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Lord of Solva: Players as My Pawns

"How many did we lose?" A figure seated on a grand throne asked. "Thirty universes, my lord," a voice responded. "Thirty universes, huh… Over 521 thousand planets." The being on the throne remained silent for a moment before asking, "What’s their next target?" "The Cosmos, my lord." The figure slowly stood, the dim throne room gradually illuminating as the light spread outward. "Destiny, show me its future." A woman rose from her seat, her eyes glowing with an eerie brilliance. "My lord, based on my calculations… complete annihilation." The being’s gaze swept across the countless seats surrounding him. The Lords of the Multiverse sat in silence—each one powerful enough to erase a universe, yet none dared to speak under his presence. A faint blue light flickered. "That lunatic is growing stronger by the day. At this rate, the balance will collapse." The lords exchanged uneasy glances. No one wanted to disrupt the equilibrium. If they intervened, an even greater force might step in—and they would all lose the power they had spent eons accumulating. Then, a voice broke the tension. "My lord… The Cosmos has fallen." Silence. A long, weary sigh escaped the being’s lips. "But… there is something unusual," the voice hesitated. "A small world… Earth. They fought back. Despite their lack of resources, they somehow made it work. They used hmmm some type of ore—a rare ore—to resist. But they lacked the means to protect themselves from its effects." The being’s gaze lifted. The others followed, their massive thrones rising in unison. The World Tree’s wood gleamed faintly in the abyss of the throne hall. He turned to the window, his voice calm but commanding. "Lord of Time… rewind the clock. This time, we will intervene." A murmur rippled through the hall. "Lord…" The sound echoed, filled with concern. A single move from them could shift the fate of existence. They were not meant to interfere. Yet now, their highest leader was breaking that rule. "Rewind… Hmm....again…" the being mused. "Not bad. Not bad at all." The throne, forged from countless suns, began to glow. The Lord of Laws removed his hand from its surface, and a surge of blue light filled the room. No words were spoken. One by one, the lords stood, their towering seats rising higher. Each throne bore the insignia of a universe, their very essence etched into the divine wood. Their hands extended, and a brilliant blue radiance cut through the darkness. For the first time in eons, the void saw light. "Let’s create a world for them… as a trial." A deep chuckle rumbled through the hall, growing into a booming laugh. "That world shall be called… Solva." "Ahahahahahahaha!"
Msd_Zeroo · 6.4K Views

Vortex origins

The sharp sound of steel slicing through flesh echoes in the darkness. A guttural howl fades into silence as a voice—cold and ancient—rings in Ash’s mind. "[You have slain a Higher Stage creature. Gained 1 Energy Point.]" His breath comes in ragged gasps. His arms feel like lead. But before he can move, another voice descends upon him—deep, resounding, and absolute. It is not spoken. It is felt. "Mortal, they persist. Shall I descend?" The words echo through his mind like the weight of a divine decree. A shiver runs down his spine, but he grits his teeth and pushes forward. "No," Ash breathes, his voice strained but resolute. "I can do this myself." The air shifts. Shadows coil around him, slithering like living smoke, wrapping his form in a dark veil. “[Activating Skill – Nightshade Cloak.]” A cold sensation washes over him. His form flickers, vanishing into the abyss. The creatures halt, their glowing eyes scanning the battlefield, sensing death but unable to grasp its form. "They still refuse to kneel." Ash exhales, a smirk tugging at his lips. His blade moves before they even realize he was ever there. ———— In a world where power flows through the veins of its people, strength means survival. When disaster struck, warriors rose, legends were forged, and at the center of it all stood Vortex. But power always comes at a cost. Ash knows this more than anyone. His strength feels less like a gift and more like a burden. The battles he fights aren’t just against enemies—they're against himself. If he loses control, what will he become? Yet, the war they face is bigger than they ever imagined. Reality itself is cracking, shadows of the past creeping into the present. As Ash embarks on his journey, he won’t just fight for the world—he’ll fight for existence itself.
Slashburnx · 1.6K Views

THE WEREWOLF PRINCESS

A bloody war between the Werewolves and the Witches supported by the Demons.Clashes of swords, chants of spell,magics and black magic filled the atmosphere. The atmosphere was very tense, the air was filled with pressure,blood was painted everywhere, the scene was so terrifying. "The Alpha king has been killed" a voice shouted There were cheers among the Witches and Demons. The Werewolves empire has fallen, everyone dispersed. Queen Adriana (half witch and half human), the Luna queen, who had just put to bed a baby girl heard the death of her Mate , the Alpha king, Alexander.She ran to into a deep dark forest filled with fogs. She stopped abruptly when she had a footstep behind her, she turned slowly and saw a man in a black cloak - a demon. "W-w-who-who are you" she stuttered as she held her baby tightly across her chest. "Ha ha ha......I am your helper who is going to take all your sorrow away" the man answered sarcastically showing his yellowish green teeth. "What do you want"she asked summoning courage, "To kill all the royal blood of Alexander " the demon grinned evilly. "I will not let you hurt my child, demon!" she screamed holding her baby tightly. "Ha ha ha" he laughed "we'll see" he gave an evil smirked and moved closer to Queen Adriana . Queen Adriana remove a seal but before she could chant a spell the demon had already pricked her abdomen with the dagger. "Aarrghhh" she yelped in pain, she staggered backward and the man laughed hysterically. "Adriana!!!" Hera(a witch), Adriana childhood's friend who has been watching the whole scene screamed and ran to her. " Oh oh Hera" the man chuckled "Hera, he must not harm my child" Adriana said weakly holding her injured abdomen. Hera quickly took the seal and chant a spell. She point the seal at the demon. " You die today" Hera shouted and the demon laughed cynically. "That can't have an effect on me" the demon said. "Mesh mar la ba suropato" Adriana whispered. "It's a joy that you will die with your best friend today" the demon sneered. "Mesh mar la ba suropato!!!" Hera shouted pointing the seal at the demon as he tried to attack her. A light shone and the demon screamed turning into ashes. Hera helped Adriana to sit, rest her back on a tree and collected the baby. "Adriana........" Hera cried. "Hera" Adriana voice was barely heard, "why....why Hera" Adriana groaned. "I'm so sorry I couldn't do anything, the whole clan was manipulated by those Demons" "I tried to stop the coven but all my efforts yield nothing" Hera explained admist tears. "Hera promise me that you will keep my child safe" Adriana said. "She'll be safe " Hera promised " you need to live Adriana, you have to build back the Wolf Empire " she said and Adriana held her hand tightly. "My daughter will build the wolf empire, so she must survive" Adriana said as tears rolled down her cheek. Adriana touched the child and muttered so words, a light flickered and the gold hair and eyes of the child turned black. She had sealed her daughter's wolf power and scent. "Adriana....." "Take this, give her on her sixteenth birthday" Adriana said as she gave a gold locket to Hera "you know what this means" she smiled bitterly and Hera nodded. "Take care of Annabelle, she must survive"Adriana whispered as her eye lid close slowly. "Adriana!!!!!" "Please Adriana....." Hera cried.
Teejay_girl · 1.1K Views

The Rise Of Sleeping Tyrant

⚔ WSA 2025 ENTRY – A NEW LEGENDS IS FORGED! ⚔ A man awoke, stretching lazily. The world had changed, yet he… had simply been sleeping. A notification greeted him. [You have met the hidden condition of your skill: High Upgradation.] [You have unlocked S-Grade Skill: Sleep.] He stared at the screen, dumbfounded. What kind of sick joke was this?! Monsters roamed the streets, people were killing for survival… and his power was to take naps! ____________ Dimension Collapse. The world expanded tenfold, swallowing everything that once existed. The sky shattered like glass, and a massive rift stretched endlessly across it. From the darkness, nightmares emerged—monstrous beasts, ancient horrors, and creatures beyond human understanding. Colossal dragons appeared, their immense bodies eclipsing the sky, shaking the world with roars that shattered mountains and split the earth. Vampires with glowing crimson eyes stalked the night. Demons wreathed in hellfire descended in endless hordes. Beastmen roared beneath the blood-red moon, while goblins, wild and savage, swarmed the streets, feasting on the fallen. Cities crumbled. Lands twisted into strange, terrifying shapes. Reality itself became a battlefield of chaos. Then, as if it were nothing, a glowing screen flickered into existence before every survivor. Terror settled in. Everyone had received a skill—some wielded power over the elements, others bent time or defied death itself. Yet some… awakened curses, abilities so absurd or sinister that they were doomed from the start. The rules were brutal: Kill. Adapt. Evolve. Chaos erupted instantly. Neighbors became executioners. Families slaughtered one another. Streets ran red with blood as the weak perished and the strong carved their place in this new world. [Welcome to the New Era.] [You have been granted 100 Coins.] [Your Unique Skill has been awakened.] [To survive, obtain more coins.] [Methods: Slay the creatures. Kill the others.] -------- Additional Tags :- #Elves #Demons #Beastfolk #LevelUp #Magic #AncientRelics #ForbiddenPowers #StrongFemaleLeads #protagonists #SmartMc #SchemingCharacters #PowerfulEnemies #EpicWorldbuilding #DarkFantasy #Bloodlines #MysticalArtifacts #SecretSocieties #DivineIntervention #BattleForSupremacy #Heroes #InterdimensionalTravel #FatedEncounters #MythicalBeasts
The_Nmbr_Seven · 10.3K Views

The Throne of Fate

The Throne of fate _Fantasy story. Betrayed by blood. Murdered in silence. Reborn with vengeance. Once, Princess Gwendolyn was the rightful heir to the throne of Vernom—a kingdom where daughters were seen as lesser, and power was a game played by men. She was kind, strong, and just, but none of it mattered. Her stepmother, Queen Morganna, saw her as a threat and, in the dead of night, ended her life with cold steel. But fate is not so easily swayed. Reincarnated as Merdrith—the daughter of the very woman who killed her—Gwendolyn is reborn into the same palace that betrayed her. Yet this time, she is no naive princess. From the moment she opens her eyes, she remembers everything: the pain, the betrayal, and the stolen crown. She may be a child in body, but her mind is sharp, cunning, and filled with the thirst for retribution. As the years pass, Merdrith plays her part flawlessly. She is the perfect daughter, the beloved princess, the innocent girl who knows nothing of the kingdom’s cruel past. But behind her sweet smiles, she is setting the board for a grander game—one where she holds all the pieces. She manipulates the court, turns enemies into allies, and weaves chaos into the very fabric of Vernom. Yet, one person remains her greatest obstacle—King Darius, her half-brother, and the only one who ever truly saw Gwendolyn. He suspects something, sees the flickers of his lost sister in Merdrith’s eyes. But is he an enemy or a pawn in her greater plan? As war looms on the horizon and the kingdom teeters on the edge of ruin, Merdrith must make a choice: take back her throne through cunning and justice, or let the flames of vengeance consume her and everyone who wronged her. One thing is certain—the true heir has returned, and this time, she will not be silenced. A tale of power, betrayal, and a queen reborn, The Throne of Fate will keep you on the edge of your seat until the very last page.
Mirriam97 · 79 Views

Into The woods

"There is a famous folklore about the woods among the nearby towns and villages. They say the woods have trees made of gold. They say the woods have animals and birds that speak human languages. They say the woods are filled with treasures hidden in every nook and corner." A young woman, intrigued, asked, "But then why does no one visit the woods?" The old woman, her voice low and heavy with warning, replied, "It's not because they don't want to, but because they don't dare. They say the woods have man-eating trees. They say the woods are home to monsters who are masters of deceit. And worst of all, they say the woods are alive, and they bring out the darkest parts of anyone who sets foot on their land." The young woman gasped, her curiosity tempered by a flicker of fear. The old woman leaned in closer, her piercing gaze locking onto the younger woman's. "The woods will lure you, entice you, and call out to you, whispering that you are special. But no matter what it says or does, don't go into the woods. If you value your life and your family, don't let greed guide your steps into their depths." The room fell silent, but the weight of the warning hung heavily in the air. The old women asks with a mysterious smile to the young woman and the people with her, "But! can you resist? Can anyone truly suppress the overwhelming desire to uncover the truth? the riches? the adventure? Will you heed the warnings-or succumb to the call of the woods? Step forward and uncover the secrets that await... if you dare."
Ialwaysfeelsleepy · 1.5K Views

Kill to Rise

Kane staggered through the smoldering ruins of his kingdom, his vision swimming with blood and sweat. Every muscle screamed in protest, every step faltered, but the pain was a distant echo compared to the void in his chest. The imperial prince had razed it all—the palace, the people, everything Kane had ever known. His father’s stern voice, his mother’s gentle touch, the warriors who had once sworn to protect them—all silenced, their dying cries still ringing in his ears. But there was one person he couldn’t let go of. “Julia…” His voice rasped, barely audible over the crackling flames. His heart thudded unevenly as he lurched across the battlefield, the air thick with the stench of death. His sister had been his beacon in this crumbling world, the only one who saw strength in him despite his failings. He clung to a fragile hope that she might still be alive. That hope shattered when he found her. By the lake’s edge, where the water mirrored the flickering flames, Julia lay motionless on the cold earth. Kane’s breath caught, his legs giving out as he dropped to his knees beside her. Her golden hair, once radiant, was tangled with dirt and blood. Her pale skin was marred with bruises, her body exposed—stripped of the dignity she’d carried so effortlessly in life. The imperial prince hadn’t just taken her life; he’d handed her to his soldiers like a trophy, a final cruelty that twisted Kane’s grief into rage. “No… no…” His voice cracked, tears spilling down his ash-streaked face. With trembling hands, he tore off his own tattered shirt—the last remnant of the prince he’d once been. It wasn’t much, but he couldn’t leave her like this. Gently, he draped the fabric over her fragile form, shielding her from the world that had betrayed her. His fingers lingered on the cloth, as if he could somehow give her back the peace she deserved. “I’m sorry, Julia,” he whispered, his throat tight with sobs. “I wasn’t strong enough to protect you…” Guilt gnawed at him, sharper than the wounds seeping through his torn clothes. He had failed her, failed them all—his family, his kingdom, himself. What was left for him now? Ignoring the fire in his limbs, Kane clawed at the dirt with his bare hands, digging a shallow grave. Each handful of earth sent jolts of pain through his battered body, but he welcomed it. She deserved more than this—a proper burial, a monument—but this was all he could offer. As he laid her inside and covered her with soil, his vision blurred, his strength fading. His injuries were too deep, the vial of salve in his pocket too meager to save him. It could dull the pain, perhaps, but he didn’t want that. He didn’t deserve it. When the grave was finished, Kane collapsed beside it, his chest heaving with shallow breaths. Death hovered close, and he was ready to let it take him. Then, a glint of gold caught his eye. Something plumm
Man110 · 278 Views

Blessed to be the Villain

Ethan's head throbbed violently as he opened his eyes, his vision hazy and unfocused. A dull ringing filled his ears, drowning out his thoughts. "What’s happening…?" he thought, his mind sluggish, struggling to catch up with reality. One moment, he was asleep—or at least, he thought he was—and the next, searing pain forced him awake. His vision swam, shapes blurring together in a disorienting mess. But then, muffled noises filtered through the haze—frantic, panicked sounds. Someone was trying to scream, their voice smothered, choked by something. A cold shiver ran down his spine. As his sight gradually sharpened, Ethan's breath hitched. He was on all fours, looming over someone. A girl. Her body twisted and writhed beneath him, ropes biting into her wrists and ankles. Her mouth was gagged, muffling her cries. Her wide brown eyes, brimming with fear and fury, glared up at him. Ethan's body locked in place, his blood running cold. "What the…?" His mind reeled, thoughts slamming into each other in chaotic disarray. "What kind of bizarre dream is this?" Panic clawed at his chest. His breath came in ragged, uneven gasps as he scrambled backward, only to realize his limbs felt sluggish, uncooperative, like they didn’t belong to him. "Is this… is this some kind of twisted fantasy I never knew I had?" A sickening thought slithered through his mind, making his stomach churn. The girl's frantic squirming slowed for a moment, her gaze flickering with confusion as she took in his expression—his trembling hands, his wide, horrified eyes. But the fear returned just as quickly. She struggled harder, her body arching, her muffled screams rising in pitch. Ethan wanted to speak, to say something, anything, but before he could force out a word, a glowing blue window materialized before his eyes. His breath caught. A translucent, hovering screen? "What…?" Lines of glowing text scrolled across its surface. --- [System Activated…] [Host Confirmed.] [Simulating Previous Data…] Ethan awakens in a mysterious world, shackled by a curse that clouds his judgment and drives him toward choices he never wished to make. Burdened by guilt and responsibility, he must navigate the fallout of his actions while unraveling the truth behind the curse—and his place in this enigmatic new reality.
Daydreamers · 36.9K Views

Infinite Cashback:My System Makes Me Unstoppable!

At 25 years old, Bruce Willis had hit rock bottom...Broke, jobless and betrayed. With just $10 left in his bank account, his fiancee, Hylin, sneered at him, calling him a failure before walking away with a richer man. As if that wasn’t enough, he had just been fired from his bodyguard job, leaving him stranded in a world where the poor were trampled without mercy. Just when he was about to give up on everything… [DING!!! Congratulations. You have been chosen by the Infinite Cashback System.] A glowing prompt flickered into existence before his eyes. Bruce froze. His pulse quickened. Was he hallucinating? He took a step back, but curiosity kept him rooted in place. "What… the hell?" he whispered. Suddenly, more notifications poured in, scrolling like a digital waterfall as a mechanical voice cracked in his mind. [DING…!] [Scanning host’s financial stability…] [Urgent assessment: Host is in a critical financial crisis.] Bruce clenched his fists. Did this thing really have to rub it in? [DING! The host is eligible to sign a contract with the Infinite Cashback System—the only system that grants a 100x cashback multiplier on all spending.] [Signing will grant an immediate bonus and unlock extravagant rewards.] [However, if declined, the system will permanently leave. Accept/Decline?] Bruce stared at the glowing text, sweat forming on his brow. Was this real? A scam? Or… a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity? His fingers hovered over the prompt. One choice could change everything.Would he take the risk?
Ndoba · 33 Views

The Beginning Of The End

To the quiet despairs, the forgotten corners, the shadows that whisper secrets in the dead of night. To the nameless anxieties that burrow deep within the human heart, gnawing at the edges of sanity. This book is dedicated to the muted background hum of existence, the slow, insidious erosion of hope, and the persistent vibration of unease that resonates in the spaces between the stars. To the forgotten gods, the careless creators, and the indifferent universe that watches our struggles with cold, cosmic detachment. This is for the crumbling alleyways, the faded murals, and the abandoned buildings that echo with the silent stories of forgotten lives, lives as fleeting and fragile as the whispers carried on the wind. To those who wander the desolate landscapes of their own minds, grappling with existential questions that yield no easy answers. To those who find solace in the bleak pronouncements of nihilism and absurdism, who embrace the brutal honesty of the darkness, and who find a strange kind of peace in the face of utter meaninglessness. This book is for you. For those who carry the weight of unspoken burdens, the invisible wounds of loneliness, the ghosts of past disappointments that linger like shadows in the periphery of vision. For those who seek a connection, a purpose, a reason to rise each morning despite the gnawing emptiness that threatens to consume them. This is also a dedication to the unsettling silence of empty streets, the flickering streetlights that cast long, distorted shadows, the dissonant sounds that emanate from the unseen corners of reality. It's for the creeping sensation of being watched, of an unseen presence lurking just beyond the reach of perception. For those who feel the subtle distortions in the fabric of reality, the subtle anomalies that hint at something far stranger, far more terrifying, than the mundane reality they inhabit. To the city itself, a cold, uncaring beast, yet also a testament to human ambition and resilience, a canvas on which our hopes and dreams are painted, only to be washed away by the relentless tide of time. To the ordinary lives lived amidst the extraordinary, to the single grains of sand lost in the vast, unforgiving machine of existence. This is for the cosmic horror that seeps into the cracks of our everyday world, and the subtle echoes of the Genesis Event that resonate in the quietest moments. And finally, to the uncaring vastness of the cosmos, to the indifferent gods who created a universe both beautiful and terrifying, this is for the ultimate struggle between order and chaos, between light and darkness, and the journey of a single, insignificant man caught in the middle of it all..
nickfrfr · 71 Views

On the brink of death:A werewolf and human love story

Clara Wilson the heiress to Diamond Group got engaged to the love of her life Isaac Hartford the heir to Starlight Group, due to an unforeseen betrayal, Clara Wilson on the brink of death on the night of full moon, Alpha and his pack hunting for prey, rescues Clara and turned her to a werewolf through an Alpha's bite. will she survive from the Alpha's bite? Excerpts: The ambient sound of waves gently lapping against the hull, coupled with the distant hum of the ship's engines, only amplifies her thoughts. She forces a smile, raising her glass in a toast, masking her emotions with practiced ease. The couple clinks their glasses with hers, their happiness an unspoken contrast to the quiet yearning in her heart. "I'll go inside the suite and rest now you guys enjoy." She said making her way to the suite. "Babe I need to get something inside the suite." Isaac said. "Alright don't keep me here waiting, I can't do without seeing you for a second." "Really that's my girl." He said, kisses her forehead and left. Isaac didn't go to their suite but he went to Jacqueline's suite he pushed opened the door. "Did I scare you?" He asked. "Why didn't you knock on the door before coming in what if I'm undressing." "Sighed softly it's not like this is the first time I'm seeing you undressed should I get rid of your night gown." He said kissing her collar bone. She didn't reject his offer, wrapped her arms around his neck he kissed her thin lips vigorously. Few minutes passed Isaac had not returned yet, she decided to go and check on him, she checked their suite he was not there, she headed to Jacqueline's suite to ask her If she had seen Isaac. She opened the door to Jacqueline's suite and then, her eyes flickered tears rapidly streamed down her face a pang of shame stabbed at her watching her best friend and the love of her life together on bed exchanging intimacies. "Isaac....you! How could you do this to me? What are you two doing together on bed?" Both of them stared at her without any sigh of remorsefulness. "It's just like what you're seeing right now" She moved closer to the bed drags the sheet off Jacqueline exposing her nakedness grabbed her brown hair hitting her head against the cluttered table beside the bed. Jacqueline stretches her hand reaching for the wine she held it and hits Clara's head with the wine bottle, the glass shattered against Clara's head. The sharp crack echoed in the tense silence and crimson blood began to seep, dripping onto the plush carpet and pooling under the shards of broken glass, Clara fainted. The room descended into chaos, the once romantic moments now marred by betrayal and violence. "Oh my goodness what have you done Jacqueline." "Is she dead?" She asked curiously in fear. "What are we going to do now?" "I don't think she is dead yet she fainted probably." He said.  "I know what to do." He carried her heading to the edge of the ship Jacqueline followed him , Isaac pulled off his shirt soaked with blood used it to clean the blood stain on his hand and neck. He folded the shirt and throws it into the sea. Jacqueline standing at the edge of the ship bitting her fingers  panicked about the situation. "Please don't kill me, help me I promise not to cause any trouble for both of you, I will forgive and pretend nothing happened here." Clara muttered in pain. "So you're finally awake"
Hira_pen1 · 4K Views

Chained To The Alpha Lycan

NO RAPE! MATURE CONTENT/ VIOLENCE BUT NOTHING TOO GORY FOR READERS TO HANDLE. Lilith was a rebellious child while growing up and didn’t have a belief in marriage as she saw it as a fancy prison. She was adopted by Lycan foster parents who saw her as nothing more than a burden. Because she was human, they repeatedly sold her to men seeking mistresses, but each time, she was returned after a single night. At last, she thought she had found an escape, falling for a man who promised her freedom. But instead of a life of love and freedom, she awoke in chains, barely clothed, imprisoned in a room in the pack house of the Alpha Lycan of the Purple Phoenix Pack. Suddenly a voice spoke, “So, you have awoken?” Slithering down her spine like ice water. Never before had mere words unsettled her so, but this one did. It was laced with menace, whispering of danger…of death. As she shifted, pain lashed through her body, sharp and stinging. She winced, squeezing her eyes shut against the agony, only to realize her situation. She was bound, barely clothed, and trapped. How did this happen? She had been on her way to her husband’s house and…oh, no. He had betrayed her! “Who are you?” She demanded, forcing herself to swallow her fear, to summon courage despite the quiver in her voice. She strained to see the source of the voice, but the oppressive darkness yielded nothing. Frustration flared within her. “Humans…” The word dripped with disdain and disgust. “Always asking unnecessary questions.” His hatred was palpable, seething. One wrong word, and he would not hesitate to end her. “Whip her.” Lycans were cursed beasts who rarely had mates. After a hundred years of waiting, the Alpha Lycan was commanded by the gods to take a virgin human bride to conceive an heir. But he despised humans and had no desire to rule with one by his side. So he agreed; he would mate with her, but once she bore his child, she would be discarded. Before she could part her lips to talk, the order was given. The lash struck her back, sharp and searing, and she cried out in agony. … Days passed. The whipping continued, lasting for thirty minutes each day but Alpha Zayd never returned. “Kill her. She is of no use.” He ordered, but instead of despair, something unexpected flared within her…hope. “I will be your slave,” she whispered, forcing the words out. “And I will offer my body only to you, Alpha Zayd.” He stilled. His golden gaze flickered toward her, considering. “Take her to my bed,” he ordered. Then, just as swiftly as he had appeared, he was gone. Determined, Lilith agreed to be his slave but only to find a way to escape and make everyone pay.
Trishybaby · 2.9K Views

Marked by the Alpha, Claimed by his brother

On the day of Sloane’s long-awaited mating ceremony, her world shatters. When the pack is attacked by vicious rouges, Her mate and pack alpha is forced to choose between his mate Sloane and his first love, Celeste. Sloane’s sister. Ryland doesn’t hesitate to choose Celeste, and Sloane’s left to die in the brutal attack. Sloane barely survives, only to wake up to a far greater nightmare. Framed for betrayal. Stripped of her title. Exiled. But the goddess is done with her yet.. As she’s dragged to the borders, Alpha Alexander returns. The true heir. The ruthless warrior and Ryland’s older brother. The moment he lays eyes on Sloane, his wolf growls one undeniable word. Mate. Alexander has returned to reclaim what’s his. His pack, his title, and now, her. But Sloane has learned the hard way that mates can betray, and this time, she refuses to be weak. Because if Alexander truly wants her, he’ll have to fight for her. ~~~~~~ “Help me..” Sloane slurred, she barely felt the pain, her body was numb, her hands trembled as she pressed them against her stomach. Something is wrong. Her vision blurred and then she heard footsteps, heavy and desperate. She lifted her gaze and saw him, her mate. “Ryland…” She lifts her hand weakly, reaching for him. He’s here. He can save her. Ryland’s gaze lands on her, his face pale as he takes in the blood staining her dress. His jaw clenches. For a second, she thinks he’s going to come for her. But then his eyes shift. Past her. To the figure trapped behind her. Celeste. Sloane watched in horror as everything about him changed. The tightness in his expression melts away, replaced with relief. Ryland rushes past Sloane like she’s nothing. Drops to his knees before Celeste. “I’m here. I’ve got you.” His voice is full of warmth—love. A love he never had for Sloane. Ryland grabbed her hand instantly, holding it like she’s his entire world. Sloane couldn’t breathe. “Ryland,” she chokes out, her body shaking. “Please… help me. Our baby..” He doesn’t even look at her. “I won’t let anything happen to you, Celeste. I should have chosen you from the start.” He picked her up, ready to walk away. Sloane tried one last time, her voice weak. “Ryland….please..” Ryland paused to look at her, his gaze flickered to the blood that trickled down her legs then walked away with Celeste clinging unto his arm.
LauraRave · 4.2K Views

Veins of Fate

In a world where power is determined by the veins one inherits, every individual's strength is revealed on their 16th birthday through an event known as the Awakening Ceremony. The veins, mystical pathways within the body, unlock a person's unique ability and define their place in society. From the lowest to the highest, the world is divided into 11 power tiers, each tier marking a new level of control and destructive potential over their powers. The story centers around Kian Balthor, an anomaly in this system. As the son of two powerful individuals—his mother, Lena, with the ability to manipulate space (Void Horizon), and his father, Kairo, with the power to harness chaotic energy (Aether Surge)—Kian’s awakening defies all expectations. With Mythical veins, the rarest and most powerful veins known, Kian’s awakening is nothing short of extraordinary. He becomes the focus of awe and fear as his powers, a fusion of chaos and space itself, surge uncontrollably. But Kian is not the only one awakening that day. His peers each step onto the stage, unveiling powers of their own. Some awaken with basic abilities—like the control of fire, water, or super strength—while others, like Mila Cruz, awaken with nothing at all, her Common veins giving her only the faintest flicker of light. As the ceremony unfolds, the students’ paths begin to diverge, with some finding themselves elevated while others face the harsh reality of their limits. The chapter sets the stage for a world where power is everything, and only the strong thrive. Kian’s journey will not only redefine his own destiny but will also challenge the very structure of this power-driven society. As he stands at the center of a storm, it’s clear that his awakening is just the beginning of a much larger story—one where the line between gods and mortals is forever blurred.
Liam_Sirbon_4638 · 1.1K Views
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