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Defy The Alpha(s)

Two centuries after the Great War, peace between humans and werewolves was finally achieved, or so everyone believes. Werewolves reign like gods, and humans remain blissfully unaware of their true place in the new world order. To maintain this fragile balance, each year, a handful of "lucky" humans are selected from various districts to attend Lunaris Academy, a prestigious institution that promises glory, status, and a chance to mingle with the elite. Those chosen are hailed as the lucky few, destined to marry powerful alphas and rise as luna. This year, Violet Purple is among the chosen, much to everyone's surprise. For an orphaned girl adopted by a disgraced prostitute, this is a golden ticket to a better life or so she's told. But Lunaris Academy isn’t the paradise it’s painted to be. Everything Violet and her fellow humans have been taught is a lie. Humans are far from equal; they're pawns in a much larger game. The academy is nothing but a gilded cage, and the students are lambs led to slaughter, playthings for the alphas to toy with in their ruthless games. To make matters worse, Violet catches the attention of the most dangerous players in this game, the Terror Four: the Alpha of the North, Alpha of the South, Alpha of the East, and Alpha of the West. Each one is more dangerous, more twisted, and more powerful than the last. But even among themselves, the alphas are divided, each with their own deadly ambitions. Yet, they all have their eyes on her. They expect Violet to play along, to fall in line like the others who worship at their feet, to break under their games. But Violet isn’t like the others. She refuses to bow. She’ll defy them all.
Glimmy · 4.8m Views

Bloodbound: The Sword That Drinks My Life

He died saving a stranger. He woke up as a dead man's son. Aerin's last memory of Earth was pushing a little girl out of a truck's path. His first memory in this new world was waking up in a freezing cell, starving in a body that wasn't his own. The original Aerin Arclight died three months ago—the sole survivor of a massacre that killed his entire noble family. Now, with a stranger's soul in his corpse and a mysterious grimoire that refuses to open, the new Aerin has one chance to survive: pass the entrance exam to Arcanis Sanctum, the world's most prestigious magic academy. But when blood touches his blank grimoire, something awakens. Sangreal. The Bloodbound Sovereign Sword. A legendary weapon with a heartbeat. A blade that feeds on its wielder's blood in exchange for devastating power. The same cursed sword that the Crimson Emperor used seventy years ago to nearly destroy the world. And everyone at the academy recognizes it. Suddenly, the beggar boy in rags becomes the most feared student in the academy. Nobles whisper his family name with dread. Assassins hunt him in the shadows. And at the center of it all stands Seren Moonveil—the silver-haired prodigy whose family once stopped the Crimson Emperor. She's beautiful. She's deadly. And she's been sent to the academy with one mission: find the wielder of Sangreal and kill him before history repeats itself. The problem? Neither of them expected to fall for each other. As Aerin struggles to control a sword that grows stronger with every drop of blood he feeds it, he discovers a terrible truth: his ancestor didn't go mad. The Crimson Emperor saw something the world refused to believe—something that's still feeding on humanity through magic itself. Every spell cast. Every grimoire opened. Every mage in the world is unknowingly feeding a cosmic horror that's been devouring souls for centuries. Now Aerin must make an impossible choice: Become the monster everyone fears and finish what his ancestor started—destroying all magic to save humanity. Or find another way before the sword, the girl hunting him, or the thing hiding behind magic kills him first.
Ronald_Duckk · 1k Views

Illusive Eden - He Pretends He's the Hero

Neva and Rhett—two young souls—find their heartstrings woven in love. But just as passion and peace begin to bloom, fate intervenes. Bleak, haunting circumstances scatter blades across their romance, threatening to tear them apart. Ishmael—a man with a heart of thorns—yearns to mend the wound of losing Neva. And in the end, rays of love and joy filter through the clouds of horror that darken his world—as Neva appears before him once more. Twisted fate entangles them all, revealing the Game of Sphere, as misery scorches their souls. A concealed life beyond turns its pages—one after another—gathering sin and virtue, tragedy and fortune, strength and frailty, creation, love... and hate. Illusion is where we live—in the garden of Eden before the fall of man. Illusion is serenity—an evermore sanguine of love. The vision of paradise in the New Earth sows hope deep in the soul. The delusory pleasures of this world ignite the flames that burn in oceans of fire. Illusive Eden is rapture. Illusive Eden is tragedy. The fall of man—even now bleeds red. The whisper whirls the dawn of a man—he who pretends to be the hero. --- The girl who once vowed to be his forever Now forbids him to ever appear. She refuses to recognize him, Disregarding all he ever was. He vows to protect her. Yet he is the terrifying truth she prays is a lie. He trips her, rips her apart— He's the living tragedy looming over her life. He once was her Elayne, now her hiraeth. He is the villain—pretending to be the hero. --- The Lord is the way— Steady through the wilderness. The King is the truth— Burning through the lies. The Father is the life— Breathing spirit into dust. She kneels before the Ruler, The God who shaped galaxies— He has called her a poet. Her tongue shall be anointed. Her poetry shall be the rivers of His word. She will scatter seeds in broken fields, And He will send the sun. He will send the rain. He will draw the roots down deep. He yields to the Ruler, The God of blazing holiness— He has called him a soldier. His fists shall be unclenched. The sword of the Spirit rests in his grip. He will shield the sower of the seeds, As storms rise against the harvest. His strength will be not his own, But drawn from the marrow of grace. This faith shall shake the mountains, For He has conquered the filth of the flesh. This flame will cleanse the shadows. For He has defeated the darkness. This love shall live on for eternity, For He has overcome the mortal world.
NehaPriaa · 266.1k Views