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A Werewolf's Unexpected Mate

[Trigger Warning: This semi dark fantasy romance contains few mature themes.] SYNOPSIS: •A WORLD BUILT ON LIES• Long ago, humans lived unaware of the supernatural beings hidden among them—werewolves with their primal instincts, witches whispering spells in the dark, and elves with their ancient, watchful eyes. For centuries, they coexisted in fragile silence. Then, everything shattered. Near the shadow-drenced woods of the Shadow pack kingdom, human traveler stumbled upon a gruesome scene: an old woman’s lifeless body, her skin ashen, her wounds gaping like accusations. A few paces away lay a dead werewolf, its throat ripped open, its muzzle still flecked with blood. The truth was undeniable—monsters walked among them. Fear ignited war. Humans, armed with fire and steel, hunted the supernatural races. Witches and elves were dragged into the slaughter, their homes burned, their people butchered. The bloodshed raged until King Alfred V of the Amethyst Kingdom stood before the four Werewolf Kings—Silverhowl, Crimsonheart, Shadow, and Atlassian —and offered a deal drenched in poison. A sacrifice for peace. Every twenty years, each human family would surrender a daughter to the werewolves. And in return, the future Alpha Kings must wed a human—or the war would reignite. The werewolves agreed. The witches and elves retreated, their hatred festering like an open wound. The world remained fractured, its peace a fragile lie. --- •THE PROPHECY OF FIRE• In the hidden Blaze Tribe, where crimson eyes burned like embers, the seer Prophetia foresaw annihilation. "Our people will fall," she rasped, her voice trembling. "But from the ashes, a girl will rise—the one who will bring true peace… and the one they will slaughter for it." The tribe made a desperate pact. They would cast a spell—a curse of forgotten memory—erasing their existence from the world’s mind. Their souls would be the price, but their legacy would live on in Ovelia, the child of prophecy. The night the Blaze Tribe fell, Ovelia’s parents hid her in the whispering forest, their hands shaking as they sealed a goddess—Firera—inside her infant body. Then, they turned to face their doom. --- •FATE’S CRUEL WHISPER• Ace Draven—half-werewolf, half-witch prince of Silverhowl—had never believed in destiny. Until he found a crying infant in the forest. His wolf, Fenrir, howled in recognition. A crimson thread shimmered between them—mates. But Firera, watching from within Ovelia’s soul, snarled. "She’s a child. This is too soon." With a flick of her wrist and spell, she tore the memory from Ace’s mind, leaving only an empty ache in his chest. --- •TWENTY YEARS LATER: A SACRIFICE IGNITES• Ovelia has spent her life as a slave, raised by the cruel mayor of Timberline Village—a man who would gladly sacrifice her to spare his own daughter. The night of the sacrifice, the air reeks of damp earth and iron. Torches flicker as the werewolves emerge from the shadows. And then—Ace Draven steps forward. Their eyes meet. Fenrir *howls*. Ace’s claws unsheathe, his breath ragged. He doesn’t understand why his wolf is clawing at his ribs, why his pulse hammers at the sight of this stranger. But the bond between them burns hotter than vengeance. Ovelia doesn’t know him. He doesn’t recognize her. And yet, their souls scream in unison.
FantasiaLia09 · 255.3k Views

MY RUIN: In Love With My Step-Uncle

[CONTENT WARNING: This story contains explicit sexual content, graphic violence, strong language, and themes of trauma. It is intended for mature audiences (18+) only. Reader discretion is strongly advised.] ------------ “Talk dirty to me,” I whispered. He growled low in his throat. “You want filthy, little bird?” “Yes.” He thrust deeper, harder, and leaned close, his lips brushing my ear. “I am going to fill your fucking cunt with so much cum that you will still be dripping until tomorrow. You will sit at breakfast with my seed soaking through your drawers and smile at Aunt Cornelia like the proper little slut you are.” I moaned. “That is disgusting.” “You asked for it.” “Again.” ------------ Clara Vance had it all. Millions of followers, a beauty empire built on glamour, and a life curated for the camera. But a lost bet with her mother sends her away from a marvelous weekend trip to Mykonos and into the dusty attic of her family’s decaying ancestral manor. The catch was her inheritance. Her task? A dreary clear-out. Her discovery? A centuries-old diary belonging to her great-grandmother, Eleanor Thorne. The ink tells a story of a forgotten history. Eleanor’s forbidden obsession with her guardian and step-uncle, Casimir Guggenheim, a ruthless railroad tycoon with a heart of stone. But when Clara touches the tear-stained pages, the scent of crushed gardenias doesn’t just fill the room, it drags her back to 1879. Trapped in Eleanor’s corseted body, Clara finds herself under the roof of the very man who haunted the diary. To the world, Casimir is a cold, untouchable magnate. To Clara, he’s a puzzle she’s determined to break. The problem? Clara isn’t the timid, fragile girl Casimir remembers. She’s a 21st-century It Girl with no filter, a strategic mind for business, a total lack of respect for Gilded Age propriety and a defiance waiting for trouble to happen. While the original Eleanor was a victim of her station, Clara is ready to burn the cage down. As Clara navigates a world where a single misstep means ruin, scheming relatives see her as a pawn, and a powerful suitor sees her as nothing but a business merger. She realizes the history books were wrong. Rewriting Eleanor’s tragic end is dangerous, especially when she starts falling for the man she was never supposed to have. History says they’re a tragedy. Clara says history is about to get a makeover.
Luna_Primrose · 183.2k Views

The female protagonist falls in love with me in every world, (QT)![GL]

Alright, so imagine this: Your soul gets yeeted across the multiverse and you’re basically doomed to be the universe’s favorite punching bag. In every world, you’re the one who gets cheated on, betrayed, left for dead, or just generally treated like trash by some trashy male lead. Sounds like a major L, right? Well, enter Qiao Zhi—the ultimate girlfriend who said, “Not on my watch, destiny, you funky little troll.” See, her one true love, Gu Yangjin (affectionately known as Gu’er), had her soul shattered into a billion pieces and scattered across who-knows-how-many worlds. And in every single one of these worlds? Gu’er is living her worst life. I’m talking getting cuckolded, being the tragic villainess who gets played, or just straight-up being the side character who gets offed before chapter five. The universe really said, “Let’s give this girl every imaginable villain origin story.” But Qiao Zhi? Oh, she’s not having it. She’s basically the OP MC with main character energy so strong it breaks the fourth wall—and the system’s sanity. She jumps into each world like, “Ayo, which pathetic scumbag thinks he’s gonna mess with my woman today?” and then proceeds to absolutely demolish the plot. Entertainment world? She’ll become Gu’er’s ultimate simp and manager, exposing the male lead’s lies on live TV. ABO universe? She’s the Alpha who’s like, “Sorry, that S-tier Male Lead can step aside—this Omega is mine.” Cultivation realm? She’ll break the heavens just to make sure her wife isn’t forced into some toxic dual cultivation contract. Superpowers? Magic? Interstellar?? Honey, she’s there. And she is not subtle. And the best part? Every version of Gu’er is different. Sometimes she’s soft and needs protecting; other times she’s the grumpy villainess who doesn’t trust anyone (until Qiao Zhi melts that icy heart, ofc). And Qiao Zhi? She’s the definition of down bad. She’s usually the one wearing the pants (or the armor, or the space suit), but let’s be real—she’s such a simp for her wife that she’ll totally let Gu’er take charge when the mood strikes. Ahem. As she saves Gu’er again and again, she’s also collecting pieces of her soul. It’s like the world’s most dramatic and romantic scavenger hunt. But why was Gu’er’s soul shattered? Who even is Qiao Zhi, really? Why does she have so much power? Girl, we don’t know! The mystery is part of the fun! So if you’re into stories where one woman says “screw the script” and goes full superhero girlfriend mode across infinite dimensions, with plenty of fluff, teasing, and “oh wow they’re so gay” moments… buckle up. This is about to be your next hyperfixation. >It’s 1 V 1. The heroine, Gu Yangjin’s soul has been scattered into countless worlds and Our MC, Qiao Zhi, with her mysterious background and powers will transmigrate into those countless worlds and change the forced will of the destiny cast upon her Gu’er and let her live a happy life. (Of course, with her only.) >There is no fixed Top or Bottom between the two of them but Qiao Zhi is definitely the dominant type but she loves her wife too much and sometimes lets herself get dominated by her, hehehe…. >My Original Book, Read and Enjoy!
Saim_Hossain · 337.7k Views

Payback with the Don

Broken and betrayed by those she loved and cared for, Scarlett wants revenge. A revenge that drove her into making a deal with the king of Dons—Xavier Grey. A ruthless and cold-hearted Don whose past held dark secrets that made him the man he was today. The initial deal was no love, just pleasure. But Scarlett began to develop feelings for him, feelings that could forever destroy her. Because in his world, where blood is shed mercilessly and only the strong survive, there’s no room for emotions. ^^^^^^^^^^ “We could make it work, Xavier,” I cried out. “Just give it a chance, pl……” My heart leaped out of my chest when he slowly looked up at me, instantly shutting me up. Those eyes—dark, empty, yet beautiful. I once feared them with everything in me, and now that fear was coming back. Cutting through my airway. I shivered backwards. “Please…” I whispered, clinching to the fragile garment on my aching chest. “The deal is over,” his cold voice broke through. “Get the fuck out of my house.” He spoke, and I felt my heart shatter into a thousand pieces. ************** “Don’t even think of it,” Damien’s voice broke in. “You can’t possibly be falling in love with her.” He spoke with a serious expression, but I could still see it—the lurking fear hidden in his eyes as he paced about. “You know what happens when you fall in love, or even have anything to do with a girl,” he said again. “It’s best not to reopen closed wounds…” “Yeah, thanks for the reminder,” I replied sarcastically before walking out. His voice trailed behind me— calling me back, but I didn’t look back. Not for once. I fucking hate this world. I can’t wait for it to all be over. ^^^^^^^^^^^^ Strictly adult content. Read with caution. Dark romance. Dark secrets. Dark revenge.
Smiley_k · 51k Views

The Bride of the Storm Lord: Stormborne's Desire

(WARNING: MATURE CONTENT!!!) "You're going to be the death of me Aurelia." He muttered to her. "Valerian pls...am tired. You need to calm yourself." For heavens sake, he just made her have three orgasms while sore from the previous night. And he's seriously not trying to make her have the fourth one...is he? Breathing hardly now, his eyes locked on her lips. "You know that this one is your fault." "My fault?" She asked in shock. "What did I even do?" "You seduced me." He said and Aurelia was stunned speechless. With an erotic deep sound, valerian quickly descended his head as his mouth devoured hers with renewed vigour and primal hunger. It was as if he were so starved for her taste and was ravenous for her again. ****** In a land divided by elements and ruled by powerful lords blessed by ancient gods- Ignarion- god of fire. Vireon -god of storms. Caelion- god of wind. Neryth-goddess of ice and water. And Thalor- god of earth. Every alliance forged and every oath sworn carries the weight of divine power... and ancient prophecy. For centuries, each lord has coveted more power, more dominion, and more control. One spark is all it takes to ignite war. Born of fire, Aurelia Flameborne was once the pride and beloved daughter of Ashmere. A beautiful warrior princess, destined for greatness and betrothed to Neris Winterbourne, the cold and noble Lord of Winter. All of that shatters the day the witch Ishara curses her. After the devastating War of Ashmere, Her face becomes scarred, her magic fractures, and her family locks her away in the tallest tower, too ashamed to let the world see what she has become. Even her fiancé, the Lord of Winter, abandons her for another. But destiny refuses to let her fade. When whispers from the North threaten to end her engagement, Aurelia's heart shatters. But before her world crumbles completely, a storm rises. Valerian Stormborne, the ambitious and enigmatic Lord of Thunder, steps forward to claim her. Now bound to a tempest, Aurelia finds herself caught in a whirlwind of betrayal, political games, and the unexpected warmth of love from her tempestuous husband… and her husband's son who calls her mother. But beneath the surface of mortal schemes, the gods begin to stir. Buried deep in the ashes of Caelmont lies an ancient prophecy: A child blessed by all five gods, born of powers that should never mix, will either unite the fractured realms… or bring about their ruin. Now, every Lord wants that child. Every kingdom seeks to control fate. But the gods? They have plans of their own. Now Aurelia stands at the center of obsession and war. The Lord of Winter who rejected her wants her back. The Lord of Wind hides desire behind a cunning smile. Her sister, plots from the shadows. And Valerian, the man who swore she'd "never be a wife," to him begins to burn for her with a passion he cannot control. Caught between storms, gods, and a love that could destroy kingdoms, Aurelia must rise—or the realms will fall.
Unique_A · 305.2k Views

Proper Heiress by Day, Motorcycle Girl by Night

[Hidebound Older Man VS Two-Faced Heiress: Daddy-Type + Seductress + An Old House on Fire] Everyone in Aethelgard says, a man should marry a woman from the West Family. The eldest daughter of the West Family is gentle and virtuous, a sought-after prize in high society. On the eve of her engagement. Her fiancé cheated on her. Willow West, having played the good girl for so long, decides she's done pretending. Fueled by alcohol, she finds a handsome man. Just one wall away from the scumbag ex and his mistress. The next day, she wakes up to her world collapsing. She had slept with the circle's famous 'older man'—Aiden Pierce, her dear uncle's best friend. Her impression of Aiden Pierce wasn't very good. Years ago, when she was having her first romance, she had tried to sneak a kiss with her young boyfriend, only for Aiden Pierce to report her to her uncle before their lips could even meet. The Aiden Pierce of today is even more dull—celibate and restrained, with everyone from his secretary to his assistant being male, and zero romantic scandals to his name. He's nothing short of a hidebound traditionalist! Willow West wants to escape. Aiden Pierce's well-defined hand grips her chin. "Miss West, a man's virtue is still virtue. You must take responsibility for me." * Aiden Pierce, who had practiced self-restraint for thirty years, was captured by Willow West—a woman gentle and demure in public, yet passionate and daring in private. Everyone thought Willow West was a good girl. Only Aiden Pierce knew that behind closed doors, the young woman not only smoked and drank but was also a cool, badass biker. * The assistant has recently noticed a change in the workaholic President Pierce. Not only is he hitting the gym three times a week, but his style has also shifted from uniform high-end suits to a different streetwear brand for every day of the week. His once stern and unsmiling face now frequently breaks into a smile. Even his eternally unchanged screensaver has been replaced. It's now a picture of a sexy, wavy-haired beauty in a black biker suit, holding a cigarette and sitting on a motorcycle!
Cheng Xiaohuai · 103.7k Views