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Pureblood's riftbound bride

For generations, the Southern Sun-Realm has lived in the golden warmth of the Starwind lineage. But as the sun begins to dim and the ancient "Void" stir in the corners of the world, a terrifying prophecy emerges: Only a Spirit born of Sun and tempered by Frost can hold back the Great Dark. Elissa Starwind, the youngest Princess of the South, is seen by her court as a failure. Unlike her siblings, whose light is a roaring furnace, Elissa’s "White Flame" is a mere flicker—pale, cold, and seemingly useless. When the prophecy demands a union between the Sun and the North, her father sees an opportunity to discard his "weakest" child. Elissa is sold as a Tithe to the Witch-Kingdom of Aethelgard, wed by blood-contract to the most feared predator in the frost-lands: Alistair D’Valtheron. Alistair is a Pure-blooded Vampire Prince, a being of refined hunger with crystalline, incandescent blue eyes that prove his mastery over his own monstrous nature. As time passes Alistair discovers that Elissa’s "weakness" is actually a different kind of power: a purity that doesn't just burn shadows, but heals the very fabric of reality. As the Moon moves to smother the Sun, the "Weakest Princess" must become the North’s greatest weapon. To save her brother, her husband, and her kingdom, Elissa Starwind must decide if she will remain a flickering candle or become the bonfire that consumes the darkness—even if it means losing her humanity in the process.
scorpion_sh · 7.9k Views

FOOLISH WESTER: Orokana Seiyō Hito — 愚かな西洋人

He did not want to be remembered. He only wanted to disappear. Utsu Enzu spent twenty-three years learning to make himself smaller — smaller than the Osaka apartment where his family's warmth went cold, smaller than the Tokyo desk where a supervisor's voice carved out whatever was left, smaller than the four-point-two tatami mats he measured one sleepless November night because there was nothing else to do with a mind that had already decided. He died quietly, without a note, without a name left on anyone's lips that would take long to stop being said. He woke up screaming in 1865. Six years old. American frontier. Dirt under his hands and a sun that had never once been that honest about itself. A new name — Yasei Nishi — and a new mother who held his face in warm hands and a new father who passed him bread across a lamplight table, and for one impossible year the machinery inside him that had been rusting since he was eleven began, slowly, to turn. Then the sheriff came. Two gunshots. Clean and unhurried. And Yasei Nishi crawled out of a cellar at age seven and made a decision as cold and absolute as anything Utsu Enzu ever made — only this one pointed outward. FOOLISH WESTER is the brutal, heartbreaking, and extraordinary story of what follows. Of six years surviving the American frontier alone — stealing, bleeding, teaching himself to shoot in the dark before dawn. Of a kid who did not want a name becoming a legend across territory he never intended to inhabit. Of four broken children — Wyatt, Rion, Aran, Ken — who refuse to be left behind no matter how hard he walks. Of a corrupt sheriff who has never once lost sleep. Of a fifteen-year-old kid with a ledger and unsteady hands who has been filing terrible things away for years and cannot do it anymore. It is not a story about healing. It is not a story about easy redemption or the small truths of the wild west or the comfort of a second chance. It is a story about what depression does to a person across two entire lifetimes. About revenge and its hollow, costly promise. About five children in a dangerous era learning that survival alone was never the point. The west does not care about your pain. But the people riding beside you might. RATED MA21+
Locke_Weisz · 540 Views

To Make Him Fall...or not

“I gave you my soul in my last life. In this one, I’ll settle for your crown.” ~ In my first life, I was the devoted Queen. I waited two months for my husband, King Lauren, to return from the front lines—only for him to walk through the palace gates with a beautiful young maiden by his side and a decree in his hand: ‘She would be the new Queen’. And because of that evil beauty he brought to our kingdom, I died a discarded "nobody," executed for a crime I didn't commit. But death didn't take me. It sent me back. I woke up on the morning of his return. The crowds are cheering, the flowers are blooming, and my husband is about to humiliate me in front of the entire kingdom. But he doesn't know I've changed. He doesn't know I've returned with a special skill that makes me the most dangerous woman in the room. Before he can introduce his "New Queen," I hand him the one thing no one in this kingdom has ever dared to ask for: Divorce papers. In our land, a Queen asking for divorce is an abomination punishable by stoning. But Lauren thinks I’m bluffing. He looks me in the eye, tears my petition to shreds, and growls, “You are my wife. I will never stamp those papers.” He thinks he is keeping me trapped. He doesn't realize he has trapped himself in a palace with a woman who knows every one of his secrets—and is prepared to burn his kingdom to the ground just to see him sign his name. My goal is simple; I will make him fall... not in love, but to his knees. Since he spent my first life making me cry. I’ll spend my second making him bleed.
FaeyVor5651 · 50k Views

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?" __________ 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_ · 13.4k Views