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Pureblood's riftbound bride

For generations, the Southern Sun-Realm has lived in the golden warmth of the Starwind lineage. But as the sun begins to dim and the ancient "Void" stir in the corners of the world, a terrifying prophecy emerges: Only a Spirit born of Sun and tempered by Frost can hold back the Great Dark. Elissa Starwind, the youngest Princess of the South, is seen by her court as a failure. Unlike her siblings, whose light is a roaring furnace, Elissa’s "White Flame" is a mere flicker—pale, cold, and seemingly useless. When the prophecy demands a union between the Sun and the North, her father sees an opportunity to discard his "weakest" child. Elissa is sold as a Tithe to the Witch-Kingdom of Aethelgard, wed by blood-contract to the most feared predator in the frost-lands: Alistair D’Valtheron. Alistair is a Pure-blooded Vampire Prince, a being of refined hunger with crystalline, incandescent blue eyes that prove his mastery over his own monstrous nature. As time passes Alistair discovers that Elissa’s "weakness" is actually a different kind of power: a purity that doesn't just burn shadows, but heals the very fabric of reality. As the Moon moves to smother the Sun, the "Weakest Princess" must become the North’s greatest weapon. To save her brother, her husband, and her kingdom, Elissa Starwind must decide if she will remain a flickering candle or become the bonfire that consumes the darkness—even if it means losing her humanity in the process.
scorpion_sh · 28.9k Views

Mafia's Stalker Bride (BL)

Cursed Obsession: Vampire's Eternal Claim In a world where shadows hide fangs and empires are built on blood, Smithen awakens to a nightmare reborn as destiny. Once an anonymous online stalker, Smithen poured his soul into idolizing Viran—the untouchable mafia king, ruthless CEO, and secret vampire lord with powers that bend reality: superhuman speed, hypnotic gaze, telekinetic dominance, and an insatiable thirst for blood and flesh. Their marriage was a whirlwind of cold commands and longing lonely nights, Smithen surrendered his body. He begged for love, but Viran only took, leaving Smithen shattered, and regretting every moan of ecstasy. Death—or whatever passed for it—grants a cruel second chance. Smithen blinks back to life two months before the wedding, heart armored. No more, he swears. But fate twists viciously: a ancient vampire curse binds them, invisible chains that ignite when they near. Viran senses it too—his eyes glowing crimson, fangs elongating as primal obsession surges. The game begins. Viran, sensing the shift, hunts Smithen relentlessly. "Mine," Viran growls, licking blood from a fresh bite on Smithen's neck while telekinetically forcing him. Smithen fights the curse's pull, fleeing but obsession escalates. Regret wars with desire. Smithen hates how his body betrays him—arching for bites that heal instantly. Viran whispers possession games: "Say you love me or you are done for!." Smithen resists, but the curse demands truth—each denial triggering pain-pleasure loops. Will Smithen shatter the curse before Viran's obsession devours him whole? Or surrender to the vampire's eternal claim, body a vessel for endless, curse-fueled rapture? Dark romance drenched in explicit supernatural unyielding possession. No holds barred. Note: Not a rushed romance—this is a slow burn, but contains mature romantic scenes.
aaronstories · 13.4k 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 · 561.5k Views

Alphas of Orion and their Unbroken Mate

(R-18 and dark themes, you have been warned.) Blurb: During my incarceration by my mate, I see a man leaning against the wall of the dungeon with his arms and legs coiled with heavy iron chains. Dressed only in tattered rags of a black robe his ghostly white skin is mostly on display. Tattoos like smoke crawl all the way from his neck to the side of his handsome and deeply chiselled face, but it's the eyes that have me in a trance. Deep red like the freshly spilt blood, such rich shade, and they stare directly at me with such intensity that I forget to breathe. My hand grabs the iron bar, and I steady myself as his curved lips move and he utters only one word to make my world crash and my magic lose control. “Mate!” My world shatters at his words. "You can see me?” He asks next, a voice calmer and yet deeper than Mariana Trench. It whispers all around me, murmuring against my skin as if trying to awaken something sleeping. “Yes, why shouldn't I be able to?” I question, slightly confused. A crease descends on my forehead. "No one else can," he answers with a wounded smile that wrecks my heart. Synopsis: In this post-apocalyptic world, Faes are hunted and killed mercilessly because they are blamed for the apocalypse that befell and destroyed half of the population. At 20, Amaia Zhāng is a Fae and is the last of her kind, or so she thinks. Her family and her whole village were massacred by the Dread Army in the name of keeping peace. She is the sole survivor and keeps her appearance cloaked. But she makes it her mission to train every day and become strong enough to avenge her kind. During a battle with a monster, her mate abandons and rejects her to save his life. Heartbroken, Amaia is left with no choice but to join Orion Academy. It is home to the greatest hunters and enforcers of her continent. It's a world where hunters and enforcers are treated like celebrities. She knows the training will help her fulfil her revenge plans and become a renowned hunter. And maybe along the way she will find another mate. But the twist of fate, deception and seduction from the man who is supposed to refer her to the Orion Academy leaves her with a curse and a tainted reputation. A curse which prevents her mate/mates from recognising her and prevents Amaia from informing them of who she is to them. As it turns out, Amaia is mated to hybrid Alphas of Orion, but none of them can feel the mate bond, and they believe she wants to seduce them. “Have some dignity, Amaia. You abandoned your mate and are now trying your seduction techniques on me. I have a fiancée.” Glares Alnilam, her first mate. “Don't look at me like that, lassie. I am saving myself for my mate.” Winks Alnitak, her second mate. “Stay away from me. You are not my mate,” scolds Mintaka, her third mate. “I will bring a garland constructed from your ex-mate's bones. How dare he hurt you?” Determination flashes in the eyes of Rigel, her fourth mate. Every time they turn her down and choose to be intimate with their chosen females, she feels every ounce of pain and hurt. Amidst the chaos and heartache in a place where enemies hide in plain sight. Can Amaia break this curse and have her mates recognise her as theirs? Does she have four mates or is there another twist hidden? Will she become a successful hunter and keep her identity hidden from the world and at the same time carry out her revenge? Read on to find out. A special thanks to @TheSlumbingCat for creating this beautiful cover for me. If you want to chat, find me on Discord, Facebook and Instagram with the same name.
Sunny_Shumail · 393k Views