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The Lunar Crest Academy: Marked by The Lycans

#WARNING Vivid descriptions of abuse scenes. Readers discretion is advised. They call it an honor, but everyone knows the truth. Every year, the Lycans choose one werewolf from the Feral Packs to attend Lunar Crest Academy. A place of wealth, power, and deadly secrets. A place no Feral has ever returned from. This year, that sacrifice is Lorraine Anderson Branded as the outcast of the ShadowFang Pack, she has endured years of torment at the hands of those who once called her family. Beaten, broken, and betrayed, she is now being handed over to the monsters that rule them all. The Lycans. She knows what awaits her.....death. But when she arrives at Lunar Crest Academy, she finds something even worse than death. A game. One where she is the lowest-ranked player. One where survival is impossible. And at the center of it all stands him. The Lycan prince. Cold. Ruthless. Dangerous. His red eyes seem to follow her every move, his presence a constant, suffocating force. She should fear him like everyone else. She should cower under his gaze. But she doesn’t. Because beneath his terrifying exterior, there’s something else. Something dark and possessive. Something that makes her heart pound in a way it never should. In a world where strength is everything and weakness means death, Lorraine has only one choice.... to fight. Even if it means challenging the very monsters that want to destroy her. Even if it means becoming something far more terrifying than anyone ever expected. Because one thing is certain… She will not die quietly.
Lilly000 · 247.5K Views

The Alpha's Mate Is A Banshee

"Please don’t hurt me!" Alisha’s voice cracked with terror as her back pressed against the cold wall. Her chest rising and falling like a hunted animal. The room felt too small, the air too heavy, like it was swallowing her whole. Her eyes locked onto the man before her. He was a stranger, yet something about him felt inescapable. He wore a wicked grin like her fear was his pleasure. "I’d never hurt you, Alisha," he said. "Like I told you... you’re my mate." His long and cold fingers trailed the curve of her cheek slowly. The touch sent a shiver rocketing through her spine, not from the chill, but from the claim. Her heart pounded violently, like it was trying to break its way out of her chest. She could hardly breathe. "It was you... wasn’t it?" she whispered, trembling. "You killed that thing... the thing that attacked me in the woods." His gaze sharpened. "Yes," he said without hesitation. "And I’ll do it again. A hundred times over, if it means keeping you safe." He stepped closer, and she could feel the heat radiating off him. He closed his eyes and inhaled deeply, her scent crashing into him like a drug. He staggered slightly, overwhelmed. "What are you doing?" she asked, voice brittle with confusion and fear. His eyes fluttered open, now dark with hunger. "I’m taking you in. God! your scent is intoxicating. I want to do wicked things to you, Alisha. You don’t know what you do to me." Alisha’s knees buckled. It was too much, the tension, the nearness, the threat veiled as desire. Every instinct screamed for her to run, but her body was frozen, caught between terror and some terrifying pull she didn’t understand. Just then, the door creaked open. "Alisha?" her mother’s voice called out. In an instant, the man vanished. A gust of wind brushed past her as if reality itself blinked and he was gone.
Fantasyink · 5.6K Views

CORPSE WHISPERER

The world whispers with hidden horrors. Every day, bizarre cases surface that defy logic and chill the soul. ​The city's most popular bun shop?​​ Rumor has it the secret ingredient isn't pork... ​A luxurious, sought-after mansion?​​ Fresh blood inexplicably seeps from its walls. ​The beautiful campus queen who died tragically?​​ Each anniversary, another student vanishes without a trace. ​Hospital Building 7's forbidden wing?​​ Does the legend of the reanimated infant hold a kernel of terrifying truth? Meet ​Chen An, ​China's last true "Wu Zuo"​​ – a coroner whose lineage traces back ​three thousand years. Armed with ancient forensic techniques passed down through generations and an eerie, unwanted gift – ​the ability to commune with the dead​ – Chen An is thrust into the heart of these macabre mysteries. ​His mission:​​ Peel back the veil of the supernatural and expose the brutal, human truth. Where others see ghosts, Chen An sees evidence. Where fear paralyzes, he dissects the scene. ​Prepare to enter the grisly underbelly:​​ ​Unmask​ the motives of a meticulous serial killer. ​Delve​ into the twisted psyche of an addict consumed by dark desires. ​Confront​ the chilling reality behind whispers of vampirism and necrophilia. ​Decipher​ the secrets held by those with unsettling, unnatural eyes. ​Witness​ the most baffling cases from the darkest corners of the police archives. ​CORPSE WHISPERER​ is a pulse-pounding journey into forensic investigation steeped in ancient tradition and shadowed by the supernatural. Chen An walks the razor's edge between the world of the living and the echoes of the dead, proving time and again: ​There are no ghosts here... only the chilling handiwork of the living.​​ Can he silence the corpses' whispers and bring justice before the darkness consumes him?
DaoistlsA7XI · 8.7K Views

THE SECLUSION OF PENS

Title: The Seclusion of Pens For six long years, Pens had lived in isolation, hidden away in a secluded mountain retreat where time seemed to stretch endlessly. The walls of her small cabin were lined with books, maps, and remnants of a life she barely remembered. The only sounds were the rustling trees and the occasional howl of the wind through the narrow valley. She had once been someone—someone important, perhaps even powerful—but now, she was just a ghost, forced to pretend she was dead to the world. She had never been given the full truth, only fragments of explanations whispered to her before she was taken away. "For your safety," they had said. "For the greater good," they had insisted. But what was this greater good that required her to vanish from existence? Why did she have to live like a shadow, watching the world from the edge of oblivion? Pens had spent years trying to piece together the mystery of her exile. Was she a fugitive? A missing heiress? A pawn in some unseen war? Every possibility seemed more absurd than the last. She had trained in secret, sharpening her mind, her body, and her instincts, preparing for the day she could break free. But the world had not forgotten her entirely—there was still the promise. Every six months, a messenger arrived at dusk, cloaked in secrecy, delivering a single cryptic letter. Sometimes, it contained nothing more than a warning. Other times, it offered hints of the life she had left behind. But always, without fail, it ended with the same words: "You may go out once. Just once." It was a cruel allowance—one fleeting night of freedom before returning to her prison. Each time, she ventured beyond the mountains, blending into crowds, searching for answers. Each time, she returned with more questions than before. As the sun set on another six-month mark, Pens stood at the threshold of her hidden world, gripping the newest letter in her hands. This time, it was different. The words on the page were urgent, almost desperate: "You must leave. Do not return. The promise is broken." Her heart pounded. For the first time in six years, she wasn’t just being given a night of freedom. She was being told to run.
Beelliant · 5.2K Views
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