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THE DROWNED PRINCE AND THE OUTCAST

[Warning: Mature Content R18+] “Fuck, you’re not what I expected.” The words cut clean through my mind, link, sudden, and unmistakable, and I froze. The man standing before me was more than wreckage washed ashore. Caelan was the outcast, born a Witch-Fae, and they termed him the wild one. Born of both courts and claimed by neither, he was a creature of untamed magic and impossible legend. And now, he stood before me at the edge of the Pearl Castle, salt water curling around his ankles, cloak clinging to his frame like shadows and silk. “Up close, you’re even more handsome, Morkai,” he said aloud, voice rough but laced with a mocking edge, and he grinned like someone who’d just won a very long game. My pulse kicked hard beneath my ribs and realized that I’d known him before this moment. Not his face, not his form but his voice and his presence. That voice had pierced my thoughts through the link days ago, waking something I thought long dead. “You’re Caelen,” I said quietly, reverently. He winked and stepped closer, unconcerned by the power thrumming between us. “Didn’t think you’d recognize me so fast, your Majesty.” “Your voice is imprinted in my mind,” I replied, the truth spilling out before I could stop it. Caelen tilted his head slightly, the wet strands of his dark hair catching in the breeze. His green eyes, bright and impossibly deep, caught mine and held them. “Then I suppose meeting you here was inevitable,” he said, softer now. I stepped forward. I heard the way his breath hitched, and I knew then he was as affected by me as I was by him. “You are truly a sight to behold. Is this magic or witchery?” I murmured, and a flicker passed through his expression, like he’d been waiting for those words. “Oh,” he said, voice dipping low as he moved closer, close enough for our magic to stir the air between us, and he raised his chin, stared up into my eyes, and spoke with quiet fire, “What about you, your Majesty?” He paused. “You’re not just handsome, you're the kind of beautiful that unsettles every part of my body, since the first time I set my eyes on you." My breath caught, and for the first time in a century, the sea went silent around me. *************************************************************************************** Beneath the waves, destiny awakens. On the shore, something ancient stirs. Morkai Vaelan, the Abyssal Sovereign, was once a prince, now a legend, drowned in time. Bound to the sea by a forgotten curse, he reigns in solitude from his spectral Pearl Castle, feared by sailors and forsaken by the gods. His heart, like the ocean, hides storms no one dares to weather. Caelen Thorne is a Witch-Fae with no home to call his own. Too wild for witches and too human for Fae, he is haunted by a prophecy that marks him as both a harbinger and a key. His magic is dangerous. His past, a mystery. And his future? Drenched in blood and saltwater. When a rupture in the ocean's heart threatens to destroy both land and sea, Morkai and Caelen are bound by a force older than time and drawn into a love that defies every law of gods and men. But as desire deepens and secrets surface, they must face the greatest danger of all: each other. Dark, romantic, and sweeping as the tide, The Drowned Prince and the Outcast is a tale of ancient magic, forbidden love, and the storm that comes when two broken souls refuse to let go.
Anna_Baibe · 41.2K Views

THE HUNTER .

After graduating, she expected normal. A job. Blazers. Heels. Maybe someone kind to share Sunday mornings and stupid inside jokes. She wanted quiet. Predictable. Not this. Never this. But fate packed its bags and vanished. Because the moment she met him- Her world cracked like a ribcage, And something feral crawled out. She doesn't know his name. Doesn't know where he came from. Only that when their eyes met across the wreckage- She lost her breath. Her grip. Her goddamn mind. He isn't someone you crush on. He's the kind you survive. He doesn't flirt. He doesn't smile. He doesn't chase. But when he looks at you- You run. Or you fall. There's no in-between. And she? She fell. Hard. Fast. Wrong. Because this isn't romance. It's war. A war between peace and the storm that wears a man's face. Where secrets are bullets, the battlefield is a bed, And the only rule is: Don't ask what he's hiding. But secrets don't stay buried- Not when they whisper your name like sin. Not when they leave bruises and paint your soul in portraits you don't remember posing for. She thinks she's smart. She thinks she knows danger. But the truth? Danger saw her first. Years ago. And it never looked away. --- > "You shouldn't fall in love with strangers." "Who said I had a choice?" --- The Hunter isn't a love story. It's a descent. Into obsession. Into madness. Into the kind of passion that doesn't knock- It breaks the door down and sets the house on fire. This is what happens when a girl meets her end. And it smiles. And waits. --- Welcome to Lords of Obsession. Where love doesn't bloom. It bleeds. --- THE HUNTER LORDS OF OBSESSION BOOK ONE
bambytheauthor · 3.2K Views

Bastards Ascension: A Playground of Gods

He wasn’t some chosen hero. Not the golden boy in prophecy. He was just Kieran Marcoth—a boy born on the wrong side of fate, A mistake, a misfit. Not blessed by heaven. Too stubborn for hell. And now… Thrown onto a battlefield meant for gods. The world had already been broken long before he came into it. People sinned, as they always do— And one day, the sky finally answered. The day God turned away, Everything fell. Cities burned. Families vanished. The silence afterward was louder than any explosion. But even in wrath, the Divine left something behind. A final olive branch—if you could call it that. A way to survive what came crawling out of the darkness. Talents. Powers. Strange, unique abilities passed down like gifts from a god who no longer cared. And on the day Kieran stood in line—quiet, hopeful, a little scared— Waiting to receive his talent, He dared to believe his life might finally start to make sense. Instead… He awakened something different. A hidden SSS-ranked talent. The kind with a condition attached. A catch. And just like that, everything went wrong. Laughter. Whispers. Stares like knives. He became a joke. A disappointment. Even the instructors didn’t bother to hide their sneers. Then the bullying started. The beating. The betrayal. And one day, it nearly killed him. He lay there, bleeding. Angry. Humiliated. A part of him still hoping this was some twisted mistake. But it wasn’t. And then— A sound. > [Ding! Conditions have been met] [Host has been successfully selected as a God Candidate] [Defeat the other candidates! Become the next God of this ruined world] Kieran stared at the message blinking in front of him. He didn’t smile. Didn’t cry. Didn’t feel triumphant. He just felt tired. And then, something in him shifted. One thought, sharp and cold, rose to the surface: “I’m going to fucking kill those bastards.” Not for power. Not for glory. But because he was done being the punchline. That’s how his journey began. Not as a hero. Not yet a monster. Just a boy who had lost too much— And found something worth fighting for in the wreckage. The question now is: Will the world break him again? Or will he become the god who remakes it?
The_Broken_Author · 136.9K Views

The Enchanting Beast Tamer

Please Add to Library so I can gauge interest :) More interest = More chapters --------------------------------------------------------------- {“Congratulations. Integration has begun. You have been successfully registered to the Sentient Interface for Survival, Tactics, Evolution, and Mana—S.I.S.T.E.M.”} { “Beginning synchronization. Warning: this may sting.”} Pain wasn’t the right word. Evisceration, maybe. Every nerve in her body caught fire. Her bones shrieked. Even her hair hurt... "Thank fuck that’s over," she whispered {“My apologies. At most, you should have experienced a minor headache. Your soul seems to contain… a great deal of trauma”} She laughed—sharp and broken. "Ya, no shit. Oh and, no offense, but your pain scale’s a bit off." A pause. Then, the voice continued—same tone, but just a hint more human. {“Noted. Adjusting pain calibration bias by 12%. Thank you for your feedback.”} --------------------------------------------------- When the world fractured, mana flooded reality—and everything changed. Cities fell. Machines exploded. Technology died. Sam didn't ask to wake up in the wreckage of a world reborn. She didn’t ask to inherit a stranger’s body, an experimental AI system, or a perk called Double Double that doubles everything... except the danger. Armed with strange knowledge from two lives, a sarcastic built-in assistant, and a pair of kittens with more bite than fluff, Sam begins her Integration into a world where magic and nanotech don’t just coexist—they compete. No class. No gear. No clue. But when the System speaks, Sam listens. Mostly. If the monsters don’t eat her, the adventurers might. But first—dinner, naming the cats, and figuring out how to enchant a frying pan ---------------------------------------------------
Airenlister · 1.6K Views

Into the stars

It all began in the grim aftermath of a devastating mech war on the desolate planet Virelia-7. The battlefield stretches endlessly beneath twin suns, littered with the ruined remains of massive mechanical titans and fallen warriors. Amid this vast graveyard of steel and death, a lone 15-year-old boy awakens—injured, disoriented, and alone. His body is battered, his clothes tattered, and his memory is gone. He doesn’t know his name, where he came from, or what side he fought for. All he remembers is the sky. Around him, war machines lie shattered, their pilots still strapped in their death positions. Clan insignias—the lion’s head torn in half and the twin-bladed wing—decorate broken steel, but they mean nothing to him. He wanders the wreckage in confusion, haunted by the stillness of it all, until hunger drives him into action. Strange scavenger creatures called Black Ravines pick at the corpses. Birdlike in shape but entirely alien, with bone-hooked limbs and oily feathers, they feast on the dead without fear. Desperate, the boy tries to hunt one but fails. On instinct, he plays dead, and when one comes close, he kills it with a shard of mech metal and devours it raw, choking through nausea to survive. Unbeknownst to him, his mind is fractured into three entities:1) The Amnesiac Self – the current version of him, living moment to moment on raw survival instinct. 2) The Aggressive Voice – violent, impulsive, and bloodthirsty. It tempts him to surrender control for power. 3) The Calculative Voice – cold, brilliant, and tactical. It watches from within, feeding him strategic thoughts and survival data when he’s close to death.
Adu_Wisdom · 1K Views

Natasha Magus

Four years ago, Natasha’s life was torn apart. Her mother, falsely accused of meddling in the dark arts, became the catalyst for a brutal massacre that left Natasha’s entire family slaughtered by a shadowy band of religious fanatics obsessed with eradicating witches. Orphaned and unmoored, Natasha grapples with the wreckage of her loss and the enigma of her own identity. But when she uncovers her half-blood heritage; part witch, part something else far more dark and sinister, she ignites a relentless quest to avenge her family and dismantle the zealot's crusade against her kind, no matter the cost. Her journey awakens dormant powers that surge through her veins, as intoxicating as they are dangerous, and unearths buried secrets about her family’s past that threaten to unravel everything she believes. Infiltrating the heart of the zealots’ twisted empire, Natasha faces trials that test her humanity and force her to confront her darkest fears. Allies blur into enemies, and the deeper she plunges into a world of blood and forbidden magic, the more she wonders: Was her mother's innocence a lie? With every step, the line between justice and obsession blurs, and the price of her destiny grows steeper. As the fanatics close in and her powers spiral beyond her control, Natasha must decide what she’s willing to sacrifice—and whether vengeance will save her or destroy her. Brace yourself now, and widen your imagination, as our woeful protagonist takes you on an ominous yet captivating journey through her tragic past, controversial present, and ambitious future. For more info, contact me @ Gmail uzomaebube48@gmail.com Whatsapp +2347048286289
Ebube_Uzoma · 9.1K Views

The Riders at Dawn

In a dying world strangled by frost, plague, and the whispers of monsters, survival is a currency—and Iris Liren is dangerously close to going broke. She’s spent her life scraping together enough food, coin, and sanity to protect her younger brother Flynn from the rot seeping into their crumbling town of Sundra. Between the ever-creeping infection known as the Rattle and the ravenous vampire lords across the border, death is always one wrong step away. The Wolves—cold, lethal warriors bonded to the mythical volanema beasts—are the kingdoms’s only real line of defense. Revered, feared, and kept distant from the civilians they serve, the Wolves don’t come when you scream. They come after, when it’s too late. And when Iris sees the wreckage left behind after another attack, she knows the truth: if you want someone saved, you do it yourself. But the town is bleeding, secrets are festering, and trust is a weapon no one dares to wield. When Flynn vanishes, desperate to join the Wolves and prove he can protect what’s left of their broken world, Iris finds herself pulled into the center of a conflict that’s far bigger—and far older—than she ever imagined. And at its heart is a commander whose eyes see everything and give away nothing. His presence is as commanding as his silence, and though Iris refuses to bow, she can’t help but feel the sharp pull of fate every time he’s near. Determined to drag her brother back from the jaws of death, Iris pursues him into the treacherous mountains. Instead of finding Flynn, she's forcibly conscripted into the brutal trials herself, thrust into the Culling – a bloody free-for-all where hundreds fight to survive, and only 60% will walk away. Forged in desperation, she forms uneasy alliances. But the trials aren't her only battle. Watching over the carnage with chilling detachment is Alpha Zion Kage – leader of the feared Kuzgun Pack. Beautiful as wildfire and sharp as a honed blade, Zion radiates lethal power and unsettling secrets. His obsidian eyes see too much, especially Iris's defiance and raw strength. An unwanted, dangerous attraction sparks between them – a hunter drawn to a wounded, furious sparrowhawk. Zion is the embodiment of the system Iris distrusts, the man who might hold the key to Flynn's fate, and the one who forces her to confront the terrifying darkness within herself. As rebellion brews, loyalties fracture, and something ancient begins to stir beneath the snow-choked earth, Iris must decide how far she’s willing to go to save her brother—and whether the line between monster and man is as clear as everyone wants to believe. Iris must survive a trial designed to shatter the weak. To understand Zion, she might have to forfeit her heart. And to win, she'll be forced to cross a line that stains the soul. The path to the wolves is paved in blood, and love might be the deadliest trap of all.
saevyn · 19.6K Views
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