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Naruto Half Sister

The Half-Demon, Half-Vampire Legend

In a world of fifteen warring kingdoms, where humans believe themselves to be the only rulers of the land, an orphaned soldier named Damon Vayne fights for survival. Raised in a peaceful village with no knowledge of his true origins, Damon grows up believing he is just an ordinary human. Strong, fearless, and gifted with unparalleled beauty and combat skills, he rises through the ranks of his kingdom’s army. But fate is cruel. When a mighty empire wages war, Damon’s kingdom, Morvain, is burned to the ground. He watches his friends slaughtered, his king executed, and his home reduced to ashes. Forced to flee with a handful of survivors, he takes refuge in Valladriel, the kingdom of three princesses. But peace is short-lived. The war follows them, and Valladriel falls just as Morvain did. In the final moments, the dying king entrusts Damon with his daughters, ordering him to protect them at all costs. Wounded and lost, Damon and his companions escape into the unknown, with no kingdom to call home. But fate has other plans. Mysterious warriors clad in black armor arrive, led by a man strangely familiar to Damon. Defeated with ease, he and his companions are taken to a hidden kingdom unlike any they have seen before—Vexmortis, the realm of demons. There, Damon learns that not all rulers are human… and that he is not human either. Unknown to him, he is the forbidden child of two powerful bloodlines—the son of Kraviel, the Demon King of Vexmortis, and the Vampire Queen of the Night. His powers were sealed at birth, and his identity hidden to protect him from forces that would seek to destroy him. But with war consuming the world, Damon cannot remain in hiding. He wants revenge. He wants justice. He wants his kingdom back. With his friends, the princesses, and unlikely allies, Damon embarks on a journey to reclaim Morvain and Valladriel, rising from a mere soldier to a king who will rule over all. But can he defeat the empire that destroyed his home without unlocking the terrifying power hidden within him? And if he does awaken… will he still be Damon Vayne, or will he become something else entirely? A tale of war, betrayal, destiny, and forbidden power begins. Will Damon be the hero the world needs, or the monster it fears?
Khing_Khellvin · 680 Views

A Throne For Sister: Rise Of The Dragon

Eirik Boris was never the type to accept a deal nor offer quickly, but with the girl in front of him, the riot that’s currently going on in the kingdom, and the rumor of the old king's bloodline, there are just too many things at stake. He looked at her with his eyes full of doubts, knowing very well that not only his life was at stake, but his region, too. But at the same time, if the girl in front of him is who she claimed to be, then a new beginning shall begin in the kingdom. It will be a new dawn of glory, a new turn—around, especially for the commoners. With a sharp blade in her hand, unlike anything Eirick had ever seen, which had a crystal that had a glinting red onyx at its end, the girl stepped into the long, narrow bridge, ready to prove that she was from the bloodline of the old king. “If you fail, I’ll surely deliver you to the king myself.” Eirik made it sound like a warning, and like he was not interested in her at the same time. But deep down, Eirick cared. If this girl turns out to be carrying the blood of the old king, then things will turn around for great. And if not, then he’d gladly deliver her to the king. At least, by doing that, he’d still have to keep his head, his family, and his region. And maybe, just maybe, the king will give him a limited punishment, but not a death sentence. “I won't fail,” Eirick heard her replying without turning, her voice full of uncertainty, though. Eirik held his daughter's hand, leading her back slowly, his armor bearer following, and then the nobles, a hundred of them who had come to watch the so-called girl who claimed to be carrying the blood of the old king venturing to the narrow bridge where she would recover what was left behind by the Old king himself. Before the old king vanished, he had said that only his true bloodline could cross the narrow bridge and retrieve what he had hidden there. Many people had come to attempt it, all of them claiming to be the son or daughter of the old king, and all of them had failed. This girl won't be an exception, at least, that's what they thought, not until the unexpected happened. As usual, the ghost guardian of the bridge, a being forged from magic with extraordinary abilities, emerged from the chasm of the bridge, standing tall and proud in front of the girl with a rapier in his hand. He didn't give the girl a chance to blink; he charged, the sound of metal against metal filling the air, sparkles flying out, and groaning of the two filled the atmosphere, too. And then, when everyone thought the girl would fail like the rest, they noticed her body shimmering, a great aura coming out of her body like a mist, her hair flaring in flame like a ghost rider, but she was not. And then, the blade radiated extra light, before the girl took full transformation herself. She easily bypassed the ghost as he presented his attack, moving with the grace of a leaf dancing in the wind, but in a blur that everyone hardly saw her moving. Before the ghost could wheel to face her, the girl struck him hard at the temple with the hilt of her blade, followed by a kick in the chest, which sent the ghost tumbling down the bridge. Normally, a ghost shouldn't feel attacked or get hit since he's partially invincible, but the girl was not ordinary either. She’s from the lineage of King Saul, making her the rightful heir to the kingdom of Agapanthus, and she just proved that to everyone by defeating an undefeatable foe.
Memento_01 · 2.2K Views

THE HALF-BLOOD CROWN

Aeliana’s body tensed, every instinct urging her to flee, but her legs refused to obey. The weight of Kaelion’s presence pressed down on her chest, as if the air itself bowed to his will. She clenched her fists, willing herself to stay upright, to meet his gaze with whatever scraps of courage she could muster. She wouldn’t let him see her fear. “Step forward,” Kaelion ordered, his tone smooth but unyielding. Her jaw tightened. The part of her that was human screamed to fight, to run, but there was a faint hum beneath her skin—a whisper of something else. Something fae. It stirred like a forgotten memory, pulling her feet forward against her will. She stopped only a breath away from him, her chin tilted defiantly despite the trembling in her limbs. Up close, the king was even more overwhelming. His features were carved in sharp, perfect lines, his mismatched eyes glinting with an intelligence that saw too much. He wasn’t just cruel; he was calculating. A predator who enjoyed the chase as much as the kill. “What are you?” Kaelion asked, his voice soft but dangerous. He reached out, his claw-tipped fingers brushing the edge of her hood. She flinched, and his lips twitched—a hint of amusement at her reaction. “I’m no one,” she bit out, her voice steadier than she felt. “Just a thief.” “A thief?” he echoed, his fingers catching the edge of the hood. With a single motion, he pushed it back, exposing her face to the moonlight. The murmurs of the onlookers grew louder, their perfect features twisting with disdain. Kaelion’s eyes narrowed, his gaze raking over her. “No one, indeed.” He took a step closer, his presence enveloping her like a dark tide. “And yet… there’s something about you. Something familiar.” Aeliana’s heart pounded as his hand moved, fingers brushing the curve of her jaw. His touch was light, but it burned like fire, sending a shiver down her spine. “I should kill you for your insolence,” Kaelion said, his voice dropping to a dangerous whisper. “But there’s a… curiosity to you. A defiance I rarely see.” His lips curled into a smirk that didn’t reach his eyes. “I think I’ll keep you instead.” “Keep me?” Her voice cracked as anger flared, momentarily overriding her fear. “I’m not some pet to be claimed.” Kaelion’s smirk vanished, replaced by a cold, imperious glare. “You misunderstand, little thief. I’m not offering you a choice.” Aeliana’s stomach twisted as he raised his hand, his fingers glowing faintly with dark energy. Before she could react, a pulse of power shot through her, wrapping around her wrists like invisible chains. She stumbled, her knees buckling, but the magic held her upright. “You’ve entered my city, stolen from my people, and dared to defy me,” Kaelion said, his voice echoing with authority. “Your punishment will serve as a lesson to all who think they can do the same.” “And what punishment is that?” she spat, struggling against the bonds. Kaelion leaned in, his face inches from hers. “You’ll serve me,” he said, his voice a low, menacing growl. “Body and soul. Until I decide you’ve earned your freedom.” The crowd gasped, their whispers growing louder as the king straightened. Aeliana’s blood ran cold as she realized the full weight of his words. This wasn’t just about punishment—it was about control. And she was at the mercy of a man who had none. “Take her to the palace,” Kaelion commanded, his eyes never leaving hers. “I’ll decide what to do with her later.” The soldiers moved to obey, and Aeliana felt herself being pulled away, her body still bound by the king’s magic. As they dragged her through the streets, the crowd parted, their beautiful faces filled with a mix of fear and contempt. She clenched her fists, her mind racing. She couldn’t let this be the end. She wouldn’t let herself be another victim of Kaelion’s tyranny. Somewhere deep inside her, the faint hum of power stirred again, stronger this time.
KENNYWROTEIT · 5.5K Views

Ugly Sister, Beautiful Brother: The Story Of An Half Vampire

Minami has always been painfully aware of her appearance. With her wild hair, rough features, and a face that makes people turn away, she has long accepted her title as "the ugly sister." It doesn’t help that her older brother, Kazuya, is the complete opposite—tall, effortlessly handsome, and admired by everyone. But if there’s one thing Minami hates more than her reflection, it’s Kazuya’s teasing. What starts as his usual playful torment takes an unexpected turn one night when he kisses her on the cheek, claiming she’s not ugly in his eyes. Flustered and determined to forget, Minami brushes it off as just another of his tricks. But Kazuya doesn’t let go so easily. His teasing grows more relentless, his words more affectionate, and his actions dangerously close to something she can’t ignore. Yet, beneath their complicated bond lies a secret neither dares to confess. They are not truly siblings. Both Kazuya and Minami know this, but Kazuya don't know that Minami knows. And beyond that hidden truth, an even deeper one lingers—one neither can admit. Kazuya loves her. Minami loves him. But love is the least of Kazuya’s worries. He is no ordinary man—he is a half-vampire, an anomaly that defies nature. A being who has conquered both the brilliance of day and the shadows of night, neither human nor monster, yet stronger than both. In the history of mankind and vampires alike, none have ever matched his power. And Minami’s face—her so-called hideous curse—is just that: a curse. One placed upon her long ago, cruel and unrelenting. Kazuya’s only goal is to break it, to give her back the beauty stolen from her. But will he succeed before she learns the truth? And if she does—if she finally sees herself through his eyes—will they ever be able to cross the fragile line between siblings and something far more dangerous? A story of self-worth, forbidden love, and the mysteries that bind them together.
LeoDGreed · 18.7K Views

Half me and half...

"Get your hands off me!" she wrestled 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 · 114.2K Views
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