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Secrets of Silverwood

When Elena Carter returns to the secluded town of Silverwood to care for her ailing grandmother, she’s expecting quiet days in the sleepy town she left behind. But from the moment she crosses its borders, strange occurrences pull her into a world she doesn’t understand. The eerie howls in the woods, the cryptic warnings of the townsfolk, and the unsettling pull she feels toward the forest hint that Silverwood holds far more secrets than she ever imagined. Elena’s arrival sparks the interest of Lucas Blackthorn, a brooding stranger with piercing eyes and a connection to the town’s darker side. As their paths cross, Elena is drawn to him, even as her instincts tell her to run. Lucas knows Silverwood’s secrets better than anyone—because he’s been living them. As a member of a cursed werewolf pack, his life is ruled by danger and betrayal. When Elena learns she’s the key to an ancient prophecy capable of ending a century-old curse—or unleashing a power beyond anyone’s control—she is thrust into a battle for survival. As rival packs close in, alliances shift, and hidden truths about her family’s past emerge, Elena must decide whom to trust in a world where betrayal is currency. With her heart torn between Lucas and the secrets he harbors, and her life threatened by those who seek to use her, Elena must uncover the truth about herself, her family, and Silverwood. But the closer she gets to the answers, the more she realizes some mysteries are best left buried. In a story of love, betrayal, and supernatural intrigue, Silverwood explores the thin line between humanity and the beast within—and what it means to risk everything for those you love.
Ik0 · 2.2K Views

The Warmth of the Sun in the Winter

"They told me the stars could guide me home, but they never said the journey would leave me so utterly lost." Do you still remember your highschool deskmate? The boy with the brightest smile, that girl with the world's most beautiful silhouette? In three years of high school, the shadows of two people intertwine with the chalk, black and white both distinct, drifting around within the memories. The Su Yuanzhou in her memories was an underachiever in high school. He skips class to shoot pool, cheats on his exams and gets into fights. Yet, when she went back to the past she would always surprise herself for seeing a lot of his side, maybe if she did this before he probably wouldn't die. To be able to meet each other on this planet is some kind of fate, and to be able to illuminate our fleeting lives, how fortunate we are. ... Ren Yuxin was trailing behind Su Yuanzhou like a guilty puppy, her face plastered with an exaggerated pout. "Come here," Su Yuanzhou said, stopping in his tracks and turning to look at her. His tone was calm, but the slight twitch in his jaw betrayed his frustration. "Why?" Ren Yuxin asked, her voice overly cautious, taking a step back instead of forward. "Just come here." His patience was running thin. Ren Yuxin crossed her arms and tilted her head dramatically. "No! You’re going to hit me!" Su Yuanzhou froze, staring at her in disbelief. A few students nearby stifled their laughter, pretending not to watch the exchange. "I’m not going to hit you," he said, exasperated. "Do I look like that kind of person?" "Yes." Ren Yuxin nodded solemnly, her eyes wide with mock innocence. Su Yuanzhou sighed, rubbing his temples. How does she manage to drive me insane every single time? His patience—already minimal—was hanging by a thread. "Ren Yuxin," he said, his tone low and dangerous. "Come here. Now." "No way!" she retorted, taking another step back. "I know you’re mad because I—" She paused, looking guilty. "Because you what?" Su Yuanzhou prompted, narrowing his eyes. "... Because I accidentally sent that embarrassing video of you singing in the shower to our group chat," she admitted in a small voice, her eyes darting away. Su Yuanzhou’s face darkened instantly. He felt every shred of his dignity crumbling. "Accidentally?" he repeated, his voice rising. "It really was an accident!" Ren Yuxin protested, raising her hands defensively. "I didn’t mean to press send!" "Accident or not, you’re dead," Su Yuanzhou said, stepping toward her with purpose. "See! You are going to hit me!" she squealed, turning on her heels and running off. "Get back here!" he yelled, chasing after her.
Kissmet · 7.3K Views

Veil of Secrets

Synopsis of "Veil of Secrets" In a sprawling metropolis shrouded in ambition and deception, investigative journalist Alex Hayes is on a relentless quest for truth. When a series of mysterious disappearances begins to plague the city, Alex sees an opportunity to expose the dark underbelly of the elite—people who will stop at nothing to protect their secrets. Haunted by a personal tragedy linked to one of the missing, Alex is driven not just by a professional duty but by a deep-seated desire for justice. Teaming up with Maya Chen a passionate activist advocating for the victims and Sarah Hayes who is a skilled hacker with a talent for navigating the shadows of the digital world, Alex plunges into the depths of a hidden society where privilege meets peril. Their investigation reveals a web of corruption that extends to the city’s most powerful figures, including Marco Rossi, the charismatic leader of the elite society, whose charm masks a ruthless ambition. As Alex unravels the tangled threads connecting the disappearances, they encounter Ethan Blake, a mysterious informant with a foot in both worlds—the elite and the marginalized. With his insider knowledge and complicated past, Ethan offers crucial information but harbors secrets of his own. Together, they must navigate a treacherous landscape where trust is a luxury and every revelation could be a deadly game-changer. As the stakes rise and danger lurks at every turn, Alex’s relentless pursuit of the truth puts them at odds with the very forces they seek to expose. Each chapter unfolds a new layer of betrayal, ambition, and moral ambiguity, leading to a final confrontation that will challenge everything Alex believes about justice, loyalty, and the price of uncovering the truth. "Veil of Secrets" is a gripping tale of resilience and revelation, exploring the lengths people will go to protect their secrets—and the devastating consequences of uncovering them.
delphine_siri · 11.8K Views

To Sleep In The Sea Of Time

This is a story of a guy who loses everything, and then gets it back. Same old new world story, just a different kind of story teller. *** They took away our hunter tags. They had us grow our hair. They gave us a new brand, when we were over there. They staged us out of Dragur, East of the Olim Horn. I guess they call us Slaves, but no one calls us much anymore. There is no fun in killing. I don't want to do it anymore. Karn brought Sorrow. Pookie brought Fear. Milk brought the fly boys. They did work in Undia. I worked mostly clandestine. Some Legends I should not say. We played with better wands. I could use the extra pay. Did Mara give the order? Did venom pay the way? They said we were slaying demons, but it was kind of hard to tell. There is no fun in killing. I don't want to do it anymore. This was before HALO, and Codex was king. Hej atop the rider, he never felt a thing. When our rider caught a spell, and both the mages killed. It pitched us over sideways on some cold Sylph hill. My back felt like it was broken, my legs I could not feel. I kept on slaying demons, but it was kind of hard to tell. There is no fun in killing. I don't want to do it anymore. I never did heal up right from injuries sustained Officially in Torin, unofficially we train. I remember all their faces. They dream about me still. I guess I'm slaying demons, but it's kind of hard to tell. There no fun in killing. I don't want to do it anymore. I speak the cold logistic, that old boys speak so well. Veni, Vedi, Vici. I'll see you in Hel. Maybe it's bravado, or an unspeakable guilt. That village, they were demons, but it was kind of hard to tell. There is no fun in killing. I don't wanna to do it anymore. I've done plenty. What is one more? -Corb Lund *** Come guess me this riddle. What beats shire leaves and fiddle? What is hotter than pleasures touch, and whiter than cream? What best wets his whistle? What is clearer than crystal? What is sweeter than honey and stronger than steam? What will make the lame walk? What will make the dumb talk? What is the elixir of life and philosopher's stone? And what helped Pookie-Baba dig up a tunnel, that runs from Shalamanda to West-Torin? When you are digging a crater, It is the best thing in nature, for sinking your sorrows and raising your joys. Sometimes I wonder, if lightning and thunder, is made out of the plunder, of the reddest hiski and oils. *** If you can keep your head when all about you, are losing theirs and blaming it on you. If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you, but make allowance for their doubting too. If you can wait and not be tired by waiting, or being lied about, don’t deal in lies, or being hated, don’t give way to hating, And yet don’t look too good, nor talk too wise. If you can dream, and not make dreams your master. If you can think, and not make thoughts your aim. If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster, and treat those two impostors just the same. If you can bear to hear the truth you’ve spoken, twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools, or watch the things you gave your life to, broken, and stoop and build them up with worn-out tools. If you can make one heap of all your winnings, and risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss and lose, and start again at your beginnings, and never breathe a word about your loss. If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew, to serve your turn long after they are gone, and so hold on when there is nothing in you; Except the Will which says to them ‘Hold on!’ If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue, nor walk with Kings, nor lose the common touch. If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you. If all men count with you, but none too much. If you can fill the unforgiving minute, with sixty seconds worth of distance, run. Yours is the World and everything that’s in it, and which is more you’ll be a Man, my son. - Rudyard Kipling
man_of_culture3030 · 689.9K Views
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