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Naruto Descendant Of Izuna

DESCENDANT OF THE GODDESS

Trinity could hear the screams of pleasure mixed with agony, she was tied to the door frame outside her mother’s room. Her step-brother, Lupus Voldermart loved to do this, as a way of punishing her, he would rape her mother as she listened. Her mother’s sounds increased, they had injected her mother with a chemical that kept her in heat. Trinity tried not to cry. She had learnt at a young age that tears solved nothing. FIVE MONTHS LATER Trinity felt the weight of her mother's body slowly reduce, her body was slowly turning to ash, her mother had sacrificed her life to free her. It was her fifteenth birthday and each year on her birthday she seemed to lose something, this year she lost her mother. Trinity vowed to avenge her. She would burn down the Voldermart pack. Her father Luke Voldermart was the strongest Alpha and he had a big territory. He had met her mother at one of his business meetings in a hotel where she worked as a waitress, even though he was a married man he had fallen in love with the beautiful Vivianne but she had other intentions. Vivianne had gotten close to Luke to avenge her father, when Luke found out about this and who her father was, he raped her, and forcefully impregnated her. He wanted his offspring to bear the Valdes blood, the ancient and first family of the werewolves. But to his disappointment Trinity was born human, she didn't even possess the werewolf gene. Cassandra had seen this as a chance to finally have her revenge on Vivianne, she had turned Vivianne into the pack whore, and Trinity into the pack slave.
JOANNYTE · 2.1K Views

The Descendant's forbidden mate

“By going into the lion’s den after getting bitten by the lion itself, do you really think it would cure you, Love?”  Alora’s body clenched which only evoked her desire to the peak level by hearing that dark and husky voice. And she knew nothing can be done to sate this forbidden craving out of her system.  She was a powerful hybrid then why? Why wasn't she able to heal herself!  Alora tilted her head and slowly looked over her shoulders to see those electric blue eyes that were becoming her ultimate downfall. But she hated this man more than anything who stood there in his mighty glory, behind her in the cold river.  “How are you bearing this heat till now, Lora? You are burning like a fire. It would kill you slowly into ashes. This heat is not normal but a powerful claim.”  “It's because of you.” Her voice held so much intensity which proved she was losing bit by bit.   Next moment, He yanked her body into his and Alora’s breath hitched as He wrapped his arm around her bare waist and nuzzled his face into her neck before inhaling her enchanting scent.  “You will be my death someday, Lora. You can't imagine what you are doing to me. It's fucking out of hell and heaven. This heat of yours is calling me.” He almost growled, suppressing his lethal beast. Alora chuckled without humor. “And You are supposed to do something in which you failed. Because of you I am in this condition. You can't fucking back off your promise and let me die here. You can't fucking leave me alone.”  And a red blood tear leaked out of her eyes which made him stiffened. Alora cried, she cried for the very first time. And He couldn't understand if she was crying for him or for her condition.  “I want this killing heat out of my body.” Alora's face turned as white sheet. And He looked down at the flowing water where her bloody tears mixed into and the green river suddenly turned still. He raised his eyes to her and asked, “Are you sure, Lora? Because this is beyond the forbidden. Once I make you mine, there will be no way out. No fucking way!” She looked at his rugged face, the powerful and mysterious man who could destroy the whole realm in seconds but He was asking for her permission. But she knew He was the last resort to get her freedom. Slowly she nodded and the next second she found herself drowning in the water with the utter burning sensation.   ******* Alora Dragomir, the powerful vampire-witch hybrid and the sheltered princess of the Black Bridge Coven was raised and trained by the King of Vampires for the purpose of getting vengeance from the Lycans.  Crimson Shadow, the moon guardian chosen by gods and goddesses, guards the Silent Storm gates which seized the old evil spirits, friends of vampires.  Erix Hartshorn is the last Lycan Prince whose big mistake, two hundred years ago, put all the supernatural realms in danger and thus caused the birth of prophecy made by the Moon goddess which includes the interaction of these three souls to tangle in twisted fate.    What will happen when these descendants from their own kind would strike each other unknowingly with different intentions and purposes by playing their own games.  Would prophecy made hundred years ago force them to go through the Betrayal, Revenge and conspiracies? Or will forbidden Love conquer everything, especially death which was written in the fate of one among them?  # Please be patient with the first few chapters. I assure you, you are going to get many surprises ahead. Now dive into the fantasy world with a spicy and powerful chemistry of MCs. And yes, It's HEA. # The cover belongs to me. Its commissioned. 
MN_Kaur · 85.1K Views

Life and Death The Last Descendant Of The Dyak

Despite being a woman, Marna no longer cared about gender boundaries or physical strength. The nine bodies had to be buried that day, as they had been left in her house for more than two nights. Feeling sufficiently exhausted, Marna took a length of raffia rope. She dragged Bahrun's body, which was stiff and completely helpless. His gruesome condition, lacking genitals and starting to decompose, was visible. Marna dragged him by looping her arms under his armpits and pulling with all her strength to get the body out through the door. After dragging Bahrun to the front porch, Marna went back inside and pulled Dadau's body, which had similar injuries to Bahrun's. Marna knew that all those people were from Kasongan City, especially Bahrun. She recognized him when she saw his photo displayed with his extended family in a single frame on the wall near the reception desk of the boarding house. One by one, Marna successfully removed the bodies from her house, but her task was not yet complete. She contemplated how to get the nine bodies down the 1.5-meter-high stairs. Besides being difficult, carrying them was too heavy for her strength as a woman. Exhausted, Marna sat down and stared at the nine bodies. Sweat continued to pour down from her forehead and neck. She took a drink from a 1-liter bottle of water. The most extreme method she considered was dropping the bodies down. It seemed like the easiest way at the moment. However, the risk was substantial. The bodies, in the process of decomposition, would likely break apart and not remain intact. But this was the only method Marna could use. Starting with Rawen's body, Marna kicked the large man, causing him to roll and fall to the ground. Crash! The sound of the body hitting the ground made Marna close her eyes, as Rawen's arms and legs visibly separated from his body. Feeling a sense of horror, Marna pushed Dadau's body next. The same thing happened to Dadau's corpse. Marna continued with the remaining bodies, and eventually, all nine were on the ground. She dragged each lifeless body to the grave pit. Despite her exhaustion, Marna did not consider stopping, even for a moment. The intense midday sun could not penetrate the dense forest canopy, so her pale skin remained unburned by the sun's heat. The nine bodies, some of which were dismembered, were now in the same grave pit. Marna proceeded with the next step, covering the pit with soil.
Author_Fatiha · 3.2K Views

Nike - Descendants of Selene

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.
torieileen7 · 12.2K Views

Selena's Last Descendant

Victor - or Vi, was a baby happened to be found by a herb gatherer, in some wooden basket in the middle of nowhere. He ends up in an orphanage - growing well under Mother Anise care with his siblings until he eventually got adopted at 10. 'Dont forget to write to us okay!', Ray, a 10 years old boy who grew up with the other orphans represented the family of current 14 people. Vi entered the carriage of the local lord, Lord Miaster. The lord got intrigued by the violet eyes and white hair - a characteristic of an ancient tribe of 'human', made by Selena the Moon Goddess Herself. He loves ancient history of the Erde - the world they are in. But Lord's family, was eventually executed for 'treason' under a cover of 'accident'. Vi was not informed of the political matters early on, and he too never cared for it. He eventually got displaced into the slums when he was just 12. Thankfully, he had learn basics to magic in those 2 years and manage to get by by himself for awhile doing chores for the adventurer guild. After a month of settling himself, he writes a letter to the orphanage, to tell about things that had happened. Usually mother Anise reply would reach in 2 weeks or so... but he never got a reply. He ride the carriage across 2 towns and reached the place... only to find in horror the building was scorched and in ruin. A large fire engulfed the place a month ago - killing all the residents. It still took years to move on, and it still pains him when he remembers the family he had. But life has to go on. Eventually later on old magician scholar, Magi Timaeus took notice of Vi - and wanted to take him in as a student because of his talent in magic. He can now instant cast simple spells - and modify simple ones to his liking. Magic is more like programming of the world - using Language of the World - called Origin. But one fateful day, in the middle of the night, he was awoken by a huge explosion and a loud ringing in his ears. He stood up in his pajamas, gulping his saliva. He hears more explosions and the walls and the floor shaking and cracks appears on the building. His teacher is dead, an adventure awaits him as he move from town to town to cross the country with Ray - who were close to killing him that night.
nablethenoble · 2.8K Views
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