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The Assassin's Dream: Bound to the Warlord

Sera, an assassin known as the Angel of Death, was on her way to live a normal life—a life without killing. But suddenly, she is magically transported to a strange land ruled by Azron Mort, a ruthless lord and warrior who has claimed thousands of lives. To survive in this unfamiliar place, Sera pretends to be mute, hides her assassin skills, and does everything she can to avoid angering Azron Mort. But how can she stay out of his way when she is living under his roof with no chance to escape? And worst of all… she has caught the warlord’s attention. Chaos seems to follow her everywhere, leaving her no choice but to unleash her hidden skills to protect the people who have become important to her. A story of two people from different worlds, each forced to kill in order to survive, whose lives become intertwined in ways neither expected. Excerpt: Sera looked at Azron, noticing immediately that his face held no satisfaction from the fight. If anything, it unsettled her. There was a lingering sharpness in his gaze—curiosity, deep and probing. He wasn't done. Not even close. He wanted to see more… to see her true capacity. Across the arena, General Jidu moved to join the other generals, but Sera barely spared it a glance. The atmosphere had shifted—tight, heavy, almost suffocating. Sera started to climb down the arena. One step. Then— Azron suddenly grabbed a bow and arrow. The movement was swift. Precise. He pointed it at Sera. She immediately stopped midway. Silence struck the arena. The four generals were visibly shocked, their bodies tensing as if they had all felt the same invisible blade press against their throats. Without warning—Azron released two arrows shot toward Sera. Fast and unforgiving. Sera reacted instantly, her sword slicing through the air—clang, clang—striking both arrows cleanly. They dropped to the ground at her feet. She didn't even have time to settle. Azron had already taken another set. Three arrows drawn and released. Azron was a sharp shooter. His arrows always hit their mark—always—no matter how many he fired at once. He's really testing me. Sera stepped back, her breathing controlled, her eyes locked onto him. She moved with precision—intercepting, deflecting, cutting through the incoming arrows with her sword. Each impact sent vibrations up her arms, but she didn't falter. He didn't stop.He kept shooting again and again. Until— Twenty arrows lay scattered on the ground. All around her. A silent ring of intent. Sera stood in the center of the arena, unmoving. Her sword pointed toward the ground. But her gaze— It lifted to Azron. Steady and burning. She knew that he wasn't done testing her. Her glare sharpened—no longer guarded, no longer cautious. It was a challenge now. Raw. Undeniable.
Azamiah · 26.7k Views

Betrothed to Another, Destined for Him… But She Refused

I stood in the quiet of the drawing room, fists clenched. “Adrian… you have no idea what you’ve done. You walk back into my life after all these years, and everything I planned—my independence, my future—it’s on the line because of you.” He took a slow step toward me, his expression unreadable. “Evelyn… I didn’t come back to disrupt your life. I came back because I couldn’t stay away. Because I couldn’t stop thinking about you.” I let out a bitter laugh, shaking my head. “You couldn’t stay away? You were promised to her—Miranda. To my sister. And yet here you are, acting like the world revolves around your feelings, ignoring mine.” “I never ignored you,” he said quietly, his eyes searching mine. “I just… I couldn’t control it. Even then, even as a boy, I wanted to protect you. And I still do.” “Protect me?” I echoed, my voice rising. “Do you know what protection cost me? Years of being overlooked, underestimated, treated like I didn’t exist? I worked my whole life to plan my escape, to make something of myself on my own terms—and now you’re here, threatening it all.” He hesitated, then stepped closer, his voice low but earnest. “I don’t care about promises, Evelyn. I’ve always cared about you. And I’ll do whatever it takes… even if it means standing against my own family.” I shook my head, forcing back the anger and the heat that flared within me. “I don’t need your promises, Adrian. I don’t need your protection. I need my life. I need my freedom. And I refuse to let anyone, not even you, dictate it for me.” His jaw tightened, and for the first time, I saw uncertainty flicker in his eyes. “Evelyn…” “This isn’t about what you want,” I said firmly, stepping back and holding his gaze. “This is about me. About my future. And I’ve made my choice. You will have to respect it—or step aside.” A tense silence fell between us, heavy with unspoken words. And for the first time, Adrian Cross realized that I was no longer a girl to be protected. I was a woman who would fight for herself—at any cost. Evelyn Hart had spent her entire life overlooked, living in the shadow of her brilliant sister and a family that never truly believed in her. At eighteen, she planned to leave it all behind and chase her dream of becoming a model — independent, unrestrained, and in control of her own future. But fate had other plans. Adrian Cross returned — the man once promised to her sister, the boy who had silently protected her all those years, and the man she could never afford to rely on. His presence threatened everything she had carefully built, stirring emotions she had long worked to suppress. Caught between family expectations, past promises, and a dangerous attraction, Evelyn must make the ultimate choice: surrender to the life everyone expects of her… or claim her independence, no matter the cost. In a world where endurance meets courage, she will discover that true power lies not in being loved, but in standing alone.
EmmanuelFeranz · 45.1k Views

AGNEER : Lovers Against Divine Fate

“Two princes. One curse. A love that once destroyed them can it save them now? In an ancient world where gods whisper through fire and water, two royal heirs are reborn into a destiny they cannot escape. Agnivrat, prince of the Fire Clan disciplined, fierce, forged in flame. Neervrah, prince of the Water Clan calm, intuitive, haunted by dreams of a love he cannot name. Blessed by Agni Dev (God of fire)and Jal Dev (God of water) their clans were once divine rivals. Fate reunites them at the sacred Gurukul of Acharya Vishrayan, where they must train side by side. But as forgotten memories resurface of love, betrayal, death, and a forbidden bond their connection becomes dangerous. Fire and Water were never meant to unite. Yet their souls keep finding each other… across lifetimes. As darkness rises—ancient demons, cursed spirits, and the weight of past sins Agni and Neer must choose: Dharma or desire. Duty or destiny. Kill each other… or save each other. "A story focused on deep emotional bonds, loyalty, and sacrifice." __________ ____________ _________ 100K+ words already written, Vol 3 starting soon!" ___________ _____________ ________ Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. All names, characters, deities, places, and incidents are products of the author's imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual mythology, religious texts, or persons (living or dead) is entirely coincidental. Indian Mythological Fantasy Boys’ Love (BL) Rebirth Soulmates Ancient India Elemental Powers Slow Burn Cursed Lovers Karma & Dharma Found Family / Emotional Bonds Mythological Fantasy • BL / Bromance Destiny • Ancient India • Rebirth • Elemental Powers • Emotional Bonds • Cursed Lovers • Gurukul Setting • Karma & Dharma •Indian Mythology • BL • Soulmates • Fantasy • Slow Burn
Aaryaveda · 144.5k Views

Take Me Away, Dark Lord!

#VillainDad #CuteProtagonist #Ghosts #Misunderstanding #Transmigration #SmartMC Mira realized two things the moment she woke up in the body of a nameless orphan in a fantasy novel: 1. She is a disposable "shrimp" destined to die in the crossfire of the main characters. 2. She is the only person in this world who can see the screaming, terrifying ghosts that haunt every corner of the empire. Tortured by the wails of the dead, Mira finds only one source of silence: Duke Kaelus von Nacht. Known as the "Dark Lord" and the "Emperor's Sword," Kaelus is a man so ruthless and soaked in bloodlust that even the ghosts are terrified to go near him. To the world, he is a monster. But to Mira, he is a walking, talking pair of noise-canceling headphones. Desperate for a good night's sleep, Mira clings to him, acting like a naive, affectionate child to secure her place by his side. She succeeds, but she miscalculated. Kaelus didn't adopt her out of kindness. He needed a disposable child to act as 'live bait' for the assassins targeting him. Now named Seraphina, she must navigate a deadly game of survival. She thinks she is using him as a ghost shield. He thinks she is a fearless prodigy who loves him. As Seraphina munches on poison berries and naps through ambushes to avoid seeing spirits, the cold-blooded Duke starts to ask the wrong questions. "Why does she only sleep when I am holding her?" "Why does she stare into space with such disdain?" "Is it possible... that I am a good father?" Spoiler: He is not. But he’s about to destroy an entire kingdom because someone woke her up. --- ### Excerpt "Your Highness, the Archduke," the aide whispered, trembling hard to cover his laughter from bursting out. "The child... she is clinging to your leg again." Kaelus looked down. The tiny creature known as Seraphina was attached to his calf like a barnacle, drooling on his pristine military trousers. "She is fearless," Kaelus murmured, misinterpreting her desperate need for his ghost-repelling aura as familial affection. "The assassins are approaching, yet she seeks comfort only in the eye of the storm. She is the perfect bait." Seraphina, currently trying to avoid eye contact with a headless ghost hovering three feet away, squeezed her eyes shut. 'Just don't move. If I let go, the headless guy will ask me where his nose is again.' "Sir," the aide hesitated. "She's... eating your cloak." "Let her eat," Kaelus commanded, drawing his sword. "Whatever she wants, she gets. Except for freedom."
CoffeePrincess · 42.2k Views