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The Lunar Curse: A Second Chance With Alpha Draven

Meredith Carter was once the pride of her pack—until the Lunar Curse marked her as wolfless, unwanted, and a disgrace. Humiliated, abandoned, and rejected by her fated mate, she thought the Moon Goddess had forsaken her. But her curse came with a cruel side effect—wild, uncontrollable pheromones that drove men insane with desire and disgust. A scent so intoxicating, it made her a target. The night she was cast aside when her pheromones spiralled beyond control, Alpha Draven Oatrun—the most feared and untouchable Alpha in the kingdom—claimed her instead. But Draven doesn’t want love. He doesn’t even want her. His reasons for marrying her have nothing to do with fate. Thrust into a world of ruthless politics, deadly enemies, and a mate who sees her as nothing more than a pawn, Meredith must fight to survive, reclaim her dignity, and uncover the secrets behind her curse. Because something is awakening inside her. Something powerful. Something… ancient. And when the truth is revealed, not even Alpha Draven will be able to resist what she becomes. Rejected. Cursed. Desired. Chosen. Will Meredith break free from her fate? Above all, what is this mystical force pushing her to start a war? — Excerpt: "You may have claimed me," Meredith whispered, her violet eyes burning with defiance, "but you will never own me." Draven exhaled a low, dangerous laugh. His golden eyes gleamed as he caged her in, his presence suffocating. "Own you?" His voice was velvet and steel. "Little wolf, I don’t need to own you." He brushed a strand of silver-white hair behind her ear—a touch so light, yet it sent shivers down her spine. "Because whether you like it or not…" His breath ghosted against her skin. "Your body already responds to me." Meredith clenched her jaw, ignoring the traitorous warmth pooling deep inside her. It was the pheromones. It had to be. "I hate you," she forced out. “Good,” Draven smirked. Because hate was just another form of obsession.
Paschalinelily · 6.2K Views

Abyssal Overlord: System Of Conquest

For a century, the world has stood on the brink of annihilation. The Abyss, a realm of nightmares, tore open rifts across the land, unleashing horrors that devoured entire civilizations. Humanity fought back, but the cost was steep—kingdoms fell, empires crumbled, and power became the only law. In their so-called mercy, the gods descended, granting divine gifts to the mortals who remained. Warriors rose, new nations were forged, and an uneasy balance was struck. But the scars of the past ran deep, and beneath the surface, the world rotted. The strong preyed on the weak. Corruption festered. Justice was nothing more than a word. Kaine Duskbane knew this truth well. Once the heir to a fading noble house. With next to no magic and no ability, he entertained constant bullying and mocking from both his peers and his family. He had only one reason to fight—his younger sister, the last piece of his shattered family. She was his light in a world of darkness. And then they took her from him. Betrayed. Beaten. Forced to watch as she was defiled and slaughtered. Left to die in the mud, drowning in his own blood, he cursed the gods, cursed the world, cursed his weakness— And then he woke up in Hell. Before him stood the Seven Sins, ancient rulers of the infernal realms. Their laughter echoed through the abyss as they gave him a choice: Burn for eternity… or return for revenge. Kaine didn’t hesitate, he chose power. But such power comes with a price, a dangerous one. The gods had turned their backs on him. The world had discarded him. But in Hell, he was given something no one else had. Power. True, absolute power. When he opened his eyes again, he was reborn. Darkness surged through his veins. His heart turned to ice. His wrath became his purpose. He had been given a system. Not just any ordinary one. But one to rule with an iron fist. A Conquering System. The ones who wronged him believe themselves untouchable, shielded by their status, their wealth, their so-called divinity. But they made one fatal mistake. They left him alive. At first, his path is one of vengeance. But revenge is only the beginning. The Abyss still looms. The heavens remain arrogant. The gods sit upon their thrones, believing themselves untouchable. But with his system Kaine will show them the truth. Hell will kneel. The heavens will fall. The gods will beg for mercy. And from the ashes of the old world, he will build something new—a civilization forged in the flames of his will. The ones who gave him power....they will soon regret it.
DamienWhite737 · 1.4K Views

The Barbarian’s Bride

Taken. Bound. Claimed. Vesaria was a lady of the south, refined, educated, untouchable. Until the night the rogue Northmen came. Stolen from her home, dragged across a frozen, unforgiving land, she is forced to wed the warlord who led the raid. Khan Azgar, the Black Wolf. A beast of a man, feared even among his own kind. But Vesaria refuses to break. She fights, she resists, she runs. And yet, no matter how far she goes, he always brings her back—stronger, faster, hungrier than before. He welcomes her fight, watches her struggle with a knowing, infuriating smirk. Every act of defiance only seems to amuse him, every escape attempt only tightens his hold. "You can seethe all you want," he murmurs, his breath hot against her ear. "But you are my wife now. And whether it’s tomorrow, next week, or moons from now..." His grip tightens, his voice dark with promise. "We both know exactly where you’ll end up—under me, gasping for more." How long must she endure this before her uncle’s men come for her? If they come at all. If there’s anything left of her to save. But hatred burns close to passion. And the more she fights him, the more she feels the heat in his gaze, the possessive weight of his touch, the undeniable pull of something dangerous and forbidden. "You think I don’t see it?" he taunts, pressing her against the furs. "The way your body betrays you, little rabbit? You fight me with every breath, and yet, you shudder so sweetly at my touch." She is his prisoner. His bride. And if she isn’t careful, she won’t just belong to him—she’ll want to.
QuillMistress · 439 Views

The Secrets of CHIAROSCURO: The Fated Heir of Shadows and Light

This modern world was once ruled by elemental forces and primal creatures, but the balance of power has long since shattered. Vampires, Werewolves, Demons, and Humans—each race has carved its own legacy, yet none remain untouched by the tides of war and betrayal. Once, these factions waged battles that scorched the land and stained history with blood. Now, the war has faded into myth, and a fragile peace clings to existence like a dying ember. But peace was never meant to last. A kingdom watches with unease as old wounds fester beneath the surface, as forbidden ties between predator and prey threaten to upend everything. Whispers of rebellion stir in the streets, ancient forces awaken in the shadows, and a forgotten prophecy looms on the horizon. Amidst this brewing storm, a child is born—a being who is the product of two worlds. A hybrid of Vampire and Human, he stands as a symbol of opposing forces intertwined. His existence alone is enough to ignite fury, to challenge the natural order, and to become the spark that could either unite the fractured lands or set them ablaze once more. Secrets buried deep in history will rise. Loyalties will be tested. And in the end, only one truth remains: Power is the only law, and those without it will be devoured. What happens when the past refuses to stay buried? When the sins of old return to claim their debt? This is not a fairy tale. This is the truth they wanted forgotten. Welcome to The Secrets of Chiaroscuro.
AK31 · 11.4K Views

The Duskthrone Leagecy

The Duskthrone Legacy "There are names that should never be spoken... and one who could name what even gods fear." The Duskthrone Dukedom—a name draped in shadows and sealed behind centuries of silence—stands as a throne untouched by time. The Duskthrone family, bound by a lineage older than kingdoms, carries powers whispered to be the remnants of something lost to the gods themselves. They are the Keepers of the Nameless Truths, those who defy the laws of existence with powers capable of rewriting reality itself. Few dare to question the Duskthrone bloodline, for those who do often find their very names erased from memory. Its heir, Asher Duskthrone, emerges from the depths of isolation, his existence a whispered legend among nobles, a secret buried beneath fear and reverence. Few have seen him. Fewer still dare to speak his name. Behind his cold, unreadable gaze lies something the world cannot fathom—a power neither wholly mortal nor bound by divine law. The Eidolon Pantheon, those who carved existence from the void, turn their eyes toward him from behind veils of eternity. There are laws even gods must obey... but there are older truths—nameless, formless—that stir beneath the surface of reality. Whispers speak of Genesis bound to Origin—a power both before creation and beyond it—buried within Asher's very soul. The blood of Duskthrone carries the weight of unwritten names, a force that could name what even gods fear... or erase what was never meant to exist. Yet even Asher himself is blind to what lies dormant within him—his power waiting, watching, bound by chains unseen until the moment the world forces him to awaken. There are ancient prophecies scattered across forgotten texts—verses forbidden by divine decree—hinting at a voice that will rise from mortal flesh. A voice that speaks not of what is, but of what could have been... and what should never be. Those who stand too close to him feel the pull of something they cannot name—an absence where existence frays at the edges. The gods watch in silence, bound by their own fear. What will happen when that voice begins to stir? When Asher Duskthrone speaks— The world will listen... and the gods will tremble. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Azrael_Winterangel · 2.4K Views

Surviving Warhammer with my knowledge

Lost between time and space, a man known as Dr. Dew—a scientist turned synthetic survivor—awakens on a vast, untamed world untouched by civilization. Armed with nothing but his mind and a body engineered to defy nature itself, he must rebuild from the ground up, carving out a place for himself in this primal land teeming with towering beasts and hidden dangers. Unbeknownst to him, across the massive continent, another figure stirs—an enigmatic genius, summoned by forces beyond understanding. Drawn toward an unseen connection, she begins her own journey, hoping to one day uncover the mystery of the man who inadvertently called her into existence. As years pass, technology advances, knowledge is rediscovered, and the foundations of a new future take shape. But when the stars finally turn their gaze toward this forgotten world, Dr. Dew will have to decide: will he remain hidden in the shadows of history, or will he step forward and reshape the fate of an entire galaxy? P.S. This story was made with the help of A.I. since I have a hard time spelling and writing due to my dyslexia. Also, I do not own any of these characters, franchises, or prodcts thatLost between time and space, a man known as Dr. Dew—a scientist turned synthetic survivor—awakens on a vast, untamed world untouched by civilization. Armed with nothing but his mind and a body engineered to defy nature itself, he must rebuild from the ground up, carving out a place for himself in this primal land teeming with towering beasts and hidden dangers. Unbeknownst to him, across the massive continent, another figure stirs—an enigmatic genius, summoned by forces beyond understanding. Drawn toward an unseen connection, she begins her own journey, hoping to one day uncover the mystery of the man who inadvertently called her into existence. As years pass, technology advances, knowledge is rediscovered, and the foundations of a new future take shape. But when the stars finally turn their gaze toward this forgotten world, Dr. Dew will have to decide: will he remain hidden in the shadows of history, or will he step forward and reshape the fate of an entire galaxy? P.S. This story was made with the help of A.I. since I have a hard time spelling and writing due to my dyslexia. Also, I do not own any of these characters, franchises, or prodcts that are or may be mentioned in this story except for the Mc. may be mentioned in this story except for the Mc. Also this is still being worked on so don't be surprised to see chapters getting edited quite frequently.
fjgdghhgh · 2.3K Views

Bound by Fate: The Man Who Killed Me Now Calls Me His Wife

She had lived her life as the untouchable heiress—beautiful, powerful, and arrogant. To her, he was nothing but an insect beneath her feet. A scholarship student, a mere commoner she only acknowledged to mock. She never imagined that the same man would one day rise above her… and end her life with his own hands. When her eyes open again, she gasps, clutching her chest where the blade had pierced her. But she isn’t in her grand mansion, nor the cold abyss of death. Instead, she finds herself in a world completely unfamiliar—a kingdom where magic thrives, where nobles rule, and where fate plays cruel tricks. And the cruelest of all? She is now the daughter of a fallen noble house, despised, powerless, and… engaged to the very man who murdered her in her past life. He is different here—no longer a scorned commoner but a war hero, a ruthless duke with ice-cold eyes that regard her with suspicion. Does he recognize her? Does he know what she had done in their past life? Every moment near him is suffocating, every glance a reminder of her brutal fate. But one thing is clear—she is no longer the same woman who scorned him. And if she wants to survive in this new world, she must unravel the mystery behind her reincarnation, dodge the enemies lurking in the shadows, and face the man who once swore to destroy her… and now calls her his wife. Is this her second chance at redemption? Or has fate given him another opportunity to take everything from her—starting with her heart?
Andrien_Lopez · 1.2K Views

Shadow - Bound Ascension

---WSA ENTRY 2025--- Nox Sillon had lived in a world of power and chaos. Born into an empire where the strong ruled and the weak perished, he never once questioned his reality. The world was as it had always been—a place where magic reigned, wars raged, and only those with ambition could carve their own fate. Nox had no grand lineage, no divine prophecy to guide him. He wasn’t destined for greatness, nor was he some forgotten heir to an ancient legacy. But that never mattered. He didn’t need fate’s blessing—only the strength to take what was his. Through sheer will and ruthless cunning, Nox clawed his way through the ranks, navigating a world where betrayal lurked behind every smile, where strength was the only currency that mattered. But as he ascends, something feels… wrong. Events unfold in ways he cannot explain, as if an unseen force is pulling the strings. Shadows whisper of truths that should not exist. Powerful figures—ones who should have been untouchable—begin to fall as though following a script. And somewhere, in the depths of his mind, a strange thought lingers. A name he has never heard. A presence he cannot grasp. Something—someone—is out there. Watching. Waiting. And for the first time in his life, Nox Sillon begins to wonder—is he truly free, or has his path already been written? No matter the answer, one truth remains. If fate dares to stand in his way… he will tear it apart with his own hands. ——— Spin-Off series of 'The Extra's Transcension' Takes place in the same universe. Will be well thought - out story unlike extra's Transcension. ——— Discord: https://discord.gg/QYyPAxfhGH
NaughtyHunter2 · 1.3K Views

The Witch’s Vow

The night Elira was born, the sky wept with a storm so fierce it drowned the village’s crops and sent the river surging through the streets. The elders whispered that it was an omen—a cursed child had entered the world. Her mother, Lirien, barely survived the birth. She had screamed through the labor, clutching the straw bedding as if the pain itself was trying to steal her soul. When she finally held her newborn daughter, she gasped—not out of love, but fear. Elira’s eyes were too sharp, too knowing for a child who had only just entered the world. The midwife, an old woman with trembling hands, hesitated before cutting the umbilical cord. A chill passed through the room, the flickering oil lamp nearly snuffing out. The air felt… wrong. The village healer arrived soon after, summoned in desperation. She pressed her palm to the newborn’s tiny chest, feeling the thrum of something unnatural beneath her skin. “She is touched by the old magic,” the healer murmured. “A witch, from birth.” Lirien sobbed, clutching her baby to her chest. “No, please. My daughter is innocent.” The healer gave her a sorrowful look. “You must keep her hidden. If the village learns the truth, they will fear her.” And so, Elira grew up in the shadows. Her childhood was not one of warmth, but of caution. Her mother, though loving in her own way, kept her at arm’s length, afraid of what she might become. Her father, a bitter man worn down by poverty, looked at her as if she were the reason for all his misfortunes. But magic cannot be contained forever. At the age of five, Elira made a dead flower bloom in her hands. At seven, she whispered to the wind, and it answered. At ten, she healed a wound on her mother’s arm simply by touching it. Her family’s fear grew with each passing year. They did not see a daughter, a sister. They saw a curse. Then, when Elira was thirteen, something happened that changed everything. A boy from the village—one who had tormented her for years, throwing stones and calling her “witchspawn”—fell from a tree and broke his leg. The bone jutted through his skin, his screams echoing through the hills. Elira, acting on instinct, ran to him. She laid her hands on his leg, her power surging like a wave. The bone snapped back into place. The wound closed. He was healed. But instead of gratitude, there was terror. The boy’s mother shrieked. Villagers came running. They saw what she had done, what she was. “Witch,” they whispered. “Monster.” By nightfall, her family had packed their belongings and fled the village, leaving behind the only home they had ever known. They wandered from town to town, never staying in one place too long. Her parents blamed her for their misfortune, for their suffering. They cursed her magic, wished it had never been born within her. But when Elira turned eighteen, everything changed again. A wealthy businessman came to their town, looking for a wife. He was powerful, rich beyond imagination—a man who could lift them from poverty. And he wanted a woman who was pure, untouched, innocent. Elira’s parents saw an opportunity. “She is a blessing,” her mother told him, forcing a smile. “A gift from the heavens.” Elira said nothing. She had learned long ago that the world would never see her for what she truly was. And so, she was given away to a man who believed he had married a saint—when in truth, he had married a witch.
Ashe_world · 2.7K Views

Devourer's Legacy: I Regressed With The Primordial Crest

"Kill them all - every last member of House Grim must die tonight!" That was the last thing Renard heard before his world turned to ash. One night was all it took for him to lose everything - his family slaughtered, his home burned to ashes, all because the other Great Houses branded them traitors. They thought they wiped a noble line. Instead, they created a monster. Rising from the despair of losing everything, Renard became the beast Sovereign. He embraced the darkness and rose to the position of the 7th commander of the dreaded demon army. Leading an army of Demons and monsters, he brought three legendary Heroes to their knees and crushed four Great Houses to dust. But just as revenge was within his grasp, the champion of Humanity - Klean Weaver's holy sword pierced his heart. Renard thought that was the end. But something impossible happened. He woke up in the past, in a time when his family still lived and House Grim stood strong among the Eight Great Houses A second chance! A chance to change everything. That wasn’t all. For unknown reasons, he inherited the Legacy of the Devourer, a power that lets him consume the strength of his enemies. Was it a curse? Or a blessing? He didn’t know. But for Renard, it is simply a tool to protect what's his. The Lords of the Great Houses think they're untouchable in their high castles. They have no idea what's coming. This time, the Beast of House Grim hunts first!! *** Join the Discord for story discussion, events, character art and more.... Discord Link: https://discord.gg/YtJKT4kzEA
EternalWeaver · 29.5K Views

The Contract Bride's Dilemma

Elena Vasquez never imagined that saving her late mother’s boutique would come at the cost of her own freedom. But when Jason Sinclair—the ruthless billionaire responsible for her father’s downfall—offers her a contract marriage in exchange for financial security, she has no choice but to accept. To the world, they are the perfect power couple—graceful, untouchable, enviable. Behind closed doors, their marriage is a battlefield of icy glares, sharp words, and a tension neither of them can fully control. Jason needs her to seal a high-stakes merger, and Elena needs him to keep her mother’s legacy alive. But as much as she resents him, she can’t ignore the way his presence consumes the air around her. Jason Sinclair has always played to win. Business, power, control—he’s mastered them all. Marriage, however, was never part of the equation. Until now. Elena was supposed to be a means to an end, a pawn in his carefully orchestrated plan. But the fire in her eyes, the way she challenges him at every turn, makes him crave something far more dangerous than victory. As their worlds collide, desire turns into a slow-burning inferno neither of them saw coming. But secrets from the past threaten to shatter their fragile truce—Jason isn’t the only one with a hidden agenda, and Elena is about to uncover truths that could destroy them both. When business and emotions intertwine, the line between hate and something deeper blurs. Will Elena and Jason continue their war of wills, or will the contract that binds them become the very thing that sets them free?
KayElle · 4.6K Views

Gods Betrayed Me So I Made Them As Sx Slaves

David was once a man of wealth and prestige, living a seemingly perfect life. But beneath the surface of success, betrayal festered like a wound waiting to be torn open. The wife he adored, the brother he trusted, and the family he sacrificed for all turned against him. Their treachery destroyed not only his spirit but his body—leaving him crippled, abandoned, and with nothing left to live for. In his final act of defiance, David orchestrated their deaths, yet vengeance did little to heal the wounds carved deep into his soul. With nothing left, he welcomed the abyss, ending his own existence… only to awaken anew. Reborn in a realm beyond mortality, David found himself in a divine world ruled by celestial beings—the very gods who had watched him suffer without mercy. But he was no longer the broken man they had ignored. He was something else. Something darker. Something far more powerful. With his memories intact and new abilities awakening, David vowed to shatter the hierarchy of the divine. He would bring the gods to their knees, enslaving them, bending them to his will, and exacting the ultimate retribution upon those who had forsaken him. He would turn the divine realm into his personal dominion of vengeance, where once-mighty deities would serve, obey, and kneel before their new master. But in his quest for ultimate power, will he remain a man seeking justice, or will he become a monster greater than the gods themselves? Author’s Thought: Inspired by Reverse Insanity, I aim to craft scenarios far darker and more twisted than even Gu Yue Fang Yuan, the Great Love Immortal Venerable, has ever devised. I will depict the truest nature of humanity—its rawest instincts, its deepest desires, and the relentless pursuit of power. Through this story, I shall showcase the essence of a truly living being—one unshackled by morality, untouched by mercy, and driven solely by the will to survive and dominate.
Darkpath · 12.7K Views
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