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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 · 529.2k Views

Cruel Obsession: Married To The Prince, Desired By The King

{{DARK ROMANCE}} ⚠️Warning: Mature content(18+) This story contains dark romance, possessive characters, questionable decision, and dangerously obsessive love. Expect morally gray men, intense tension, and scenes that may leave you questioning everyone’s sanity… including mine for writing it. ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ “Your Majesty...” “Are you testing me on purpose?” The way he said it was low, and strained making her stomach tighten. She barely had time to breathe before he closed the distance completely, until she was between him and his grand throne. “I told you…” his voice dropped in a dreadful whisper, “not to call me that.” Adeline's lips parted, but nothing came out. His hand came up under her dress, rubbing her bare thigh. Her breathe caught in her throat. Her heart beating wildly from the pure temptation. “It is what you are,” she managed, her voice unsteady. His eyes darkened. “Is it?” His thumb dragged slowly up to her inner thigh, just enough to make a moan build in her throat. A slow, dangerous smile touched his lips. “No,” he murmured, leaning just enough for his voice to brush against her ear, “that’s what I am to everyone else.” Her fingers curled into his shirt as his hand still did unholy things to her body. “To you, It's Azai.” He met her eyes with a lustful, hungry gaze. “Now, say my name temptress.” Her heart hammered in her chest “…Azai.” she whispered his name like sin. The moment the name left her. A slow, satisfied groan slipped from his mouth as his forehead touched hers. “Again, My beloved.” he said, his voice husky. And of course, she did. ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ Have you ever felt someone watching you… so closely that it feels as though your very soul belongs to them? Someone who would snap a man’s neck with his bare hands over a single whisper of disrespect… and lay the severed head at your feet as if it were the most precious gift in the world. Yes. That is my fate. My name is Adeline. A dying village girl with no crown, no power… and barely a month left to live. When a royal decree summons every eligible woman to the prince’s bride-selection ball, I have no desire to go. I have no desire to dream of a future that will never belong to me. But my mother insists. She wants me to see a brighter life than the one she was forced to endure. I never expected to be chosen. I never expected to survive the deadly trials. As the soon to be wife of Prince Nathan. To him, I am nothing more than a mistake dragged into the palace. His cruelty follows me through every corridor. He even once stripped me bare, leaving me to die in the rain. But I am not alone. Because every night… He visits my dreams. My terror. A voice that coils around my thoughts. A touch that never truly claims me… yet leaves my body trembling as if it already belongs to him. And in the daylight, there is the king. The vampire king. The king of Valempire. The most feared and ruthless ruler. A man whose gaze lingers on me far longer than it should. A man whose presence makes my heart race in a way that feels strangely… familiar. Perhaps it is only my imagination. Or perhaps some monsters do not wait in the darkness. And if a monster becomes obsessed with you… The real question is not whether you will survive. It is whether you will ever escape. ✧❀✧༻༺✧❀✧༻༺✧❀✧❀✧༻ Wait… how about a little spoiler? What to expect? •Vampires. {The descendants of Dracula.} •Demons… •Lucifer himself. And just when you think that is enough... There are three kinds of demons too. •The Primordials:- the first ever created. •The Lessers:- born demons. •The Spawned:- the unhonoured ones. The story is wilder than you think... ✧❀✧༻༺✧❀✧༻༺✧❀✧❀✧༺ {If you enjoyed stories like Married to the Devil’s Son, The Crown’s Obsession, or The Duke’s Masked Wife, then this story might be just for you.} Discord: thaymi_1 NOTE: The book cover belong to the author, do not reuse it.
Thaymi · 43.3k Views

WHERE TEMPTATION BITES

Ravencrest High looks like a prestigious boarding school, but the truth is far from that. Hidden from humans, it is a training ground for young vampires to master self-control. Humans are enrolled alongside them, because they think it’s just an elite academic program. In reality, their presence keeps the vampires in check, providing occasional feeding opportunities under strict supervision. With the humans completely unaware. Lyra Hale is a new transfer student, hoping for nothing more than a fresh start. She expected a normal school environment. Instead, she finds herself surrounded by students who are weird and secretive. Kieran Black is everything Ravencrest warns against. A high-ranking vampire from one of the oldest bloodlines, he doesn’t believe in the rules meant to keep vampires in line. He sees the humans not as protected guests, but as tempting puzzles, and he can’t resist the effect Lyra has on him from the first moment he notices her. Lyra doesn’t know the truth about the school, the vampires, or Kieran. While she tries to survive in the school, Kieran is drawn to her in ways he can’t fully control. With the school having so much unbendable rules, even the authority can’t be trusted. And the most dangerous person on campus might also be the only one willing to protect her. At Ravencrest, temptation is constant, and love may be the most dangerous mistake of all. `•`•`•|`•`•`•|`•`•`•|`•`•`• [Excerpt] Lyra was halfway down the east corridor, Ravencrest always felt different at night. She hugged her books closer to her chest and stopped when she turned a corner, someone stood at the end of the hall. One foot was propped up behind him, hands in his pockets, head slightly tilted. His eyes locked onto hers, dark and intense, like he had been waiting for her. The hallway suddenly felt smaller and tighter. “Kieran.” “You’re really good at pretending I don’t exist.” “Maybe because you keep showing up where you’re not supposed to be.” His eyes dropped to her lips for half a second before going back to her face. She took a step back as he stepped closer and she froze the second his hand closed over her wrist. Then just as her heart threatened to leap out of her chest, his thumb brushed against the delicate skin of her wrist. His touch sent a shock of warmth through her, a feeling she couldn’t quite figure out no matter how hard she tried. She tried to pull back, but before she could, he tugged her closer and suddenly, the space between them disappeared. Every instinct screamed to push him away, to step back, but she couldn’t. He was just too close. “Kieran…” she whispered, voice trembling. The faintest smirk tugging at the corner of his lips, and those enticing grey eyes that she felt drawn in every second she look at him, like gravity itself had shifted. The way he held her wrist and the way his thumb brushed against them, it was everything but safe. "What are you doing?" "I could kiss you." ***** Cover art is not mine. Full credit goes to the original creator.
Lucky_Damsel · 34.6k Views

ALTER: Legends Awaken

Stranded far from their home kingdom of Arkraiel, the two search for answers. While Max prioritizes survival and rest, Ak ventures into a nearby kingdom, driven by curiosity. There, he discovers a grand temple dedicated to powerful divine beings known as the Operators—gods who protect the world from destructive entities. Intrigued, Ak arranges to hear their origin story from a priest. However, strange and dangerous events unfold. In a forest, Ak encounters a mysterious red-cloaked figure with immense power—someone capable of shattering the ground with a single strike. Though Ak narrowly survives, fear and confusion grow. When he later returns to the priest for answers, he instead finds him murdered under suspicious circumstances. Refusing to abandon the truth, Ak becomes increasingly driven to uncover what happened, even as Max urges caution. Their investigation leads to suspicion from the kingdom’s people, resulting in their exile. Forced to live in secrecy, they continue searching for clues while preparing to return home. But fate intervenes again. The mysterious killer reappears, and Ak confronts him despite being outmatched. In a desperate battle near a cliff, Max sacrifices himself to stop the attacker, leaping into the abyss with the enemy. Ak is left behind—injured, shaken, and forever changed. Now alone in an unfamiliar world filled with gods, hidden truths, and deadly enemies, Ak must grow beyond his limits. What began as an accident becomes the start of a much larger journey—one that will determine whether he rises to become the knight-king he was destined to be, or falls to the darkness surrounding him.
Across_Knight · 2.6k Views