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The Alchemist’s Son

Damian Thorne, a 25-year-old struggling artist, leads an ordinary life in a bustling city—until the day he receives a mysterious letter from a long-forgotten relative. His estranged grandfather, a reclusive alchemist, has passed away, leaving Damian his secluded estate in the countryside. Intrigued, and with little to lose, Damian decides to visit the property, only to discover that his grandfather’s legacy is far more complex than he imagined. At the heart of the mansion is an ancient, hidden laboratory filled with cryptic notes and strange, alchemical equipment. Damian quickly learns that his grandfather was part of a secretive alchemical order dedicated to uncovering the Philosopher's Stone. His grandfather had been on the verge of a breakthrough—one that involved transmutation of not just metal, but reality itself. As Damian delves deeper into his grandfather's research, he starts experiencing strange occurrences. Time warps. Shadows move on their own. Old enemies of the order resurface, determined to seize the secrets Damian has inherited. To protect his life and the legacy of his family, Damian must master the forbidden knowledge of alchemy before it consumes him. In a race against time and enemies both seen and unseen, Damian discovers that the true power of alchemy is not in transmuting gold—but in unlocking the secrets of life, death, and the universe itself. However, every step he takes closer to mastering alchemy brings him closer to a dangerous truth: that some knowledge was never meant to be found.
DaoistArHism · 4.3K Views

Half me and half...

"Get your hands off me!" she almost shouted, wrestling against my grip, so I held her even tighter. "Put this on!" I groaned, toiling to keep her in place and wishing again I’d worn the damn gloves. The feel of her warm skin under my arm and palm wasn’t helping my focus. "I'm not taking you home like this!" "You don't tell me what to do!" she snapped, thrashing to break free of my hold as I fumbled with the cloak in my other hand, trying to drape it over her bare shoulders. "I'm not going home! Let me go, I said!" "Did you really think I got you out of there just to let you wander the streets, almost naked, like a lunatic?" That stopped her. "What did you call me?!" "LU-NA-TIC." "You... You…! Take your hands off me, you insolent brute!" Enraged, she yanked her arm too abruptly and lost her balance. I caught her, wrapped her in the cloak, and threw her over my shoulder. "PUT ME DOWN!" She shrieked and flailed, but I ignored her, making my way to the Commander’s house, which, thanks to Braa, was only two streets away. Since the entire population was in the square for the ridiculous festival, no one intervened at the frantic cries of the wild creature. No wonder in the ten years I've known the Commander, I've never heard that he has a daughter. She must’ve been kept locked away. Strangely, she suddenly went still and quiet. Had she grown tired, worried about attracting attention, or finally realized how inappropriate it was to show up at her parents' doorstep in this state? She didn’t seem to care before. With every step, my anxiety grew—she was limp. "Hey!" No answer. Seriously?! "Hey, you!" Nothing. A bad feeling crept over me, so I pulled her off my shoulder and into my arms. Her head fell against my chest—unconscious. "Hey! Hey, you!" I shook her, but she didn’t react. Panic surged through me. Had she fainted? Had I held her too tight? Lifting her more securely, I sprinted toward the Commander's house.
Inemin · 113K Views

Rise of the Forgotten Son

Jack Alfonso, the seventh son of the wealthy Alfonso family, has spent his life in the shadow of his more powerful half-siblings. After the death of his mother when he was just fifteen, Jack finds himself alone, bullied, and dismissed by the family that should have protected him. Struggling to survive in the cutthroat environment of Chicago, Jack finally decides to leave behind the city of power and wealth. At nineteen, with only the small savings he'd managed to scrape together, Jack escapes to Inchoate City, a backward and neglected place far from the reach of the Alfonso family's influence. But Inchoate isn't any easier. The city is rife with corruption, gang violence, and ruthless business politics. When Jack opens a modest store, his life takes an unexpected turn. After receiving an inexplicable notification, he discovers that his income will now be multiplied by one hundred times—a mysterious force that could change everything. However, this power comes with a price. Jack's rapid success attracts both allies and enemies from the dangerous underworld of Inchoate. Faced with threats from gang leaders, powerful businessmen, and his own estranged family, Jack must navigate the city's treacherous waters, using his newfound abilities to rise from nothing and carve a place for himself. As he builds his empire, Jack will have to confront his past, face the brutal realities of the world around him, and ultimately decide how far he's willing to go to claim power and freedom.
mustafa_abakar · 1.2K Views

Wolfdale: Blood of The Moon

#volume1:completed “Call me Gabriel Moonfire, a young alpha of the Silver Wolf Pack, sworn protectors of the human realm," he introduced himself with a voice that held a mixture of authority and weariness. "You have trespassed into Wolfdale during the full moon, disregarding the sacred laws that govern our kind. By doing so, you have placed yourself in grave danger." "I... I didn't know," she stammered, her voice filled with a mix of confusion and remorse. Liz stared in astonishment at the young man before her, standing tall and unashamed, completely devoid of clothing. At first glance, he was undeniably handsome, exuding an aura of reliability. The only thing that sent shivers down Liz's spine was the fact that he stood before her completely naked. "Um... excuse me?" Liz managed to stammer, her voice filled with a mix of uncertainty and disbelief. "Aren't you... aren't you aware that you're... uh, naked?" The young man's lips curled into a smug smile, his eyes sparkling mischievously. "Oh, dear," he replied, his voice carrying a hint of amusement. "You're on the brink of death, and yet you're concerned about my nudity?" !!!The book cover is my personal property!!! ~~~ #war #slowburn #conspiracy #legends #prophecy In the mystical forests of Silverwood, a prophecy foretold the coming of a child who would become the Alpha of all werewolf packs in the world. This child, known as the Moonchild, was said to be the descendant of the sacred Moonlit werewolf clan. While the Moonlit werewolves lived peacefully secluded in the forest, many other packs resided in the city, operating as powerful mafia organizations that controlled the underground world and influenced political decisions through alliances with corrupt leaders. One fateful day, the ShadowNight pack launched a brutal attack on the Moonlit clan. They slaughtered all the males and captured the young females to be used for their twisted desires. The cover is commission!!! #war #conspiracy #legends #smut —— disclaimer: - 18+ above, please be wise - Previous story: Undressed by the Half-beast Prince - slow burn love story - explicit content will be cautioned at the begginingbof chapter - the cover is commissioned
Tizzz · 247K Views

Oasis of Blood

Prince Samir looked at her disdainfully. “You’re not human.” “Aren’t I?” Nazmi asked boredly. “You aren’t.” She rolled her eyes. “Then what am I, your highness?” “A nymph. I can tell.” Prince Samir’s golden orange eyes threatened her. That if she lied again, she would surely lose her life. Nazmi started to panic. She hadn’t felt such genuine fear in a very long time. Time was running out, she needed to try and execute her plan before it was too late – but she swallowed the fear inside her to avoid blowing her cover. “How can you be so sure?” Nazmi laughed. Unfortunately for him, aside from having a lot to hide, playing with fire was her favorite activity. “Is it because you can’t bite me?” His dark skin and glowing eyes looked beautiful in the dim lighting; such an ethereal and lovely appearance wasn’t befitting of a vile monster like a vampire, Nazmi thought to herself. How unfortunate. The vampire hummed in agreement. “I would have ripped your skin and devoured your ichor the moment I saw you if it weren’t stopping me.” “You could always just kill me and drink my blood that way,” she said with a sarcastic smile. “Barbaric, yes, but it seems you and your kind prefer it that way. I’d say you’re animals, but that would be too cruel a comparison. Animals could never be as disgusting as you.” — War between the humans and vampires has gone on for centuries. Bloodshed and domination are all the two races seem to know, and neither side ever show intention for peace. The death toll between them is massive, both mortals and vampires alike. But what about everyone caught in between? Nazmiseia is one of the few remaining nymphs left. Since nymphs are spirits borne from nature, the constant shedding of blood and war has destroyed countless of their homes. Many of the wars took place on nymph land.As a girl, she lost her friends and family all save for her father. He took her to live amongst the humans and blend in, so that they could live a peaceful life. She took up the human-friendly nickname of Nazmi. Her father didn't know that his sweet girl would grow up wanting nothing but revenge on both humans and vampires alike. She is now the age of 20, finally old enough to begin learning how to use her nymph powers. While developing connections with strong people and training to fight, she ends up thrown in the middle of a human-vampire skirmish at the border. Nazmi not only finds herself injured, but captured by one of the most fearsome vampire generals. In the hands of the notoriously handsome and tyrannical vampire Prince Samir, her plans for revenge have to take a backseat to something more urgent - escape! — There will be lots of R18 detailed smut throughout the story. Please be aware! Blood and gore, vivid descriptions of death. Enemies to lovers, of course.~
carmyko · 193.3K Views
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