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The Fire We Feed

Taryn fights monsters. Lucien is one. Season 1: Forced to team up by the very council she’s made to serve, Taryn finds herself trapped with Lucien—a vampire with too many secrets and a smile that makes her blood run hot. In the midst of growing dangers, the two of them must work together to survive. But the closer they get, the harder it becomes to tell where the real threat lies—outside their walls, or between them. Lucien knows better than to care. He’s spent years perfecting the art of detachment, but something about Taryn makes it impossible to stay indifferent. The fire she carries is fierce, dangerous—and every moment with her only stokes the flames higher. Bound by circumstance and haunted by shadows neither of them can outrun, Taryn and Lucien are playing a game they can’t afford to lose. The fire between them grows hotter with every step, but giving in might cost them everything. Some fires are meant to burn. Others consume. This one could destroy them both. Season 2: Framed for assassinations they didn’t commit, Taryn and Lucien are thrust into a deadly game where trust is scarce and betrayal lurks in every shadow. As the fragile peace between powerful factions begins to unravel, they must navigate a labyrinth of secrets and lies, uncovering dangerous truths about those who seek to control them. As tensions rise, their bond is tested in ways neither anticipated, and their personal struggles threaten to fracture their fragile partnership. Against the backdrop of a brewing war, new allies and enemies emerge, challenging their notions of trust and loyalty. As the season hurtles toward its climactic revelations, Taryn and Lucien must decide what they are willing to sacrifice—and who they can rely on—in a world that seeks to tear them apart. Season 3: When safety is a fleeting memory and enemies circle ever closer, Taryn, Lucien, and Kah’el find themselves bound by necessity in a secluded forest haven. As mysterious threats prowl the shadows and signs of encroaching danger multiply, the trio works to fortify their defenses while grappling with unspoken tensions and buried truths. Strange tracks near their clearing suggest a threat greater than any of them anticipated, forcing them into a delicate balance of survival and trust. For Taryn, every decision risks fracturing the fragile alliance that’s formed between them, as the boundaries of loyalty blur and their individual pasts clash with their shared present. Season 4: After months of running, fighting, and barely surviving, Taryn, Lucien, and Kah’el have found something they never expected—stability. A quiet town. A steady job. A place to rest. But peace is a fragile thing, and none of them know how to live without looking over their shoulders. Lucien thrives in the chaos of tavern life, slipping effortlessly into his role, as if he was always meant for this world. Taryn, on the other hand, struggles with the illusion of safety, waiting for the inevitable knife in the dark. And Kah’el? He watches them both, steady as ever, knowing that nothing stays easy forever. But the past doesn’t let go so easily. And no matter how well they play the part, they are still who they have always been—fighters, survivors, something sharp waiting to cut. For now, they have warmth, stolen moments, and a life they could almost believe in. But peace is just another kind of lie. And sooner or later, every lie breaks.
JadedButCute · 221.7K Views

Rejected By The Alpha King; But She Is The Key

The air in the secluded passage crackled with a tension that was both palpable and suffocating. Arin, her back pressed against the cold stone wall, watched as Roan stalked towards her, his eyes burning with a mixture of rage and a chillingly possessiveness. It had been months since he had cast her aside, months since his words had shattered her world, yet the memory of his rejection remained as sharp as shattered glass. He had found her alone, a rare moment of solitude in the bustling citadel, and he had seized the opportunity to confront her. Jealousy, a venomous and unfamiliar serpent, coiled within him, fueled by the sight of her arrival alongside Alpha Zayan. Though he would never admit it, the unexpected image of her with anyone, talk more an Alpha gnawed at his pride, a stark reminder of his judgment. "So," he began, his voice a low, menacing growl, "the whore returns." Arin's chin lifted, her eyes flashing with a defiant fire. She refused to cower before him, to allow him the satisfaction of seeing her break. "I came with Alpha Zayan," she corrected, her voice steady, "at his invitation." Roan scoffed, his lips curling into a sneer. "An invitation," he echoed, his voice dripping with sarcasm. "How convenient. I suppose you've been… entertaining him in exchange for his protection?" He stepped closer, his imposing figure casting a long, intimidating shadow over her. "You always were good at selling yourself, weren’t you? First me, then whoever else was willing to take you." He watched her, his eyes filled with a cruel satisfaction, as if he expected her to crumble beneath his insults. He wanted to see her break, to see her reduced to the trembling, humiliated woman he had left behind. But Arin had changed. The pain of his rejection had forged a resilience within her, a strength she never knew she possessed. She had learned to value her own worth, to define herself outside of his judgment. A slow, deliberate smile spread across her lips, a smile that held no warmth, only a chillingly detached amusement. "I would rather be a whore in a cheap bar," she said, her voice laced with a quiet contempt, "than be your whore, King Roan." His eyes widened, a flicker of surprise momentarily breaking through his mask of arrogance. He had expected tears, pleas, perhaps even a desperate attempt to defend her honor. He had not expected defiance.
SukieWrites · 2.4K Views

The key of terrer

อาจเป็นเพราะความเผลอไผลหรือความเบื่อหน่ายชั่วขณะ อัลเลย์ อาโดนิส ถึงได้ลองเข้าร้านดูดวงที่เจอระหว่างทาง หลังจากครั้งนั้นตนก็ต้องเจอกันฝันร้ายแบบเดิมซ้ำๆ ในทุกคืน พบเจอสิ่งแปลกๆ และสังเกตเห็นบางอย่างที่ไม่เคยนึกถึง จนสุดท้ายก็ได้หลับไปในวันเกิดของตัวเองตลอดกาล หากแต่ถ้านั้นไม่ใช่ฝันร้ายแต่เป็นโลกความเป็นจริงล่ะ? ผู้ชายแปลกหน้าที่ทำนายดวงให้ตนคนนั้นคือใคร? อัลเลย์ได้ตื่นขึ้นมาในฝันร้ายอีกครั้งแต่ครั้งนี้เขาจะไม่ได้ฝันถึงโลกเก่าอีกต่อไป หากในโลกแห่งทวยเทพและผู้วิเศษ สิ่งมีชีวิตจากเหวลึก และตัวตนที่เรียกว่าเสียงของพระเจ้า ต่างมีความปรารถนาที่จะมาบรรจบกันในปลายทางแห่งโชคชะตา หากชีวิตที่ผ่านมาของตนนั้นเป็นแค่เรื่องแต่งที่ถูกควบคุมอยู่ จงทำลายกฎเกณฑ์และกลายเป็นจ้าวแห่งฝันร้ายซะ [กุญแจแห่งลางมรณะ] ผู้นำพาฝันร้าย ความตาย และสงคราม ------------------------------------- swamp cat เรื่องนี้แต่งยาวๆ เป็นนิยายเรื่องแรกที่แต่งแบบจริงจัง จะอัพได้ประมาณสัปดาห์ละ2-3ตอน  ภาพหน้าปกเป็นภาพชั่วคราวที่วาดขึ้นเอง ห้ามนำไปใช้อย่างอื่น
swamp_cat · 3.5K Views

The Forsaken Key

Im Minsu, a young woman who returns to her quiet village after failing her graduation exams. With the weight of disappointment heavy on her shoulders, she seeks solace in the familiar surroundings of her childhood home, a hanok nestled in the heart of nature. However, what should have been a peaceful retreat quickly spirals into a series of mysterious events that shatter the calm. Minsu soon uncovers that her aunt, who disappeared without a word when Minsu was still in high school, had been involved in a dangerous pact with dark forces. Her aunt's sudden departure wasn't a simple escape—it was an attempt to shield Minsu from a curse that now seems to have followed her home. In the village, Minsu crosses paths with Kim Hyowon, the enigmatic owner of a local tea shop. His cryptic warnings and strange behavior draw her deeper into the web of dark magic that her aunt had been entangled in. As she delves into the mystery of her aunt's disappearance and the shadowy forces at play, Minsu learns that the curse is not only tied to her family but to her very existence. As she navigates the haunting truths of the past, Minsu must confront powerful spirits and unravel her aunt’s secrets in order to stop the curse from consuming her too. Alongside Hyowon, who harbors his own hidden past, Minsu embarks on a journey to uncover the truth, facing trials that test her courage and strength. But the deeper she delves into the mystery, the more she realizes that the battle is not just about survival—it’s about reclaiming her future and her identity, even if it means confronting the ghosts of her past and the sins that have haunted her family for years.
Ryu_Rina_ · 4.3K Views

The Whispers of Waves and Fire

The night should have been steeped in darkness, but instead, the heavens blazed. A second sun rose over the Kingdom of Eldoria, bathing the land in ethereal gold. Flowers bloomed in an instant, their petals unfurling as if reaching for an unseen deity. The animals of the Whispering Woods stirred, their cries rising in eerie harmony. It was a sign. A rare omen. A child of the elements had been born. But not one child—two. Inside the Dravenhart estate, hidden deep within the forest, screams shattered the unnatural stillness. Lady Althea Dravenhart clung to the sweat-drenched sheets, her body wracked with the agony of bringing life into the world. The midwife gasped as the first child was placed in her arms. A strong boy, his tiny hand clenched into a fist. And there it was—the mark of the elements, inked onto his shoulder like a birthright. An earth elemental. Lord Cassius Dravenhart, Commander of Eldoria’s armies, allowed himself a breath of relief. His son would live. His son would be accepted. But then came the second cry, softer, yet undeniable. Another babe, smaller, delicate. The midwife hesitated as she turned the child over, her breath hitching as her eyes landed on the impossible. The mark. The same symbol of power, only this time, glowing like liquid silver against baby-soft skin. A girl. Terror seized Cassius’s chest. His hands, calloused from years of war, clenched into fists. Female elementals were forbidden—killed on sight. It was a decree, a law upheld for centuries. He should take his sword, end it before anyone found out. But the moment his gaze fell upon the child’s face, his heart twisted violently. Those eyes, still barely open, were his wife’s. The softness of her cheeks, the delicate fingers—she was his blood, his daughter. The midwife’s lips parted, horror dawning in her gaze. “It cannot be—” Steel sliced through the air. Blood splattered the wooden floors as the midwife’s body crumpled. Cassius stood over her, sword still gripped in his shaking hand. The only sound in the room was Althea’s sobs, muffled against the newborn cradled to her chest. His daughter. A forbidden child. Cassius turned, his voice rough with command. “We tell no one. She died at birth.” Althea’s watery gaze met his. “And when they come looking?” “They won’t.” With blood staining his hands, Cassius lifted the child and held her close. He would not let the world take her. Not the kingdom. Not the king. Not the laws written by men who knew nothing of what it meant to love a child beyond all reason. Selene Dravenhart was born in secret, beneath a second sun. And no one—no one—would ever know. But fate is a cruel mistress. And secrets have a way of unraveling.
PhieCastro · 987 Views

The key of underworld

Sukhdeep "Sukhi" Singh, the undisputed king of Asia's underworld, is dead. His seemingly routine public execution, orchestrated by rival Sanjay Shukla, ignites a firestorm that threatens to consume the continent. But Sukhi's death is not the end; it's the beginning of a brutal war of succession, a scramble for power that will leave cities burning and loyalties shattered. Before his demise, Sukhi, a man of cunning and foresight, anticipated the inevitable power vacuum. He secreted ten keys, each a piece of a puzzle that unlocks his vast empire – hidden fortunes, strategic alliances, and deadly secrets capable of reshaping the criminal landscape. These keys are not mere physical objects; they are fragments of Sukhi's legacy, each leading to a different facet of his meticulously constructed network. As news of Sukhi's death spreads, his former lieutenants, trusted confidantes, and ambitious rivals emerge from the shadows. They are a diverse and ruthless cast: hardened killers, tech-savvy hackers, cunning diplomats, and vengeful heirs, all driven by ambition, greed, or a desperate need for survival. The hunt for the ten keys becomes a deadly game, a high-stakes race where alliances are forged and broken with brutal efficiency. Each key unlocks a new layer of Sukhi's intricate plan, revealing hidden agendas and long-buried betrayals. The players navigate a treacherous web of double-crosses, assassinations, and clandestine operations, their paths crossing and clashing in a whirlwind of violence. From the opulent penthouses of Mumbai to the gritty back alleys of Bangkok, the search for the keys leads them across continents, pitting them against rival gangs, corrupt officials, and even shadowy government agencies. Each key discovered brings them closer to Sukhi's ultimate prize, but also deeper into a labyrinth of danger and deceit. As the body count rises and the stakes escalate, the true nature of Sukhi's legacy is revealed. Was he a benevolent king, a ruthless tyrant, or something far more complex? The answer lies hidden within the ten keys, and only the one who unlocks them all will inherit the throne of the underworld, forever changing the balance of power. But the question remains, will anyone survive the brutal war to claim it?
JACK_Lucifer · 714 Views

Making fire

Life was tiring, I wanted so much to be free of everyone. I wanted to hold on to what little happiness I remembered walking through the woods. The feel of the crisp air when the sun broke into dawn, the way I felt the trees come alive as I wondered through them, how quiet everything was. But now I’m married. To the most unpredictable man I had ever encountered. But there is something about him. The way he moves, eyes sharp and narrowed watching my every step. I always felt as if he were hunting me, and maybe he was. I could never get away from those peering eyes long enough to enjoy a moment to myself. He was always there, around every plan of escape, every thought of silence, every time I even thought of a life away from him. No doubt due to the binding ceremony that was performed. The only request I had about the ceremony was that it needed to be performed by a priestess but my father wanted HIS personal witch to bind Tristan and I. Once my father ordered you to do something ‘not one person disagreed’. I did not mean to think so ill of her but I can not help this feeling that she may have added a little spell to the ceremony. If I could only speak to her, I have not seen her since I left my brute of a fathers home. I could always ask Sheri-Tristan’s second wife. Yes. I’m the third wife of this man I call husband. But Sheri was witch born before being turned by Tristan. She had the most beautiful violet hair and matching eyes. Where as I had bright auburn air with green eyes, the only thing I kept of my mother. Sheri could help me find out if I am under some spell so I can get Tristan out of my head long enough to leave his kingdom. She hated me so, I believe it is due to Tristan not informing both of his wives that a third was going to be arriving. And that was me. If I was going to ask her for help it had to be now, I have my awakening ceremony tonight. It will mark 3 months since our wedding and as accustomed with Tristan and his coven, 90 days was the mark a bride had to wait to be judged by the collective to be accepted. Tristan assures me that I will be accepted and he will turn me tonight in the hues of the blood moon that was to be eclipsed. I did not want to be turned. I was human. If I was turned I’d loose my humanity and become full vampire. The same thing happened to Ava-Tirstan’s fist wife. She could not handle the lust and killed a few members of court. Some human but some halflings like Sheri. I did not want to kill. I shuttered at the thought of taking the life essence of another living being. I did not want to live in this manner. I only pray that Sheri is in a favorable mood this afternoon. Here I stand, outside her door. I had been standing here for about 10 minutes. I needed every help I could to escape my marriage. Yet, knocking on her door was the most exhausting thing I have been doing since I arrived here 3 months ago. “Here goes nothing.” I said out loud as I finally knocked. “Entrer” She was quite demure when she’s not in a mood. I might have a chance of gaining her help after all. One look my way and her mood was already changing. “YOU!” —maybe not………….
Jade_4527 · 13.6K Views
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