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The Beast of Thornwyck Manor

A debt-marked scribe. A cursed alpha king. A manor built on ink and teeth. A dark fantasy romance of law-made magic, monstrous vows, and dangerous yearning. Dragged from the Greywick docks and paraded in the town square, Lark Hayes is sold like cargo to the highest bidder: Thornwyck Manor, the High King’s cliffside stronghold. Her name is swallowed by the Iron Book under Ledger Law, and she is shipped to a fortress carved into rock—a gothic manor setting of wind-scoured parapets and windows. Unmarked and literate in a realm that prefers its poor illiterate, Lark is too dangerous to waste in a scullery. Thornwyck assigns her to “special service”: Night Gallery duty, a task no one will explain and everyone fears. Each dusk she is escorted down candlelit halls to an oak door raked with claw marks and ordered to read confessions, testimonies, and inkbound oaths to the monster locked inside, her voice the only thread tethering him to reason. In the hush between her words and his growls, a fragile, forbidden beauty and the beast romance stirs—built not on kindness, but on the terrible relief of finally being seen. By daylight, that monster is Cassian Rook, the High King who wrote many of the laws that turned Lark into property—an alpha king cursed by his own law, who cannot afford to look weak before the court. To protect a realm that already fears him, he must keep his distance; to keep his mind from shattering in the dark, he needs Lark’s steady voice and clear memory. Their nightly encounters inside the gallery become a combustible forced proximity romance—two people bound together by the same magic that stands to unmake them both. Beyond the beast’s door, Thornwyck hums with secrets. Housekeeper Willa Crane hides razor-edged care beneath her rules. When whispers of a Pureblood wedding coil through the halls, Lark realizes the ceremony is more weapon than celebration, built to tighten the law around the necks of people like her. As guest lists are drawn and vows rehearsed, Lark is pulled deep into court intrigue and rebellion running under the marble floors and glitter of the palace. Each document she reads, each oath she witnesses in the Night Gallery, reveals a little more of the machinery keeping the kingdom in place—and a little more of how easily it could grind her, and everyone she cares about, to dust. One misread clause could shatter the fragile control Cassian keeps over the curse, or condemn every Unmarked body the crown already owns to a lifetime of sanctioned suffering. What if the only person who can steady the monster is the woman the law insists is an expendable asset? And when every promise you speak can be turned into a chain, how do you fight a system that records your every breath? The Beast of Thornwyck Manor is a werewolf shifter romance steeped in candlelight, courtroom tension, and the slow, aching courage of a heroine who has spent her whole life trying not to be noticed. Expect a story that lingers on monster-soft gestures as much as sharp-edged power plays, where survival is never guaranteed and tenderness feels as risky as treason. This dark fantasy romance leans into quiet longing, gothic dread, and the question of who gets to decide whose story is worth writing down. This Book Is For Readers Who… Want a heroine who fights with reading, memory, and compassion Crave castle tales where the house and servants have their own agendas Prefer fantasy romance that is dark but tender Love magic rooted in contracts and witnesses Enjoy romance woven with power and survival Perfect For Fans Of… Political fantasies about vows, law, and the weight of a crown Paranormal court dramas full of ritual and rebellion Gothic castle romances full of dangerous secrets Cursed ruler love stories where mercy cuts deepest Enter Thornwyck Manor, where every vow has teeth—and see what happens when the record finally bites back.
Benthur · 170 Views

Arcane Replication | Foundation of Filth

They called him Defective and gave him a mop. Leo’s Awakening was a disaster. While others gained swordsmanship or magic, he was branded a failure and exiled to clean the guild's filthiest monster pens. His only companion is a worn-out mop. His only future is shame. But in the darkness, between the rat bites and the cold, something glitches. A flicker of power where none should exist. A hint that the system might have marked him wrong. This is not the story of a chosen hero. This is the story of the boy with the mop. The one everyone forgot. The one who, through sheer stubbornness and stolen glances at real adventurers, might just discover that in a world of instant power, the most dangerous ability is the will to keep swinging. --- Why You’ll Be Hooked: · A Truly Unique System: No easy cheats. The protagonist's power is a treadmill to infinity—the ultimate "hard work beats talent" fantasy. · The Ultimate Underdog: Witness a hero built from nothing. Every victory is earned, every skill is a saga. · From Despair to Legend: A 500-ch journey from a mop-boy in the filth to a power that redefines the world. · More Than Just Fighting: The story explores what it means to master a skill—the philosophy behind the power, and the cost of infinite growth. · Foundational Relationships: Bonds forged in shared struggle, not just combat. Perfect for fans of: Primal Hunter, Defiance of the Fall, and anyone who loves a slow-burn where the grind is the story.
Draggy · 3.7k Views

Issol: Reborn into Frost

Issol stared at the black doll-like figure standing stiffly in the corner and chuckled to herself, her eyes shining brightly as she turned to her maid. “Doesn’t he look adorable?” she said softly. “Like a little rabbit." The maid felt uneasy. She opened her mouth, intending to destroy her master’s interest in the scrawny human, but the sound of Issol’s giggle made her pause. There was something unsettling about it, something that told her it was already too late. Whatever had caught her mistress’s attention would not be released so easily. So she remained silent, glaring instead at the thing that had drawn Issol's gaze. Issol cared little for her companion’s unspoken thoughts. She moved forward at once, going to claim her doll before anyone else could. No one was allowed to touch what was hers. Stopping in front of him, she tilted her head, wondering if her appearance would frighten him. But she was surprised to find his gaze already fixed on her, calm and empty, lingering on her mismatched eyes without a trace of fear or emotion. That alone made her giggle again. She turned back to her maid, pleased. “I quite like this one,” Issol said. “This will be my doll. Born as the forgotten twin, Issol’s life had been decided long before she could understand it. It was written into the names her parents gave, sealed by favoritism, and marked by her mismatched eyes and hair that did not belong. Death should have been an ending. Instead, she awoke once more with her memories intact with pain following her into this new life, shaping her thoughts and hardening her heart. What became of her was no more innocence, but resolve. This time, she would no longer wait to be chosen. She would choose for herself.
SilverR · 1.4k Views

Death's New Embrace

Lucid wakes up in a strange purple forest that feels like a dream. He remembers everything, but his face is hidden behind a mask and his body is covered in torn rags. Lucid knows he is not a hero. He was abandoned in a distant world and called a coward, when he desperately threw himself in oncoming traffic to save someone. And now have narrowly escaped the grasps of a goddess after being trapped inside her sanctuary for an eternity. A monotonous voice carries inside him. "Welcome Enlightened..." A spectral white shadow manifests after. *** Enlightened Title: The divine maiden Name: Alice Rank: Primordial Fate essence: ∞ Trait: ███████▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒ Description: Lost in time and space... Error... Error... This message cannot be revealed further *** He is an Enlightened, a power granted by the angle inside. Thanks to a voice named Alice that speaks from within his own mind. It inhabits his own body granting him her power as an Enlightened, she is just as lost as he is and cannot remember its own past, but she is filled with a hope that he lacks. Alice guides him forward, encourages him, shares her love which is an alien concept to him and as they journey through broken worlds, it might be the only one who can help him find the answers he needs and his only way of home. While finding the seven gemstones, to materlise Alice and grant her, her desired death so that he can wield her power against the very being that cast him here. All while gathering deities and fallen angles around him using their love and lust for him as a shield and a weapon to fight her, the godesse that selfishly kept him.
Pretenderrr · 4.7k Views