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Bound To The Demon Prince Of Erendale.

WARNING: MATURE AUDIENCE ONLY. "You're mine, Witch." His voice hardened. "Your life that I saved? The one that would've been WASTED if I hadn't acted? Belongs to ME. And you will do only as I please, exactly as I say, until-" "Over my dead body!" I hissed, suddenly filled with anger. "That can be arranged," Hans said easily. Then with a smile that was anything but pleasant: "Or you can steal for me instead. Kill for me, if I tell you to. Either way, you stay where I can see you. Night and day." "I'm no puppet." I held his silver gaze with a glare. "And I'm definitely no murderer." "No, but you're a thief. One that's now forever indebted to me." ~•|•~ She steals power. This time, she stole the wrong one. ~•|•~ The Black Market of Erendale runs on the trade of magic ripped from its owners and sold to the highest bidder. Eclipse knows the game. As a Siphoner, a rare witch who can drain abilities with a touch, she survives by robbing the powerful and selling to the even more powerful... until she accidentally takes the essence of Hans de la Mort, the demon of Erendale himself. Crossing him should mean death. Instead, he offers her a deal: she'll return his power when the time is right, and until then, she and her siphoning abilities belong to him. She was his prisoner. His prey. And dangerously, the one who made his demon want to play. Every job she's forced to do pulls them closer to danger-and closer to each other. But when Eclipse uncovers a plot to overthrow him, she's faced with an impossible choice: return his power and lose the only leverage keeping her alive... or keep it, and risk losing everything. Including him.
Mel_writes · 1k Views

Apocalypse: Transmigrated General’s Daughter Uses Space to Survive

When 18-year-old Chu Miao dies in a tragic car accident, her soul vanishes; but her body does not remain empty for long. A formidable warrior from an ancient era, the daughter of a renowned general, awakens in her place. Sent into the future by a prophecy, she finds herself in a world on the brink of destruction. With only a month before typhoons ravage the land, extreme weather shifts without warning, and terrifying mutations transform animals and plants into deadly threats. Worst of all, a horrifying virus spreads like wildfire, turning humans into flesh-eating zombies. Civilization crumbles and only the strongest survive. Though her new body lacks the powerful cultivation she once had, she still possesses an invaluable advantage; her ancient spatial ring. Filled with elixirs, weapons, demonic beast cores, and rare cultivation resources, it becomes her greatest tool for survival. But modern supplies are also essential, and she must act fast to stockpile resources before the apocalypse fully takes hold. As chaos reigns, she fights to protect her family and secure a foothold in this brutal new world. Along the way, she crosses paths with a mysterious and powerful man, one of the rare few who awaken supernatural abilities and is just as determined to survive. Together, they forge an unbreakable bond, battling both the relentless undead and the desperate survivors willing to kill for a chance to live. Armed with ancient wisdom and modern strategy, she refuses to bow to fate. In this new life, she will rise again; not as a lost soul from the past, but as a warrior destined to rule the apocalypse.
FlamingHorse · 2.1m Views

He Who Was

Before God spoke the first word, something else was already there. Before the angels were made, before the Heavenly Host drew their first breath, before the seventy-two were bound and the wars were fought and the prayers were written — there was something sleeping in the bedrock of the world. Something that had culled the primordial chaos down to silence, that had cleared the void so completely that when God arrived, He built His entire creation in the space it left behind. It did not know this. It was asleep. It has been asleep for longer than history has words for. Until an archaeologist with a family secret she'd rather not think about falls through the wrong floor in the Negev desert — and something that predates the concept of morning opens its eyes. His name is Elkaius. He has no language, no framework, no model of what he is. He does not know that the stone wall beside his resting place holds layers of pre-language scripture, the deepest of which contains a message from God Himself — a confession, a grief, and an instruction nobody has carried out yet. He does not know that the Heavenly Host and the Seventy-Two Demons have been at war for centuries in the world above him. He does not know that both sides are about to find out he exists. What he knows is this: there is a woman with stone dust on her hands who gave him the word for sun on the first morning, and a house that is becoming something he does not have a word for yet, and a wall full of things written for him before writing existed. He is learning the words. One by one. Carefully. *The war above him is about to become very inconsequential in the grand scheme of things*
KaiAlistair771 · 1.1k Views