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Sold to the Dark Wing

"Who is it this time?” His voice was a low rasp, curling into the room like smoke, tying her stomach in knots of fear and something darker. Eva forced her pulse to slow, telling herself not to back down. But when his hands rose from the arms of the chair, a shiver ran down her spine. "You aren't supposed to be here," she gasped, as he stood impossibly fast. His black wings unfurled, stretching wide, enveloping her, pressing her to his chest as though he claimed her before she could claim her own breath. "Why?" His lips curled into a wicked, sharp smile. "So I won't discover you running off with that useless boy?" "I didn't—" "Of course, because he's dead." His words cut like a blade, delivered with the certainty of a god reading an open book. Eva stumbled back, pressed to the wall. "You've lost your mind! You didn't kill him—" "Why shouldn't I?" His voice dropped to a growl. A single finger traced the fading red mark on her neck. His eyes snapped with fury; the air itself shivered. He leaned forward, lips brushing her skin, teeth grazing flesh in a possessive bite, erasing another's mark. "He dares," Hades hissed, deadly and low, "he dares touch what belongs to me. A fool. Bold enough to place his lips where mine already mark her." Eva's chest heaved, terror and desire entwined so tightly she could barely breathe. His wings tightened, dark and unyielding, and she realized escape was no longer an option, and perhaps, she didn't even want it. "Don't forget, dear," he murmured, lips grazing her ear, "I've bought you. You're mine now. And I don't like to share." **** Humans are nothing more than servants in the glittering, cruel society of the winged Seraph. When a human offends them, the punishment is simple: be sold. Evangeline, never thought her own family would betray her. But when her sister committed the unforgivable, offending a seraph, their mother offered Eva in her place- without hesitation. Cast aside like unwanted trash, Eva is paraded before the Seraph nobility to be claimed. No one wants her. Until he appears. The Black Wing. The only Seraph whose feathers are not gold or silver or white, but midnight black. Feared. Cursed. Whispers say every human he has ever taken has perished. And yet, he chooses her. Dragged into his world of shadows, Eva becomes the obsession of a man everyone else fear and despises. He is possessive, merciless, and dangerously seductive. And while her family prays she will be destroyed... Eva begins to wonder if the true danger lies not in his black wings- but in the way her heart betrays her whenever he draws near. Can she ever survive this game of fate?
mata0eve · 76.4k Views

Claimed by the vampire prince

Content Warning: Contains mature themes that may be unsuitable for underaged readers. Excerpt Ragnar finally looked up. His eyes roamed her face, then dropped lower and lingered just a second too long. “Careful, princess. Keep taunting me like that and I’ll start thinking you like our nightly sparring.” “And if I did?” Her voice was soft now. Almost playful. “Would you stop pretending that you don't like it when I challenge you?” He rose from his seat slowly until he stood toe to toe with her. “Tell me something, Circe.” She tilted her chin up. “What?” “If I kissed you right now… Would you slap me, stab me, or kiss me back?” Her breath hitched. “That depends.” “On?” “How good the kiss is.” A pause. Something hummed between them, something neither of them dared name. Ragnar’s gaze dropped to her mouth. “Do you want me to find out?” She smiled, slow and wicked. “Make it worth the risk.” **** She was forced to marry the man who led the attack on her people. After her father is murdered, Circe is forced to leave her home and become a prisoner of the enemy. When she is taken to the enemy territory, she expects to be tortured physically in every way imaginable. But what she hadn't expected was for the vampire king to offer her up as a bride to his illegitimate son, the very same man that had her people slaughtered. It was a fate worse than torture. With her little brother's life on the line and with nowhere to run, Circe is forced to succumb to her fate. Right then she vowed in the name of her dead father to bring her husband to his knees. She would have her revenge, even if it meant destroying herself in the process. From the first time Prince Ragnar laid eyes on Circe, he knew she was going to be trouble. But trouble had never looked so intriguing. She was a puzzle he couldn't solve and that fact only drew him closer. Like a moth to a flame, she threatened to consume him. She would be his very own demise. Circe's presence in Lamora awoke something sinister, a malicious entity roaming the lands. From dusk till dawn, the streets of Lamora becomes engulfed in a strange fog and from within the voice of a woman can be heard. Anyone who wanders out at night when the fog comes, vanishes seemingly without a trace. Never to be found again. what happens when Circe's brother becomes a victim of this evil presence? What happens when Circe has no other choice but to team up with her husband, who she despises, in order to find the truth behind the disappearances and the evil magic plaguing their lands.
Blessing_Nwodo_16 · 334k Views
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Dead Signal: When the City Learned to Bleed

The last thing they teach you in Taekwondo is to stay in control. But what happens when the whole world goes mad? Alex Calderon knows about control. His life is built on it. The clean lines of a perfect stance, the steady breath before a strike, the quiet order of a life spent mastering his own chaos. When his city breaks apart in a wave of mindless violence, that control is all he has left. The things moving in the streets now do not feel pain. They do not get tired. They only hunger. Stuck with his tech smart but panic prone roommate Jonah, Alex has to turn the art he learned for self discipline into a brutal tool for survival. Every alley hides a threat. Every can of food is a treasure. Every other person left alive is a mystery. And the monsters are not just out there. They are changing. Getting smarter. Waiting in the dark. This is not a story about heroes. It is a story about people who are left. It is about the heavy weight of a water bottle, the value of one bullet, and the slow, terrible price of staying human when the world is begging you to become a monster. Dead Signal is a raw, real trip into survival horror where every choice is a gamble and every breath might be your last. It is for fans of the desperate reality of The Last of Us, the tactical fear of DayZ, and the endless dread of Project Zomboid. Step into the collapse. The first scream does not cost a thing. The silence that comes after will cost you everything. From new author FzShun, a fresh voice in end of the world fiction.
FzShun · 10k Views
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Help!! This Girl Is A Yandere!!!

I'm Xavier Cromwell, a 21-year-old university student and web novel author. My days are pretty routine—attending classes, managing assignments, and squeezing in time to write my novel "RISE FROM THE ASHES". Today seemed no different, the steady clatter of my keyboard filling the room as I crafted another chapter. But then the doorbell rang, interrupting my flow. DING! I sighed, reluctantly pushing away from my desk and heading to the door. Little did I know, my life was about to take a turn I never saw coming. The moment I opened the door, something—or rather someone—came barreling into me. It was like a pink blur, and before I could even react, I was on the floor, knocked flat by what felt like a human missile. Clutching onto me, the pink rocket—no, a girl, her arms wrapped tightly around me—gazed up with sparkling eyes and, in the sweetest, most endearing voice, she whispered: "I've finally found you, my HUSBAND~" *** Note: The story takes place in an alternate universe, with a different geography and countries. Genre: Action, Adventure, Fantasy, Romance, Smut, Yandere, Mecha, Harem, Sci-fi I am NOT the owner of the cover. If you are, and want it removed then let me know in chapter comments. A/N: [About NTR and Yuri] "No one will be harmed. I swear to God." "The NTR B*stards butchered every Vanilla Fans when they took over Webnovel." "I am not those B*stards. I am Rex... Rex_Ashburn." *** 1 Magic Castle = 5 Chapter Mass Release 1 Spacecraft = 7 Chapter Mass Release 1 Golden Gachapon = 10 Chapter Mass Release
Rex_Ashburn · 140k Views

A BOY MADE OF SHADOWS

He didn’t grow up with a real name. In the place he was raised, they didn’t bother with names at all. They just burned numbers onto kids, and his number was XI. That’s how people talked to him—like, “Number Eleven, do this,” “Number Eleven, stand there.” It wasn’t a life. It was just… existing. He spent most of his childhood underground. Cold stone floors, dim lamps, the same halls every day. He didn’t know anything about the outside world or why the people there were training him. He only knew that the shadows around him always felt strange, like they were watching him. One night, during some ritual he never understood, something unexpected happened. The shadows that were supposed to kill him didn’t. They moved toward him instead—like they recognized him. Like they’d been waiting for him. After that, he walked out of the fortress. No plan. No idea what to do. He picked the name Kael because he needed something normal to call himself. But the world outside isn’t simple. People stare at him. Some are scared of him. And the shadows that cling to him… he still doesn’t know how to control them, or if they’re even safe. Kael isn’t trying to be special or powerful. He just wants to understand who he is and where he belongs. Maybe he’s just a kid who was treated wrong his whole life. Or maybe he’s something else—something the people in that fortress were afraid to admit. Whatever the truth is, he knows one thing: He’s never going back to being a number again.
Masterisaki · 36.9k Views