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Sold to the Dark Wing

Humans are nothing more than servants in the glittering, cruel society of the winged Seraph. When a human offends them, the punishment is simple: be sold. Evangeline, never thought her own family would betray her. But when her sister committed the unforgivable, offending a seraph, their mother offered Eva in her place- without hesitation. Cast aside like unwanted trash, Eva is paraded before the Seraph nobility to be claimed. No one wants her. Until he appears. The Black Wing. The only Seraph whose feathers are not gold or silver or white, but midnight black. Feared. Cursed. Whispers say every human he has ever taken has perished. And yet, he chooses her. Dragged into his world of shadows, Eva becomes the obsession of a man everyone else fear and despises. He is possessive, merciless, and dangerously seductive. And while her family prays she will be destroyed... Eva begins to wonder if the true danger lies not in his black wings- but in the way her heart betrays her whenever he draws near. Can she ever survive this game of fate? **** The candlelight quivered against the cracked walls of the old inn, shadows twisting like restless spirits. Eva froze as he wasn't suppose to be here! Hades sat in the crimson chair, his presence consuming the air, thick and suffocating, as if the world itself had bowed before him. Swirling the red liquid in his glass, his bright purple eyes never left the shadows, yet he knew she was there before she moved. "Who is it this time?" His voice was a low rasp, curling into the room like smoke, tying her stomach in knots of fear and something darker. Eva forced her pulse to slow, telling herself not to back down. But when his hands rose from the arms of the chair, a shiver ran down her spine. "You aren't supposed to be here," she gasped, as he stood impossibly fast. His black wings unfurled, stretching wide, enveloping her, pressing her to his chest as though he claimed her before she could claim her own breath. "Why?" His lips curled into a wicked, sharp smile. "So I won't discover you running off with that useless boy?" "I didn't—" "Of course, because he's dead." His words cut like a blade, delivered with the certainty of a god reading an open book. Eva stumbled back, pressed to the wall. "You've lost your mind! You didn't kill him—" "Why shouldn't I?" His voice dropped to a growl. A single finger traced the fading red mark on her neck. His eyes snapped with fury; the air itself shivered. He leaned forward, lips brushing her skin, teeth grazing flesh in a possessive bite, erasing another's mark. "He dares," Hades hissed, deadly and low, "he dares touch what belongs to me. A fool. Bold enough to place his lips where mine already mark her." Eva's chest heaved, terror and desire entwined so tightly she could barely breathe. His wings tightened, dark and unyielding, and she realized escape was no longer an option, and perhaps, she didn't even want it. "Don't forget, dear," he murmured, lips grazing her ear, "I've bought you. You're mine now. And I don't like to share."
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SOCRATES REINCARNATED IN A MARTIAL ARTS WORLD

A man once called Socrates from Ancient Greece dies in Ancient Greece and awakens as a child in another, a harsh cultivation land where sects rule, beasts devour the weak, and power is treated as the only truth. Born in a small mountain village at the edge of danger, he grows up surrounded by hunters, clan pressure, and the constant shadow of death. While others accept strength as law, he cannot stop asking the questions no one else dares to ask: What is power? Why do men obey it? If a path is built on borrowed pills, bloodlines, and blind faith, can it truly be called one’s own? What begins as the strange curiosity of a quiet village boy slowly becomes something far more dangerous. As Socrates steps beyond his home and into the vast cultivation world, he encounters spirit beasts, ruthless disciples, ancient ruins, hidden inheritances, and a hierarchy stretching from mortal valleys to realms beyond heaven. Unlike other cultivators, he does not conquer through force alone. He observes, doubts, dissects, and exposes the contradictions in techniques, doctrines, and even the laws of the world itself. Some enemies crumble beneath his words. Others hunt him across mountains and secret realms. And some—ancient beasts, unshakable believers, and peerless geniuses—cannot be broken by reason at all. Driven by the search for ultimate power, yet unwilling to surrender his mind to the world’s brutal logic, Socrates walks a path of inquiry through blood, wonder, and endless pursuit. His journey carries him from village trails and beast-haunted forests to sect wars, forbidden zones, and higher realms where truth itself begins to fracture. Along the way, he is forced to confront a terrifying possibility: that questioning the world may not be enough to understand it. In a story of adventure, survival, philosophy, and cultivation, Socrates must rise from hunted child to world-shaking existence—only to discover that at the peak of all paths, the final answer may lie beyond words.
poormonarch · 18.5k Views