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Traces of You

Ayaan never believed in things he couldn’t explain this remained until Noor entered his life. Loving her didn’t feel complicated, It was effortless. Something in his carefully controlled world had quietly fallen into place. She brought warmth where there was none, chaos where everything had always been too still. With her, things made sense in a way they never had before. And then, slowly, smothing begins to shift. At first, it was nothing he could point to. Small things. The way she’d pause mid-sentence, like she has forgotten what came next. The way her expressions didn’t quite match the moment. Sometimes she felt completely present while other times, strangely distant, like she was there and not there at the same time. No one else noticed this subtle change. But Ayaan did. The more he paid attention, the harder it became to ignore. There was something off, something he couldn’t explain, no matter how hard he tried to reason through it. And the more he searched for answers, the more everything began to blur. Memory, emotion, even reality itself. There were moments he couldn’t explain. Thoughts that didn’t feel like his own. A quiet, unsettling feeling that this wasn’t the first time he had been here or felt this way or lived through something like this before. What started as concern slowly turned into obsession. Because whatever was happening to Noor— it wasn’t just about her. And the truth waiting beneath it all wasn’t something Ayaan was ready to face. _______ "I tried," he says, his voice low almost breaking."I did everything I could." Noor looks at him. There is no anger in her eyes.No fear,just tiredness. "I know' Her fingers shift slightly in his grasp.For a moment she just watches him like she's seeing him for the last time. Then very gently, she says" You didn't save me, Ayaan" His grip tightens." Don't say that." She smiles faintly. “I remember loving you… I just can’t feel it anymore.” A pause. "You changed me."
_Bailey_ · 495 Views

Be The Anchor To My Striker

After a simple extraction mission, Kenneth makes a dire mistake that wipes out his entire team. Left alone and bleeding out, Kenneth has no choice but to pray to a higher being in hopes of getting a second chance at life. Luckily for him, his prayers are answered as he finds himself in the body of a man who has the same name as him! Now, faced with a strange world he is unfamiliar with, all he can do is follow the previous owners' wishes to enter the infamous military academy Toleran and become a renowned Anchor. The problem is finding a Striker to pair with. In comes Lucien Saint-James, the captain of the third division and a high-class Striker with whom he has the highest compatibility. The problem is, whenever Lucien is around, he gets this uncontrollable urge to bring him to his knees, not to mention that he doesn’t care for his arrogant attitude either. Now, Kenneth faces a dilemma. If he ever hopes to make it out of this academy alive and realize the dreams of the original Kenneth, he will have to suck up his pride and learn to hide his urges if he wants to make it out in one piece. Oh, and did he mention he had to deal with monsters and mystical beasts too?! ****************************************** Excerpt: “Kiss me.” Kenneth blinked. “What—“ “You heard me. Do it. Now.” Anger flashed in his eyes yet his body moved before his brain could tell him to stop. He reached for the Striker and their lips met. Kenneth poured his energy into Lucien, filling the barren pit inside his mind, giving him enough juice to keep going. The two pulled away, and Lucien’s steely eyes met his, holding him in place. “You always look like you hate anchoring me, but then you get that blissful look on your face that screams ‘I want more’. It’s cute.” Kenneth felt an unbearable urge to slap the smug smile off his face. But since now wasn’t the time to commit acts of violence against his pair. He held himself back. He would deal with him properly later. “Eat shit, captain.” Was all he said before sending him off. ****** A guideverse story with a little twist, hot and cold romance with a whole lot of slow burn (emphasis on burn because the MC refuses to admit his feelings, the stubborn fool). TW: Trauma, survival’s guilt, and violence
NSCHAN · 544.1k Views

Shades Of The Exorcist's Smile

"I do not know who I should trust. What I see or what I feel?" Since the day Lìngxiāo was born, he has carried a strange condition that never lets him show pain or anger. As an independent exorcist with no controlling clan above him, he roams the land with three burning aims: to save the common people from darkness, to clear his own name—from his own father's murder—and to unravel the mystery behind the man who raised him before disappearing right after he learned to stand on his own. Was his father killed? Or was there something deeper than that? Who was that bloodless "uncle" who used to teach him what is distraction and what is destination? Were those teasing words—"A wave of pleasure"—something more than what he took too long to understand? Soon, his destiny took an unexpected turn. Not as who he used to be—but as a professional exorcist, his hometown Yún Xi calls him back. A town haunted by a Red Robe Ghost—where no exorcist who answered the call has ever survived. When Lìngxiāo arrives, a silent surprise awaits him. The souls were nineteen. The history held the deaths of twenty legendary family members. But wasn't it supposed to be only one ghost—the one hunting the very heir of the clan in nightmares? Or was there already someone else hunting Chóng Fēi? Within his discovery, he realizes: the ghosts were victims of another villain too. Now, roaming with no tongues to speak, they use every way they can to communicate with him. And the demonic energy he had felt before—the same trace of his uncle—he sensed it multiple times. Not only around himself. But around Chóng Fēi too. During his investigation—through a ballad of needles and fear, all for the sake of keeping the heir alive—the one-sided puppy love of Chóng Fēi grows into deep longing and love. It becomes his reason to walk slower. To share belongings. To share feelings. A mystery not older than the town itself. Yet no one knows it—except the ones who plotted it, sitting among them all along. There was more than one mastermind. The unknown one seems above the other too. Can someone who roots for power and legacy move for the songbird whose nature is flying around, singing quietly from a corner of a tree, searching for his origin? And...who even bothered enough to raise a hopeless boy without purpose and leave just when he had started to fly high and wanted to hear that simple "Do not worry, boy"? Let's find out on the surface of tears and smiles. Fall Of The Royal Blue: [BONE SIDE NOVEL: Coming after the whole series] Trying to make someone permanent against the rules was always one of the biggest mistakes anyone could ever make. At the time of 5AD, there were five gods who ruled the universe: Earth, Emotion, Death, Life, and Fate. The Lord of Earth was the highest of them all. Fate was the fifth-ranked god—known as Xiǎo Jiǎng. At his peak, his followers outnumbered the other three classes combined. His kindness was so overflowing that the afterlife became unbalanced: Heaven was full, and Hell was nearly empty. But during his era of greatest glory, while visiting a distant land in disguise, he met a young boy named Kagetsu—a boy who did not belong to that world. As time passed, Xiǎo Jiǎng fell for him. The boy melted his icy yet gentle heart. The Lord of Earth saw everything. Knew everything. But nothing showed in his gaze more than the vibrant leaf-green dimmed with something heavier. Until— Xiǎo Jiǎng broke the ultimate rule: he made a human immortal so they could stay together forever. And that was when he fell. The Lord of Earth ensured they would stay together and die together—until Xiǎo Jiǎng himself let go. And this life was the sum of all of it. A curse followed him into every timeline. Even this 33rd one, preparing for the right time to break all of them. This is the tale of a man's longest 33rd life. A man who kept falling and running kept running—until it ends, or begins, into someone else's epic. Package: 1 universe, 3 stories♡.
YanYeXin · 31.5k Views

My blood is yours

My Blood Is Yours — Rita Stevens used to believe in happily ever after. As a child, she dreamed of becoming a princess and finding her prince charming. But after losing her parents in a tragic accident, her older brother Eliot became the only family she had left. Years later, Eliot is attacked by a vampire—and Rita’s childhood dreams of a happy ending die with them. Now Rita has only one goal: find the vampire who hurt her brother. Her search leads her into The Circle, an exclusive club where the most powerful vampires in Asteria gather. Disguised as the seductive and fearless Rita Rain, she plans to charm her way into the vampire world and find someone powerful enough to help her uncover the truth. She never expected her first target to be Ezra Vlancur. Heir to one of the Three Great Vampire Families, Ezra is infamous for his cold nature, ruthless reputation, and dangerous temper. He is the last vampire Rita should trust—and the first one she needs. When Ezra chooses Rita as his personal entertainment for the night, she believes she can manipulate him into becoming her patron. But Ezra isn’t as easy to deceive as she thinks. As their dangerous attraction grows, Rita begins uncovering secrets about the Vlancur family, the attack on Eliot, and the mysterious vampire she’s spent years hunting. The closer she gets to the truth, the more she realizes that nothing about Ezra is what it seems. And when blood becomes the bond between them, Rita must face the one question she never expected to ask: What if the vampire she came to destroy is the one she was destined to belong to?
abigail1022 · 5.4k Views

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 · 238k Views

The Possessive Lord's Contract Wife

Eloise’s hand trembled as Damien closed the distance between them. “You know too much,” he said, his voice low yet threatening. “Then give me reason to keep your secret,” Eloise replied, her chin lifting with defiance. She had nothing to lose now with her father gone. Damien’s gaze softened, just enough to keep her confidence alive. “Be mine, Eloise. Only then will both our futures remain intact,” he accepted the proposal. *** Upon her bedridden father’s request, Eloise Wilkins travels to town to stay with her uncle’s family for the season. Whilst Elosie enjoys her stay, she is unaware of her uncle’s plans to steal the money her father has set aside for her to inherit after his death. One fateful night at a ball brings a shocking revelation about her father’s death, and the culprit behind it is someone she least expected. Before her uncle seals her fate, Eloise stumbles into a childhood friend whom she proposes to using a secret he needs to remain hidden to force him accept her offer. With the help of her new husband, could Eloise expose the truth behind her father’s death? … After a reunion with his childhood love, Damien Hawthorne does the unexpected and gets married to the ever-so-cheerful Eloise Wilkins. Damien uses his power to help Eloise expose her family’s deeds and reclaim what belongs to her. Given a second chance with Eloise, Damien doesn’t intend to let her slip between his fingers again.
Violet_167 · 556.1k Views