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Deirdre O Cleirigh: The Rise of a Celtic Warrior

This story is historical fiction with a touch of magic. Viking raids began in the late 8th century, particularly in the Western Isles and the Northern Isles of what is now Scotland and with attacks on monasteries and coastal towns in what is now Ireland. This story follows Deirdre O Cleirigh, a young girl in the idyllic village of Ulster, who dreams of adventure and heroism beyond her modest upbringing. Growing up in a land threatened by Viking invaders, her childhood is shaped by tales of courage and resilience passed down through generations. As the Vikings attack, Deirdre's spirit emboldens throughout her turbulent youth; compelled by the need to protect her family and home, she becomes a skilled warrior. As the siege intensifies, she gathers a coalition of warriors and citizens, inspiring them with her unwavering resolve and leadership. The turning point comes when Deirdre realizes that victory can only be achieved through the unity of all the people of Ulster—not just her warriors. Rallying the citizens, she empowers them to join the fight, tapping into their shared heritage and strength. Together, with the aid of local druids and her innate tactical skills, they craft a counter-offensive strategy to reclaim their city and their country. In a climactic battle, Deirdre leads her forces against the Viking stronghold, demonstrating courage, tactical acumen, and the power of community. Despite heavy sacrifices, the united front of citizens and warriors overwhelms the Vikings, forcing them into retreat. As the dust settles, Deirdre stands as a triumphant leader—heart heavy with the cost of victory but filled with hope for the future. Through her journey, Deirdre transforms from a frightened girl into a revered leader, fostering a new order in Ulster dedicated to fairness and resilience. The story highlights themes of unity, sacrifice, and the strength found in community, establishing a foundation for lasting peace and the flourishing of Ulster under her leadership. This is her story.
DustyOlivia · 56.7K Views

I TURNED GAY AFTER A DRUNKEN NIGHT

“What's done is done! Let's just forget it!” He said and acted nonchalantly, even though he was cowering in fear because something was telling him that the stranger in front of him didn't intend to let go. The man's frown increases and Hayden swears that the temperature in the room increases multiple times. After winning over his heart and stealing his first, this boy wanted to avoid responsibility, which made Zenos annoyed. “You want to run away from me?” He asked in annoyance, and suddenly Hayden found himself under the man without even knowing how. “I'm just…” Hayden wasn't able to finish his words before he was domineeringly kissed by the stranger. Zenos used his left hand to pin Hayden's hand on top of Hayden's head effortlessly. Hayden tried to struggle and blocked the stranger's tongue from dominating his mouth by pressing his lips against each other stubbornly, but the man unexpectedly bit Hayden's bottom lips, making Hayden yelp in pain. The man used that chance to clean all the taste of strawberries in Hayden's mouth, while his right hand continued to stroke Hayden's body wantonly. When Hayden was starting to go dizzy due to shortness of breath, he was released by the man's assault. He breathed in and out rapidly and thanked heaven for the chance to live again. “You can't run away from me… You are mine” Zenos growled into Hayden's neck possessively. Hayden felt a shiver run through his spine after hearing the stranger's words. His breath hitched as the man licked his earlobe and kissed his neck with extreme familiarity, domineeringly. “Mine,” the stranger proclaimed again. The stranger gave a low curse word and rolled off Hayden's shivering sensitive body, “I'll spare you because you're still in pain. You won't be as lucky next time” he said and lifted Hayden's chin to peck him one more time while Hayden stared dumbfounded. Cover isn't mine, found online My new bl novel is out: The Journey Of Chasing After The Transmigrated Straight Shou
Rosel.ly · 841.7K Views

Traps Ain't Gay, I Swear!

Are traps gay…? A question that has long been unanswered. Micah never thought about it. However, after getting isekai'd into Femtale, a debauched and kinky fantasy world full of femboys and futas, and with his body feminizing thanks to his system, he has to face the facts. It's ONLY 2.19% gay. Plus, it allows him to… fight for himself using fem-mancy! A magic to be reckoned with! But… Why is he here? Who isekai'd him? To find answers to these questions, Micah will do his best to uncover the hidden mysteries of this world. That said, how can one solve the overly declining birthrate in a world where there are no full-fledged women...? Follow him on his degenerate journey as he corrupts the officials of a prison, learns magic, fuck traps and gets fucked, opens his own sex shop, befriends important people, and climbs the ladder by manipulating futas and traps. And why not even more degeneracy? ◉—▩▦▩▦▩▦▩▦▩▦▩▦▩—◉ ◉ No NTR ◈ No Yuri (obviously) ◉ ◉ Witty MC ◆ Cunning MC ◆ Hardworking MC ◆ Lusty MC ◆ Cute & Bodacious MC ◆ Fem-mancer ◆ Fem-mancy Genius ◆ Magic Proficiency ◆ Feminization ◆ Cross-Dressing ◆ Femboys ◆ Traps ◆ Futanari ◆ Top & Bottom ◆ Big Harem ◆ Seduction ◆ Corruption ◆ Manipulation ◆ Prison Management ◆ Brothel Management ◆ Sex Shop Management ◆ High Fantasy ◉ ◉—▩▦▩▦▩▦▩▦▩▦▩▦▩—◉ ◈ MC is a femboy, even a trap for some, but he isn't beta. Meaning he won't just let everyone toy with him. He knows his strengths and weaknesses, so he knows what he has to do to get what he wants. ◈ Characters' pictures are in the related auxiliary chapters with their characters sheets. Not everything might be there, depending on when you check it. I'll keep it updated. ◈ Enough info for now. Wish you a good and fun read :)
Brainr0t · 275.1K Views

WarLords : Ice Viking's

The cold stone hall was dimly lit with flickering torches. Shadows stretched long across the floor. At the far end of the room, the King sat high on his throne, surrounded by High Lords, Generals, and Counselors. Silence hung thick in the air as the Ice Viking entered. He stood in the center, arms at his side, eyes forward. “Viking,” the King called from his seat. Varnok didn’t move. “Yes,” he replied flatly. One of the High Lords stood up in anger. “In the presence of your King—you kneel!” The knights draws their Swords. Varnok stayed still. “You’re not my king,” he said calmly. The King raised a hand. The knights lowered their swords. “Let him be,” the King said, leaning forward. “Ice Viking… step forward.” Varnok walked slowly across the cold stone floor. “There is war between the Vikings and this kingdom,” the King said. Varnok kept walking. “It’s your kingdom,” he answered. “That has nothing to do with me.” The lords murmured in outrage. “You think they’ll stop there?” the King asked, raising a hand for silence. “You know what those animals are like. Vikings… they don’t stop until they’ve burned everything to ash.” “And yet I’ve protected the village just fine,” Varnok said. “Without your help. Like it’s always been.” “Without my help, there’d be no village to protect,” the King snapped. “There is a village,” Varnok said, meeting his eyes. “And not once have you offered it your help.” “King... please. What an excuse.” The king nodded toward the general standing beside him. Without hesitation, the general stepped forward and struck Varnok across the face. Then a second punch to the stomach. Finally, a heavy kick to the leg. Varnok dropped to one knee. “Good,” the King said, tipping his goblet and pouring wine over Varnok’s head. “Like the animal you are.” Murmurs filled the hall. > "What an animal." "Fits clearly—a dog." "All Vikings should just die." "Disgusting things." The King laughed with joy as he was Pleased by the words of the people. He leaned forward again, with his voice low. “Maybe we should start with your wife… and child.” The room fell into a deadly stillness. Varnok’s eyes snapped open—glowing bright, ice-blue. A shiver cut through the entire hall. The ground began to vibrate. Goblets trembled. Torches flickered lower. Then came his voice—cold, deep, inhuman. Like the cracking of ancient glaciers. “If a single breath so much as brushes their skin…” “I will bring down such ruin upon this kingdom that even the crows will starve for lack of flesh. I will freeze your rivers. Silence your bells. And watch your palace rot from the inside—As your screams echo in halls no one dares enter. Pray your tongue forgets their names… before I remember yours.” No one moved everywhere was silent. Even the air seemed too afraid to stir.
vickysfantasy · 8.7K Views

Entangled with the prince: he's willing to turn gay for me

Suddenly standing up from where she formerly sat the nine years old Aiden placed her little hands her flat chest to make a confession " I love you butt face !" "I want to be your waifu " Aiden made her confession with a straight face. The thirteen years old boy who had been sitting quietly on a rock listening to the child confess her love for him, looked up to meet the expectant eyes of the child "Tsk tsk tsk you're still a child " "by the way, I'm not gay" he chuckled looking at the petite brunette with amusement Her eyes which had turned sad and teary immediately glistened with joy as he mentioned not being gay. Moving to where the teenage boy sat , she put her hands around his neck and whispered " It's alright, you'll just turn gay for me" Audrey who was left dumbstruck by what the little girl said didn't know what to reply. Getting up from her previous squatting position she straightened her clothes and cleaned the dirt that had gotten on it. " When I grow up I'll turn into a lady for you if I'm not able to , you'll be a gay just for me" she said walking away from the confused lad as she smiled sweetly to herself. Unlike the smile on her face the other was in a state of confusion " What books have you been reading these days?" ***** "Do you love me?" Audrey asked the lady whose hands he had pinned to the wall "No" "Are you sure" he asked again "I'm sure" she replied knowing fully well that she was lying to both he and herself " Then why did you dress all girly for me "Aiden replied with a hesteric look on her face "Wh... what y.. you... asked me to wear this" "Mhmm, I guess I did" he concord "I'm just helping a certain someone fulfill their promise" mimicking a child's voice he said " I'll turn to a lady for you if I can't you'll turn gay for me" "Do you remember anything ?" "I would have gladly turned gay for you but there's no need since you are already a lady" "Aren't we a match made in heaven ?" He asked looking at the girl who was trying to digest all she had heard. " You .... you're..." "Butt face! " they both completed the unfinished sentence, one looking surprised the other smiled mischievously.
True_Lies · 4.2K Views

The Life of a highschool Girl in a deserted island

What was supposed to be a simple school camping trip turns into something far stranger when Aiko, a cold and composed high school girl from 2025, suddenly vanishes—only to awaken on a mysterious island in the middle of the ocean. There’s no sign of rescue. No clue how she got there. And only three other people in sight. But these men are no ordinary strangers. One is a fierce Viking warrior who speaks in guttural tones of an ancient Norse tongue. Another, a proud nobleman fluent in Latin, carries himself with the rigid poise of a forgotten empire. The last, a smooth-talking gentleman from the 1900s, speaks English with a clipped, old-world accent. Aiko herself only speaks modern Japanese—yet somehow, they all understand each other perfectly. Drawn from wildly different timelines, none of them know why they’re here or who brought them. "Where is this? What trickery is this?" the Viking growled, his massive hand tightening around his axe as he scanned the unfamiliar jungle. His nostrils flared, scenting the salt-heavy air. "If this is Helheim’s gate, I’ll carve my way back." "Is this some kind of sorcery?" the nobleman mused, his gloved fingers brushing the hilt of his rapier. A smirk played on his lips. "If you sought to trap me, witch, you should have chosen a more enticing hell." His gaze flicked to Aiko, lingering on the curve of her exposed thigh. "Is this… some kind of prank?" the 1900s man stammered, adjusting his spectacles as if the world might right itself if he looked hard enough. His pocket watch clicked uselessly in his palm. "I—I was just leaving the gentlemen’s club! This isn’t—this can’t—" a Lemon filled Story. (all characters are over 18)
NPC_GyattKing · 5.6K Views
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