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WOLFLESS: Accidentally Marked By The Devil's Son

TRIGGER WARNING: This story contains dark themes, emotional and physical abuse, trauma, betrayal, humiliation, and mature content. However, it also delivers humor, sharp sarcasm, a doting (and dangerous) mate, and chaotic chemistry between the leads. ★★ Synopsis ★★ They called her wolf-less. A disgrace. A curse. The girl blamed for her brother’s death. The unwanted twin. The shame her pack never stopped punishing. For seventeen years, Isabella endured cruelty from everyone who should have protected her—her Alpha, her pack, even her own blood. Beaten down. Enslaved. Ignored. Yet she never broke. Until the night her first heat dragged her into a forest she was never meant to enter. That night, she met Lucain. A king who had been sleeping for centuries. Cold. Ruthless. Starved. A ruler who rejected fate, bonds, and the Moon Goddess herself. He took her blood to survive. He meant to kill her afterward. Instead, he marked her. A bond never meant to exist. A mate never meant to live. A king never meant to awaken. The mark ignites a secret no one was meant to uncover—one that places Isabella at the center of power, prophecy, and bloodshed. Now the packs want her dead. The Elders want to use her. And enemies far older than wolves are watching. Lucain has spent his existence proving he cannot be owned. No bond. No mate.No weakness. Isabella has spent her life learning how to survive. Forced together by fate and hunted by the world, they face an impossible choice. Bow to destiny and submit to the bond… Or burn down everything that ever tried to control them. Because when fate tightens its grip, the real question isn’t whether the bond can be rejected... It’s what happens when the girl everyone broke becomes the one thing a king cannot afford to lose. •♪♪• Hi, my name is Isabella. Follow me through a journey of survival, self-discovery, vengeance… and a dangerously unexpected love. #StrongFL #EnemiesToLovers #FatedMate #PowerCouple #fromHatefulToDotingHusband #DarkRomance #SlowBurnChaos
Saa_Mohd · 246.3k Views

I am now the Leader of a Vampire-Zombie Country!

A Filipino high student from Leyte, named Basilio Valencia died in a landslide but was reincarnated into another world, which is a partial modern and fantasy world with some modern technology. But thanks to an ability called Tech, he still has his phone, journal, and laptop, as well as some pens and journaling equipment. Thus, he can still listen to his favorite songs and watch his favorite shows, anime, and movies from his previous life through his gadgets. Seeing his creature comforts being reincarnated with him, Basilio thought that he would recontinue his partially changed way of life, but his luck ran out when he almost died in a hostile army known as the Vamzom (Vampire-Zombie) Army. That army, which a Demon Sorcerer cursed and transformed to be blood-thirsty creatures that are more like a hybrid of both vampires and zombies, was killing humans and other races that had blood with combat helicopters, pistols, and swords for their blood. But then, the army regained their humanity partially when they realized what they had done to him and the other humans and races. So, they regretted their actions and worked hard to save him. But, while Basilio was in a coma, their leader, Ruslan Makesa, driven by guilt, took his own life by stabbing himself with his Blood Sword, before placing his powers as a Vamzom in a box; he intended to pass that and his leadership to the Basilio once he survive and wake up from his coma. And so, after Basilio had survived and woken up from his 2-month-long coma, the army apologized to Basilio and asked him to lead them, promising to be good to all races. Basilio was shocked but he forgave them, taking Ruslan's leadership with his own morals and ideals. So, after that, Basilio built a country with the Vamzom race that is civilized and friendly with his cultural traits and morals as a Filipino in his previous life, as well as modeling the new nation, known as the Ruslav Nation, after the Philippine republic. But Basilio discovered that there is a race called Otherworlders, which he was a part of, and took this as an opportunity to make alliances with them. But will Basilio adapt to this new life in a strange world? Warning: The photo used for the book cover is NOT mine! Credits go to the original owner!
Roel_Wesley_II · 164.5k Views

Eclipse: The Awakening

One man. Darkness shrouds his figure. Only his hands are visible, folded before his lips in a contemplative pose. Perhaps he is thinking, perhaps his mind has drifted into places not meant for ordinary men. Cold puffs of air escape him, the only proof he is alive. But is he truly alive… or simply enduring? He doesn’t move. He sits perfectly still. Controlled, calculated, breathing slow, deep breaths and nothing more. Two windows. Floor-to-ceiling monoliths of glass. Crude in craftsmanship, but peculiar in their presence. The cold air clings to them like a second skin, veiling them in a thin layer of fog. The tall frames do not match but they oppose each other, as if forged by rival hands. Light from beyond seeps in. A pale, cold blue glow, but even that is not enough to pry the shadows away from the man’s silhouette. Three candles. They flicker weakly, fighting the room’s immense darkness. The windows offer nothing but blue emptiness, so the candles shoulder the burden of illumination. Yet the man remains half-hidden, swallowed by shadows that refuse to retreat. Stranger still, the candles do not drip wax. Not a single drop. How long have they been burning? Minutes? Hours? Longer? The man has been here for quite some time. It would be reasonable to assume the candles arrived with him… unless something else sustains them. Four bookshelves. They stand like sentinels in the corners of the room. Before, their shelves held tomes of ordinary knowledge. For each row of books, countless secrets lingered, unseen, untouched. And four times over, the library mocked anyone who was bold enough to approach. A reservoir of wisdom. A bookkeeper's dream. But what knowledge does a book have if its reader does not understand it? Before understanding, must the reader not ask what he intends to do with it? These four bookshelves sit silently, daring any soul brave enough to probe them. Five pages. Spread carefully across the table before him. Not a book, just five pages. What kind of knowledge can hide in so little parchment? Letters and symbols crawl across their surfaces, though I cannot tell if the man is reading them or reciting them like a prayer. Is he memorizing them? Or does he already see through the fogged windows that it is coming? The candles cannot protect him forever. The shelves whisper. They want their brother returned. Now is not the time to seek their secrets. The pages flutter. No wind. No hand. Time is up. A single exhale escapes him, longer and heavier than the last. He knows. I know. And now you know. The eclipse is at hand.
Bratte · 37.9k Views