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Heavens Bane:- Rise of Long Chen

Endless darkness. Long Chen stood alone in a place where nothing existed—no sky, no ground, no sound. It was as if the world itself had disappeared, leaving only him behind. He walked. Step after step. There was no direction, no destination. Time felt meaningless. Minutes, hours… or maybe years passed, yet nothing changed. Still, he kept walking. Suddenly— A faint light appeared in the distance. It was small, like a flickering flame in a storm, but in this endless darkness, it felt like hope. Long Chen’s eyes narrowed. Without hesitation, he moved toward it. The closer he got, the brighter it became. The faint light turned into a radiant glow, illuminating the darkness around him. Then he saw it. A huge golden gate. It stood tall like a divine object, ancient and majestic. Mysterious patterns covered its surface—a huge beast with a golden horn and huge wings, stars, and strange runes that seemed alive. A powerful aura radiated from it, making Long Chen’s heart tremble. “This…” he muttered softly, unable to understand what he was seeing. He slowly stepped closer. The moment he reached the gate— BOOM! A blinding golden light burst out from the gate! Before Long Chen could react, a beam of light shot straight toward him— It struck his brow! “AHHH!” A sharp pain exploded inside his head. Memories… fragments… unknown voices… all rushed into his mind at once. His vision shattered— Long Chen suddenly woke up! “AHHH!” He sat up abruptly, breathing heavily. Sweat covered his entire body, and his heart pounded like a drum.
Axe1kim5346M · 9.6k Views

The Dark Prince's Lover

The dance ended with a final, graceful spin. Lord Greyson released Dydra with a courteous smile, his admiration lingering in his eyes as he gave a slight bow. “A pleasure, as always,” he said lightly. Dydra returned the smile out of habit, though her thoughts were already elsewhere. She gave a small excuse and stepped away, her gaze drifting across the ballroom as if searching for something—someone. But whatever she sought, she did not find. A faint frown creased her brows. Without another word, she turned and slipped out of the ballroom, heading toward the quiet of the garden. The cool night air should have calmed her. It didn’t. “You’re letting other men touch you?” The voice came from behind her—low, unhurried… almost lazy. But Dydra’s entire body reacted instantly. A sharp shiver ran through her. She didn’t need to turn to know who it was. That voice carried something unmistakable beneath its calm surface—something restrained. Something dangerous. “I—it’s not—” Her voice broke mid-sentence. Panic tightened her throat as cold sweat formed along her skin. “Need I remind you,” he continued evenly, each word measured, “who you belong to?” The calmness was the most terrifying part. Not anger. Not shouting. Just control—tight, absolute control. Dydra parted her trembling lips again, but no sound came. Her mind went blank. Then suddenly— A hand closed around her waist. Firm. Possessive. Her breath caught as her eyes squeezed shut on instinct, her body going still. “Dydra,” his voice dropped to a whisper, closer now. “Who do you belong to?”
Lizzie_4218 · 116.3k Views

Vampire Chronicles

Year 1540 Nicole is a lowly human from the mainland trying to make ends meet as she would often paint for middle and high-class people sometimes even Purebloods which was rare in her case. She receives little money which doesn’t financially support her living. Until one day she received an invitation from the Snow Kingdom to paint the great Lord Jasper Gervassius. She reaches the kingdom and Meets Lord Jasper in the hopes of making a big income she receives more than what she bargains for. ---------------------------------- Teaser: Jasper placed both of his hands on either side of Nicole's head trapping her with his body. He stared down at her looking at his sweet innocent lamb, he couldn't help but smile at her widely. Her doe-like eyes staring back at him only made him want to devour her "Why do you play these games with me darling you know I don't like it. I think you forgot who you're dealing with." He leaned down against her lips slightly flicking his tongue in her mouth making her crave for more."My Quahneah Woman" Nicole gasped in shock as she wondered how he knew her tribe's name. Before she could say another Jasper had cupped her cheek softly placing his lips on hers and kissing her softly as he slowly removed his hands against the wall. He was wrapping his arms around her waist bringing her body closer to his as there was no space between them. As they continued Nicole started to become breathless pulling herself back to breathe, she couldn't help but look up to see Jasper looking at her with a smile that was Duchenne. His purple orbs looked into her seeing the love and adorn affection he was showing her.  "Jasper I have a question to ask you" Jasper hummed waiting for her question" What are we going to do about the tirade ." Jasper's smile suddenly became sinister as he narrowed his eyes "Why don't you leave that to me, darling."
KyrieUzumaki · 215.7k Views

Blue Gem [BL]

Blue, a nine-hundred-year-old vampire, has spent centuries searching for something he was told could never exist for his kind—a mate. While vampires are believed to be incapable of forming true fated bonds, Blue refuses to let go of the possibility, especially after witnessing his werewolf family find theirs. The absence of such a connection leaves a quiet but persistent emptiness in him, one that drives his relentless search across the centuries. Everything changes when Blue senses the unmistakable pull of a bond in a small town high school. There, he finds Mason Carter—his mate. However, the discovery comes with an immediate and troubling complication: Mason is only thirteen years old. Unwilling to interfere in Mason’s life too soon, Blue chooses to remain in the shadows. For years, he watches over him from a distance, ensuring his safety while suppressing his own desire to step in. As time passes, Blue becomes intimately aware of Mason’s life—his quiet nature, his insecurities, and the emotional damage inflicted by those around him. Mason grows up in an environment devoid of support. At school, his best friend Caleb slowly destroys his confidence, reinforcing feelings of worthlessness and shame, particularly surrounding his sexuality. At home, Mason faces emotional neglect and a lack of acceptance, leaving him isolated and vulnerable. Over time, the weight of these experiences erodes his self-worth. By the time Mason turns eighteen, Blue is still holding himself back, determined to respect the boundaries he set. However, Mason’s situation worsens. His internal struggles deepen, and his belief that he is unlovable becomes firmly rooted. The turning point comes when Mason gathers the courage to confess his feelings to Caleb, only to be cruelly rejected and humiliated. Witnessing this breaks the last of Blue’s restraint. The years of watching, waiting, and enduring Mason’s suffering become unbearable. Driven by both love and long-suppressed possessiveness, Blue finally steps out of the shadows. He inserts himself into Mason’s life, determined to protect him, support him, and undo the damage that has been done. As Blue claims his place beside his mate, he also sets his sights on those who hurt him. What begins as protection quickly blurs into something darker, as Blue’s centuries of patience give way to a more ruthless side. Those who contributed to Mason’s pain must now face the consequences.
TellyD · 85.6k Views

Blood Syllables on Silver Ashes

"Some lives are born from the frozen silence of a grave." Vespera is a bloody paradox walking through the snows of Alberta. The only legacy of a cursed night where a vampire's cold poison and a wolf’s feral rage knotted within a dead human womb. She is a hybrid baptized by her mother’s final breath; she is the one who survived by sucking life from death. As an unbranded Omega, there was no place for her—not even on the dustiest shelves of this brutal hierarchy. Yet, Vespera’s eyes were never on the arrogant thrones of vampires or the blood-stained leadership of wolves. Her only dream wasthe small, fragile family she built with a handful of outcasts. She was naive enough to believe she could flee from her destiny; but in the lands ruled by High Alpha Varg, every escape was merely a red carpet rolled out for the predator. When Varg—the High Alpha of cold iron and silver wrath—found her in the darkness of the prophecies and the silence of her unawakened wolf, what he offered was not a rescue. It was a sinister bargain that touched the most intimate agonies of her soul.The High Alpha’s voice was as cold as a blade’s edge, yet filled with a lethal promise: "When the rhythm of that heart, born from a dead womb, begins to beat only for my name... that is when you will survive the true hell within my own heart, Vespera. Do not just give me your submission... Give me those bloody syllables that have never been heard before." As silver ashes fall one by one from the sky, Vespera must make a choice: She will either vanish as a silent syllable in the claws of a monster, or she will turn herunawakened wolf into a nightmare that will stain all of Alberta in blood. "Those born of death can only be sealed in blood."
SılaEbru · 39.5k Views