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|SEASON 1 OF CLAXTON| |2X FEATURED · WATTPAD CREATORS PROGRAM · PAID STORY ON INKSPIRED!| As the Octopus Man returns from the Bermuda Triangle, Makenna Angelia Delling teams up with Merlin the Great's ninja-like fairy apprentice, Tracey, to defeat him. However, what will happen when Tracey learns he is the K-T Magic Murderer? *** Fourteen-year-old Makenna Delling is a Metamorphic Fairy, a rare fairy from a family in which one person must have been a fairy. Except, who is that one person? To help find answers regarding her past, Makenna teams up with seventeen-year-old Tracey, a mysterious fairy who hails from Merlin's Island. Together, they are dragged into the flight of their lives after they learn that the Octopus Man has returned from the Bermuda Triangle, and he is eager to kill Tracey. Mustering up all her courage, Makenna must find a way to stop Tracey from becoming who he truly is. She has to help him defeat the Octopus Man himself if he is to change his fate. Both teens have high stakes, especially since Tracey could be one of the greatest threats in the entire Magic World. Who is Makenna? Who is Tracey? Most importantly, why must Makenna find her long-lost family member? It's so she can call herself a True Metamorphic Fairy. *** *Main tropes: bad boy, love triangle, and friends-to-lovers.* *Note: My writing style is 3rd-person omniscient, so please judge it accordingly. Thank you!* *Important: There is a non-graphic suicide attempt in Part Two of Chapter Sixty--just FYI, in case you'd like to skip that section.* Word Count: 150,000-200,000
CroodsGirl · 96.3k Views

10x God-Tier Stealing System: Pumping S-Rank SuperHeroines Daily!

“Villains aren’t born, they’re made...blah...blah...” Cute quote. Stick it on your Tumblr header next to your anime pfp. You boys love your villain stories, don’t you? You want carnage. Chaos. Control. You want a dark throne, a cold smirk, and a woman kneeling at your feet begging for mercy. But you? You don’t want to lift a damn finger. You’ll cheer for the villain as he kills a god, but cry when he gets betrayed. You call it “plot armor” when the hero survives—but call it “art” when the villain does the impossible. You’re not fans of villains. You’re fetishists. You want the violence, but not the silence after it. You want domination, but not the burden of being hated. You want power, but only if the story forgives you for it. You don’t read these stories to understand evil. You read them because you think you're too good to win the normal way. “Villains don’t play fair.” Exactly. That’s why you love them. Because you wouldn’t last a day in a world where strength mattered and excuses didn’t. You don’t want a villain’s life. You want his results. You want to watch him burn the world for a woman. But you’d cry if a girl left you on read. So tell me— What exactly are you rooting for? At least unlike you, I support heroes—the ones with boobs. You know the type. Tits squeezed into latex, thighs tight in spandex, preaching virtue with cum-drunk eyes the moment they fall into my arms but always end up screaming my name instead. She flies above cities, saving lives like it’s her job. But at night? She crashes into my arms, trembling, moaning, clawing at my back like I’m the only real thing she’s ever touched. Her cape drops before her guard does. But I don't need to tear it off. She hands it over herself—bit by bit, kiss by kiss, lie by beautiful lie. You ever felt a heroine's breath hitch in your ear as she begs you to stop pretending you're the bad guy? Ever watched the symbol of hope ride you like you're the last man left after the world ended? That's not conquest. That’s devotion, baby. Unfiltered. Undeniable. And the irony? They fall the hardest. Because no villain ever tried to understand them. No hero ever dared to see past the shine and into the ache beneath. But I do. I whisper into the cracks of their perfection. I plant kisses where they hide their pain. I fuck them where they forget to wear their strength. And when they break—when their moans turn to prayers, when their strength melts into submission— That’s when I rise. I’m not just some brooding misfit out for revenge, or a misunderstood loner sitting around hoping for a shot at redemption. I’m not a villain. I’m the SUPERVILLAIN—the kind your heroines moan for when the cameras are off and the capes are crumpled on my floor. Chapter Updates: 2 chapters per day (unspecified until a fix update time is decided) Bonus Chapters: +2 Extra chapters (350+ coin gifts) +4 Extra chapters (1005+ coin gift) +6 Extra chapters (2005+ coin gift)
Idiocrat · 118.3k Views

Chosen To Defy Four Alphas

Two centuries have passed since the Great War ended, and humans believe they live in harmony with werewolves. But the truth is darker—werewolves rule as supreme beings while humans exist in ignorant bliss, never knowing their real position in this new hierarchy. To preserve this delicate illusion, select humans are chosen annually from different districts to enter Lunaris Academy, an elite institution offering prestige, power, and marriage to alpha royalty. These “fortunate” souls are celebrated as the chosen ones, destined to become luna and claim their place among the powerful. This year brings an unexpected selection: Violet Purple. For a girl raised by a fallen woman in the shadows of society, this opportunity seems like salvation—or so she’s been led to believe. Lunaris Academy shatters every illusion. The carefully constructed lies crumble as Violet discovers humans aren’t partners but prey in a vicious hierarchy. The academy serves as an elegant prison where students become entertainment for alpha predators who relish their twisted competitions. Violet’s arrival doesn’t go unnoticed. She draws the hungry gaze of the academy’s most lethal rulers—the Terror Four. The Alpha of the North, South, East, and West each command their own brand of cruelty, their own ruthless appetites. These apex predators circle her like sharks scenting blood, each more savage and calculating than the rest. They assume she’ll submit like countless others before her, that she’ll crumble under their relentless pressure and join their collection of broken playthings. They’re about to learn how wrong they are. Violet Purple bows to no one.
Glimmy · 31.7k Views