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The path of true monarch

In a world where every noble bloodline is blessed with elemental authority, power defines status, and status defines survival. The continent of Eryndor is ruled by ancient families who inherit abilities tied to nature itself—fire, wind, lightning, smoke, beasts, and forgotten mythic forces. These blessings once protected humanity from the invasion of demons and Rift-born horrors… until something far older began to awaken beneath the surface of the world. Among these nobles stands Zeal Greyhound, heir to a declining house and branded a failure by his own bloodline. Born without a recognized authority, he is cast aside as useless in a world where even children manifest powers. But everything changes when his body reacts to a forbidden relic during a violent awakening at the academy. The result is impossible. The system breaks. His authority cannot be read. And something inside him responds. When Zeal is transferred to the elite Eryndor Royal Academy, he is expected to remain a powerless outcast. Instead, his presence triggers unexplained distortions in reality, attracts Rift-born entities, and causes ancient monitoring systems to classify him as: ERROR — UNIDENTIFIABLE AUTHORITY As noble heirs like the lightning-wielding prodigy Lucius Lockwood, the smoke manipulator Chloe Ashfield, and the wind-born strategist Kyle Gale begin to orbit his fate, Zeal becomes the center of an unfolding mystery that even the academy cannot control. Because deep beneath the world, something ancient stirs. A force that recognizes Zeal not as a student… but as a Prototype Vessel. A failed monarch. Or perhaps… the beginning of a new calamity. As sealed entities awaken, hidden wars resurface, and the academy transforms into a battlefield of hidden powers, Zeal must uncover the truth of his existence before the system itself decides to erase him. Because in a world where power defines reality— he is the one thing the system cannot define. And that makes him the most dangerous existence of all.
1drancrowyk_Godly · 2.5k 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 · 587.9k 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 · 40.1k Views

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 · 34k Views