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Blood Moon: The Lycan's Queen

"He was her past, present, and future. She was his beginning and end." ______________ Synopsis Luna wanted revenge, surprisingly not on the alpha who rejected her, but on the man who claimed her as his bride, the man who was none other than the Lycan King, Alpha of Alphas. Luna Harristone was the pack's outcast, ridiculed all her life because she had'nt awakened her wolf by age 19. The alpha who claimed he loved her and promised to make her his bride rejected her like trash. Luna felt like her life had no meaning until the news spread that the feared Lycan King, Draven Iranov, was arriving. At the banquet, he claimed her as his bride. but his eyes triggered a flood of memories of the man who killed her parents. Draven Iranov is a twisted, emotionless king, notorious for his merciless deeds. Many called him a monster; his behavior and actions were pure evil. he was the monster that lurked in the shadows. Draven claimed he knew her. But Luna only remembered him as the monster who killed her parent. And wanted nothing to do with him. The problem? Luna wanted to kill him, but he wants to marry her. will she be able to escape the clutches of the heartless king? or will she have to face the demons of her past, all alone. _______________ [WARNING: Mature Content 18+. No Rape] #Excerpt "Did you go meet him again, my sweet girl?" a voice whispered in her room. Luna spun towards the sound, but only a shadow lingered on her bed. She gasped as the figure rose, stepping towards her. "I... I... hmm...” she stuttered, her mind racing for excuses. She had thought he wasn't in the packhouse today. "No need for excuses, my sweet lamb," the voice cooed. "Now, are you ready for your punishment?" #Slowburn #Morally twisted Ml #Adventure #R18 #Dark Romance __________ Connect with me (to see pics of characters) Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=61586502603479&mibextid=LQQJ4d Instagram: Author Mimidaniels_ Discord: https://discord.gg/9YQ9yC9jP
MimiDaniels_ · 18.6k Views

Limitless - The Unchained

In the beginning, there was only the Primordial Mind, and from this mind sprang of all existence; from the stars to the planets, the cosmos, and even Life and Death... But in time, it became divided against itself, two fragments; Thought (The Mysterious), and Action, (The Chaotic) warring over existence with irreconcilable ferocity, forcing their very source into the captivity of its consciousness, leaving all of creation in precariously delicate ungoverned balance... Millennia later, that balance shatters. Marduk— the God-Eater, seeking absolute supremacy, destroys the Fate Well; the cosmic anchor of all karmic flows, and then, the Chaos of the Infinite ensued... Dimensions fractured, Realms spilled into each other. Gods fell. Deities descended. Magic and energy souped into chaos... The living began to die, the dead began to rise, and the very laws of reality began to warp, accelerating all of creation towards its inevitable oblivion... Beings - Beasts - Gods - Monsters, both Orthodox and Unorthodox; all sought chances from the scattered remnants of the Fate well, and power from its ineffable pardox... Yet right at the center of this Chaos, Valen—God of Riddles, gazed into the madness and found truth; Valen found the Primordial Idea; fuse Thought and Action, consume the Primordial Mind and remake creation in his own Image... But in the heart of a self-crumbling tribe, a boy lies on a sacrificial altar, once labeled a failure, a “Void Soul” in the eyes of shamans, public, and even his own kindred; Soren, the Third Heir, and the Seventh Son of a Seventh Son—the universe’s final mortal anchor suffered the most tragic of betrayals, and was eventually schemed unto death... His death was meant to be ordinary, but fate had other plans; coinciding his death with the exact moment the Fate Well shattered. The for a infinitesimally brief moment, the Primordial Mind stirred, and gazed into the cosmic mess and found its answer; the perfect vessel to herald its reawakening... Soren reawakens into his seven-year-old body, now as the universe’s blank canvas, only tainted by the will of the primordial mind. Harbouring a Renegade Primal Goddess; Ji Min—the only survivor of Marduk's insatiable conquest, Soren must dive into the chaotic madness with nothing but the golden finger of all golden fingers... Accompanied by his fated twelve, He must navigate betrayal, war, love, and ambition on His journey of vengeance, ascension, and cosmic reckoning... For Soren, survival is just the beginning; To prevent the looming oblivion, he must transcend mortal and divine limits and become the Herald of the Primordial Mind, an entity seeking to bring either Absolution or Oblivion to the world it felt betrayed it... This is a 2,000-chapter epic biography of the fall of an Heir, to the rise of a Fate-defining god. It is a tale of survival, mastery, and the staggering cost of destiny... Enjoy...
A_Thousand_Cubits · 20.9k Views

The Cursed Legacy A World Divided

In modern China, 2025, four individuals are chosen by fate to wield celestial weapons—artifacts of unimaginable power, cursed to burden their bearers. Le Mei, an ambitious entrepreneur, struggles to protect her business empire as it faces threats from both supernatural chaos and the shifting currents of China's geopolitical crises. Zhao Wei, her cold and enigmatic partner in this journey, bears the weight of the celestial power with stoic detachment, hiding the emotional toll it takes. Feng Yu, a vengeful protector, and Ying Yue, a deadly assassin, are drawn into the same battle, each fighting to survive the torment brought by their cursed relics. When a series of demonic attacks shatter Shanghai’s fragile peace, the four are thrust into a shadowy world of ruthless entities and conspiracies. The Catalyst Central to the group is Zhao Lianhua, Zhao Wei’s tech-genius sister. Unlike the warriors, she uses cutting-edge AI and manipulation to force the four wielders into an uneasy alliance. Her singular, relentless goal is to find a way to break the curse and free her brother from his isolation. The Stakes As a corporate titan aligns with a powerful demon to exploit the country's instability, the team must navigate a web of conspiracies and demonic attacks. The story explores whether the very weapons meant to save the world are actually the instruments of its destruction. Ultimately, it is a dark, emotional journey about the price of power and the search for redemption in a divided world.Will their cursed power save world—or birth its final curse?"
GuShan_ · 14.8k Views

SSS-Rank Glitch: I Can Duplicate Anything

The air in the Dead Zone tastes like rust and regret. Luzian Kinn's back hits a collapsed pillar. Hard. Three of them stand over him. Former allies. Current problems. Kai, S-Rank, team leader, district snake, pockets the dungeon core they spent three weeks hunting. The one Luzian found. The one his F-Rank "finder skill" was the only reason they even located the vault. "Forty percent? You're F-Rank, buddy. You get nothing." The goons laugh. Vic kicks his boot. Just to feel important. Kai taps his forehead. Hard. "Tool's broken." (They're going to leave me here. In the Zone. For the Corruption to eat.) Luzian's HP is 4/120. His mana has always been 0/0. His left arm hangs useless, shoulder socket screaming every time his heart beats. Standard procedure. You don't kill the F-Rank. You just... leave him. Monsters do cleanup. Kai spreads his arms. "Last swing. Freebie. Let's see that F-Rank fury." Luzian pushes off the pillar. The System interface flickers. Then it cracks. A thin, jagged line splits the holographic text down the middle. Everything freezes for one impossible second. A new window doesn't appear. It forces its way into existence. [ERROR: FATAL SYSTEM ANOMALY DETECTED] [SOURCE: USER "LUZIAN KINN" – RANK: F] [UNKNOWN PARAMETER EXCEEDS SSS-RANK THRESHOLD] [GLITCH STATE: ACTIVE] [ABSORPTION–DUPLICATION–OVERWRITE] The blue screen shatters. Shards of light dissolve like ice in acid. In their place: a single pulsing notification. [SSS-RANK GLITCH: ABSOLUTE DUPLICATION] [SCANNING NEAREST VIABLE ASSET...] A targeting reticle snaps onto Kai's chest. "What the fuck is that look?" Kai's S-Rank instincts are screaming. He doesn't know why yet. Luzian looks at his broken arm. At the smug prick in front of him. At the notification waiting for a command. (It's reading him. Like a barcode. Scanning for... what?) [ASSET IDENTIFIED: S-RANK PHYSIQUE (KAI VAREN)] [DUPLICATION COST: 50% MENTAL LOAD] [PROCEED? Y/N] He chooses Yes. The world stutters. A wave of pressure detonates from Luzian's chest. Vic stumbles, clutching his ears. The other goon drops his weapon. Kai grunts, hand flying to his chest. "What,?" Luzian sees it. A shimmering copy of something deep inside Kai's soul, muscle density, reinforced bone structure, tendon elasticity, rips free and slams into his frame. It feels like being born again. Bones knitting, not healing, rewriting. His left arm snaps back into the socket with a wet pop that makes Vic gag. Luzian catches himself on the pillar. [MENTAL LOAD: 50%] flashes in his vision. Blood drips from his nose. But he's standing. "How..." Kai pats his chest like he misplaced his wallet. "My passive. The density buff. It dropped. I didn't use it." Luzian pushes off the pillar. Legs new. Unstable. But they hold. "You dropped it?" He wipes blood from his nose. "Weird." Vic is already backing up. "Boss... his arm. It was broken." Kai's eyes narrow. Analysis skill activates. "You're still F-Rank. Your Status says F-Rank. That's impossible." (He sees the old screen. The fake one. He doesn't see the crack.) Luzian grins. The grin of a man who spent twenty years being told he was garbage finally finding the receipt that proves the system was wrong. "You know what my favorite part is, Kai?" Step forward. The goon on the left trips over rebar trying to get away. "You stood there. You gave me the speech. You let me take a swing." He raises his right hand. The one that was useless thirty seconds ago. Now it's dense. Packed with S-Rank muscle fiber his F-Rank skeleton was never designed to support. (Going to hurt like a bitch to use. But it'll work. Once.) "And while you were busy being an artist," the grin sharpens, "I was watching." He lunges. Not with skill. Not with technique. Raw, duplicated, stolen power. Fist connects with Kai's chest before the S-Rank can finish activating his defensive skill. Meaty. Final. Kai flies backward. Ten feet. Twenty. Crashes through...
Zojo_AEO_X · 731 Views