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A BOY MADE OF SHADOWS

He didn’t grow up with a real name. In the place he was raised, they didn’t bother with names at all. They just burned numbers onto kids, and his number was XI. That’s how people talked to him—like, “Number Eleven, do this,” “Number Eleven, stand there.” It wasn’t a life. It was just… existing. He spent most of his childhood underground. Cold stone floors, dim lamps, the same halls every day. He didn’t know anything about the outside world or why the people there were training him. He only knew that the shadows around him always felt strange, like they were watching him. One night, during some ritual he never understood, something unexpected happened. The shadows that were supposed to kill him didn’t. They moved toward him instead—like they recognized him. Like they’d been waiting for him. After that, he walked out of the fortress. No plan. No idea what to do. He picked the name Kael because he needed something normal to call himself. But the world outside isn’t simple. People stare at him. Some are scared of him. And the shadows that cling to him… he still doesn’t know how to control them, or if they’re even safe. Kael isn’t trying to be special or powerful. He just wants to understand who he is and where he belongs. Maybe he’s just a kid who was treated wrong his whole life. Or maybe he’s something else—something the people in that fortress were afraid to admit. Whatever the truth is, he knows one thing: He’s never going back to being a number again.
Masterisaki · 35.9k Views

Illusive Eden - He Pretends He's the Hero

Neva and Rhett—two young souls—find their heartstrings woven in love. But just as passion and peace begin to bloom, fate intervenes. Bleak, haunting circumstances scatter blades across their romance, threatening to tear them apart. Ishmael—a man with a heart of thorns—yearns to mend the wound of losing Neva. And in the end, rays of love and joy filter through the clouds of horror that darken his world—as Neva appears before him once more. Twisted fate entangles them all, revealing the Game of Sphere, as misery scorches their souls. A concealed life beyond turns its pages—one after another—gathering sin and virtue, tragedy and fortune, strength and frailty, creation, love... and hate. Illusion is where we live—in the garden of Eden before the fall of man. Illusion is serenity—an evermore sanguine of love. The vision of paradise in the New Earth sows hope deep in the soul. The delusory pleasures of this world ignite the flames that burn in oceans of fire. Illusive Eden is rapture. Illusive Eden is tragedy. The fall of man—even now bleeds red. The whisper whirls the dawn of a man—he who pretends to be the hero. --- The girl who once vowed to be his forever Now forbids him to ever appear. She refuses to recognize him, Disregarding all he ever was. He vows to protect her. Yet he is the terrifying truth she prays is a lie. He trips her, rips her apart— He's the living tragedy looming over her life. He once was her Elayne, now her hiraeth. He is the villain—pretending to be the hero. --- The Lord is the way— Steady through the wilderness. The King is the truth— Burning through the lies. The Father is the life— Breathing spirit into dust. She kneels before the Ruler, The God who shaped galaxies— He has called her a poet. Her tongue shall be anointed. Her poetry shall be the rivers of His word. She will scatter seeds in broken fields, And He will send the sun. He will send the rain. He will draw the roots down deep. He yields to the Ruler, The God of blazing holiness— He has called him a soldier. His fists shall be unclenched. The sword of the Spirit rests in his grip. He will shield the sower of the seeds, As storms rise against the harvest. His strength will be not his own, But drawn from the marrow of grace. This faith shall shake the mountains, For He has conquered the filth of the flesh. This flame will cleanse the shadows. For He has defeated the darkness. This love shall live on for eternity, For He has overcome the mortal world.
NehaPriaa · 284.5k Views

Monster Breeding Academy: From begger to Beast Queen

“You don’t graduate from Monster Cock Academy unless you can swallow every inch, milk it dry, and leave the monster begging to be your bitch.” Those were the exact words growled at me the second I crossed the blood-red threshold—starving, filthy, and still reeking of alleyways I’d fucked strangers in just to eat. Let’s be real: everyone knows what this place really is. Not some noble academy for spells and swords. It’s a breeding ground for the biggest, thickest, most cursed monster cocks in existence—dragon-princes with ridged, scalding shafts that burn going in, demonic rogues whose veiny lengths pulse with shadow-magic cum, feral warriors whose girthy knots lock you in until you’re dripping and claimed. I was supposed to be invisible. A street-rat beggar with flat tits, no curves, no power, no fucking chance. Then the Lysander brothers saw me. Reign Lysander—silver-haired dragon heir—locked eyes and I felt his cock twitch behind his armor like it already knew it belonged down my throat. Ryder Lysander—that smirking demon fuck—leaned in so close I could taste the sin on his breath, whispering how he’d stretch my holes until I screamed his name in tongues. Xavier Lysander—raw, black-haired beast—growled low enough to vibrate my clit, promising to knot me so deep I’d never walk straight again. They didn’t just want to fuck me. They wanted to ruin me. Break me open. Fill me until I overflowed with their seed and their loyalty. Too bad for them—I’m not prey. I’m the one who makes monster cocks throb, leak, and kneel. The one who rides their faces, their shafts, their knots until they’re whimpering “Queen” between gasps. Rival houses are already sharpening blades to gut me. Ancient beasts are waking up hard and hungry. And these three alphas? They’re fighting over who gets to breed me first… while I’m secretly planning how to chain all three of their fat, cursed cocks to my throne. From beggar slut to Beast Queen. One dripping, screaming, cum-soaked claiming at a time. Survive the semester? I won’t just graduate. I’ll have them all collared, leaking, and worshipping at my feet.
SlutTyrant · 171 Views