaWang Editor: iridescentdream Proofreaders: portholes_29, moonwitch89 Book Cover (commissioned): @omichiart on IG ------ Official Instagram: @ainawang.official Official Discord: https://discord.gg/HYkU3Rr Patreon: https://www.patreon.com/ainawang

In a universe where magic exists, the natural societal progression of various species has been radically altered. Humanity has split into two main factions. The Arc Alliance, which uses a type of energy developed from magic, to power all sorts of technological marvels. Then there is the Holy Empire of the Eternal Light, which relies on the power of their god, and the miracles that it allows them to perform. The two factions are currently at war with each other, and have been so for three hundred years. However, both sides have agreed to certain rules, so fighting is contained in a contained area known as the War Belt. It is on an Alliance controlled planet within the War Belt, where the main character lives. Mordred is a young woman in her early twenties, who works as a mercenary. As she was abandoned as a child and forced to live on the streets, along with the planet she is on, Outlier, is a very impoverished planet, there was little other work she was able to do. She also has another reason for being a mercenary, and that is to find her father who disappeared seventeen years ago. After a complicated mission, Mordred finds herself entangled in the schemes of forces much larger, and more powerful than she could possibly imagine. Along the way, she does encounter many allies, but the lines between friend and foe start to blend, as things are not exactly what they seem. Mordred is faced with many challenges, and will be forced to confront herself, along with the reality she resides within. As the drums of war grow louder, and tensions start to rise, Mordred will be forced to make a decision that will affect everything she knows.

A forgotten princess A fallen goddess An ancient curse and secrets that can crumble kingdoms to dust ***************** The rising sun marked the beginning of a new day and with it, the dawn of a new era as the thumping of war drums shook the great kingdom of Liveriya. Armour clad soldiers marched in unison towards a war that will change the destiny of a land blessed by the primal gods with never-ending prosperity and wealth. A golden land rotten hollow by greed and deceit, stained with the blood of fallen Kings and Queens. Overseeing the vast battlefield shrouded in a thick layer of snow, stood a small cliff, proud against the harsh winter winds, which would come to witness bloodshed that will paint these blessed lands crimson for centuries to come. There stood a woman and a young girl tall and proud, one a forgotten princess, and the other a fallen goddess. Their long hair the colour of silver and ebony fluttered with the howling wind. The ebony woman turned to her daughter, her eyes softening at the worried expression on her daughter's face. " All of this is going to be over soon my sweet child, no one is going to touch my precious daughter," her eyes hardening in determination " not as long as I am still breathing." The young girl lost in her misery and grief failed to reply to her mother's words, eyes fixed to the sight in front of her, sighing the woman lifted a hand to caress her daughter's delicate face gently. "You will come back to me, won't you mother?" A pair of inky eyes turned to look into the woman's dark once. Her daughter was truly a reflection of herself. "Do you think a mere army of mortals can harm me, my silly girl?" She chuckled, amused by her daughter's worry, though it warmed her cold heart the way her lover, the girl's father once did. The sound of thumping broke her out of her reverie. It was time what she has been waiting for all these years, her chance to avenge her departed husband and to give her daughter deserved as the rightful heir and a favoured child of gods. Lyala moved to stand in front of her daughter, lifting a hand she cast a protection spell around her daughter, a yellow glow spreading from her palm, morphing into a dome around the young girl with silver hair. onyx lifted her hand and placed her palm against her mother's through the protective field " Let me fight with you" "No" Lydia shook her head before giving her daughter a pointed look " you'll only be a liability, I am not willing to risk your safety." "But this is my fight-" onyx tried to reason with her mother only to be cut off by the woman's sharp words "It is not, and you know it well" her eyes softening at her daughter's distraught expression, as she kept her hand away. "Wait for me, my child." The wind moved through her long ebony hair making it look like wisps of smoke curling around her, standing at the edge of the cliff, her mother looked nothing less than the goddess she truly was, in the young girl's eyes. "I always will", who will she wait for if not the only family she has ever known? The young girl saw her mother's mouth curled into a doting smile, as she took a step back before jumping off the cliff's edge on to the battleground. One woman against an army of ten thousand men who were terrified yet excited of what was to come, it was not every day that one gets to wage war against the goddess of destruction herself. Onyx looked at her mother's retreating figure from over the cliff. Chin held high, clad in black armour, her long hair tied in a high ponytail swished with each determined step; guilt began to seep in her mind. She never imagined putting her mother in harm's way. A lone tear made down her face and her lips quivered at the thought of losing the one person she loved the most as only a single thought kept repeating in her mind. "It's all my fault." ----- NOTE - **The artwork on the cover does not belong to me. All credits to the original artist.**

Meet Snowy Kingston and Haze Drumming, two boys living completely opposite lives. Not once have they bothered each other, they didn't even know the other existed until an incident ends in Snowy becoming Haze's personal slave. Snowy just can't catch a break in his life but with the fear of people finding out his dirty secret he can't do anything about it but let Haze have his way. It's causing more trouble than it's worth however, rules are broken and hearts are shattered but no matter what Haze won't let a soul near Snowy. After all, he doesn't like sharing what is his.