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Amidst the chaos of her crumbling life, Lynn accidentally witnesses a murder right before her very eyes. As the killer's blood-soaked hammer is about to crush her skull, the blood from her scraped palm, thankfully, saves her. Little does she know, Zayn Kaml is an elusive Vampire, a myth in human eyes, and the cold-blooded killer who wanted her dead that night. Now, he is obsessed with her blood, having tasted it from her wounded palm. Lynn is the carrier of Pure Blood, a rare type of blood forged through hellish suffering, and Vampires would kill to possess it. "You must not fall in love with the owner of that Pure Blood." Zayn's reply is chilling. "If I fall in love with her, I will personally kill her with my own hands after draining every last drop of her blood." But Zayn doesn't know that one day, he will be willing to sacrifice everything, even tear open his own heart, for the very woman he swore to kill if he ever fell for her.

Most dream of awakening elite Mage or Warrior branches, hoping for even a single A-rank spark. So when Mike awakened as a Common Knight, the lowest of all combat classes, no one was surprised. But when his Potential appeared as F-rank, the absolute bottom… everyone immediately dismissed him. A Knight with F potential is a death sentence. A future of mediocrity. A life destined to be stepped on. And yet— The awakening didn’t end. Beneath the worthless class and shattered potential, something impossible flickered to life: Talent: ??? — Rank SSS. A mythical talent that shouldn’t exist. An F-rank Knight with an SSS-rank Talent.

A normal high school boy with nothing much happening in his life except for...life. Every new day was the same as the one before but he doesn't really care much about it. He thought of himself as a normal high school-going boy with no clear future. Lazy, sarcastic, but kind of intelligent, he was living a normal life. Though fate had different plans for him as he met a girl who he did and did not know. The school princess was the first thing he saw when he woke up in his bed caressing his head. To any other boy in his situation, it would be pure bliss but he was worried. Why? Since she was in his house which he had locked before going to sleep. Little did he know that the girl was more than what she showed and was about to turn his entire life upside down. How will he tackle this situation? No one knows that.

Mumbai IT professional Veer Bhosle dies saving a child, meets cosmic being R.O.B., and is reincarnated into Twilight universe as Veer Dwyer—Bella's cousin with divine Narasimha powers. Blessed with Hrithik Roshan's looks and meta-knowledge of the story, he arrives in Forks just as Alice Cullen has a vision: he's the destined mate of three Cullen sisters—Edyth, Jessamyn, and Eleanor. I hope you're enjoying the fanfiction so far! I'd love to hear your thoughts on it. Whether you loved it, hated it, or have some constructive criticism, your feedback is super important to me. Feel free to drop a comment or send me a message with your thoughts. Can't wait to hear from you! If you're passionate about fanfiction and love discussing stories, characters, and plot twists, then you're in the right place! I've created a Discord server dedicated to diving deep into the world of fanfiction, especially my own stories. Whether you're a reader, a writer, or just someone who enjoys a good tale, I welcome you to join us for lively discussions, feedback sessions, and maybe even some sneak peeks into upcoming chapters, along with artwork related to the stories. Let's nerd out together over our favorite fandoms and explore the endless possibilities of storytelling! Click the link below to join the conversation: https://discord.com/invite/HHHwRsB6wd Can't wait to see you there! Thank you for your support!

Draven Youngblood, immortal ruler of the vampires and son of Lucifer, has spent centuries shaping the fate of both monsters and mortals from the shadows. Now, as ancient enemies stir and the weight of his dark legacy grows heavier, Draven is forced to confront the secrets of his own existence and the mysterious forces manipulating his world. Torn between his ruthless nature and a longing for purpose beyond conquest, Draven embarks on a journey through his past and present, determined to unravel the truth and protect those he holds dear—even if it means facing the darkness within himself. ** Title abbreviation DYS Draven Youngblood Series **** MY FULL BOOK AT PATREON DRAXBER FABER. If you got this far then please join my Discord Server https://discord.gg/7AdAjGj8jJ TikTok @DraxberFaber - Personal Instagram @DraxberFaber - Personal YouTube @DraxberFaber - Personal © Alexander B Faber AKA Draxber Faber 2025. All rights reserved.

On the day I was to marry the love of my life, the ceremony was bathed in blood. The Vampire Emperor, Azrael Bloodbourne, tore me from the altar and dragged me into his dark and dangerous world. He says I am his bride. His possession. His key to a legacy no vampire has ever dared to dream of. But as I struggle against his shadow, another figure emerges from the cold. Ezryn Graemor, Alpha of the Snowfall Tribe, kidnaps me for his own desperate purpose—to lift a curse that has haunted his bloodline for generations. I thought he only needed me for my blood… but every glance, every touch, betrays a truth far more dangerous. I am his fated mate. In Azrael’s darkness, I feel a fire I shouldn’t crave. In Ezryn’s wintered touch, I feel a pull I can’t resist. Now I must choose to either surrender my body to the Vampire who claims me as his Queen, or risk everything for the Lycan whose soul is bound to mine. Either way, my heart and my life hangs in the balance. WELCOME TO BOOK ONE OF MY FANTASY SERIES.

In a world of power struggles and betrayal, A hero was once a loyal warrior who dedicated his life to helping his childhood friend ascend to the throne. Through blood, sweat, and unwavering devotion, he paved the way for his friend's reign—only to be betrayed the moment his goal was achieved. His life was cruelly stolen, but fate had other plans. Instead of death, he awakens in his childhood once more, armed with the memories of his tragic fate. This time, he will not be the loyal shadow of a false friend. This time, he will seize the throne himself. Yet, this is not his story. Our true protagonist is an ordinary man who finds himself reincarnated into this world—not as a hero, but as an extra. A mere background character destined to meet a tragic end, a third prince whose death will serve only as fuel for the true villain's rise. Slated to become an undead knight under the fourth prince, the last and most terrifying villain of this dark tale, he must now defy fate itself. With knowledge of the future and a world filled with scheming nobles, ruthless warriors, and an impending catastrophe, can this forsaken prince change his fate? Or will he meet his destined end, only to rise as a pawn in the villain’s grand scheme? A tale of revenge, survival, and defying fate begins now ......Only to end up, as I messed up(Author), So, rewrite starts from the Volume 2, and guys can also see the first one, just read it upto Grimopire chap, after that its waste of your money.

Well, I’ve really gotten myself into it. I used to be an orderly, and now I’m some kind of undead creature—with a bounty on my head, no less! As if I didn't have enough problems of my own, what is losing control of my body worth? So. The goal: figure out what I’ve become. The mission: survive.

After dying at the hands of Voldemort and Jon Snow, Harry Potter and Daenerys Targaryen are chosen by a mysterious ROB and sent to a new universe—Chicago, 1918. On the very day Edward Masen is turned, they too are reborn as vampires. In a world of bloodlust, secrecy, and immortality, magic and fire meet fang and fate in a story that changes everything. I hope you're enjoying the fanfiction so far! I'd love to hear your thoughts on it. Whether you loved it, hated it, or have some constructive criticism, your feedback is super important to me. Feel free to drop a comment or send me a message with your thoughts. Can't wait to hear from you! If you're passionate about fanfiction and love discussing stories, characters, and plot twists, then you're in the right place! I've created a Discord server dedicated to diving deep into the world of fanfiction, especially my own stories. Whether you're a reader, a writer, or just someone who enjoys a good tale, I welcome you to join us for lively discussions, feedback sessions, and maybe even some sneak peeks into upcoming chapters, along with artwork related to the stories. Let's nerd out together over our favorite fandoms and explore the endless possibilities of storytelling! Click the link below to join the conversation: https://discord.com/invite/HHHwRsB6wd Can't wait to see you there! If you appreciate my work and want to support me, consider buying me a cup of coffee. Your support helps me keep writing and bringing more stories to you. You can do so via PayPal here: https://www.paypal.me/VikrantUtekar007 Or through my Buy Me a Coffee page: https://www.buymeacoffee.com/vikired001s Thank you for your support!

Having more than one mate was something new to the witches. That aside… They were Werewolves. So how did they possess special abilities that even frightened the witches? The dark queen couldn’t stand them and sacrificed her only son to kill them. Yet they didn’t die, they were cursed into a deep sleep. She paid a huge price, sleeping for centuries alongside them. Megan, the weakest white witch, was chosen by the moon goddess herself to tame them. She was terrified, especially with the unsettled relationship between Werewolves and witches. She was forced into this because she had to wake them, a prophecy had been spoken among the witches, and prophecies could not be disobeyed. Unaware that she was only a pawn, used by the elder witches to uncover the Werewolves’ secrets, Megan refused to let anyone control her. It turned out she had her own plan. Not even the dangerous Alphas could treat her like trash. She might be a witch without a wand, or a witch who knew no incantations, but she was the one everyone respected without asking for it. The thing is…. She's a weak dark queen and Athena is the most powerful dark witch. She rose after waking them…two dark witches can't be alive….one must die to let the other one rule…what will happen? Who will die between them? The chosen mate of the twins Alpha or the evil queen?

They stole his future and crippled his body. Now, he’ll rewrite the history in blood. Damon was on the verge of greatness, first in line to claim Bloodreign, the legendary artifact said to grant unmatched power in Earth Online, the world’s first fully immersive VR game. But his best friend betrayed him, stealing the item, and leaving Damon broken, crippled and nearly deleted. Kicked from the guild, mocked by the community, and trapped in a weak, crippled body, he was forgotten until his last desperate attempt somehow brought him back in time to the day when it all began. Now Damon was back and he knew what he was going after. A hidden lineage. A cursed class. A bloodline sealed since the dawn of the multiverse. Last time he played fair. Last time he trusted. This time he would hunt and devour. With years of knowledge of every exploit, every secret quest, every bugged mechanic, he will climb straight to the top. Armed with the blood of the first Vampire King, he was an apex predator now who stood at the very top. However, unbeknownst to him, a catastrophe lurks in the shadows. Damon finds out that the game itself might not be as simple as it seemed and the entire future of the humanity might depend on this game.

[Mature content. No rape] ____________________ "Mr. Archer!" She hurried her footsteps after the cop, who seemed to have already memorized the way out of the small two-story house. "It's Adrien, not Archer," he said, not bothering to turn around and look at her as he turned the door knob. "Fine." She rolled her eyes. "We need to talk, " she said, following him out of the house and closing the door behind her. "I had enough time to spend with a dunderhead like you," she heard him say, and she fumed. "How dare you?!" She fisted her palm furiously as she saw him walk past the little gate. "You son of a chameleon!".... ________ In a world where mythical creatures like werewolves, vampires, and elves exist alongside humans, a long-standing war has left humans living in fear and captivity. Elves, once thriving, have become extinct due to the ongoing conflict. Alicia, the last surviving elf, is raised by Mrs. Anderson, whom she believes to be her biological mother. However, when Alicia confronts a man named Adrien, whom she calls Mr. Archer, tensions rise. Adrien's apparent disdain for Alicia triggers a fiery exchange. Unbeknownst to Alicia, her unique heritage as the last elf will soon become a central focus in a world where mythical beings and humans clash. This story promises intrigue, conflict, and a journey of self-discovery for Alicia as she grapples with her identity and the ongoing strife between mythical creatures and humans.

In a world where humans live under the rule of vampires, the creatures of the night sit at the top of the hierarchy while humans are hunted, enslaved, or used for their blood. Eudora, one of the few humans hiding in the shadows, is captured and thrown into a vampire prison. Her life changes forever when she is claimed by Prince William, a powerful and dangerous vampire. But will this fateful bond be her salvation, or her doom?

He lived a quiet life in a loud world. Work. Regret. Silence. Then, in a single careless moment, it ended. Stabbed in the heart of a crowded city, a man who had never truly lived awakens in a world he does not recognize—Tetramor—inside a body that should never have been his. A vampire. A noble. A man despised by his own blood. His new name is Dariush Farzad, and everything wants him dead. Clans whisper his name with hatred. Empires watch for his fall. Friends, enemies… even those closest to him hide knives behind smiles. Worse still, his body stands at the brink of collapse—starved, weakened, and hunted—while fragments of a past life he does not remember scream warnings inside his mind. Powers he does not yet understand. A world ruled by Phase, Will, and Blood. And a fate already written in someone else’s ink. All he asked for was a chance to live. Instead, he was given a throne surrounded by graves. Now, with death closing in from every direction, Dariush must choose: Fade quietly, as everyone expects… or embrace the monster they fear—and survive at any cost. Because in Tetramor, mercy is a luxury. And those who hesitate… do not live long enough to regret it. update: 1~3 chapter per day

Aaric was never meant to survive. Born weak, living on the edge of society, and forgotten by a world that rewards strength, his life ends the moment blood spills from another’s veins—awakening something ancient inside him. After his first kill, Aaric is dragged into a strange, living dimension where darkness watches, judges, and speaks. There, he meets a being beyond human or vampire—an existence that reveals a terrifying truth: Aaric is no longer human… but not yet a true vampire either. He is a halfling—a dangerous, unstable existence caught between two species. Bound to the Gene Evolution System, Aaric learns the cruel cost of survival. From now on, blood is not a choice—it is a necessity. Human blood fuels his strength, accelerates his healing, and sharpens his senses… but every drop pushes him closer to losing control. Drink too much, and he becomes a monster. Drink too little, and the hunger will consume his mind. To become a true vampire, Aaric must reach Level 10—but the path forward is soaked in blood, temptation, and impossible choices. As he returns to the real world, one truth echoes louder than any system notification: Power demands payment. And blood always collects its due.

My identity is that of a priest. My hobby is exorcism. My favorite thing is the mission reward. My favorite scene is the nuclear explosion. The person I want to be the most is a superman without any weaknesses. I like to keep a low profile. Hate trouble the most. One of the favorite maxims is blood for blood and tooth for tooth. "..." This is a somewhat bland exorcism story. Pervert, wizard, magic, vampire, werewolf, demon, killer... Note: Everything in this parallel world is purely fictitious, please do not substitute it into reality.

The century-old war between witches and werewolves has finally ended. Peace reigns. Or so it seems. Because that peace came with a price. Something stirs in the shadows. Dark creatures now hunt wolf, witch, and human alike. The world needs a savior... one born of chaos and magic. Celeste Bloodoak was supposed to be that savior. Daughter of the North American Alpha King and his hybrid Luna Queen, she should’ve inherited greatness. But she didn’t. Wolfless. Powerless. Scorned by her peers, rejected by the Alpha she loves and pitied by her own family, Celeste has always lived in her twin brother’s shadow. Until she meets him—a man forged in blood and darkness. A creature that shouldn’t exist. A vampire. And as if resisting that dangerous pull weren’t enough, Celeste’s world shatters during Bloodoak Academy’s Mating Ball... when she discovers she’s mated to four men. Not one. Not two. FOUR. Her arrogant Alpha ex. His cold, calculating Beta brother. A witch who wants nothing to do with her. And the mysterious vampire whose kiss tastes like sin. One girl. Four mates. And a bond that could save—or doom—the world. In this dance of blood, power, and forbidden desire, will Celeste rise as the prophesied heir… or fall to the darkness that calls her name? (TRIGGER WARNING: Mature content and dark themes ahead.)

Ereshgal was born under omens—marked by the gods, worshipped by mortals, destined to rule. But even a crowned godling fears death. Desperate to escape his fate, he defies the divine and drinks from a power older than the heavens themselves—crimson, cursed, eternal. Now immortal, he walks through centuries haunted by blood, betrayal, and the price of what he’s become. This is the story of the first vampire. Of the king who chose damnation over death. And of the world that will burn because of him.

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.

In a world where beasts rarely crave their own gender, Blazar's disguise as a boy is both her shield and her greatest gamble. Her scent betrays her—an intoxicating lure that would send any beast-blooded king into a frenzy to claim her. The disguise makes them hesitate, their instincts confused by the male facade over the irresistible female scent beneath. Every breath risks her discovery. Every moment is a gamble. Born a nobody. Sold into slavery. Bought by a king. Raised as a weapon. Her orders are simple: infiltrate Royal Imperium Prestigia High, pose as noble boy Orion Spade from a broken line, and assassinate the most powerful king. Succeed, and she lives. Fail, and she dies. Prestigia is an academy where monsters are crowned—and innocents devoured. Ruled by the Havoc Five: Dante the werewolf supreme alpha, Kaelric the apex of humanity, Vesper the vampire overlord, Xeari the werecat king, and Ryuzaki the celestial kitsune. Each lethal in their own way. Thousands of nobles would kill to kneel at their feet. For most girls, this is paradise. For Blazar? A nightmare. Her defiance doesn't go unnoticed. She attracts the attention of all five. The kings circle her—some to protect, some to break her, others wanting more. She runs. She tries to deny. But the longer she resists, the more entangled she becomes. To survive, she must outwit them all while hiding her true gender, her slave mark, the deadly secret of her bloodline, and escape the king who owns her. Blazar Staray won't play their games. And she certainly doesn't kneel. But the real question is—can she resist the hunger they woke in her? °~Excerpt~° "I don't understand," she whispered, her voice shaking. "I haven't done anything. I don't know what's happening." Kaelric stepped forward, his expression cold and calculating. "That's exactly what someone using seduction magic would say." His ice-blue eyes bore into hers with such intensity that she felt like he could see straight through to her soul. "The question is, what kind of magic are you using, and who sent you here?" "I'm not using any magic!" Blazar protested, her voice rising with desperation. "I don't even know what you're talking about!" But even as she said the words, she could feel the weight of their stares on her. Something was definitely wrong, and somehow, she was at the center of it all. The one thing they all seemed to want but couldn't quite understand why.