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Battle of horrors

#WSA2026 In the vast cosmos where life can feel meaningless and death the most meaningful. This is the story of a cohort of youths who have been awakened to this wild truth. When their world faces an apocalyptic catalyst, they seek the power to survive, contain, challenge, and eradicate this danger. But these actions unleash far more challenges, opportunities and mostly dread,than they could ever anticipate. Still, the call for revenge and the duty of becoming the final hope of their ancestral world keep them grounded. After,having gained the power required for this endeavor, they carry it out. Yet what comes after is the true story: what happens when the drive for power and authority vanishes? As the saying goes, power without drive or purpose is hollow. How will they change, adapt, and find new purpose while confronting the horrors of the cosmos—Gods and creatures alike? Well, we'll see. That is the journey we are here to witness after all. -------- Author's Note: Please don't hesitate to point out any mistakes—they'll be super helpful for improvement. I'm new to this and still growing as a writer! But if you like the story, please support it with reviews, power stones, and—if possible—gifts (yes, I'm shameless... but hey, who isn't?). It really helps us grow. Thank you so much! Want to see more illustrations, discuss the novel, or join the community? Discord server: https://discord.gg/k8z4zxF9R (or https://discord.gg/trouble7_incarnate).
trouble7_incarnate · 8.6k Views

Bound To Four Alphas

In a world where the color of a wolf’s coat determines their worth, Nevaeh Reed is an outcast. Branded a Harbinger of Death by the superstitious Vicious Fangs Pack, she’s spent years being blamed for tragedies she didn’t cause. For Nevaeh, the Awakening Ceremony is her only hope for redemption, a chance to prove a high-class wolf lives within her and finally silence those who treat her as a curse. But when the moment arrives, Nevaeh couldn't awaken her wolf and was branded taint and wolfless. The humiliation deepens that same night when a mate bond snaps into place, tethering her to Axel Maximilian, the Alpha heir. Forced to choose between a cursed mate and his birthright, Axel rejects her in front of the entire pack, leaving a broken Nevaeh to face immediate execution. After narrowly escaping death, Nevaeh is rescued by an unlikely savior: Dewan Althorin, Alpha of the Moon Howlers. Her world collapses further when she wakes; not only is the ache of Axel’s rejection still raw, but a second bond has anchored her to Dewan, followed by a third with the arrival of the terrifying Hybrid King, Kallos Hawthorne. The truth is far more dangerous than the pack’s lies. Nevaeh is not wolfless nor cursed. She is an Ugnis, the legendary Red Wolf of myth. Her power is so vast it cannot be contained by a single mate. It requires four separate mate bonds to serve as anchors. Without them, her wolf is locked and can never awaken. With them, she becomes an unstoppable force of nature. Now Nevaeh must navigate a web of deadly schemes, find her mysterious fourth mate who holds the final key to unlocking her power, and decide whether the man who once cast her aside is worth reclaiming. — — — — — — — — Excerpt: Nevaeh had never felt anything like it. The stimulation was overwhelming, a symphony of pleasure played on too many instruments at once, each note a sharp bolt of lightning. A fractured thought begged them to stop, to give her a second to breathe. But her body, singing and writhing, pleaded for more. The conflict unraveled her. In the end, only sound made sense. She moaned, long and loud, into the shadowed ceiling. The more she moaned, the harder they worked. Her cries fueled them, spurring them on. Axel suckled deeper, his tongue flicking over her peaked nipple in a rapid, relentless rhythm. Caelum matched him, his mouth forming a slow, insistent pull that made her feel as though her breast might vanish into him entirely. “Fuck, she’s drenched,” Kallos rasped as he pulled back, his eyes glinting in the low light. “Hold her open for me, Dewan.” Dewan’s strong hands wrapped around her thighs and pushed them wider, spreading her and baring her completely to Kallos’s hungry gaze. Instinctively, Nevaeh tried to clamp her legs together, a futile reflex against the raw vulnerability of the moment. "Don't let her," Kallos ordered, his voice rough. Dewan’s grip didn’t budge. He leaned closer, his breath warm against her knee. “Relax, little flame. He’s about to give you exactly what your body’s been begging for.”
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