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Tame: The Vampire Lord’s Pet

Captured. Broken. Sold like prey. Beatrice spent her life running from the creatures that rule the night. Vampires destroyed the human world long ago, turning cities into kingdoms of blood where humans are nothing more than livestock or pets. When she is captured and sold in an underground market, her fate seems sealed. Her new master is Lord Azarie — the most powerful vampire in the city. Cold. Ruthless. Untouchable. He buys her for a single purpose: to tame her and feed from her. But Beatrice is different. Her blood tastes unlike anything Azarie has ever experienced — addictive, intoxicating, impossible to resist. What begins as ownership slowly turns into something far more dangerous: obsession. Inside the dark walls of his castle, a twisted bond begins to form between predator and prey. A bond of blood. A bond of control. A bond neither of them can escape. But the deeper Azarie sinks into his obsession with the fragile human girl, the more dangerous the game becomes. Because in a world ruled by vampires, weakness is fatal — even for a lord. And one day, the roles will change. The predator will fall. And the girl who once feared the monster… might be the only one who can save him. A dark romance filled with vampires, obsession, dominance, forbidden desire, blood bonds, and dangerous love where the line between master and salvation slowly disappears. Sometimes the monster doesn’t break the girl. Sometimes… the girl tames the monster.
Noir_Fetish · 252 Views

Reborn As Cursed Alpha's Mate

What happens when a goddess falls in love with a shifter? Asara; the goddess of love, was punished by her father, the god of thunder. Her crime being falling in love with a mortal shifter Alpha. To pay for her sins she was reborn as Cassandra LeBlanc; a mortal Princess in the magical Kingdom of Speldaria. Her family and kingdom, except her middle sister, shunned her for she was born without any magical abilities and she had no recollections of her true identity. Her betrothed, the powerful mage commander of the Speldaria, was unbothered by her. He wished for someone strong. Cassandra’s life was toppled when she was gifted a warrior slave by the mighty Alpha of Dusartine. She was asked to take part in the Yearly Arena Event by collaborating with the warrior. Cassandra who hated ‘The Arena’ with her very breath. A place where blood flowed like wine and life was cheaper than the very air they breathed didn't understand her purpose in it. On top of that, the mysterious warrior affected her in unimaginable ways. His hypnotic gaze unsettled her. His rare essence overwhelmed her. His muscular bronzed body consumed her with sinful thoughts. Even the dreams of her past life plagued her. When ‘The Arena' began the hidden agendas and underlying truths came to light and Cassandra was played a hand of fate. She was left with no choice but to give in and choose a path. The question would be. How will Cassandra grapple once she learns of the curse placed on her? Will she be able to obtain her magical abilities and stand up to her father? Who will help her along the journey? ~Excerpt~ Then she felt him, all of him. All his ruggedness. The strength of his arm. The softness of his lips. The grip of his hand. The warmth of his breath. Every muscle in her body went taut at the implications of sleeping in a man’s arms. She had never slept in a male’s embrace before. Her whole skin tingled like tiny sparks dancing on the very parts that connected with him. The crevices of her brain had these memories which weren't hers. This touch somehow didn't seem foreign to her. She felt safe in his soothing embrace and didn't wish to push him away and yet she knew this was far from appropriate. Cassandra tried to wriggle out of his hold, his arms seemed to be built from iron for they wouldn't budge. The light garment she had worn had lifted from her milky thigh baring it as his bronzed muscular one was draped on it. And now she could sense something poking her back. Her eyes suddenly expanded from the realisation and Cassandra fully panicked. “Let go!” She voiced out, heavily. Siroos slowly lifted his leg and slackened his hold on her waist so she could shuffle away. He had awakened when she had stiffened for the first time but wished to behold what she would try. With eyes blown wide she stole a glance towards the man who had her wrapped in his embrace like a precious treasure, his treasure. His molten gold eyes had flickered open and there was this softness and want with which he stared at her. Those soft brown curls cascaded over his eyes as he forgot to blink, watching the timeless beauty that she was. Her one-of-a-kind fragrance was a torture to his senses. How he wished to grab her dainty ankle, pull her from it and have her sprawled underneath him. To kiss the very skin that oozed such scent which was driving him insane. Instead, he bent his arm and placed it under his cheek using it like a pillow to watch her with desire-filled eyes. The awkward lull between them prolonged as Cassandra cleared her throat. “Did you have to climb on me to sleep?” “It wasn't intentional but was certainly enticing and definitely won't be the last time.” His deeply hypnotic voice was even more alluring this early in the morning as it resonated all around her. The book cover is mine.
Sunny_Shumail · 1m Views

Love And Deepspace|Zayne:The Avalon:The bridge between life and death.

Dr. Zayne Li has a secret. Three years ago, the renowned cardiologist stumbled upon an impossible ice cave in the forest outside Linkon City. What he found inside changed everything—a portal to a nightmare realm where monsters hunt humans, where the laws of reality bend and break, and where survival means becoming something you never thought you could be. He barely escaped. And he's spent every day since sealing that cave, ensuring no one else suffers the same fate. Until Hunter Nana Wang follows him one night.Curious, reckless, and too brave for her own good, Nana is Linkon City's strongest hunter—trained to fight Wanderers, not the impossible creatures that exist beyond dimensions. When a surprise attack shatters Zayne's carefully maintained seal, both of them are pulled through the portal into Avalon: a broken city suspended between life and death, where demons, vampires, and hybrids hunt the few remaining humans. Separated by the portal's cruel logic, Nana wakes in an abandoned classroom with no weapons, no backup, and no idea how to survive. Within minutes, she's being hunted. Within hours, she's convinced she's going to die. Then she meets Mina—a survivor who's been trapped in Avalon for a month, who teaches Nana that the only way to escape this nightmare is to become a nightmare yourself.As Nana learns to fight creatures that shouldn't exist, as she loses people she comes to love, as she grows harder and stronger and more desperate, one thought keeps her going: Find Zayne. Escape together. Survive. But Zayne is fighting his own battle, alone in a realm where he's already spent three years learning to be a killer. And when they finally reunite, they discover that Avalon has one rule that changes everything: The only way out appears once a year, during the blood moon cycle, when thousands of vampires wake and hunt. And anyone bitten transforms instantly. One portal. One chance. Two people who love each other enough to sacrifice everything. In Avalon, love isn't just about living together. Sometimes it's about choosing who gets to live at all.
DeepspaceLore · 40.5k Views

Daughter of the Gravekeeper

On the night everything burns, eighteen-year-old Seraphine rises from a massacre drenched in the blood of everyone she has ever loved. But the horror of that night awakens something far more terrifying than grief. Something ancient. Something powerful. With a single touch, life withers. With a single thought, death bends to her command. The darkness inside her has opened its eyes—and it is ravenous. Her awakening does not go unnoticed. From the shadows emerge the Banes—monstrous beings born of nightmare and hunger—drawn by the devastating power she now carries in her veins. To them, Seraphine is not a girl. She is a weapon. A prize. A harbinger of ruin. Forced to flee a world already cracking beneath unseen forces, Seraphine is taken to Death’s Castle—an ancient, shifting labyrinth where the walls remember every soul that has ever screamed within them. There, she finds herself bound to an unlikely trio of allies: a diviner who sees fate unraveling thread by thread, a war vampire who thrives on blood and chaos, and a silent brute whose loyalty is as unbreakable as his strength. Together they must navigate a destiny none of them fully understand. Because Seraphine’s power is not an accident. It is inheritance. A legacy forged from both darkness and light… from gods and monsters alike. And beyond the fragile edges of the world, something older than death itself is beginning to stir. It has watched empires rise and collapse into dust. It has waited through the silence of forgotten ages. And now— it is waiting for her.
Mary_gl0riaa · 957 Views

Clan: The Bloodline Reborn

Morgan never imagined that a single, accidental collision in a campus hallway would alter the course of her destiny. Rafael never imagined either that after centuries of existence as a vampire-a creature sustained by blood, power, and darkness-he would come to a halt because of a girl whose heartbeat he could not hear. She was supposed to be prey. She was supposed to be a target. But Morgan was no ordinary human. Behind her innocent smile and a courage far too reckless for someone so fragile, she carried something the vampire world had never possessed: empathy. And when a forbidden ritual was performed to shatter the cruel clan system, the world shifted. War erupted. Blood was spilled. Clans fell in a single night. The vampire order collapsed. For the first time, monsters began to feel. But every transformation demands a price. Rafael could annihilate an entire clan before dawn. He could survive any wound. He could exist beyond the limits of time. But he could not stop Morgan's time. The ritual that saved their world brutally shortened her life instead. White strands appeared in her hair far too soon. Each year, her breaths grew a little shorter. And Rafael could only watch-because he was eternal, unchanged, untouched by age. For the first time in centuries, he was truly afraid. Afraid of loss. Afraid of silence. Afraid of a heartbeat that would one day cease. This is not the story of a vampire who finds love. It is the story of a monster who learns how to be human. Of choosing-again and again-even when he knows that in the end, he will be the one left behind.
Karla_Lyn · 2.5k Views