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OMEGA'S WOVEN SCARS

His neck burns. The spot where his mating mark should be burns the closer Travis got. He is shaking, aching all over, and he knows Travis’ touch would soothe him. But he is hurt and bleeding. He doesn’t want to repeat his life all over again with the alpha. Not when it led him to lose everything. And everything was him, Travis. Someone who once awakened him has done it again. His fated mate. Things have changed. He is a different person now. But his stupid omega is making a fool out of him by reacting in all the worst ways. “Don’t,” Day holds his hand out, heart racing. He doesn’t know why this was happening. His body and mind are clashing again, like they always do whenever they do this. “I am not some weak omega who is going to present to you simply because you were once mated to me. I am not going to submit to you. You are not my alpha.” Gods, how he wishes he could give in just this once. He can already feel the slick trickling down his thighs. Soiling his jeans. And going by the way Travis’ pheromones flare, nose twitching, he knows the alpha can smell he is losing the battle. … Day can find nothing wrong with his life. He is now enrolled in university, a whole new life away from his cage, finally growing up and discovering who he is. Then crosses paths with Travis. The alpha who makes him feel like he is being born and dying all at the same time. A thread is pulled every time he locks eyes with him, talks with him ... feels him near him. Every time his scent wraps his body like the softest cloud. With each tug, the life that has been carefully woven and fed to him starts to fall apart. Day realizes he isn’t who he has been told he is, and he was someone different once. Something else, but it was all taken away. Travis was taken away, too. All the scars unravel themselves on his bones, and he is once again breaking apart.
KairalKateri · 29.5k Views

A Feast of Hands

…Fuck my life. The thought was the first thing to stroke into Ryckel's mind. He woke with a scream that died in his throat. Frantically breathing in and out, only to feel the warmth and dampness at him. Like he was breathing onto something too close. Not open air. Something was wrong. He knew this familiar feeling. He was wearing a gas mask. He coughed until every fiber in his body begged him to stop. He wasn't on a bed or anywhere close to the ground. Instead, he was dangling over an abyss by the edge of a cliff, wrapped in thick, black coils that dug right into his chest and thighs holding him like a macabre display. While all around him, there was nothing but a suffocating mist of red. "Of course it just has to be me." ------ Shout out to @scholarofyore0 for helping me out with the power system, really appreciate it. Also my release schedule is 2 chapters every weekday and just 1 chapter every weekend Do note, the prose style in my work reflect the POV of the chapter and yes, there would be POVs apart from Ryckel's. The prose style(s) would still be easy to read and understand. Like Ryckel's POV is more art based because he's actually an artist. The auxiliary chapter isn't also compulsory. If you like an aux chap that details the world and everything then it's for you. But if you don't, then you can just read the story itself. Info and all that would still be revealed naturally. Do be warned though, the aux chap is written and structured in a way that many writers on here don't normally do...
KeihatsuZero · 19.9k Views

One Piece: Trust Me Marines, I’m Nothing But Loyal!

First year in the Marines “Loyalty, Justice, Courage!” Fifth year in the Marines “If you don’t take it, and I don’t take it, then how could Admiral Sengoku ever take it? And if Admiral Sengoku doesn’t, how are we supposed to move forward?” Tenth year in the Marines “Fleet Admiral Sengoku, why won’t you stand up and clash head-on with the Five Elders in Mary Geoise?” That year, Ortoren enlisted as a fresh recruit, his head full of ambition—dreaming of rising through the ranks and seeing the world for himself. Years later, Ortoren became commander of G-5, leading nearly eighty thousand elite frontline Marines. By then, loyalty was all he had left to cling to. Later still, he rose to Admiral of Marine Headquarters, entrusted with overseeing the New World. With hundreds of thousands under his command, his power rested on one simple truth: “The Five Elders praise my loyalty and courage, and Fleet Admiral Sengoku treats me as if I were his own son.” In time, Ortoren commanded armies numbering in the millions. At his word, the seas themselves seemed to tremble. One day, as he walked through Marine Headquarters, a group of officers suddenly surrounded him. They overpowered him—the strongest man on the seas—and draped a yellow robe across his shoulders. “It’s cold, Admiral,” they said. “You should wear something warmer.” Looking into the earnest eyes of those officers, Ortoren let out a long, weary sigh. “After all these years of loyalty, my name is ruined in an instant. You’ve truly done me in.”
PinkSnake · 1.3m Views