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The Forsaken Prodigies

In 1943, on the outskirts of London, two young brothers - Vernon (9) & Bruce (8)- live hidden from the world in a lonely house surrounded by the forest. Their parents, once celebrated as the Sages of Innovation, revolutionized the study of Qi and Mana Heights, a breakthrough meant to heal the sick, strengthen the weak, and change medicine forever. But everything changed when their research was stolen, twisted, and weaponized into instruments of war. Branded as the creators of humanity’s newest horrors, the parents were hunted, persecuted, and erased from the history they helped build. One quiet night beneath the stars, as the brothers look through their father’s telescope, the world finally catches up to them. The home is attacked. Flames swallow the night. Their mother sacrifices herself to buy them time. Now the boys escape into the darkness with their father - wounded, silent, carrying truths even heavier than the children can imagine. But Vernon and Bruce will soon learn: Their parents’ lost research was only the beginning. The world will hunt them next - not for who they are, but for what they might become. With rumours spreading that the brothers inherited the forbidden power, the world sees them as future monsters… long before they ever choose a path. As they grow, grief and misunderstanding twist their fates in different ways: Vernon, forced to mature too young, sees humanity’s hatred as proof the world deserves to burn. Bruce, still gentle despite everything, wonders if he can save what despises him. Between war, magic, and the weight of a legacy they never asked for, the brothers must uncover the truth behind the Lost Designs, the real reason their mother died, and the shadowy forces that turned the world against their family. And in the end, the world may marvel… Are these boys humanity’s doom… or its only hope? --- "Knowledge is a lantern. Passed down, it becomes a torch." - Alice Lily
BonkersWinter · 18.9k Views

A Badboy Love

WARNING NOTICE: The story is R18 , no one 17 or under should read this. Luca gazed at her, his eyes burning with desire, and Melissa felt a shiver run down her spine. "You're so beautiful," he whispered, his voice husky with need, with a sharp movement he take off his clothes, leaned closer to her lips. She smiled, her fingers tracing the lines of his face, her thumb brushing over his lips. "You're not so bad yourself," she replied, her voice barely above a whisper, that was a only full sentence she spoke. He chuckled, the sound low and rough, and his mouth claimed hers again, the kiss deepening, becoming more intense. His fingers slid between her legs, parting her, finding the wet heat of her, and she gasped, her body arching up to meet him. "Luca," she whispered, his name a prayer, a plea, a promise. He growled, his hips surging forward, his p*nis pressing against her entrance playful, she felt a rush of excitement, of anticipation. He was ready , he was going to take her, to claim her, to make her his, and she was ready to let him, to surrender to the desire that burned between them. His mouth traced a path of fire from her lips to her throat, to the swell of her breast. His hands learned her, worshiped her, drawing gasps and sighs that were her only language, every touch was a confession, every kiss a vow. When he finally entered her, it was with a slow, devastating fullness that made her cry out, her eyes flying open to find his gaze locked on hers, she never imagined the pain, in a sure motion he thrust into her slowly, let her accommodate the size of his C*ck, she screamed with a feeling of unfamiliar pain ,building up something inside of her. Even though her eyes , flickered tears ,her moans was evident of what she's starting to feel as she arched off the bed. The shock had melted into something raw and open, a vulnerability she knew he showed no one else. "Look at me," he commanded, his voice rough with emotion. "*Solo a me.*" Only at me. And she did, his eyes staring hers, as their bodies began to move in a rhythm as old as time, their gazes held. It was more intimate than the joining of their bodies. It was a soul-deep recognition. DEAR READERS, YOUR COMMENTS AND REVIEWS MEANS EVERYTHING. HOPE YOU WILL ENJOY THE STORY CHAPTERS.
Ivony_Wshker · 6.1k Views

No God Is Absolute

In the Iron Domain of Vorath, magic is a crime against the divine. The Wardens of Vorrath are a sacred order, charged with hunting down mages and erasing them from the world in the name of holy law. Apostates are imprisoned from childhood, stripped of identity, and broken into tools. Those who resist are burned, butchered, or erased entirely. This is the order that keeps Alyria safe. This is what the faithful believe. Garren Vorath was raised to enforce it. On his first sanctioned purge, Garren helps cleanse a village accused of harbouring mages. The operation is swift, efficient, and absolute. When the smoke clears, nothing is left behind but ash and silence. He believes the mission complete until, during a final sweep of the ruins, he finds a surviving mage clutching a strange relic. The object detonates. When Garren awakens, magic has fused itself into his body, flooding him with raw mana and marking him as an abomination under the laws he once upheld. Branded an apostate, he is dragged back to the Wardens' fortress, chained, interrogated, and tortured alongside the very prisoners he was trained to destroy. But the truth he uncovers is worse than heresy. The Wardens do not merely exterminate mages. They harvest them. Their holy authority, their miracles, their power. All of it fuelled by stolen mage essence. The theocracy of Vorath is built on a lie, and Garren has become living proof of it. With the help of a fellow mage prisoner, Garren escapes into the wider world of Alyria. Hunted by the order that raised him, feared by the people he once protected, and burdened by power he does not understand, he must choose what kind of monster he will become. Prey, or hunter. No God Is Absolute is a dark fantasy novel set in a mage-hunting theocracy where faith is enforced at swordpoint, truth is buried in ash, and survival means defying gods, kingdoms, and the order that made you.
World_Eating_Storm · 1.4k Views