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The Alpha’s Unclaimed Mate

Her blood was liquid gold. The moment it hit the basin, an urge to mate slammed into Dexmon, obliterating any concern for timing, place, or consequence. His heart thundered, caught somewhere between hunger and outright panic. His wolf surged. Aegon: Mate her. Mate her again. Mark her. In that order. Dexmon: Absolutely the fuck not.   ________________________ [Synopsis] Two Alphas. One impossible choice. A stranger saves Serena's life, and she returns the favor without knowing he's the Crown Prince of Drakenfell. Mate. He knows instantly. She has no idea. After a year in silver chains, her wolf is dead. At least, that's what she believes. But Dexmon is already betrothed to a princess who will murder to keep him. So he stays silent. Fin Shadowclaw, the youngest Alpha King in Skardos, can't take his eyes off her either. His wolf also says 'Mate' and he has no intention of walking away. Serena remains unaware, until someone tries to kill her. Fin catches it in time, and is forced to mark her to save her life. Right when his fangs are deep and Alpha venom flowing, a black wolf slams into him. He's knocked back, and watches as the wolf's fangs bite right over his mark. Serena wakes up to a fuming Alpha Prince, ready to re-mark his territory as many times as it takes. And a possessive Alpha King who's already decided nothing will pull her away from him. Two marks. One girl. And a war that has nothing to do with territory. Love triangles don't usually involve mass murder. ________________________ Content Warning: This novel contains dark themes, dubcon, abuse, SMUT, explicit scenes, and morally gray characters. Reader discretion advised.  Tags: fated mate, war, royal family, betrayal, shifter, queen, underestimated, alpha king, luna Discord: https://discord.gg/JR2yGgKNq8
TheLoneQuill · 164.8k Views

Ruinous Love

**WARNING** This story contains scenes of extreme physical violence and psychological trauma. Reader discretion is advised. The groom walked heavily across the veranda floor. The pungent, sharp scent of wine mingled with the cold night air. Dazed and unsteady, he flung open the carved double doors with the reckless haste of a drunkard and stumbled inside. Hànyuè (汉月) sat on the edge of the bed, silent and with her head bowed. Her thin, white nightdress was visible in the dark room, lit only by the candle. Her eyes were full of sadness; she knew this union was no marriage, but a blood pact between two powerful clans. The groom cast a heavy, bleary-eyed gaze over her. He slammed the door shut and leaned against it. Hànyuè looked up, her eyes brimming with unshed tears. A cruel sneer played on the man’s lips as he rasped: "I still find it hard to believe that… the unattainable daughter of the Lán (嵐) clan has fallen into my hands like this. Well... such was your fate; you had better get used to it. From now on, we are husband and wife, and we have got a long, exhilarating night ahead of us!" Without a word, Hànyuè rose. With a sorrowful expression, her trembling hands reached for the ties of her robe; the soft silk slipped from her shoulders and pooled onto the floor. The groom, his eyes glinting with arrogance, reached to untie his sash when, suddenly… The quiet room was broken by the loud sound of wood breaking. The broad blade of a sword pierced through the wooden door with unrestrained violence, passing straight through the groom's spine. The bloodied tip of the blade protruded from his abdomen, stopping directly in front of Hànyuè’s terrified eyes. Pinned to the door, the groom’s eyes bulged from their sockets as his body convulsed. A stifled, rattling sound emanated from his throat. Hànyuè covered her mouth with trembling hands and staggered back in horror. A moment later, the shadow behind the door pulled the sword out with a swift, ruthless motion. A fountain of blood sprayed from the groom’s mouth, splattering the floorboards. The man’s knees gave way, and he collapsed face-first onto the ground. While drops of dark blood had splashed onto Hànyuè's skirt, she let out a loud, and piercing scream. **ABSTRACT** Prince Hēiláng (黑狼) is deeply in love with the noblewoman Hànyuè, but tough political obstacles stand in the way of them being together. In his quest to claim her, he strikes a dangerous bargain—a choice that irrevocably alters the course of their lives and unleashes consequences far more brutal than he had ever conceived.
Pouria_Zarrinpar · 29.6k Views

GOT/ASOIAF: The Golden Hybrid Tyrant

A Tyrant Emperor who had reached 9th Star, Mage, and was the 9th Tier, Swordmaster, dies on his 2000th birthday and was placed in the soul of someone in Planetos. And he will give his everything for Axel 'Eryx' Baratheon, the younger twin brother of Joffrey, by a few minutes to live with some boons.  Story Note: he is the trueborn son of Robert, and Joffrey is the son of Jamie. I looked it up, and it will make sense its called heteropaternal superfecundation. And I will add to this if I think of something important to new reades if not, it will be at the end of chapters. Oh, and while I do use AI to make chapters long, it is not slop, and if there is, I will try to change it and add humanity into it, but just read chapter 1 and then make your decision, and if there is AI slop, leave a review and tell me what it is so I can change it Another note: I sometimes change something in the chapters, and I leave notes on what I have changed. For the update schedule, I will post a chapter when I make one, so if I do not post daily, then I did not create that day. Patron: https://[email protected]/FanFictioDragon231, replace @ with a. Discord: On the way :) Disclaimer: I do not own the original characters, world, or source material this fanfiction is based on. All rights belong to their respective creators. This story is written purely for fun and creative expression, with no intention of copyright infringement. Image is also AI Genarated.
FanFictioDragon231 · 105.9k Views

My Dear May

Loving someone does not always have to be expressed in words. Love can exits simply through presence, through routines shared together, and through silences that are mutually understood. Not everything needs to be spoken. The public May enjoy drama, attention, and grand news. But for those who truly love each other, simply being together is enough no validation needed, no applause required. The years 1893 to 1936 stood as witnesses. They walked side by side, shaping their lives and their kingdom together, building a stability that few people truly knew about. Even when one of them left, the other remained guarding, ensuring, and protecting everything they had built. History May not tell much about that emotional side. But this is not about history, this is about two people who loved each other without needing the spotlight of the public. Strong, firm, and cold those were the images the world recognized. Yet in their humanity, they were simply two individuals who cared for one another, who understood each other, without any desire to stand out. Until finally, the time came when that chapter ended. Everything they had build was safe. The crown rested in the right hands, the duty was complete, and the key whether to responsibility or to the heart had been returned to its rightful owner. And this time, the beloved returned to the embrace that had been waiting for so long. Note: This story is inspired by real historical figures and events, including George V, Mary of Teck, and Albert Victor. However, many scenes, dialogues, and character emotions have been added for fictional purpose. Readers are expected to understand that some parts are the author's creation, not purely historical records.
Firda30_ · 9.6k Views

"BLOOD OATH, BROKEN HEART"

Blood in. Blood out. Love was never meant to survive in a world built on vengeance. At ten years old, Lorenzo Vitale made a blood oath to avenge his father’s murder, protect the family name, and never fall in love with an enemy. Twenty years later, he has become exactly what that oath demanded. A ghost ruling New York’s underworld, feared in silence, untouchable in power, and merciless by design. Then he meets Isabella Castillo. She is everything he should destroy. The daughter of the police chief responsible for his father’s death. Innocent. Beautiful. Forbidden. Lorenzo tells himself she is nothing more than a pawn. A weakness he can control. A weapon he can use. But when danger closes in, he does not hesitate. He saves her. He hides her in a place no one can find. He watches over her like she is something worth protecting instead of destroying. When her fingers trace the scar on his eyebrow, and her voice softens as she asks, “Who hurt you?”, something inside him begins to break. Because no one has ever asked. Not when he was ten years old, kneeling beside his father’s lifeless body. Not in the twenty years he spent becoming a man without a heart. Now, the line between vengeance and desire is gone. His enemies want her dead. Her father wants him buried. And the one man he trusts most is already setting the stage for a betrayal that will burn everything to the ground. In a world where blood demands loyalty, and loyalty demands sacrifice, love is the most dangerous betrayal of all. Because in the end, not every heart survives what it chooses. WARNING: This story contains mature themes, graphic violence, and explicit romance. It is not a gentle love story, and it will not leave you unbroken.
Alfarizi_89 · 2.3k Views