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Blood Moon: The Lycan's Queen

"He was her past, present, and future. She was his beginning and end." ______________ 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 love 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 was 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] #Exceprt "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?" __________ 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_ · 6.3k Views

A Fate Written Before Birth

Han Seorin’s first life ended in betrayal and blood on the day she was meant to marry the crown prince. Reborn six years later, fully aware of the lies that stole her happiness, she returns stronger, sharper, and determined to protect her family and reclaim her life. With months to the day she once died, Seorin uncovers the cousin who betrayed her and carefully begins weaving a web of revenge. Every smile, every word, and every observation is part of her plan to expose the lies, manipulate the palace, and ensure that those who wronged her pay for their treachery. Her parents’ honor and her younger brother’s safety drive her every move, and nothing—not whispers, not deception, not betrayal—will go unnoticed. As her revenge unfolds, Seorin’s careful strategies lead to confrontations, revelations, and the gradual unraveling of those who plotted against her. She transforms from the naive girl of her first life into a force the palace cannot ignore, proving that even the deepest betrayal cannot break a will sharpened by death and rebirth. But even as she claims her victories, the past is only the beginning. Every step brings her closer to a destiny she has yet to understand—a fate written before birth that will challenge everything she thought she knew. A Fate Written Before Birth is a gripping tale of rebirth, revenge, and resilience, following one woman who refuses to be broken and will stop at nothing to protect those she loves and reclaim her life.
Crimsonlore · 347 Views

New World, New Life: I Became A Bigshot In The Ancient World

Excerpt Aristia could not help but stare at the platinum blonde a few steps in front of her. She seemed to sparkle with a glow that drew people in around her. Something that only happened to the main character of a novel. [Is that stupid book sure I'm the female lead?] She thought, her jaws almost going slack. At this point, she was sure she was deluding herself— or the book was deluding her. She didn't know why, but she already disliked the girl. [This is definitely not jealousy.] She rubbed her brows, watching how the innocent, naive looking girl exuding female lead aura was being flocked around already by others despite her low status. "F*ck, I'm really in deep shit!" — Aristia Andrews had just returned home from work and prepared to go to sleep, when she was given a novel. Nothing strange about that though, huh? But just after she had completed the novel, she woke up to find herself tossed into a whole new world. Taken from her world and the life she deemed perfect, and tossed into a not-so-ideal world. She becomes Aristia Amberale, the beloved five year old daughter of the only Grand Duke and Imperial Prince of the kingdom, said to be loved by all in the kingdom. Now part of royalty, she has to get accustomed to living in a backward world of Kings and Queens, Dukes, Marquises, Earls, Viscounts and Barons. Just the titles and hierarchy were enough to make her smart head spin. With beautiful and loving parents and relatives, a hopelessly adorable younger brother who just might be a sis-con, loyal-to-the-death servants, and a smart brain, join Aristia as she enjoys eating and making delicious cuisines, forms unique friendships, and creates successful businesses. However, she finds all is not as she thought it was; there just might be something bigger than she expected that the book did not reveal— something that could turn her well balanced world upside down. First of all, she discovers that her character is actually hated and not loved. Then, she finds out she's not really the female lead. Now... she has a lot of mysteries surrounding her to unfold, secrets to uncover, and a sad fate to avoid. But... "Hey, why are you looking at me with those eyes? The female lead is over there." "You, stop following me around, will you? You're supposed to hate me!" "Stay back, all of you! What's wrong with you?!" But most importantly... why are these obviously important characters not leaving her alone? And why was the cold, unloving soon-to-be Emperor husband of that powerful Empire paying attention to her instead of the female lead? It wasn't supposed to be like this...
Gray_Queen19 · 132.6k Views

Forbidden West: Ballad of Akelldema Miyamoto

Born in late 1864 beneath the cold skies of Hokkaido, Akelldema Miyamoto enters a Japan caught between fading steel and rising industry. His father, Hiroshi, once a formidable samurai, has sheathed his blade to serve as a physician to a powerful lord, walking the narrow path between tradition and survival. Through harsh herbal regimens and disciplined breathwork, he forges his son into something steadier than most boys his age, preparing him for a future neither of them can fully see. By 1879, unrest coils through the country. Old loyalties are hunted. Food grows scarce in certain districts. Rumors move faster than horses. In the lord’s estate, Princess Aiko Takamori stands at the heart of fragile political balance, and Akelldema, still only fifteen, finds himself drawn into her orbit even as the ground shifts beneath them. When violence can no longer be contained, Akelldema, seventeen and nearing manhood, is chosen to escort Aiko and seven loyal companions across the Pacific to California. What awaits them is not only gold and opportunity, but the consequences of ambition unbound. In the American Wset, the brilliant and obsessive Dr. Nikolai Richtofen has traded provisions to a desperate tribe in exchange for their medicine man, seeking to master life itself. His experiments awaken a corruption that seeps into the blood, spreading by bite and turning the living into something hollow and driven by a darker will. Separated from the princess and believing his duty has failed, Akelldema is cast into a fronteir where greed, secrecy, and infection thrive in the shadows of mines and desert laboratories. Armed with his father’s teachings and the discipline to resist the taint in his own veins, he must hunt for the truth, protect what remains of his honor, and confront the man whose curiosity has begun to unravel the boundary between life and something far more dangerous.
Future_Gadget_Labs · 2.5k Views

The Court of Silken Chains

In an empire where silence is law and beauty is political property, gifted women are claimed as sacred “Relics” — ceremonial figures believed to anchor the stability of the throne. When Lianhua is publicly seized under the Quiet Mandate, she does not scream. She observes. Trained within the Veiled Court, she learns that Relics are not honored — they are contained. Draped in silk, worshiped in ritual, but stripped of autonomy, these women serve as symbolic vessels through which the empire binds faith, fear, and obedience. Yet Lianhua quickly realizes something others do not: The empire does not draw strength from the Relics. It depends on them. Assigned four elite enforcers — known as the Black Hands — she begins her quiet rebellion not with blades, but with study. She memorizes doctrine. She deciphers ceremonial language. She watches the fractures in the men assigned to guard her. The Loyalist believes order prevents chaos. The Blade believes strength justifies control. The Scholar believes history defines truth. The Silent One believes nothing at all. Slowly, carefully, Lianhua begins altering small ritual phrases during sacred ceremonies. A word here. A pause there. A symbolic gesture that shifts meaning without breaking law. The people begin whispering. As noble factions compete for influence, the Emperor himself notices her growing impact. Threatened yet intrigued, he offers her a position closer to power — one that could secure her survival at the cost of her autonomy. But Lianhua has already discovered the empire’s most guarded secret: Relics are not symbols of control. They are emotional anchors. If one falls publicly, unrest spreads like fire. If one defies expectation, belief begins to crack. The throne is not protected by armies. It is protected by narrative. And she has learned how to rewrite it. As tensions rise, the Black Hands begin to fracture under the weight of their loyalty. Alliances shift. Rituals become battlegrounds. Love grows in spaces where obedience once lived. When the empire attempts to silence her permanently, it faces an unexpected truth: punishing her may collapse the very belief system that sustains the throne. In a final ceremonial confrontation mirroring the day she was claimed, Lianhua steps forward not as property — but as ideological power. The empire must choose: Destroy her and risk chaos. Or change. The Court of Silken Chains is a dark historical fantasy about ownership, belief, and the quiet, devastating strength of a woman who learns that true rebellion begins in language, not war.
Moonglade_5786 · 950 Views