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The Curse of Valdemor

Reborn into a world ruled by curses, Elena awakens with no memory of her past life and a fragile existence in a kingdom where cursed humans are feared and hunted. A chance encounter with a charming stranger named Dante pulls her into a dangerous web of mysteries surrounding cursed individuals and forbidden power. But as fragments of her lost memories begin to resurface, Elena discovers a terrifying truth. The origin of the curse is tied to an ancient evil she once fought… and failed to destroy. Her search for answers leads her into the royal palace, where she begins working to uncover the truth behind the kingdom’s darkness. Only to realize too late that the man she came to trust as Dante… is actually the ruthless Prince of Valdemor, a man whispered to be a heartless killer. And worst of all, he may be the one person she was never meant to love. Excerpt She glanced at Dante, who was quietly staring at the distant horizon, as if the world itself had momentarily stopped demanding anything from him. “Can I ask you something?” Elena said softly. He turned at once. A faint smile touched his lips. “You can ask me anything,” Dante replied gently. “I would be happy to share whatever knowledge I have of this world with you.” Elena let out a quiet laugh under her breath. “Enough with your clever replies, Dante,” she said, shaking her head. “I’m not interested in the knowledge of this world…” Her gaze lingered on him for a moment longer than she intended. “I’m interested in you.” For a split second, Dante’s eyes widened. Then, just as quickly his expression broke into a slow, knowing smile. “Elena…” he called her name deliberately, almost teasingly. And it clicked. The meaning behind her words settled between them like a quiet trap. Her eyes widened. “You... don’t twist my words!” Too late. Dante let out a soft laugh, clearly enjoying her reaction. “You idiot,” she muttered, embarrassed, sending a light punch toward his arm. “Ow…” He rubbed the spot, feigning pain. “That was surprisingly violent.” Elena cleared her throat, trying to regain her composure. “I meant… I want to know you,” she said more seriously this time. “Who you are. Where you came from. How you learned to fight like that. I know nothing about you, Dante… nothing except your name.” The playful air between them faded. Dante’s smile slowly disappeared. What replaced it was something Elena had never seen before. Quiet, heavy, and unreadable. “I understand your curiosity,” he said softly, “but I’m afraid I can’t satisfy it… not yet.” “Why?” she asked immediately. Silence lingered for a moment before he spoke again. “It’s complicated,” Dante said. Then, more firmly, “But I swear this on my life that I’m not here to hurt you.” Before she could react, he reached for her hand. His fingers closed gently around hers. Warm. Certain. Unmoving. Elena froze, her breath catching slightly. “I care about you, Elena,” he said, voice lower now. More serious. “More than I probably should.” His thumb moved slowly over the back of her hand, as though grounding himself in the moment. “And I’ll do everything I can to help you whenever you need it.” A faint pause. “Maybe soon…” he added, gaze softening, “you’ll figure out who I am.” His eyes met hers again. “You’re smart, Elena. Smarter than any girl I’ve ever met.” The air between them thickened, quiet and heavy, as if the world had stepped back to watch without breathing. Dante reached up slowly, brushing a loose strand of hair behind her ear. His touch lingered for a second too long. Neither of them moved away. His eyes stayed on hers. Too focused, too close, as if something unspoken was pulling him in. And for a moment, he couldn't resist...
Moo_nlitquill · 74.9k Views

Lady D

The Dracula Empire is the most powerful criminal empire in the world, ruling the underworld through three branches stretching across China, South Korea, and Thailand. Unlike every other mafia syndicate, its throne belongs to one family—the women of the Ling bloodline. Among them stands Ling Zhao. Feared across continents as the God of Death, she is a woman whose name alone can bring nations and criminal empires to their knees. Wherever she wages war, rivers of blood follow, and no enemy is ever left alive. To challenge Ling Zhao is to sign your own death warrant. After the brutal murder of her parents, Ling Zhao dedicates her life to protecting the only family she has left—her cousin—and to preserving the empire built by generations of the Ling family. Then Lao Zhan appears. One reckless act turns him into Ling Zhao's greatest enemy, igniting a war between two hearts that should never have crossed paths. But hatred slowly gives way to an irresistible attraction, forcing them to choose between love and loyalty. Yet peace is an illusion. Hidden conspiracies, betrayals from within, and enemies waiting in the shadows threaten to destroy everything Ling Zhao has fought to protect. As the empire descends into chaos, she must decide whether love is worth risking the throne—or whether the God of Death was never meant to have a happy ending. In an empire where power is inherited through blood, betrayal is unforgivable, and mercy is weakness... only one question remains. Can the deadliest woman in the world protect both her empire and the man destined to become her greatest weakness?
YoruAoi · 99.6k Views

Hollow Veil

In a world where power determines your worth, being ordinary is a death sentence. Seventeen-year-old Michael Ozor is tired of everything. Tired of a life that feels like an endless cycle of disappointment. Tired of friendships that bring more chaos than comfort. Tired of love that leaves him more broken than before. And most of all, tired of being the fool who keeps hoping things will get better. With two girls pulling his heart in opposite directions, a past he cannot escape, and a future he has little faith in, Michael is ready to stop caring. No more chasing love. No more pointless expectations. If people want to bring chaos into his life, then perhaps it is time he gave them something to fear. Then comes Emox. A school promising to awaken the supernatural abilities hidden within its students, Emox offers Michael a chance to become something more. But beneath its promises lies a world far crueler than he could ever imagine, where power comes at a price, trust can be fatal, and survival demands more than strength. When an unexpected message from a girl threatens to unravel the fragile world he has built around himself, Michael is forced to confront the one thing he has spent his life running from: himself. But what if the darkness inside him is not something to overcome? What if it is the only thing keeping him alive? In a world where power defines humanity, how much of yours can you lose before you become something else entirely? Welcome to The Hollow Veil, where love can become a weakness, memories can become weapons, and the line between monster and human is thinner than anyone dares to believe. Not everyone gets to be a hero.
MichaelONE · 81.3k Views

The Grand Elementalist

In the majestic Kingdom of Ryūgū, a land blessed by the elements themselves, every child was born with the promise of power. From the moment they were toddlers, the people of Ryūgū awakened a mysterious gift known as Elemental Art—the ability to command fire, summon storms, shape earth, or bend water to their will. These powers were the kingdom’s pride. They were the reason Ryūgū had survived the Great Demon War a thousand years ago, when the world nearly fell to darkness. Legends spoke of mighty Elementalists and the legendary Crowned Dragons who fought against the Demon King and his generals to save the realm. But among the children of this powerful kingdom… there was one boy who had nothing. His name was Ryūsei. While the other children awakened their Elemental Arts before they could even read or write, Ryūsei remained powerless. Days turned into years, and still nothing appeared. No spark of flame, no whisper of wind, not even the smallest ripple of energy. The whispers began quietly at first. "Maybe he's just a late bloomer." But as time passed, the whispers turned colder. "Maybe… he was never meant to awaken anything." Some even wondered if he had been forgotten by the elements themselves. Yet Ryūsei refused to give up. Even without power, he trained harder than anyone else. While others relied on their abilities, he sharpened his body and mind, determined to prove that he still belonged in the kingdom he loved. But fate had something far greater waiting for him. One day, when Ryūsei finally awakened his Elemental Art… it did not happen the way anyone expected. The moment his power emerged, the air itself trembled. Ancient energy—something far older than the kingdom, older even than the war a thousand years ago—burst forth from within him. What appeared was not an ordinary Elemental Art. It was something that had not been seen since the days of legends. A power tied to the forgotten past… to the war against the demons… and perhaps even to the fate of the entire world. And from that moment on, Ryūsei’s life—and the destiny of the Kingdom of Ryūgū—would never be the same again.
KazumiNovels · 241.6k Views