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The Affinity of Fate

Snow bites deeper than steel, and cages leave scars no eyes can see. Q97 is not a boy with a name—he is a number, an experiment carved from cruelty in the underground labs by vampires. In a world where hybrids are treated as disposable tools, his only hope is escape. Guided by the secret writings of those who came before him, he follows a path dug by rabbits and buried in whispers, chasing freedom through tunnels that lead toward human lands. But freedom has a price: the moment he crosses the border, he can never return. Never again to the castle’s red spires. Never again to the rose garden. Never again to the one vampire who gave him warmth when the world froze him numb. Sir Draven—the quiet gardener with golden eyes who carved clumsy little sculptures of ice just for him. Roses that melted by morning. A kindness that should not have existed. A memory Q97 cannot take with him, yet cannot leave behind. This is not a story of quick love or easy salvation. It is a slow journey of survival, longing, and fragile bonds that burn against the cold. A tale for those who believe that even in the darkest experiments, even under cages and snow, a single rose can bloom. ***** This is a slowburn, character-driven story. If you love emotional depth, healing & growing arcs, and found-family themes, this is for you. Stick around past chapter 10, that's when the heart of the story begins to unfold. Warning: mpreg, almost all male experiments have wombs. Please proceed with caution if you are uncomfortable. Romance will start when MC is older, Thank you ^^
I_Eat_Rice · 200.7k Views

Illusion Forms The Saga of Hidden Identity

ILLUSION FORMS — THE SAGA OF HIDDEN IDENTITY "Can a single thought become a death sentence? Can a spoken word reshape reality?" Legend speaks of an ancient era where power was so absolute that even a faint thought of betrayal or harm towards the Supreme beings resulted in instant death, regardless of distance. Their every word was an immutable law, and their 'Vows' were unbreakable chains of destiny. It is said that these terrifying powers were eventually bound within primordial Seals, for no mortal vessel could ever contain such a devastating cosmic weight without shattering. But where those powers went remains the world's greatest mystery. In a modern era dominated by vampires and shadows, three strangers find themselves entangled in a fate they cannot comprehend: The Silent Mask: A child who survives behind a fragile veil of innocence. Trusting no one and relying only on himself, he is a master of manipulation, subtly controlling the minds and circumstances of those around him for his own protection. He is the quiet storm that no one sees coming. The Invisible Pull: A youth with defiant eyes and unwavering confidence. He is haunted by an unexplainable magnetic pull toward people he has never met, as if his very soul is searching for its missing fragments. The Stern Shell: A ruthless protector who has turned his heart into stone to shield his own. Wary of outsiders and fiercely loyal, he guards his secrets with a cold, lethal precision. As the ancient Seals begin to crack, a terrifying question arises: Are these three merely victims of fate, or are they the very catastrophe the world tried to lock away? "A true ruler does not need a blade to conquer. He only needs to speak—and the world shall kneel."
Rahila_Khanam · 81.1k 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 · 579.3k Views