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Her Bloom Isn’t Red Anymore 1

Post - Apocalyptic Horror | Action | Yuri Harem | 18+ | Rated R | Mature Content | Slow Pace | Smut | Obsession | Erotic If you want to support me please go in my ko-fi.com/taro13755. It started with a kiss I don’t remember giving. A rooftop. A moan. Someone’s fingers buried in my hair like they belonged there. A mouth on my throat that said I tasted like something they lost in another life. I wasn’t dreaming. The city was already cracking beneath me. Power grids flickering like dying stars. Tech failing. Screens static. The sky bruising in strange new colors. Everyone said it was coincidence. Collapse. Noise. But I knew better. The moment I felt her breath on my skin — even if I couldn’t see her — I knew the end had already arrived. And I had something to do with it. Ten butterflies maybe more followed me after that. Not literal ones. Not always. They shimmered in my periphery. Each the wrong color. Each too vivid. Each drawn to me like heat to blood. They touched me in dreams. They watched me when I undressed. They whispered without words. I could taste their want. Some called me cursed. Broken. Unstable. But the truth is simpler. I’m blooming again — and they all feel it. They don’t love me. They remember me. They remember what I used to be — what I still am, underneath the silence. One of them burned me with just a kiss. One broke my spine with kindness. One slid her hand under my shirt like it was always hers. One cries when she touches me. One never speaks, but her eyes dig. One wants to keep me. One wants to ruin me. And one just wants to finish what we started. They think I’m choosing. I’m not. My body already did. And now the bloom inside me is turning darker. Wilder. No longer red. I used to be soft. Gentle. Human. Now I wake up wet from dreams I didn’t have. Bite marks on my neck. Moans caught in my throat. Static in my ears. I flinch at mirrors. I glow when the moon’s full. And every time one of them looks at me — really looks at me — I feel the thorns growing again. They don’t touch me gently. They don’t ask for permission. They take. They bite. They bury themselves in the cracks I didn’t know I left open. And I let them. Because they fed me love. They crowned me with lust. And now power is breaking everything that held me still. This isn’t a romance. It’s a hunger. A reckoning. A memory that never died — even when I did. Ten butterflies or more. Ten lovers or more. Ten or more reasons I’m becoming something else entirely. And I am the bloom. The chalice. The girl at the center of the storm, still moaning for more. Please be nice to me — I write this for fun and just go with whatever comes to mind. I’m not a professional writer, and I’m not planning to be. I just enjoy writing, especially slow pacing and dragging things out. Sometimes I confuse the reader by not explaining whether it’s the past, present, or current timeline. So, read at your own risk! If you want to continue supporting me please go at ko-fi.com/taro13755.
Faithzero · 18.3k Views

Savior Of Realms: The Legacy System

“Victory is justice! Fight soldiers, fight!” Gunfires, explosions, screams and death of comrades. That’s what Benign had known almost all his life. Orphaned at fifteen and thrust into war, he fought hard for many years and attained the nickname, ‘The Cross’, that oppositions dread. It was no wonder when he died on the battlefield, he accepted it. All Glory. No regrets. Let the younger generation continue where he left off. But why did he wake up fighting once again; beasts, elves, and reptilian-looking men? He found himself in the world of the only fantasy book he succeeded in finishing through his busy schedule. Gifted with a legendary system—ten times as proud as he could ever be—and three cheat skills so volatile they could destroy those nearby, possibly even him. His mission? Stop the glitches of the realms that had displaced many realms to far less habitable destinations and lost civilisations or twisted their evolution. Restore the Primordial Core that will keep the balance of the realms and awaken the gods that will watch over their creations again. And most of all? Rise above the others with the legacy system before they surrender to the villain. Poisoned systems? Bserek hosts? A villain that aimed to control their will? It didn't make sense to Benign and felt pathetically convenient but with every other thing he needed to do, it seemed less hectic. Or so he thought. Benign also didn't remember the book having multiple hosts or a villain that could control them. But thankfully, he had an idea where the primordial core would be, due to the internal monologue of the protagonist at the end of the book’s first volume. First, he had to find the protagonist as he had a way of attracting danger and would bring the villain to his doorstep. Could there be another way that didn't include killing all the hosts and inadvertently, the protagonist? What would happen if the villain rose and came for him as the sole owner of the only system too prideful to go berserk? And he didn't mind dying the first time so what could possibly be his reward? An offer to return to his original body wouldn't cut it. Was there any other benefit he gained from doing this? [Um… a marriage contract to the necromancer fairy who hates you.] “I am not that desperate.” [Oh. Then, the keys to the lost realms ? To own, live, and satiate your curiosity?] A smirk grew on Benign’s face, “You should have said that the first time.” He paused. “If you know where they are, are they even lost then?”
RynCodes · 4.3k Views

The Defective wolf

He fumbled for his walkie-talkie, a flicker of anticipation lighting his dull eyes. He was about to deliver good news to the faceless bastards at base. But before he could speak, a blur of movement at his feet caught his attention. The werewolf, the one shackled in silver, fueled by a desperate surge of adrenaline or perhaps the raw agony of betrayal, had broken free. The three other men who had accompanied him roared in frustration and gave chase, their heavy boots pounding on the cracked asphalt. But the leader didn't move. A slow, cruel smile spread across his face. Protocol be damned. He unholstered his sidearm, the cold steel a familiar comfort in his hand. He thumbed the transmit button on the walkie-talkie. "Found another one," he reported, his voice flat and devoid of emotion. Then, without a flicker of hesitation, the sharp crack of a gunshot tore through the oppressive silence. The bullet slammed into the fleeing werewolf's back, the impact throwing her forward before she collapsed in a broken heap. His companions, now returning, exchanged irritated glances. "They want them alive," one of them muttered, his voice tight with annoyance. This loose cannon was going to cause problems. Trinity's life has been defined by isolation and the scars of abuse, a stark contrast to the powerful lineage she doesn't know she possesses. Born to a Beta wolf, the Alpha's second, she was cast out as a defective at the mere age of two, growing up completely unaware of the wolf world that was her birthright. That ignorance is violently stripped away when she is abducted and forced back to the pack that abandoned her. Thrust into a world of primal instincts and ancient traditions, Trinity must confront a reality she never imagined. As she grapples with her sudden transformation and the revelation of her true nature, a dark shadow falls over the wolf community: their kind are vanishing. Against her will, Trinity finds herself drawn into the desperate search for the missing, a quest that leads to a sinister quasi-governmental facility engaged in horrifying experiments. Her journey is one of unwilling discovery, as she fights to understand her past and confront the dangerous future that awaits.
Shyrees · 103.2k Views