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Claimed by the Vengeful Alpha

Love. Hate. Revenge. Before she was the High Alpha's daughter, Maya was an orphan named Penelope—and Marcus Keenan was the boy who gave her his locket and promised to marry her... until she was torn from him. Taken by High Alpha Vilhelm, everyone, including Marcus, was told she died. Years later, Marcus returns from the recent war a hero—now Alpha Keenan—with power, lands, and the right to choose any woman as his mate. He takes Maya—the same girl who made his life miserable before he left. He doesn't recognize her as Penelope with the locket long gone. To him, she is cruel, two-faced, and an expert at manipulation. What he doesn't know is that Maya's cruelty was forced, a mask she wore to both protect him and survive. Now trapped in a marriage born of revenge, she must decide. Stay silent and play the part, or reveal who she truly is…before it’s too late. —— Excerpt “This marriage is fake,” Maya said. She should be happy but why did it hurt so much? “Fake?” Keenan frowned and closed the gap between them. He wrapped a palm around her neck, and Maya gasped but no sound left her throat. “Is this another ploy to escape me?” “Isn’t it fake?” Maya whispered, holding his hand, trying to ease his grip. It was getting hard to breathe. Her voice betrayed her, too hopeful even to her own ears. He stared with such hatred, yet a part of her didn’t want it to be fake. Keenan threw his head back and laughed, yet his grip on her neck never wavered. “Woman, surely this must be a joke. You think I would orchestrate a fake marriage with you?” He leaned closer, eyes locked on hers. “You undermine my hatred. I want you bound to me forever. I want you to hate every moment of your life and I will be right here to make sure of it. You can never escape me.” Keenan released her neck. She dropped to the floor, rubbing her throat as she finally drew a full breath. “Fake marriage? Don’t be ridiculous. Even your father couldn’t get you away from me.”
GinaStanley · 43.5k Views

Scholar's Mate

“In an age where knowledge cuts deeper than knives, Victoria is about to learn far more than is safe for any soul to bear.” Victoria and Robert were torn from the gentle dullness of their ordinary century and cast into a realm governed by proto-concepts—those ancient, unblinking truths from which life, death, and divinity themselves are carved. Proclaimed “Heroes” by a world too desperate to question its own choices, they were commanded to rise in strength, confront a Demon Lord, and deliver salvation to a land that had never been theirs. Robert donned the mantle with the fervour of a man stepping into destiny. Victoria… hesitated. And in that hesitation, something old—older than scripture, older than light—turned its gaze toward her. She felt its attention like a draft through a locked room. In a moment poised between terror and terrible understanding, she accepted its offer: a contract sealed in silence, a year of her life exchanged for a thing that should never have been permitted to exist. Not in this world. Not in any. She did not yet grasp that, in straying from the Hero’s ordained path, she had not merely shifted her fate— she had begun to unwrite the very scaffolding of her humanity. Now Victoria walks like a phantom through a world that has marched on without her— one year behind the celebrated Hero, yet burdened with an insight so sharp it threatens to cut her free from mortality itself. She can now trespass upon knowledge forbidden to scholars, sorcerers, or even those who stand at the pinnacle of human mastery. She commits the kind of acts whispered only of beings who have stepped beyond the human threshold… and never returned. And in a world built on primordial, immovable truths, one truth endures: Knowledge is power. But power, when mishandled, becomes a curse that devours its bearer— quietly, inevitably, like rot beneath embroidered silk.
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Crown of Ash and Bonds: The Flame Between

The universe did not give me a second chance. It gave me a trade. I was bred to be a sacrifice. I was burned alive by the people I loved most. I came back from the ash to reclaim my life, my title, and a power that should have stayed buried. The betrayal is finished. The divorce is final . I am no longer the girl they can cage. But the cost of my freedom was higher than I imagined. The one ally I trusted has vanished. He left a crumbling empire and a hole in my world I cannot fill. The wards protecting my kingdom are failing. I have eight months to reach the final trial or watch everything I fought for collapse. I have to do it under the shadow of the Crown Prince. Thalion thinks I am a monster. He does not trust my blood, my smiles, or my intentions. He is my mandatory escort because he does not trust anyone else to watch me. He is there to document every slip. He is there to decipher the dangerous secret I am hiding. Eight months with a man who watches me with cold, calculated suspicion. The way he looks at me when the shadows grow long is not just wariness. It is a hunger that threatens to burn us both down. I am playing a new game now. This time, I am the one holding the torch. Regression | Enemies-to-Lovers | Forced Proximity | Slow Burn | Political Intrigue | R18 ________________________________________ Note to Readers: This is the second book of Crown of Ash and Bonds and an entry in The Soulfire Chronicles. This volume is currently ongoing. Because it follows the direct consequences of the first book, you must start the journey with Book 1: The Rise of the Flamebearer. For the full history of the pyre and the betrayal that started it all, the beginning of Seraphina's journey is available now .
Moonlit_Quill · 31.7k Views

Whispers of the fallen

[MATURE CONTENT] “And why would you do that?" Sheba's voice trembled, anxiety shadowing her features as she observed Elisha's perilous state. "I did it all because I love you, yes, Sheba, I love you more than life itself," Elisha declared, sealing her words with a desperate kiss. But just as their lips met, a thunderous roar shattered the air. "Nooooo!" a voice bellowed, and an explosive force hurled them apart, sending their bodies crashing against opposite walls. "Not in this lifetime, Elisha," the voice seethed, dripping with fury. Elisha's heart raced as she lifted her gaze, dread pooling in her stomach. There stood the devil himself—Lucifer. ————————————- Survival was a deal fulfilled by the fittest. Seeking pleasure or solitude was a choice for the most powerful and the subdued are left for dust, crushed and broken. The five races lived in peace, reserved within their territories. Everything changed when Sheba defiled the order of leadership, seeking hungrily to rule all races; The humans, The witches, The sirens, The demons and The spirits. Her plot was countered however. Her very own sister sealing her away and putting a stop to her unquenchable hunger for power. The witch race was deemed weakest at that point— the enchantress supereme gone, their fate remained unknown. Yet, years of peace were known through out Cullen. Years that came to an end when the hunger for power and dominion seemed irresistible. It is hardly possible that one is satisfied with that which is under his control and a human goddess was no different. Moist struck. Harder than Sheba ever did, becoming the very evil she sealed Sheba for coming out as. And so, the battle among races began. Echoes of the shadowed past threatened to silence the present. The whispers of the fallen, rising high, resounding fear and chaos through out Cullen.
Nessy_Biora · 99.9k Views