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Chronicles of Magic-Machine

A world of magic, a mind of machine—one destiny to change them all." In a world where magic and technology have become intertwined, power is everything. At the age of ten, every child undergoes the Awakening—a moment when their magical abilities are revealed. For Kael, however, the Awakening is different. Instead of the rush of magic that others feel, his body is flooded with a cold, calculating hum—the activation of an AI. But this AI is not just a tool. It is a mentor, holding secrets, mysteries, and perhaps the key to understanding the very world Kael lives in. As Kael grapples with the nature of his connection to this ancient entity, he begins to uncover not only the depth of its knowledge but also the potential within himself. Driven by an insatiable curiosity, Kael dives deeper into the mysteries of both magic and machine. His desire for knowledge becomes a guiding force, but it also leads him into dangerous territories, forcing him to question everything he thought he knew about his world. Kael is not alone in his quest. A rival—someone with knowledge of a past life—emerges, and their paths collide in ways neither could have anticipated. The rival’s motives are unclear, but their rivalry will push Kael to his limits. As Kael grows stronger, his bond with the AI deepens, and the stakes rise. An unseen force threatens everything—something bigger than magic, bigger than technology. A force that neither Kael nor his rival can fully comprehend. Can Kael navigate this perilous world, grow beyond his limits, and rise to a challenge he never expected? The journey will shape him, the AI, and the very fate of their world.
Echoes_of_void_99 · 7.5K Views

The Undead's Personal Slave

Samantha never expected to find magic in her hometown, let alone in a dimly lit bar on a rainy Tuesday night. Yet here she was, perched on a barstool at the Black Swan, her world about to tilt on its axis. The air thrummed with an otherworldly energy she couldn't quite place. Ethereal dancers moved like smoke across the floor, their bodies fluid and mesmerizing. As Samantha nursed her drink, she felt the weight of curious stares prickling her skin. That's when she saw him. Marcus. A name she didn't know yet, but one that would soon be etched into her very soul. Their eyes locked across the crowded room, and Samantha's breath caught in her throat. He moved with predatory grace, all lean muscle and barely restrained power. Their first interaction was as intoxicating as it was bewildering. One moment, he was her gallant protector, rescuing her from an overly aggressive drunk. The next, his eyes hardened to chips of ice as he snarled, "Stupid girl," before melting into the shadows. Samantha's mind reeled, but her body hummed with an excitement she couldn't explain. Little did she know, this encounter was merely the first step into a world beyond her wildest fantasies – a realm where vampires ruled the night and pain blurred exquisitely with pleasure. As she delved deeper into this hidden society, Samantha found herself drawn to the intoxicating blend of power, submission, and supernatural allure. The crack of a whip, the whisper of leather, the exquisite sting of fangs – each sensation pushed her boundaries and ignited desires she never knew existed. But with every ecstatic high came the sobering reality of danger. Vampire politics were as deadly as they were intricate, and Samantha soon realized she was a pawn in a game where the stakes were life, death, and eternal servitude. As she left the Black Swan that night, Samantha couldn't shake the feeling that she stood on the precipice of something life-changing. She had no idea how right she was, or how deeply she would fall into a passionate, dangerous dance with forces beyond her imagination. The real question was: in this world where pleasure and peril intertwined so intimately, would she emerge empowered... or lose herself completely?
rach_sales · 123.4K Views

The Cube That Swallowed Stars

Ha-eun, a jaded physics student drowning in debt and familial guilt, stumbles upon an antique shop that shouldn’t exist. There, she buys a mysterious cube—a relic that hums with the resonance of dead stars. Ignoring the owner’s cryptic warning (“Some truths dissolve the soul”), she touches it… and is torn into a liminal hell between dimensions. Trapped in a realm where time fractures, Ha-eun witnesses agonizing echoes of her life: her mother pleading with police, her father weeping at a makeshift shrine, and versions of herself thriving in happier timelines. But this purgatory is no passive prison. Hostile entities, born from swallowed civilizations and lost travelers, hunt her. To survive, she fights, adapts… and mutates. Millennia pass. Her skin hardens into a galaxy-veined carapace. Her hair bleaches white as forgotten constellations. The cube’s power sustains her, but each transformation erases another memory—her childhood, her name, the sound of her brother’s laugh. When she discovers other trapped souls, including a charming, half-mad alien warrior and a spectral version of the antique dealer himself, Ha-eun faces an impossible choice: Escape by damning another to take her place. Or ascend as the cube’s eternal guardian—a cosmic deity stripped of everything human. But as she uncovers the cube’s true purpose—a device forged to devour dying universes—Ha-eun realizes her survival could doom countless realities. Including her own.
Righteous_Daoist · 4K Views

Gefangener Kamerad BL

EINE 18+ ALPHA-MAFIA-SERIE BUCH 1# GEFANGENE GEFÄHRTIN BUCH 2# RUNAWAY MATE -+- Caspian ist der Erbe des Moonstone Packs, aber als seine Eltern sterben, wird er um sein Geburtsrecht betrogen und wie ein Gefangener behandelt. Er beschließt zu gehen und nach Haines City zu fliehen, um ein neues Leben zu beginnen. Seine Pläne werden jedoch jäh unterbrochen, als er entführt und versteigert wird. Gekauft wird er von keinem Geringeren als einem der Mafia-Könige, die die Stadt regieren, Asher Knight. -+- Asher zuckte mit den Schultern seines Mantels, und das schwere Kleidungsstück fiel mit einem hörbaren Aufprall zu Boden. Kaspian beobachtete dies mit Besorgnis, Mafiakönig Asher hatte mit dem Mantel riesig ausgesehen, und ohne den Mantel gab es keinen großen Unterschied. "Komm her", befahl er ruhig, die Ohrringe in seinen Ohren waren sichtbar, während sein dunkelrotes Haar zurückgekämmt war. Kaspian schüttelte erneut den Kopf, er hatte nicht die Absicht zu sprechen, niemals. Denn das würde nur sein Geschlecht verraten. "Ich wiederhole mich nicht gern, Omega." Seine Stimme verfinsterte sich. Caspians Herz pochte vor Angst schmerzhaft in seiner Brust, er wollte dem Alpha wirklich nicht zu nahe kommen. Sehnsüchtig beäugte er das Fenster, bevor er sich zwang, einen Schritt vorwärts zu machen, dann noch einen, und noch einen... +- DIES IST EINE MAFIA-GESCHICHTE AB 18 JAHREN, ALSO WIRD SIE GEWALTTÄTIGE UND REIFE THEMEN ENTHALTEN, LEST SIE MIT VORSICHT.
Aryna_Stan · 18.4K Views

Das Haustier des Tyrannen

Widder Aime Heathcliffe. Eine Prinzessin aus dem kleinen Königreich Rikhill wurde von allen geliebt. Mit ihrer bezaubernd zurückhaltenden Schönheit und ihrem klugen Verstand hatte sie viel Aufmerksamkeit erregt und die Herzen vieler erobert. Einer von ihnen war der schneidige Kronprinz des Maganti-Reiches. Überwältigt von der Sehnsucht nach ihr und seinem Interesse an dem Land des kleinen Königreichs, machte der Kronprinz des besagten Reiches vor nichts Halt. Die Ritter des Maganti-Reiches marschierten durch die Massen und eroberten das vierhundert Jahre alte Königreich Rikhill. Das Königreich Rikhill fiel über Nacht in den Ruin. Der Kronprinz ließ kein Mitglied der königlichen Familie am Leben, außer seiner Kriegstrophäe Aries. Nachdem er in seinen Händen gelitten hatte, fand Widder die perfekte Gelegenheit zur Flucht. Damals nahm er sie mit zum Weltgipfel. Ein Treffen der Herrscher aller Königreiche und Reiche zu Friedensgesprächen. Dort traf sie den Kaiser von Haimirich, Eustass Silvestri Abel Bloodworth. Von Verzweiflung überwältigt, flehte Aries ihn an, sie bei sich aufzunehmen. Es war zu spät, als sie erkannte, dass der Mann, den sie um Hilfe bat, noch viel grausamer, verdrehter und geradezu teuflischer war als der Kronprinz, weil er sie als sein... Haustier annahm! EXZERPT: Als ein Paar karmesinroter Augen über ihr schwebte, hielt Aries den Atem an. Als sich seine Lippen teuflisch kräuselten, konnte sie nicht schnell genug reagieren, als er ihre Position schnell veränderte. Sie merkte es erst, als sie ihn sattelte und mit großen Augen auf Abel hinunterblickte. "Niemand steht in diesem Reich über mir - nicht einmal das Gesetz, aber sieh dich an", sagte er mit einem teuflischen Grinsen. "Du starrst auf mich herab... so entmutigend." Aries biss sich auf die Lippe und legte ihre Handfläche auf ihre eingefärbte Brust. "Eure Majestät..." "Verstehst du jetzt, welche Macht du hast, Liebling?" Abel wickelte seine Finger vorsichtig um ihr Handgelenk, erfreut über ihre Reaktion. "Nur du, Widder, darfst dich über mich erheben und bist der einzige Mensch auf dieser Welt, der auf mich herabschauen darf. Niemand sonst." Er hob einen Arm und fuhr mit den Fingern durch ihr Haar und legte seine Handfläche auf ihren Hinterkopf, bevor er sie nach unten zog, bis ihr Gesicht eine Handbreit von ihm entfernt war. "Nutze das lieber zu deiner eigenen Verfügung", flüsterte er und legte den Kopf schief, als er ihn anhob, um zu fordern, was ihm gehörte. SIE. Darf ich vorstellen: Eustass Silvestri Abel Bloodworth, der sadistische Tyrann, der ein Imperium mit eiserner Faust regierte. Als sein Haustier Aries immer mehr in sein langweiliges, düsteres Leben eindrang, war er drauf und dran, sie zu töten. Doch jedes Mal, wenn er daran dachte, ihr das Leben zu nehmen, änderte er leider seine Meinung. Je länger er sie an seiner Seite hatte, desto schwieriger wurde es, sie loszuwerden. Und je mehr er sich nach etwas Tieferem und Dunklerem sehnte... es machte ihn wahnsinnig. Was würde Abel mit dem Geheimnis, das er vor ihr verbarg, tun, wenn Aries die verrottende Wahrheit hinter dem Reich und dem Kaiser herausfand? Würde er sie töten? Oder sie küssen? Sie vielleicht in einen Käfig sperren? Und würde sie versuchen zu fliehen, wenn sie herausfindet, dass Abel nicht nur ein normaler Mensch ist? Oder würde sie akzeptieren, dass er nicht nur ein leibhaftiger Dämon war? War es in einer komplizierten Welt, die sie schwarz färbte, überhaupt möglich, dass zwischen einem Haustier und seinem Herrn Liebe aufblühte? Beobachte, wie diese beiden das gefährliche und verrückte Spiel von Liebe und Lust spielen. Wer würde der Meister und wer das Haustier sein? Wer war die Beute? Lesen Sie, um mehr herauszufinden. --------- Originalgeschichte von: alienfrommars FOLGE MIR AUF INSTAGRAM für originelle Zeichenkunst: @authoralienfrommars Discord-Server: https://discord.gg/tbS4rKec3e Haftungsausschluss: Cover nicht von mir. Habe es von Pinterest. Credits an den Künstler.
alienfrommars · 81.7K Views

Abyssale Chroniken

Der Dämonenherr, eine Gestalt mit schwarzem Haar und roten Augen, regiert von ihrem Obsidianpalast aus, nachdem sie die Göttin, das stärkste Wesen der Welt, wiederholt besiegt hat. Sie unterlässt es jedoch, sie zu töten, da sie weiß, dass sie nur wiedergeboren wird, um einen weiteren Angriff zu führen. Während die Göttin schwer verletzt und hilflos vor ihr kniet, ertönt draußen das Geräusch von Explosionen, die den bevorstehenden Sieg der Allianz ankündigen. Trotz ihrer immensen Macht erkennt der Dämonenfürst die allgemeine Schwäche der Dämonen im Vergleich zu den Menschen und der Allianz an. Die Entwicklung von Kampfkraft und Mana hat es gewöhnlichen Menschen ermöglicht, gegen Dämonen zu kämpfen, was zur Niederlage der Dämonenarmee geführt hat. Da die Dämonenfürstin von der Absicht der Allianz weiß, den Abyssal-Dämon zu versklaven, beschließt sie, einen verbotenen Zauber zu sprechen, der ihr das Leben kosten wird. Als die Streitkräfte der Allianz den Palast stürmen, zögern sie, als sie die Energie des Zaubers spüren. Die Dämonenfürstin schwört, zu widerstehen und wiedergeboren zu werden, um ihr Volk zu retten. Währenddessen denkt die Göttin darüber nach, wie der Dämonenfürst sie in der Vergangenheit behandelt hat, und erkennt ihren Respekt und ihre Hingabe für ihr Volk an. Als der Dämonenfürst sich darauf vorbereitet, den Zauber zu sprechen, fragt die Göttin, ob sie ihren Plan aufgeben und frei leben kann. Die Dämonenfürsten sind jedoch verpflichtet, den Ruhm der Dämonenrasse wiederherzustellen und ihr Volk zu beschützen. Die Göttin versteht die Entschlossenheit des Dämonenfürsten und macht ihr Schwert bereit, um mit dem verbotenen Zauber des Dämonenfürsten zu kollidieren. Die daraus resultierende Explosion erzeugt einen Atompilz, der das Ende des Konflikts und den Beginn einer neuen Ära markiert. Der Dämonenfürst und die Göttin werden zu historischen Figuren, deren Geschichten gelegentlich erzählt werden.
Hail_The_loli · 22.9K Views

Die Liebe eines Lykaners

ABGESCHLOSSEN! Schnipsel: Vor einem Jahr wurde Raine aus der Nervenheilanstalt entlassen und musste im Waisenhaus leben. Es war nicht der beste Ort. Zumindest nicht für jemanden wie sie. Bis sie eines Abends auf ihn traf. *** Er hielt den Wagen an. Sie klammerte sich fester an die Decke und Raine fragte sich, ob sie etwas falsch gemacht hatte. Sie konnte es spüren, als Torak seine Hand nach ihr ausstreckte. Wird er mich schlagen? Raine schauderte bei diesem Gedanken. Torak zog ihr den Kapuzenpulli vom Kopf und strich ihr sanft das Haar hinter das Ohr. "Tu das nicht." Sagte er fest, "Ich will dich sehen, versteck dich nicht..." ************** "Der Geist des Schutzengels wird dem Menschenkind neues Leben einhauchen. Drei Schutzengel werden wieder in die irdische Welt hineingeboren werden und ihr drei werdet ihre Beschützer sein." "Beschützer!!!?" Jedrek schnaubte. Schließlich blieb er stehen, drehte der Mondgöttin den Rücken zu und blickte sie aus der Ferne an, seine Augen glitzerten rot vor Zorn. Seine Wölfin war wütend. "Warum glaubst du, dass wir dir helfen werden?" fragte Kace und verengte seine obsidianschwarzen Augen, während sein Wolf die Kontrolle über ihn übernahm. Er war der Jüngste der drei und der am wenigsten temperamentvolle unter ihnen. Die drei waren von Selene verflucht worden, weil sie mit ihrer Wildheit die höchste Macht und Autorität anstrebten. Die Mondgöttin segnete sie zur Strafe für ihr grausames Verhalten nicht mit einer Gefährtin und zwang sie, sich an diesem tödlichen Krieg mit den Dämonen zu beteiligen. "Ihr wollt uns zu Sklaven für diese kränklichen Kreaturen machen!?" fragte Torak ungläubig. "Habt ihr keine Angst, dass wir sie in zwei Hälften reißen?" Der Schutzengel war so zerbrechlich und sie als Lykanthropen wussten die Schwächen nicht zu schätzen. "Nein, das werdet ihr nicht." sagte Selene geduldig. "Du wirst nicht ihr Sklave sein und sie nicht verletzen, du wirst sie in jeder Hinsicht wertschätzen." Jedrek lachte bedrohlich, als er das hörte, die Wiederauferstandenen der Bestie waren ihnen egal, sobald sie ihr Territorium betraten, mit oder ohne Schutzengel, würde er ihren Körper in Stücke reißen. "Ich werde der letzte Mensch sein, den sie sehen werden, wenn ich sie finde." Er bezog sich sowohl auf den Schutzengel als auch auf den Dämon. Aber die nächste Stimme von Selene war von Heiterkeit durchzogen, als sie sprach. "Du wirst deiner Gefährtin nicht wehtun." ============================ Sitzung 1 (Kapitel 1 - 394) : Torak Donovan - Raine (abgeschlossen). Sitzung 2 (Kapitel 395 - 628) : Kace Donovan - Hope (abgeschlossen) Sitzung 3 (Kapitel 629 - 1083) : Jedrek Donovan - Lilac (abgeschlossen) Session 4 (Kapitel 1084 - in Arbeit) : Nebengeschichten ============================ Dies ist eine Werwolfgeschichte und natürlich eine Fantasy! Da jeder seine eigene Version des übernatürlichen Lebens hat, versuche ich hier, meine zu schreiben. Wenn du schon andere Werwolfgeschichten gelesen hast, wirst du wissen, dass es Ähnlichkeiten und Unterschiede gibt. ============================ ***Vorsicht! Englisch ist nicht meine Muttersprache, daher besteht die Möglichkeit, dass Sie grammatikalische Fehler finden (ich habe es nicht absichtlich getan), wenn es Ihnen unangenehm ist, lassen Sie es mich bitte wissen, damit ich es korrigieren kann. *Du bist gewarnt worden ^^ Jede konstruktive Kritik ist sehr willkommen! .......................................................................................... ##Meet me on instragram : jikan_yo_tomare ##Cover by: @Gisel.arts Schau dir meine anderen Geschichten an: **PURPLE DAWN TILL DUSK: am liebsten durch die Zeit **DIE GESCHICHTE DER DÄMMERUNG
jikanyotomare · 196.4K Views

Blades Rage In Flame By Blood Dragon

In the iridescent tapestry of Halmosian, where the firmament shimmers with nebulous luminescence and the very air hums with the arcane whispers of forgotten deities, destiny entwines two souls as disparate as dusk and dawn. One, Aleeman Hakiman, a youth of no esoteric endowment yet of indomitable spirit, bears the mantle of teen commander of the Abjannas—warriors of resolute hearts and steely conviction. The other, Wei Yang Hong, a scion prince of the venerable Weng dragon clan, once a paragon of masculine ferocity, now ensnared in the silken chains of a cruel metamorphosis. Cursed into beauteous villainy, he sheds his former self and emerges as Shi Zhao Mei, a vision of ethereal allure, her vengeance as intoxicating as perfumed venom. Bound by fate’s inexorable decree, their paths converge at the Miracheneous Academy, a citadel of erudition and eldritch mastery, where Aleeman seeks knowledge to bridge the chasm of his powerlessness, and Shi Zhao Mei weaves her own enigma, a rose adorned with unseen thorns. Yet, beyond the confines of mortal intrigue, an abyssal spectre stirs—shadow-born abominations slither forth from the chasm of another world, their tenebrous tendrils grasping at the fabric of existence itself. Like a blade bereft of an edge yet held by a masterful hand, Aleeman must carve his legend not through sorcery, but through tenacity, wit, and the unyielding resolve of a commander who leads without the shield of supernatural prowess. And Shi Zhao Mei, a paradox of beauty and brutality, finds herself entangled in the dance of salvation, her past and present warring within as she sways between vehemence and valour. Thus begins their odyssey—a struggle against oblivion, a symphony of peril and promise, a battle where steel meets sorcery, where fate’s quill inscribes their names upon the annals of Halmosian.
DarkPhantom48957 · 4.6K Views

Veil of crimson lotus

The wind carried the scent of incense and blood as the once-quiet halls of the Vermilion Palace echoed with whispers of treachery. At its heart stood Queen Lian Yuhua, a woman born of divine blood, her beauty as ethereal as the moon over a jade lake. Yet, her throne was steeped in peril, her life threatened by unseen hands lurking in the shadows. Her fate was now bound to Wei Zhaoyun, an exiled warrior of the Xuanhua Sect, sworn to guard her until death or destiny claimed them both. Zhaoyun was a man of iron will, his presence akin to a silent storm. Garbed in dark robes embroidered with the sigil of a coiling dragon, his blade-Frost bane-rested ever at his hip, its steel humming with suppressed power. His past was shrouded in dishonor, a fallen disciple once meant for greatness, now tethered to a ruler who saw him as little more than a blade for hire. Yet, where distrust once reigned, necessity wove an unbreakable thread between them. The assassins of the Ghost Lotus Sect sought Lian Yuhua's life, and only Zhaoyun's skill in arts and spiritual cultivation could shield her from the daggers of fate. Through perilous nights and shadowed corridors, their partnership was tested-by demons, by duty, and by the unspoken emotions neither dared acknowledge. As the heavens waged war over their destinies, one truth became clear: neither was meant to stand alone. In a world of celestial beasts, forbidden techniques, and fractured loyalties, the Queen and her reluctant guardian would carve their own legend-one written in blood and bound by fate. "You expect me to kneel?" Zhaoyun's voice was like unsheathed steel, cold and cutting. "You are my guard, not my master," Lian Yuhua countered, her golden eyes unyielding. "You will protect me, or your life is forfeit." He hated her arrogance. She hated his defiance.
Michesca_Ngandjui_5227 · 294 Views

Substitute Wife For The Blind CEO

On the day of her wedding, Ivy Quinn vanishes, leaving behind only a note: "I’m sorry, I can't marry a blind man." To protect her son from heartbreak, Elizabeth Winters strikes a desperate deal—Ruby, Ivy’s identical twin, must take her sister’s place at the altar. Trapped by duty and family pressure, Ruby agrees, believing it will only last until Stefan’s eyesight is restored. But from the moment they marry, Stefan senses something is different about his "wife." The woman beside him is nothing like the shallow fiancée he once knew. She’s sharp, resilient, and understands his business in a way Ivy never did. Against all odds, he falls harder than ever for this new version of her. And Ruby? She never expected to fall in love with a man who was never meant to be hers. But just when she finds the courage to tell him the truth, Ivy returns, ready to reclaim the life she abandoned. When Stefan finally opens his eyes, will he see the woman who truly stood by him—or will he be too blind to recognize real love? ****Excerpt**** “By the way, did Ruby come to the wedding?” he asked, catching her off guard since she hadn't expected him to ask her that all of a sudden. Was he already suspecting that it was her and not Ivy? Ruby’s fingers froze on the door handle for just a fraction of a second. It was enough to set off alarms in Stefan's head. “I—uh…” She hesitated, but only briefly. “No. She had work. She couldn’t make it.” Was he suspecting a switch already? What must have set off the alarm in his head? Stefan hummed, tilting his head slightly. “Oh, I see. How is she, then? I hope she's coming to visit one of these days?” Her fingers tightened on the handle, though her voice remained steady. “Yeah. She would, the moment she is chanced and can come.” A slow smirk tugged at the corner of Stefan’s lips, though he kept his expression neutral. Interesting. Very interesting. His wife had just lied to him and he didn't know why. Even though he was blind, he'd find out why soon enough.
BabyAngel2 · 4.7K Views

WHISPERS OF THE SAVANNAH

In the heart of Africa, where the sun blazes like a burning ember and the earth hums with ancient secrets, Amara stood at the edge of the vast savannah. The wind swirled around her, whispering names in a language long forgotten. The land, alive with the scent of rain and earth, called to her—beckoning her to listen, to understand, to remember. Amara had always known that her destiny was intertwined with the savannah, though the villagers spoke little of it. They lived simple lives, bound by tradition, by routine. But Amara felt a pull, a deep, gnawing hunger for something more—something the land itself seemed to offer, but could not yet reveal. Her heart raced as she caught a glimpse of the traveler—a man whose presence seemed to silence the very air. Kofi. He came from beyond the hills, from places the village elders whispered about only in the quietest of nights. His eyes, dark and fathomless, held stories that sparked something within her. Amara didn’t know if he was friend or foe, but the spark in his gaze mirrored something she had felt in her bones for years. The moment he spoke, the world around her shifted. “The winds tell of your name, Amara,” he said, his voice low, like thunder on the horizon. “And the earth… it has been waiting.” His words were a riddle, yet something inside her stirred. The whispers of the savannah grew louder, and for the first time, she felt she understood them. She was being called to something far greater than the life she had known. But as Kofi’s shadow fell over her, a shiver ran down her spine. There was something dark in the air, something ancient, and not all secrets were meant to be uncovered.
Joyval_Thomas · 531 Views

Vampire Chronicles

Year 1540 Nicole is a lowly human from the mainland trying to make ends meet as she would often paint for middle and high-class people sometimes even Purebloods which was rare in her case. She receives little money which doesn’t financially support her living. Until one day she received an invitation from the Snow Kingdom to paint the great Lord Jasper Gervassius. She reaches the kingdom and Meets Lord Jasper in the hopes of making a big income she receives more than what she bargains for. ---------------------------------- Teaser: Jasper placed both of his hands on either side of Nicole's head trapping her with his body. He stared down at her looking at his sweet innocent lamb, he couldn't help but smile at her widely. Her doe-like eyes staring back at him only made him want to devour her "Why do you play these games with me darling you know I don't like it. I think you forgot who you're dealing with." He leaned down against her lips slightly flicking his tongue in her mouth making her crave for more."My Quahneah Woman" Nicole gasped in shock as she wondered how he knew her tribe's name. Before she could say another Jasper had cupped her cheek softly placing his lips on hers and kissing her softly as he slowly removed his hands against the wall. He was wrapping his arms around her waist bringing her body closer to his as there was no space between them. As they continued Nicole started to become breathless pulling herself back to breathe, she couldn't help but look up to see Jasper looking at her with a smile that was Duchenne. His purple orbs looked into her seeing the love and adorn affection he was showing her.  "Jasper I have a question to ask you" Jasper hummed waiting for her question" What are we going to do about the tirade ." Jasper's smile suddenly became sinister as he narrowed his eyes "Why don't you leave that to me, darling."
KyrieUzumaki · 137.5K Views

On the brink of death:A werewolf and human love story

Clara Wilson the heiress to Diamond Group got engaged to the love of her life Isaac Hartford the heir to Starlight Group, due to an unforeseen betrayal, Clara Wilson on the brink of death on the night of full moon, Alpha and his pack hunting for prey, rescues Clara and turned her to a werewolf through an Alpha's bite. will she survive from the Alpha's bite? Excerpts: The ambient sound of waves gently lapping against the hull, coupled with the distant hum of the ship's engines, only amplifies her thoughts. She forces a smile, raising her glass in a toast, masking her emotions with practiced ease. The couple clinks their glasses with hers, their happiness an unspoken contrast to the quiet yearning in her heart. "I'll go inside the suite and rest now you guys enjoy." She said making her way to the suite. "Babe I need to get something inside the suite." Isaac said. "Alright don't keep me here waiting, I can't do without seeing you for a second." "Really that's my girl." He said, kisses her forehead and left. Isaac didn't go to their suite but he went to Jacqueline's suite he pushed opened the door. "Did I scare you?" He asked. "Why didn't you knock on the door before coming in what if I'm undressing." "Sighed softly it's not like this is the first time I'm seeing you undressed should I get rid of your night gown." He said kissing her collar bone. She didn't reject his offer, wrapped her arms around his neck he kissed her thin lips vigorously. Few minutes passed Isaac had not returned yet, she decided to go and check on him, she checked their suite he was not there, she headed to Jacqueline's suite to ask her If she had seen Isaac. She opened the door to Jacqueline's suite and then, her eyes flickered tears rapidly streamed down her face a pang of shame stabbed at her watching her best friend and the love of her life together on bed exchanging intimacies. "Isaac....you! How could you do this to me? What are you two doing together on bed?" Both of them stared at her without any sigh of remorsefulness. "It's just like what you're seeing right now" She moved closer to the bed drags the sheet off Jacqueline exposing her nakedness grabbed her brown hair hitting her head against the cluttered table beside the bed. Jacqueline stretches her hand reaching for the wine she held it and hits Clara's head with the wine bottle, the glass shattered against Clara's head. The sharp crack echoed in the tense silence and crimson blood began to seep, dripping onto the plush carpet and pooling under the shards of broken glass, Clara fainted. The room descended into chaos, the once romantic moments now marred by betrayal and violence. "Oh my goodness what have you done Jacqueline." "Is she dead?" She asked curiously in fear. "What are we going to do now?" "I don't think she is dead yet she fainted probably." He said.  "I know what to do." He carried her heading to the edge of the ship Jacqueline followed him , Isaac pulled off his shirt soaked with blood used it to clean the blood stain on his hand and neck. He folded the shirt and throws it into the sea. Jacqueline standing at the edge of the ship bitting her fingers  panicked about the situation. "Please don't kill me, help me I promise not to cause any trouble for both of you, I will forgive and pretend nothing happened here." Clara muttered in pain. "So you're finally awake"
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Dreamwalker: Reign of the Heavenly Sovereign!

Japan – National News Broadcast The polished news anchor sat upright, her gaze sharp as she adjusted the stack of papers before her. The newsroom behind her hummed with quiet urgency, the weight of the moment settling over the broadcast. "Authorities are baffled by a sudden and unexplained surge in sleep-related deaths across Japan," she began, her voice steady yet tense. "More and more citizens are passing away in their sleep without any prior health concerns. Experts are working tirelessly to determine the cause, but no clear explanation has emerged. Authorities urge the public to remain vigilant and report any unusual symptoms before bedtime." A graphic appeared, displaying the spike in fatalities over the past month. Behind her, unsettling photographs flickered across the screen—blurred images of individuals found in their beds, their faces frozen in expressions of terror. The anchor’s tone shifted. "Health officials recommend citizens avoid excessive fatigue and maintain healthy sleep habits. More updates will follow as investigations continue." --- United States – Paranormal Podcast In a dimly lit podcast studio, the host leaned forward, his eyes wide with curiosity. Across from him, a rugged man in a worn flannel shirt, gripping a faded photograph in one hand and a beer can in the other, leaned back in his chair. "So, you're telling me you saw this creature firsthand?" the host asked, clearly intrigued. The man scoffed, shaking his head. "Damn right, I did. Ugly thing had wings bigger than my body—slow but sneaky. Thought it could steal my pigs again, but I was ready this time—camera in one hand, shotgun in the other." He slammed the table for emphasis, then shoved the blurry image toward the host. The photograph depicted a small, red-skinned humanoid figure with large, bat-like wings, its eyes glowing faintly in the darkness. "Spit, the thing didn’t know what hit it when I fired!" the man chuckled, his voice full of excitement. The host held up the picture to the live chat. "Alright, what do you think? Mothman? Demon? Or is our friend here just seeing things?" The chat exploded with theories—some skeptical, others eager for the investigation to continue. --- China – Liangyuan Street Market Surveillance footage from a bustling night market in China captured a chilling scene. A woman in a red qipao walked gracefully through the crowd, her figure striking in the soft glow of lanterns. Suddenly, she paused. Her body flickered—like a glitch in a video—before vanishing completely, as though she had never existed. The footage zoomed in, replaying in slow motion. In the final frame before she disappeared, her face distorted unnaturally, her eyes hollow and empty. The screen cut abruptly to black.
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