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The Last Aetherwyn: Mated to the Alpha Prince

“You really think you can own me, Alpha?” Isaldora’s voice was sharp, dripping venom. “I’ll never bow to this bond. I despise you. You and your entire damn kind.” Kaelith’s jaw flexed, teeth grinding, but his eyes stayed locked on hers. “You don’t mean that,” he muttered, voice low, rough. He stepped closer, heat rolling off him, his breath brushing her lips. Her eyes faltered for just a second making his lips curled into a cocky smirk. “You can say what you want, love, but you don’t despise me. Not even close.” Her chest tightened, the mate bond pulling at her like invisible chains. She glared, fighting the hitch in her breath. “I’ll ruin you.” “Then ruin me,” Kaelith growled, closing the distance. His breath was hot against her skin, his voice dipped lower, darker. “Every damn second you try only ties you tighter to me.” She scoffed but it sounded more like a ragged breath. “I hate you to the core.” The words slipped out sharp, but it sounded more like she was trying to convince herself than him. “No, baby,” Kaelith rasped, dragging her flush against him. He buried his face in the curve of her neck, taking a deep, deliberate inhale, like her very scent was his lifeline. His lashes flickered shut, and when his eyes snapped open, they were dilated—dark, ravenous, dangerous. “Your core doesn’t hate me,” he growled low, voice thick with heat. His lips brushed her ear, his teeth grazing just enough to make her shiver. “Your core loves me—aches for me, begs for me.” Her eyes flew wide, breath catching in her throat as he crushed the space between them, Her breath hitched as his teeth grazed her neck. She fought the moan that almost slipped her mouth. “I’m not trapping you,” he muttered against her skin. “I’m just helping you to realize that every time you push me away, I feel you pulling me back.” Her pulse hammered, her breath ragged — and she hated it. Hated him. Hated the way her body betrayed her. “I’ll ruin you,” she whispered again, this time softer. Kaelith’s smirk eased into something warmer, something that made her chest ache. His thumb brushed slowly along her jaw. “Then ruin me,” he said softly. “But stop lying to yourself about us.” Isaldora Vaneese Aetherwyn is the last of her bloodline. She lived through the massacre that wiped out her coven — and for six years, she’s been burning for vengeance. One by one, she’s hunted her enemies down, breaking them in the cruelest ways. Everything is going to plan. She’s close… so close to the one behind it all. Until she meets him. Kaelith Duskbane — heir to the Duskhowl Pack. He’s everything she hates: dominant, relentless, dangerously handsome… and worst of all, her enemy. The Alpha Prince who hides his heart behind cold steel, who’s spent years waiting for a mate he thought would never come. Now that he’s found her, he refuses to let go. She’s the last witch of a fallen royal bloodline, sworn to vengeance. He’s the ruthless Alpha Prince who would do anything to keep his fated mate. A witch mated to a werewolf? It was an impossible bond. She swears she’ll break it. He swears she’ll stay. But while they clash in a dangerous dance of fire and fury, desire and hate, shadows older and darker than both of them are beginning to stir. And soon, they’ll realize nothing — not their enemies, not their families, not even each other — is what it seems.
Swabi_Soe · 15.3k Views

90 Days With The Cold Billionaire

‎At just twenty, Christy Scott has lost everything. Betrayed by the people she trusted most, she’s left homeless, jobless, and barely surviving as a dancer in a strip club. ‎ ‎Then Kendrick Black walks in, billionaire, emotionally ice-cold, and hiding a secret that could destroy his reputation. He offers her a deal: pose as his girlfriend for ninety days to kill rumors questioning his masculinity. For Christy, it’s survival. For him, it’s damage control. It’s supposed to be business. Nothing more. ‎ ‎But living under Kendrick’s roof turns out to be more than she bargained for. His manipulative sister wants her gone. His childhood sweetheart plays a twisted game. And worst of all, her ex, the same man who crushed her heart, is now Kendrick’s driver, watching her every move. ‎ ‎Just when Christy starts to find her footing, everything comes crashing down. A leaked video from her past blows up online. Her name, her dignity...shattered. In a desperate attempt to escape the media storm, she’s caught in a brutal accident. ‎ ‎She wakes up in a stranger’s home...Kendrick’s best friend. And with him, the truth: she’s not just anyone. She’s the missing daughter of the powerful Lancaster family. And she’s carrying Kendrick Black’s child. ‎ ‎Now the girl everyone once dismissed is coming back stronger. With fire in her eyes, a baby in her belly, and the truth at her back, Christy is no longer the victim. She’s the storm. ‎ ‎But when the man who couldn’t protect her comes begging for her love, can she forgive him? ‎ ‎Or will she become the bride who burns it all to the ground?
Chrystabliss · 197.5k Views

The Hollow Between Flame and Memory

In the myth-drenched city of Virelia, seventeen-year-old Katherine Levi lives a life balanced between popularity and quiet emotional chaos. Born to elite detectives whose work keeps them distant, Kat has learned to rely on her close-knit circle of friends—James, her loyal best friend; Sage, the enigmatic transfer student with a dark magical bond; and Aria, the empathic heart of the group. Everything shifts when Junior Sebastian, a half-demon wolf hybrid from Virelia’s magic academy, accidentally breaks a spiritual seal during a cathedral excursion. The seal held back Vandal, a cursed spirit known for psychological torment and mind control. Unseen and undetected, Vandal possesses the school principal, Mr. Whittingham, and begins orchestrating chaos from the shadows. As strange events ripple through the school—hallucinations, emotional breakdowns, and mythological surges—Kat and her friends begin investigating. Misled by Vandal’s mind-controlled servants, they believe a powerful beast named Jackson is behind the disturbances. Even Principal Whittingham, under Vandal’s control, helps them chase this false lead, deepening the mystery. Romantic tensions rise as Kat falls for Junior, and James realizes his feelings for Sage. Their emotional entanglements mirror the unraveling of their world. Kat discovers she’s a rare hybrid Vessel, capable of bonding with two spirit beasts—an ability that becomes crucial in battling Vandal’s corrupted minions. As the group digs deeper, they uncover a painful truth: Kat’s parents, through past undercover work, unknowingly aided Vandal after his release. The revelation threatens to shatter Kat’s trust, but her friends shield her until evidence emerges that clears her parents’ names—just in time to restore her faith. Guided by Samantha, Sage’s legendary mentor and guardian of the Realm of Distorted Balance, the teens train, bond with their spirit beasts, and prepare for the final confrontation. In the end, Sage learns a rare bandage curse strong enough to seal Vandal permanently. But Vandal is a master manipulator. His identity remains hidden until the final chapters, and his betrayal cuts deep—especially for Kat, who trusted the very man he possessed. The Hollow Between Flame and Memory is a haunting tale of friendship, betrayal, love, and resilience.
Precious_Oluwalola · 1.7k Views

The Quiet F-Class BigShot

A ZepeNet holo-scanner hovered over her, humming faintly. Blue glyphs scanned her nervous system, her spine, her brain, her fingertips. "You may proceed forward into the test room" it's mechanical voice echoed. Her heart pounded. She braced herself. Jang Iseul entered the room, took off her shoes. The scanner blinked. Beeped. Now, she stood barefoot at the scanning area in Dominion Academy test room. The overhead lights pulsed in quiet rhythm, each cycle echoing a countdown she wasn't sure she could beat. The dom­i­na­tion protocol was merciless. Gift identification had to be public. Every blink, every scan, every register to the ZepeNet Core Archive—all recorded, all locked. The hall smelled of cold tiles and recycled air. No pods. No luxury. Just a half-lit device with blinking sensors and a mandatory softnet readout. The scanner intoned: "Please remain still. Initiating full‑spectrum Gift Resonance Scan." Lines of energy crept up her spine. Symbols flickered across her vision like ghost data. The machine made a quiet chirping sound and locked her ZepeNet profile. She was ranked now. The world would see it. Her friends would see it. Universities would ignore it. She stared at the results. Red text streaked across the display: SCANNER SYNC COMPLETE Gift Class: Star‑Class Potential Rank: (F‑Rank) Designation: Mutated Illusion creator Origin Code: Strange, Unknown Energy Bond: Red Locked ZepeNet Status: Manual Review Required Red‑Locked meant more than just blocked advancement—it meant social death. She stared at the result, not very shocked. A technician leaned forward and raised a brow. "Star‑Class? But still F‑Rank?! How rare! But you're permanent Red‑Locked?! Sorry, bad luck, kid," he was flabbergasted as he looked at her sympathetically. She already knew. The system refused to understand her Gift. It didn't just misclassify her—it locked her out. Because it had never seen any gift quite like her. Jang Iseul nodded without looking at him. He tried to sound kind and find the right words. "Well… better late than never. Happens sometimes. You might qualify for logistics or harvest support." She stood silently. Not because she was powerless, but because she knew what to do next. She walked out of the testing room and didn't look back. She didn't know what she had expected— She left the scanner room in silence. Other students whispered as she walked past: "She is still red?" "Forever F‑Rank much, huh? Wow. Even at eighteen." "She's done. No squads'll take her seriously now." She didn't respond. Didn't look back. Didn't try to explain. Because she'd seen what she could do in dreams. And she knew she was close. So damn close. She passed two seniors leaning against a vending drone. One of them, a girl with synthetic nails and neon hair, sneered without making eye contact. "Hey, Jang Iseul. Who are you pretending to be now, queen of the losers F‑Ranks?" Iseul didn't slow down. She didn't even turn her head. But the girl moved aside anyway. There was only one test left before she'd be defined—or discarded.
MarsBars_World · 8.2k Views