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BOUND TO THE SHADOW KING

Elara’s greatest shame is also her only power. In a dying human village, she hides as a simple herb-witch, secretly using slivers of her forbidden Siphon ability to drain the magical blight poisoning the land—and feeling the monstrous hunger it leaves behind. She is an abomination, hated by both humans and Fae, and exposure means death. When the arrogant and devastatingly powerful Shadow King, Kaelen, arrives to offer a cure for the blight, the price is not gold or land. It is her. A political marriage to secure a fragile alliance. To save her people, Elara agrees, trading her crumbling home for a gilded cage in the treacherous Fae court. Kaelen is lethally beautiful, colder than the shadows he commands, and certain the blight is a human weapon. He takes Elara as his bride not for love, but as a political pawn and a suspect to be broken. Every touch is a threat, every glance a calculated search for her secrets. Trapped in a world of lethal beauty and ancient schemes, Elara must navigate courtly daggers and her husband's icy suspicion while keeping the ravenous power within her firmly locked away. But the blight is not what it seems. As a true, ancient evil stirs, leaving a trail of corpses and corrupted magic, Elara and Kaelen are thrown into a reluctant partnership. The lines between enemy and ally, suspicion and desire, begin to blur. His darkness calls to her hunger, and one kiss could shatter her control, revealing the terrifying truth. As war looms and a conspiracy reaches the throne itself, Elara must make a choice: remain the hidden pawn, or embrace the monstrous power that could save the King who holds her captive—and destroy the fragile bond growing between them.
Mzey · 3.4k Views

Twelve Butterfly

When Angels Marry Vampires "Play along, or we're both dead." When Ella wakes in a hospital with no memory, a dangerously handsome stranger claims she's his wife. The lie is simple: pretend to be Mrs. Aaron D'Cruz for three months to save him from a political marriage. The truth is impossible: she's a fire angel princess with amnesia, he's a five-hundred-year-old vampire lord, and their fake marriage might be the only thing preventing a supernatural war. Ella isn't alone. Five other angel cousins—each with elemental powers and forgotten pasts—have been scattered across Earth in the LDH program: a "cultural exchange" that's actually a last-ditch experiment to heal a thousand-year rift between realms. As the Black Rose blooms a century early, its thorns carry memories of a love so forbidden it shattered worlds. Now, twelve interspecies couples must: Remember who they are before the Syndicate hunts them down Master hybrid magics that shouldn't exist Survive the 72-hour realm convergence during full bloom Choose love over ancient hatreds Become the Butterfly Covenant prophesied to save—or destroy—everything An arrogant fire angel who bows to no one A possessive vampire lord who owns everything he touches An innocent earth angel paired with her sky-angel best friend A gloomy dark angel foodie and the lightning wizard who won't stop flirting A protective water angel obsessed with a rule-following perfect witch A wind angel who can't choose between a human artist and a stable earth angel A brutally honest light angel stuck with a chaos fairy who breaks everything she touches Twelve couples. Twelve forbidden loves. One last chance at salvation before the Black Rose consumes all realms.
Zareen08 · 4.5k Views

The Saint Likes Me, But I’m Screwed… [Rewrite]

One early spring day, Alum and his classmates fell victim to a spatial quake—descending to Lethren, a world filled with elemental magic and wonder. Yet, even with the supernatural, Alum remained aloof; whichever world—it didn’t matter. Monsters the form of man, beast, or abomination—it never changed. He knew he wasn’t always alone, but he never thought to have deserved such kindness. To those who gave him paint, now was the time to pay it back, especially in the vivid horrors of the new world—surviving the wilderness. Then, along the way, colors began to seep into the garden, blossoming greens, painting blues, and budding reds. His heart throbbed a funny way for the first time—he’d fallen in love with Amethely at first sight after arriving in the peaceful metropolis, Ilifel. Once, a girl, whom he did not know, revealed to be the Imperial Saint—Could I pursue this? He coolly contemplated, looking at the options. However, change could never be easy for someone like him. How long would it take for a newly rinsed blade to stain? — An elegant Saint with silver-gray hair and pink amethyst eyes was regarded as one of the most prominent light mages in the empire. A girl who was once always in the shadow of her sister, obsessed with research and the path of the sword, with a wish to carry on her late grandmother’s legacy—fell in love. He was a foreigner with soft golden eyes and jet-black hair—a somewhat clueless expression yet charming nonetheless. New to love, Amethely didn’t know what to do, but she knew she wanted to see him again. Thus, she hoped to run into him again, at the same place, at the same time.  This time, she wanted to know his name, and for him to know hers, so that one day, even if their love doesn’t blossom, that light would pierce into his ashen world. NOTE: This is rewritten from scratch so old chapters are gone, poff. But... since people sometimes ask me about it, here's the pdf for all of it, if you want the epub version just dm me or smt, dunno. https://drive.google.com/file/d/1pm4kOijs5-CXcCJdU8-wvgPERkLaPrVD/view?usp=sharing Schedule: weekend or either Mon/Wed
Seseal · 174.1k Views