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Dorcas Meadowes And Sirius Black

Black Magus

What kind of realm would you choose to live in after digitizing your mind? For Amun, that was a magical world where he could be free to learn until his end of days. What he got was to become the living god of a vast realm in an odd universe. A being who'd be born with the world. And later stripped of it all. A being of juxtaposition and contradictions. A sinner and a saint. A wise sage and a genius scientist. A loving creator and a baleful explorer. An elf and a devil, living in a world of might and magic. But all is not what it seems. Peace is fleeting. Figures loom in the light. Forms strafe through the trees. And one Amun is woefully ignorant to the ways of a realm so ripe for change. Yet he is one who cannot help but change it. So he devotes himself to forming the greatest guild the Mortal Plane has ever seen, intending to change his world and others for the better. And yet, somewhere along the line of his undying march, Amun evolved into the being all denizens of the Mortal Plane either revered; or feared. The Black Magus. *** This novel’s lore, story, and characters are entirely fictitious. Certain long-standing countries, institutions, organizations, agencies, public offices, etc. are/may be mentioned, but their histories and the characters involved are wholly imaginary. *** This novel’s lore, story, and characters are entirely fictitious. Certain long-standing countries, institutions, organizations, agencies, and public offices are mentioned, but their histories and the characters involved are wholly imaginary. Look for the story on RR. https://www.royalroad.com/profile/202907/fictions
Liden_Snake · 328.5K Views

The Wolf and Her Black-Bellied Owner

[Dark Romance, Mature Content +18] Sui Yan, 26, was a young wolf hybrid living in the life of unlimited debts that her scum father graciously left.  With limited education and almost no qualification in anything, she could do nothing but work as a dealer in an illegal casino. Fortunately, the wages were enough to keep the debt collectors from constantly biting her tail.  In her darkest of times, her salvation came in the form of a devil in disguise, Mikhail Romanovich Alexeyev– the youngest CEO of one of Russia's biggest corporations and a well-known philanthropist, who bulldozed his way in her life with the force of a rocket.  This man spoke of nothing but sweet promises to break her off her shackles. In desperation to escape the clutches of debts, stalker's obsession, and crazy scientists, she succumbed into the sweet honeytrap.  Little did she know that making a deal with a wolf in sheep's clothing may be the biggest mistake she's ever made.  "To think that I landed such an enticing and rare catch," Mikhail said with a low curve of his lips, caressing the small quivering back bent over the table. A smirk stretched across his lips as he leaned over and whispered in the wolf's ears.  "I have to say, you are worthy of my collections." Disclaimer: This is mature content and a dark romance, with a little of papapa. Read at your own risk. *The cover is commissioned art, all rights belong to me and the artist, Lia Audelia.* Update schedule: On hold until further notice
SleepyKola · 55.3K Views

My Meadow of Ash Trees

She went through hell at an early age. She was abandoned by her father to be abused and exploited like a slave by his wife and daughter. She tried running away from them so many times, but she was always caught. When her 'so-called' sister, who was set to marry a Count's son, vanished, her 'so-called' father suddenly remembered her existence and recognized her as his youngest daughter. [Excerpt] "You wench! We have fed and dressed you since you were a child. And now you won't even be useful." Her stepmother shouted She raised her left eyebrow. "Fed me? Dress me? You couldn't even give me a decent room. If I may remind you, I've been living in the attic room for ten years, and you treated me worse than a maid. A slave. You treated me as a slave." "You ungrateful child. I should have never let you live. You should have just died together with your whore mother." Said the Count. Upon hearing about her mother, she felt rage. She could still remember how she saw her mother die in the coldness of the night. She looked at the Count with blazing eyes as if they could burn. "Never mention my mother again. And stop blaming the innocent here. You are the one who raped her and got her pregnant, Count Harriston." She said it in an angry tone. Then she looked over at the Countess. "And Countess, you should be grateful that you have another daughter because if I were born as a boy, you would never have a penny left." "You b..." Countess Harriston got slapped by Ashley before she could finish her words. The Countess held up her red left cheek. "I'm not a bitch. You and your daughter are bitches. And I will never marry Count Lottway's son. Find your spoiled brat daughter, and don't make me her substitute." "You ungrateful wench!" The Count held her hand and tried to slap her. But a strong man's force stopped the hands of the Count. When he saw whose hand stopped him, his face became pale. He couldn't believe that this man would be here. "Y-your Grace? W-why are y-you here?" The Count was so afraid that he stuttered his words. The man released the Count's hands and hid Ashley at his back. "Hurt her, and you're dead." He said it with a cold tone. Cover not mine
MCPURPLE_7791 · 606.4K Views
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