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The Barbarian’s Bride

Taken. Bound. Claimed. Vesaria was a lady of the south, refined, educated, untouchable. Until the night the rogue Northmen came. Stolen from her home, dragged across a frozen, unforgiving land, she is forced to wed the warlord who led the raid. Khan Azgar, the Black Wolf. A beast of a man, feared even among his own kind. But Vesaria refuses to break. She fights, she resists, she runs. And yet, no matter how far she goes, he always brings her back—stronger, faster, hungrier than before. He welcomes her fight, watches her struggle with a knowing, infuriating smirk. Every act of defiance only seems to amuse him, every escape attempt only tightens his hold. "You can seethe all you want," he murmurs, his breath hot against her ear. "But you are my wife now. And whether it’s tomorrow, next week, or moons from now..." His grip tightens, his voice dark with promise. "We both know exactly where you’ll end up—under me, gasping for more." How long must she endure this before her uncle’s men come for her? If they come at all. If there’s anything left of her to save. But hatred burns close to passion. And the more she fights him, the more she feels the heat in his gaze, the possessive weight of his touch, the undeniable pull of something dangerous and forbidden. "You think I don’t see it?" he taunts, pressing her against the furs. "The way your body betrays you, little rabbit? You fight me with every breath, and yet, you shudder so sweetly at my touch." She is his prisoner. His bride. And if she isn’t careful, she won’t just belong to him—she’ll want to.
QuillMistress · 2.1K Views

Tyrant's Obsession With The Heiress

Enemies to lovers? ✔️ Villainous and possessive ML?✔️ Fiery spirited FL?✔️ Dark Romance?✔️ Excerpt: “Wife?” Lady Karina repeated, almost shouting as if she'd misheard him. “I would not marry you even if you were the last man in this world,” she remarked with sweet venom, a poison Van Merikh would gladly drink. “You are a murderer and a thief. I do not want you!” “But I want you,” Van Merikh stated firmly, his dual-coloured gaze leaving no room for argument. “And that is where this conversation shall end, Lady.” Van Merikh threw open the door and practically dragged her to the base of the stairs that led to the upper floors. When she refused to mount the steps, he easily lifted her onto the first step and spanked her soundly on the bottom. “Go to your chambers,” he ordered softly. “This is not over,” Lady Karina growled. “I will fight you with the last breath in my body against this…this madness.” “Go, or you shall feel my hand on your backside again.” ************** Magic as the world of Ethuaria knew it came from the distinct markings specific to each bloodline and nation that a person may or may have not been born with. It would appear at birth on different parts of the child's body, bringing about unique abilities passed down in their bloodline from mother to child. And for eighteen-year-old Lady Karina Hyacinth Reinhardt, life had always been one of comfort and peace with the secret abilities of her bloodline. As the beloved, yet sheltered, heiress of Moonveil Keep on the borders of the Kingdom of Caelthywn, she spent her days managing her father's lands and overseeing the affairs of their people, never knowing true hardship. War as she knew it was a distant nightmare that would never touch her. That was until Orpheus Van Merikh, the most feared warlord across the lands, invaded her home and seized it for his claims. Known as the devil himself, Van Merikh does not simply claim Moonveil for its riches, but also for the rumoured beasts that the Reinhardt bloodline conceals from the world. He will stop at nothing to have them. Thrown into captivity, Lady Karina expects cruelty, and Van Merikh, being the brute that he is, proves her expectations to be true. As a calculating and disciplined man who kills without hesitation yet protects what he claims, when one of his knights speaks ill of her, Orpheus cuts him down without hesitation. Lady Karina is his prize, but he would not allow others to dishonour her. However, she is not as obedient as one might think. Thus, determined to reclaim her freedom, Lady Karina refuses to cower as she challenges the enemy at every opportunity. Her defiance amuses Van Merikh, who spares her life due to her efficiencies in managing Moonveil Keep. Along the way, as they battle to find common ground, Van Merikh faces a rebellion among his own knights, who reject his growing attachment to her. They would have her dead before she warmed his bed. And oddly enough, Lady Karina finds herself charmed by the other merciful half of Van Merikh, but when her father returns to Moonveil at her request, much changes henceforth. Conspiracies arise and she soon slips out of Van Merikh's hold when he leaves for yet another conquest away from Moonveil. All hell would break loose when the beast from the depths would return upon Moonveil only to find his angel is gone.
MidgetDumpling · 30.2K Views

Reborn as the Heir of Chaos

Alexander Wolf had always been a man without ambition, a mere shadow drifting through life. A forgettable existence, a monotonous routine—until the night he died. Struck down in a seemingly meaningless accident, he expected nothing but oblivion. But death was not the end. Awakening in a mysterious void, Alexander is confronted by an enigmatic, otherworldly entity—a Goddess of Chaos—who calls him "Son." For reasons beyond his understanding, she has chosen him as her heir, granting him a second chance at life—not as an ordinary man, but as a being of immense potential, bound to the will of chaos itself. Reborn into an alternative medieval Europe, a realm where magic is real and mythological creatures shape the fate of nations, Alexander finds himself in a world teetering on the edge of conflict. Elves, dwarves, goblins, and other fantastical beings vie for power alongside human kingdoms, while ancient dungeons hide lost knowledge and forbidden treasures. This land is governed by monarchs and warlords, scholars and mages, all seeking to expand their influence in an age of turmoil. But Alexander is no mere pawn in this game of empires. Armed with the knowledge of history, a mind sharpened by years of disillusionment, and the unfathomable gifts of his new lineage, he must carve out his own path. Some seek to manipulate him, others to destroy him—but none can ignore him. Will he bend to the will of those who see him as a tool, or will he embrace his chaotic destiny and reshape this world itself? In a realm where power is everything, the heir of chaos has awakened.
Gerx · 1.5K Views

Chronicles of Verek

The skies had not always been so dark. The winds had not always howled with such ferocity, nor had the land known the curse of endless war. Yet on the day Varek was born, the heavens tore open as though they sought to swallow the world in flames. A tempest unlike any seen in centuries ravaged the land—a fury of lightning, rain, and earth-shattering winds, heralding the arrival of something... something that the old gods themselves feared. In the time before his birth, the seers had whispered of it, their eyes clouded with dread. The Chosen One—the Stormborn—would come, they said, carrying a blade forged in fire, one that would either bring salvation or doom. It was written in the stars, and no power in the world could change that. The prophecy spoke of the one who would stand against the tide of darkness and the coming of the Raven King, but the price of this power would be great. And so it was that when Varek was born, the winds howled, and the earth trembled, for the mark of ruin had been sealed upon him. The world wept that night, for no child should ever bear such a burden. Yet Varek did not weep. He knew not the weight of the world at that moment. But in the days that followed, the cost of his existence would become clear. The wolves of the north took him in after his mother’s death—a woman who had given her life to bring him into the world. His father—once a powerful warlord—was slain by those who had sworn to protect him. And so Varek was left to the wilderness, where the wolves raised him. They did not care for prophecy, fate, or the gods. They cared only for survival. Varek grew up wild, untamed, bound to the land, the forests, and the creatures who roamed them. His white hair—a mark of his birthright—stood out against the shadows of the wilderness, the color of frost and storm. He learned to hunt, to fight, and to survive in the harshest of conditions. But all the while, something inside him grew, something ancient and restless. The blade of his destiny, forged in the stars, had already begun to take shape. And it would not be denied.
Edwards_Libebe · 4.7K Views
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