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Dracule Marya Zaleska: Oni Phantom - Devil Fruit Origins

This story begins during the canon timeline, bridges world-breaking events, and continues past the series finale. Dracule Marya Zaleska has always lived in the shadow of her father, Dracule Mihawk, the world’s greatest swordsman. But Marya is no ordinary heir to a legendary name. Gifted with the enigmatic Oni-Oni no Mi (Mist-Mist Fruit), she wields the power to summon spectral apparitions and manipulate the veil between the living and the dead. Yet, this power is both a blessing and a curse, as it binds her to a destiny she does not yet understand. Determined to escape her father’s towering legacy, Marya sets out on a journey to uncover the truth about her mother, a woman shrouded in mystery who sacrificed herself to protect a secret so profound it could shake the foundations of the world. Along the way, Marya discovers fragments of her mother’s past—clues that lead her to ancient ruins, forgotten battles, and a conspiracy that ties her family to the origins of the Devil Fruits themselves. As Marya delves deeper into the mysteries of her lineage, she navigates treacherous seas, faces off against ruthless enemies, and uncovers the truth about the Mist-Mist Fruit’s dark origins. But the closer Marya gets to the truth, the more she realizes that her parents’ sacrifices were not just for her sake—they were to protect the world from a looming catastrophe. As the line between ally and enemy blurs, Marya must confront the darkness within herself and decide whether to embrace her Mist-Mist powers or reject them to forge her own path. "Dracule Marya Zaleska: Oni Phantom - Devil Fruit Origins" is a tale of legacy, sacrifice, and self-discovery. In a world where the past and present collide, Marya’s journey will reveal the secrets her parents died to protect and challenge her to rise above the shadows of her name to become a legend in her own right. Will she uncover the truth in time to save the world, or will the weight of her legacy consume her? #FinalSaga #PostCanon #BridgeLore #PostTimeskip #CanonExpansion #WorldBuilding #HighWordCount #DailyUpdate
lacook33 · 930.3k Views

His Secret Slave to Scandalous Queen

Excerpt... Henry’s hand shot out, closing around her arm, firmly enough that her breath caught. “Stay…” He stood beside her, close enough that she could feel him without touching him. “I…” Livia’s voice broke before it found strength. “I didn’t flee.” She still would not fully look at him. Her eyes remained on Bella. “This is not my fault,” she whispered. “No,” Henry said at once. “It isn’t.” He looked away, then back at her. “Do you love him, Livia?” “Please,” she cried. “Stop calling me that.” “Do you love him?” he asked. “Yes,” she said. “So soon after me?” he asked. “I thought we…” He stopped. “I assumed you…” “That I what?” Livia asked, her voice trembling. “That I loved you? Henry…” she began then she caught herself. “Your Highness. I did seek solace in your arms... Yes. I will not lie about that. I wanted you. I trusted you. In a sea of sharks and wolves, you were the safest thing I could find.” Her eyes filled again. “You made me feel as though I could breathe. Turns out, you are no better.” “Why?” Henry asked quietly. “Because I am the king?” “Because you lied to me. You let me trust a man who did not exist.” “I existed.” “Henry the merchant existed because you created him.” “For good reasons, I had to keep my identity hidden,” Henry said. “The king moving around London without security,” he continued, “what do you think would happen?” “You speak as though I was asking you to announce yourself in the middle of Cheapside with trumpets and a crown. It doesn’t matter anymore,” Livia said, looking away from him. “I am getting married.” “Yes,” Henry said, the word leaving him like a blade drawn from flesh. “To my best friend. Did you tell him?” Henry asked. Livia’s brows drew together. “Tell him what?” “That I fucked you. Did you tell him I was your first? Did you tell him you once trusted me? That you once promised yourself to me because you thought I was the safest thing in your miserable world?” “That is not fair.” “Then tell me is it fair that Richard gets to call you his intended while I stand here pretending I do not know the sound of your moan? Is it fair that he holds your hand while I cannot even say your name without ruining you?” “Please stop.” “Did you tell him,” Henry pressed, unable to stop himself now, “that you were mine before you were ever his?” “How could I?” she asked, the words breaking. “I did not even know who you were.” “Then let me ask you this,” he said, leaning down just a little, his lips a hair’s breath from hers. “Has he fucked you? Has he touched what is mine?” ..... Sold into slavery and trapped in the brutal underworld of London, Livia Valenti is placed on the auction block. She makes a desperate choice and places her fate in the hands of the mysterious man who once caught her stealing. She does not know he is the King of England. Then comes Richard, Duke of Kingsmere willing to offer Livia the one thing Henry cannot easily give her— a future outside the shadows. Caught between the king who awakened her heart and the duke who may be her safest escape, Livia is pulled into a dangerous court. Livia becomes Diana Bellamy, the woman another man intends to wed, King Henry must decide how far a king can go before love becomes scandal, obsession, and war. From the author who brought you: 1. Undressed by the mafia God 2. Undressed by his arrogance 3. The Vampire's Luna
JoyceOrtsen · 619.2k Views

Alpha Damon's Substitute Luna

When he failed to find his fated human mate after seven years of searching, alpha Damon decides to abduct seventy-five young women from all over the city who fit within his Luna’s age range and description, to have them trained for his selection. What starts off as a competition for the alpha’s heart quickly turns to a bloody game of survival. *** “What’s your name?” Damon asked, his voice clipped and cold. Though his eyes were narrowed, they were a bit mad around the edges. The blonde woman in front of him traced a red coated fingertip over his tattooed chest, all the way to his slightly exposed pelvis. She smacked her lips at the obvious bulge in his tight pants. “If you wanted a good time, why didn’t you just say so?” She threw a side long glance at the rest of the women cooped up in the cells, their fingers desperately grabbing the bars and yelling obscenities at the man who thought it was a good idea to abduct them for his personal reasons. “Why don’t we go somewhere private?” She added with a seductive wink. The alpha’s patience wore thin but he remained calm. “What.is.your.name?” He repeated with the slightest hint of annoyance. His eyes dipped to the card in her hand and she followed suit, smiling at the words on them; Luna 37. She rolled her eyes and tossed the paper aside. Did he seriously expect them to believe he was some alpha werewolf? Was that his play for getting laid? She scoffed at his silly roleplay antics. Werewolves were fictional but if that was what got him in the mood, she didn't mind playing along. He was definitely her type. “The name is Tyla Woodley…” He moved like a blur, snapping her neck like a twig. The other prisoners screamed at the top of their lungs as Tyla’s body thudded to the floor in a crumpled heap. Damon flexed his neck and arms before starting towards the cells. When he approached, all the women retreated, crying and screaming. He unlocked a cell and raked the women with his eyes. Shuffling forward, he yanked one out by the scruff of her neck. “NO! Cleo! Let her go!” A wide-eyed woman screamed from another cell, banging the bars violently. “Let her go, you monstrous cunt! Fuck you! You hear me? FUCK YOU, DAMON WAYNE!” He froze at the mention of his full name, and let go of the whimpering prisoner who crawled back into the open cell on all fours. Slowly, Damon advanced towards the rude woman’s cell but she didn’t back away like the others. She gripped the bars and spat in his face when he was standing in front of her. “Couldn’t find yourself a Luna, tough guy? No surprise there. The moon goddess must not have been able to bring herself to torture an innocent woman with the tragic fate of being your Luna.” Damon reined in the rage bubbling within him by gritting his teeth. This one wasn't as clueless as the dead one. “What is your name?” She knew he wanted her to mention the name on her card; Luna 91. He had just killed a prisoner who gave her actual name. However, he didn't hint at her card by looking at it. His eyes never left hers. She inhaled sharply. To hell with him. As long as her sister, Cleopatra, could remain safe long enough for them to figure out a way to escape from here, she didn't mind distracting the monster as long as she could. “Luna 91, Asshole!” He shot her a roguish grin. "Welcome to hell, Luna 91." He said before reaching beyond the bars and grabbing her neck amidst deafening screams.
Pennedby_Precious · 12k Views

BROKEN CIRCUIT

Vael Dusk arrived in Kuala Lumpur with forty-three dollars, a duffel bag, and two years worth of running behind him. He wasn't looking for a fight. He was looking for enough money to disappear — somewhere cold, somewhere quiet, somewhere the dead couldn't find him. He'd left the Army with a discharge paper that said *cleared* and a head that said otherwise. Four men were buried because of a call he made. He'd been paying for it ever since in the only currency he had left — movement. Never stop. Never sit still. Never let the quiet catch up. The quiet caught up anyway. It always does. One night in The Pit — Kuala Lumpur's most brutal underground fight ring — changed everything. Vael won. Not cleanly. Not carefully. He won the way a man wins when he has nothing left to protect, which is the most dangerous way there is. Victor Shen was watching from the shadows. Victor Shen is always watching. What follows is a descent. Through the underground circuit of Southeast Asia — Bangkok, Jakarta, Manila, back to KL — where fighters are assets, loyalty is a leash, and the only way out is through. Vael will rise through ranks built on blood and debt and silence. He will find Raza, who sees what he is and trains him anyway. He will find Danny, who looks up to him with the specific trust of someone too young to know better. He will find Mei Lin — Victor's own niece, dismantling the empire from inside it, the one person in this world who looks at Vael and sees past the veil to whatever lives underneath. He will lose them. Not all of them. But enough. Enough to break something in him that was already cracked. Enough to turn the hidden thing loose. This is not a story about a fighter who becomes a champion. It's a story about a man who carries a demon he can barely control, in a world that will do everything it can to make him stop trying. *Some men enter the circuit looking for money.* *Some enter looking for glory.* *Vael Dusk entered looking for nothing.* *That made him the most dangerous man in the room.*
Son_Goku_4885 · 47.4k Views

MY RUIN: In Love With My Step-Uncle

[CONTENT WARNING: This story contains explicit sexual content, graphic violence, strong language, and themes of trauma. It is intended for mature audiences (18+) only. Reader discretion is strongly advised.] ------------ “Talk dirty to me,” I whispered. He growled low in his throat. “You want filthy, little bird?” “Yes.” He thrust deeper, harder, and leaned close, his lips brushing my ear. “I am going to fill your fucking cunt with so much cum that you will still be dripping until tomorrow. You will sit at breakfast with my seed soaking through your drawers and smile at Aunt Cornelia like the proper little slut you are.” I moaned. “That is disgusting.” “You asked for it.” “Again.” ------------ Clara Vance had it all. Millions of followers, a beauty empire built on glamour, and a life curated for the camera. But a lost bet with her mother sends her away from a marvelous weekend trip to Mykonos and into the dusty attic of her family’s decaying ancestral manor. The catch was her inheritance. Her task? A dreary clear-out. Her discovery? A centuries-old diary belonging to her great-grandmother, Eleanor Thorne. The ink tells a story of a forgotten history. Eleanor’s forbidden obsession with her guardian and step-uncle, Casimir Guggenheim, a ruthless railroad tycoon with a heart of stone. But when Clara touches the tear-stained pages, the scent of crushed gardenias doesn’t just fill the room, it drags her back to 1879. Trapped in Eleanor’s corseted body, Clara finds herself under the roof of the very man who haunted the diary. To the world, Casimir is a cold, untouchable magnate. To Clara, he’s a puzzle she’s determined to break. The problem? Clara isn’t the timid, fragile girl Casimir remembers. She’s a 21st-century It Girl with no filter, a strategic mind for business, a total lack of respect for Gilded Age propriety and a defiance waiting for trouble to happen. While the original Eleanor was a victim of her station, Clara is ready to burn the cage down. As Clara navigates a world where a single misstep means ruin, scheming relatives see her as a pawn, and a powerful suitor sees her as nothing but a business merger. She realizes the history books were wrong. Rewriting Eleanor’s tragic end is dangerous, especially when she starts falling for the man she was never supposed to have. History says they’re a tragedy. Clara says history is about to get a makeover.
Luna_Primrose · 173.2k Views