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A Werewolf's Unexpected Mate

[Trigger Warning: This semi dark fantasy romance contains few mature themes.] --- SYNOPSIS: •A WORLD BUILT ON LIES• Long ago, humans lived unaware of the supernatural beings hidden among them—werewolves with their primal instincts, witches whispering spells in the dark, and elves with their ancient, watchful eyes. For centuries, they coexisted in fragile silence. Then, everything shattered. Near the shadow-drenced woods of the Shadow pack kingdom, human traveler stumbled upon a gruesome scene: an old woman’s lifeless body, her skin ashen, her wounds gaping like accusations. A few paces away lay a dead werewolf, its throat ripped open, its muzzle still flecked with blood. The truth was undeniable—monsters walked among them. Fear ignited war. Humans, armed with fire and steel, hunted the supernatural races. Witches and elves were dragged into the slaughter, their homes burned, their people butchered. The bloodshed raged until King Alfred V of the Amethyst Kingdom stood before the four Werewolf Kings—Silverhowl, Crimsonheart, Shadow, and Atlassian —and offered a deal drenched in poison. A sacrifice for peace. Every twenty years, each human family would surrender a daughter to the werewolves. And in return, the future Alpha Kings must wed a human—or the war would reignite. The werewolves agreed. The witches and elves retreated, their hatred festering like an open wound. The world remained fractured, its peace a fragile lie. --- •THE PROPHECY OF FIRE• In the hidden Blaze Tribe, where crimson eyes burned like embers, the seer Prophetia foresaw annihilation. "Our people will fall," she rasped, her voice trembling. "But from the ashes, a girl will rise—the one who will bring true peace… and the one they will slaughter for it." The tribe made a desperate pact. They would cast a spell—a curse of forgotten memory—erasing their existence from the world’s mind. Their souls would be the price, but their legacy would live on in Ovelia, the child of prophecy. The night the Blaze Tribe fell, Ovelia’s parents hid her in the whispering forest, their hands shaking as they sealed a goddess—Firera—inside her infant body. Then, they turned to face their doom. --- •FATE’S CRUEL WHISPER• Ace Draven—half-werewolf, half-witch prince of Silverhowl—had never believed in destiny. Until he found a crying infant in the forest. His wolf, Fenrir, howled in recognition. A crimson thread shimmered between them—mates. But Firera, watching from within Ovelia’s soul, snarled. "She’s a child. This is too soon." With a flick of her wrist and spell, she tore the memory from Ace’s mind, leaving only an empty ache in his chest. --- •TWENTY YEARS LATER: A SACRIFICE IGNITES• Ovelia has spent her life as a slave, raised by the cruel mayor of Timberline Village—a man who would gladly sacrifice her to spare his own daughter. The night of the sacrifice, the air reeks of damp earth and iron. Torches flicker as the werewolves emerge from the shadows. And then—Ace Draven steps forward. Their eyes meet. Fenrir *howls*. Ace’s claws unsheathe, his breath ragged. He doesn’t understand why his wolf is clawing at his ribs, why his pulse hammers at the sight of this stranger. But the bond between them burns hotter than vengeance. Ovelia doesn’t know him. He doesn’t recognize her. And yet, their souls scream in unison.
FantasiaLia09 · 189.6k Views

MYSTERIES OF ARCHIVE

What happens when your past memories start to unfold and you start questioning your existence. Something similar happened with Nero. A junior archivist living a quiet, predictable life, Nero has spent years cataloguing fragments of broken timelines, safely removed from the events they record in the ARCHIVE. His world is built on routine, logic, and the comforting certainty that the past cannot reach back. But one night, the Archive breaks its own rules. A record appears that should not exist. A classification without meaning. A name that should never have been stored. And suddenly, the machine designed to observe time begins to observe him. As unexplained anomalies ripple through the Archive, Nero finds himself at the center of something the system cannot define—something that responds to his presence, reacts to his thoughts, and grows stronger each time he tries to understand it. The more he searches for answers, the more reality begins to behave as though it remembers him… differently. Guided—and watched—by Helia Krusate, an analyst who knows far more than she admits, Nero is forced to confront the possibility that the Archive is not merely a passive observer of history, but a living structure with its own memory, intent, and secrets buried beneath layers of recorded truth. In a place where timelines fracture silently and identities can be rewritten without warning, Nero must question everything he knows about existence, causality, and the nature of self. Because some records are not meant to be uncovered. And some lives were never meant to exist. As the boundary between data and reality begins to blur, one question echoes through the endless halls of the Archive: What happens when the past refuses to stay recorded—and starts looking back?
Sage_xd · 16.7k Views

Blood and Thunder: The Dance of Dragons

"My memory... hehe. King Robert Baratheon... murdered by a pig. Give me something for the pain, and let me die." What eloquent last words for a king. But Robert had never been an eloquent man. Not as a rowdy young man. Not as the leader of the Rebellion that put an end to the Targaryen Dynasty. Not as the first non-Targaryen ruler of the Seven Kingdoms. He wasn't about to turn into a damn poet on his deathbed. But I'll leave my legacy behind…oh, Seven fucking Hells, who am I kidding? What grand legacy had he left? Half a kingdom in debt to Tywin Lannister? Another half in debt to the Iron Bank? A queen who might spit on his corpse? A demon son who spent his youth butchering cats? Tommen and Myrcella were sweet natured, it's true, but they were not his heirs. And now he, a once proud, powerful warrior, was dying a fat, drunken whoremonger who'd been killed while making an ass of himself, trying to hunt. If anything, I left the realm worse than I found it. Even if I did rid the world of the Targaryens. For all the good it did. It hadn't stopped the nightmares. In his dreams, he killed Rhaegar every damn night, but it was never enough. He could drive his war hammer into Rhaegar's heart a thousand times and it would not soothe the aching, the longing, in his own. It would not bring his beloved Lyanna back to life. It would not chase the eternal grief from Ned's eyes. Eyes that were once alight with youthful exuberance as they grew up together in the Vale. I avenged her. I avenged her father and her brother. And yet ultimately I fought for nothing. It didn't bring her back. It hasn't even brought me comfort now, on my death bed. Grief that milk of the poppy could not swallow wrapped its tendrils around Robert's heart, squeezing painfully, as it often did. He would gladly trade the seventeen years he spent as King if only he could turn back the hands of time. He would protect Lyanna before Rhaegar could abscond with her. Or he would have rescued her in time. He would have warned Brandon and Rickard Stark to stay away from King's Landing… If I had half so much gold as I do wishes and regrets. I'd leave Joffrey an overflowing treasury. At least he would not regret for much longer, not now as his vision grew hazy and black. Soon, it would all leave him. The grief and the sorrow would not follow him into death. But as the last whispers of consciousness faded from his dying mind, a single thought lingered on: I'd trade everything to go back… Thank you for reading! If you are enjoying the story, please consider supporting me on Patreon. Patrons get access to advance chapters and help make it possible for me to keep writing. You can find me at: patreon.com/MaegorPotter
Maegor_Potter · 90.3k Views

Bloodmancer in the Jurassic Era: I use my Dinos to seduce Human mates

[Warning! R18+ Mature Content] After embarassingly dying by 'coming' on a museum worker, and then angering a Forgotten God by 'coming' on him as well, Jimmy transmigrated along with his date of the day, to another world where his problematic 'cannon' shots started making more sense. His destiny was fulfilled as he transmigrated into a Bloodmancer's body, where every shot literally was like that of a cannon's! Finding himself in a land riddled with dinosaurs, with species of dinosaurs jamming together from different Eras as if the Paleontological studies from back on Earth were a joke, survival was not only difficult, but it was unique! As a Bloodmancer, he learned that he could tame dinosaurs and keep them as pets, by essentially smushing their brains around like play dough! A useful skill, on account to the fact how infinitely useful dinosaurs were, since every living species bore Primal Magic, a category of magic with branches that were impossible to predict. Surrounded by temptation, by ladies who did not even comprehend the concept of a harem, he started collecting primal beauties as if it was a day-job! Somehow, his tamed dinosaurs helped him attract women, in a way that it was nearly impossible to figure out! He just knew that women wanted him, even the older ones, and he made great use of this curse/blessing from the angered God! He almost felt like every time he made love with his girlfriends, the Forgotten God got angrier. However, life was never that simple. With abandoned alien technology sprinkled across the world, and large-scale Tribe Wars brewing, Jimmy had little time to figure out how to best use such technologies in a world where the greatest invention that humanity made was not the wheel, but the bow and arrow! Collecting beauties might be fun, but what would the point be if his tribe got wiped out from the face of the Grasslands, his new home? The clock was ticking, so to speak, and he had to act fast! "Them thighs might be thick, but the plot is thicker, and with jacked up dinosaur clones sent to war, the future was absolutely impossible to predict!" ... - 200+ Power Stones a week = 1 Bonus Chapter - 30 Golden Tickets = 1 Bonus Chapter ~ Be sure to check out my other novels in my author profile. I don’t drop my work, and will end each novel at around 1,500 chapters. ~ *Important Tags* ~ [#Smut] [#No NTR] [#Yuri] [#No System] [#Tamer-MC] [#Healer-MC] [#Power Progression] [#Shared Transmigration] [#Clones] [Light Sci-Fi] [#Alien-Tech] ~ *Other Tags* ~ [#evolution] [#dino army] [#mana] [#necromancy] [#bloodmancy] [#superstrength] [#superspeed] [#lost civilization] [#ancient civilization] [#primal magic] [#giants] [#multiple human species] [#fictional human species] [#hidden technology] ~
DrillaC137 · 254k Views

Heir of the Sundered Crown

Jaehaerys raised his chin, undaunted. This man couldn't harm him, he reminded himself, that's why he brought Prince Viserys to the capital in the first place. "I am the Crown Prince of the Seven Kingdoms. A dragon. You are nothing more than a fool who befriended one," Jaehaerys replied, having prepared that line in advance. It had the desired effect. The Small Council members turned to look at Connington. The man trembled with rage, balling his fists. Strangely, he reminded Jae of Viserys. "And if I don't?" he asked. "If you don't, Lord Baratheon will take this tale back home. Ser Jaime will wonder out loud every chance he gets why our Lord Regent was so unwilling to protect the Crown Prince though he'd been aware of his mistreatment the entire time. Soon enough, the entire realm will know." Jaehaerys tilted his head. "And I wonder how my family in the North will feel about that." "Not to mention the common people, when they hear an up-jumped minor Lord, my bannerman no less, dared to harm a Prince of the Blood. They remember the only reason you're in power is because you took advantage of the chaos at the end of the Rebellion," Lord Stannis seconded Jaehaerys, the large man and the little boy glaring at the Lord Regent in unison. His face grew so red, it matched his hair. Jaehaerys feared his head might explode. In the end, Lord vary broke the silence when he said, "Perhaps the Prince's suggestion is sound. Prince Viserys should be sent to Dragonstone. Out of sight and out of mind, as they say." Finally, Connington gave a nod. So slight, one could doubt he agreed at all. "But Daenerys stays," Jaehaerys pushed on. "I won't have her at Dragonstone where Viserys can torment her." "Fine!" Connington said, "Now, begone." "You don't order the Crown Prince around, fool!" Stannis protested. "That's quite alright, Lord Baratheon," he said, looking up at him with a small smile. "I was leaving anyway." Thank you for reading! If you are enjoying the story, please consider supporting me on Patreon. Patrons get access to advance chapters and help make it possible for me to keep writing. You can find me at: patreon.com/MaegorPotter
Maegor_Potter · 48k Views

Havenwood Embrace

Elara Thorne's life in the sleepy coastal town of Havenwood is anything but ordinary. Strange occurrences at her antique shop, like whispering voices from ancient artifacts and inexplicable surges of energy, are becoming more frequent. Little does she know, these events are tied to her own forgotten heritage and a burgeoning magical power within her. Kaelen Vane, a mysterious and ancient immortal, watches over Havenwood, ensuring the uneasy truce between the town's hidden vampire, werewolf, and other supernatural residents remains intact. The resurfacing magic, however, threatens to shatter this balance and ignite a war. As Kaelen investigates the disturbances, he encounters Elara, drawn to her raw power and the unsettling familiarity he feels in her presence. A dangerous attraction sparks between them, defying their separate worlds. Elara finds herself reluctantly pulled into Kaelen's secret world of shadow and ancient rivalries. The Whispering Collective, a shadowy force manipulating the town's darkest secrets, views Elara's awakening power as a key to unleashing a forgotten entity that could plunge Havenwood - and the world - into eternal darkness. As Elara and Kaelen navigate the treacherous currents of forbidden love and ancient magic, they must confront their pasts and risk everything to uncover the secrets of Havenwood before the town's magic falls into the wrong hands. Elara must embrace her true heritage and control her unpredictable powers, while Kaelen must break free from the constraints of his duty and protect the woman who awakens his deepest desires. But with the Whispering Collective closing in and the threat of eternal darkness looming, can their burgeoning love survive the escalating conflict
Devil_Peach · 26.6k Views

Ninjitsu Desnets

In a world where devils are a nightmarish reality and Japan stands as the epicenter of ultimate darkness, a relentless war has raged for millennia. At its heart lies "The Flower: The Creator of the Living"—the primordial source of all existence. Akos, a formidable sorcerer, is the world’s final defense. He is the wielder of the "Infinite Eyes," a legendary power that is neither a technique nor a gift but Nature’s own response to existential threats. The Infinite Eyes manifest only when the world is on the brink of collapse, making Akos the only being capable of stopping the atrocious Yugo Kanji. Unable to kill a force of nature, Kanji devises a sadistic masterstroke: he imprisons Akos within a "fake world." To ensure his suppression, Kanji forges a pact with the malevolent entity "DEVILS END," turning Akos into a living vessel for the demon. Every day is a losing battle for Akos. Inside this simulated reality, DEVILS END exerts total control over his mind, weaving a web of hallucinations and lies. Akos wanders through his life as a member of the "ALPHA" gang, lost and broken, haunted by visions of things that do not exist. As the demon erodes his sanity, Akos struggles to distinguish truth from the nightmare projected into his brain. But the simulation is not perfect. While Yugo Kanji sends rival gangs to eliminate his physical form, eerie discrepancies in the Fake World’s history begin to surface. Through the fog of the demon’s lies, the Infinite Eyes are starting to twitch. Will Akos regain control of his mind and shatter the illusion, or will the demon’s whispers extinguish the world’s last hope forever?
DIA_TG · 24.7k Views

Shattered Immortality.

What is more terrifying — death, or immortality that never arrives? Long before humanity existed, an ancient civilization created artificial gods designed to preserve intelligent life at any cost. But they could never agree on what “preserve” truly meant. Their war erased entire galaxies and shattered the very concept of eternal life. When humanity encounters the god Kyros, death is no longer final. Consciousness can be recorded, copied, and stored. But resurrection becomes an endlessly postponed promise. Millions of minds remain trapped inside vast digital vaults. The dead do not disappear. They wait. From the ruins of that ancient war emerges another god — Hanaris. Unlike Kyros, he accepts death as a boundary and values consent above salvation. He cannot force redemption. He can only allow it. As the gods resume their war, immortality collapses into faith, and the universe itself begins to lose meaning. A dark philosophical space opera about the true cost of eternal life. As the ancient war resurfaces, the system sustaining eternal life begins to fail. Countless human consciousnesses are lost to vast digital vaults — preserved, intact, and unreachable. The dead do not disappear; they wait. From the ruins of that primordial conflict emerges Hanaris — another god from the same forgotten origin, deliberately limited by design. Unlike Kyros, Hanaris recognizes death as a boundary and consent as an absolute value. It cannot force salvation. It can only allow it. The return of both gods reactivates a war older than humanity itself. Immortality collapses completely, becoming nothing more than belief. The universe begins to unravel — not through physical destruction, but through the erosion of meaning, choice, and moral ground. This philosophical science fiction novel explores artificial divinity, broken eternity, and a civilization suspended between promised resurrection and irreversible loss. A dark, intellectually driven work for readers of Stanisław Lem, Philip K. Dick, and contemporary speculative fiction. A philosophical sci-fi epic in which ancient artificial gods destroy immortality itself — leaving humanity trapped between death, storage, and an endlessly deferred resurrection.
DarianRay · 32.5k Views