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The fate of the shadow

⚠️ Warning: This story is for readers over 18 only. It may contain some mature scenes, emotional tension, and logical content. Please read at your own discretion and responsibility.Written by: Ninel Nastasya Anna Also known as Writer Oriniska "The Fate of the Shadow" is an original creation by Ninel Nastasya Anna. This story is protected under copyright law. Unauthorized use, duplication, or translation is strictly forbidden. © 2025, Ninel Nastasya Anna. All rights reserved. ) Alia is a brave and intelligent woman with many hidden secrets buried deep within her family and identity. In her quest to uncover the truth, she embarks on a dangerous mission where she crosses paths with Viktor, a mysterious man with a dark and shadowy past. As their lives intertwine, a complex relationship develops—full of trust, betrayal, love, and conflict. Dark Romance Dual Life and Secret Missions Action, Thriller, and Adventure Mafia and Underworld Royal and Traditional Background Betrayal and Revenge Drug Trade and the Dark World Intense Chemistry and Psychological Conflict Power Struggles and Control Loyalty versus Duty Character Profile —আলিয়া Alia Skills Summary A versatile warrior and intelligence operative, proficient in physical, psychological, and technological warfare. Skilled in martial arts such as Taekwondo, Krav Maga, and Jiu-Jitsu, with expert hand-to-hand combat abilities. Highly skilled in firearms handling — precise control over sniper rifles, handguns, submachine guns (SMGs), and other specialized weapons. Expert in psychological warfare, capable of destabilizing and confusing opponents through mental tactics. Proficient in advanced technology and cyber espionage — adept at hacking, breaking encryption, bypassing cybersecurity measures, and operating drones and spy tools for covert surveillance and intelligence gathering. There may be 18+ content here, so please read carefully even if you are an adult.
Oriniska · 84.1k Views

Claimed by the vampire prince

Content Warning: Contains mature themes that may be unsuitable for underaged readers. Excerpt Ragnar finally looked up. His eyes roamed her face, then dropped lower and lingered just a second too long. “Careful, princess. Keep taunting me like that and I’ll start thinking you like our nightly sparring.” “And if I did?” Her voice was soft now. Almost playful. “Would you stop pretending that you don't like it when I challenge you?” He rose from his seat slowly until he stood toe to toe with her. “Tell me something, Circe.” She tilted her chin up. “What?” “If I kissed you right now… Would you slap me, stab me, or kiss me back?” Her breath hitched. “That depends.” “On?” “How good the kiss is.” A pause. Something hummed between them, something neither of them dared name. Ragnar’s gaze dropped to her mouth. “Do you want me to find out?” She smiled, slow and wicked. “Make it worth the risk.” **** She was forced to marry the man who led the attack on her people. After her father is murdered, Circe is forced to leave her home and become a prisoner of the enemy. When she is taken to the enemy territory, she expects to be tortured physically in every way imaginable. But what she hadn't expected was for the vampire king to offer her up as a bride to his illegitimate son, the very same man that had her people slaughtered. It was a fate worse than torture. With her little brother's life on the line and with nowhere to run, Circe is forced to succumb to her fate. Right then she vowed in the name of her dead father to bring her husband to his knees. She would have her revenge, even if it meant destroying herself in the process. From the first time Prince Ragnar laid eyes on Circe, he knew she was going to be trouble. But trouble had never looked so intriguing. She was a puzzle he couldn't solve and that fact only drew him closer. Like a moth to a flame, she threatened to consume him. She would be his very own demise. Circe's presence in Lamora awoke something sinister, a malicious entity roaming the lands. From dusk till dawn, the streets of Lamora becomes engulfed in a strange fog and from within the voice of a woman can be heard. Anyone who wanders out at night when the fog comes, vanishes seemingly without a trace. Never to be found again. what happens when Circe's brother becomes a victim of this evil presence? What happens when Circe has no other choice but to team up with her husband, who she despises, in order to find the truth behind the disappearances and the evil magic plaguing their lands.
Blessing_Nwodo_16 · 103.5k Views

Soldier to General in a Fantasy World, But… My Army? Harem?!

⚠️ Content Warning This story contains R18+ elements, including sexual content, gore, psychological themes, mature conquest strategies, and ecchi situations. It is written with a focus on realism in war, leadership, and survival, blending historical inspiration with fantasy conquest. Reader discretion is advised. Alexander Reyasu, a decorated Colonel, spent thirty-five years fighting wars where politicians claimed glory and soldiers filled the graves. On Earth, war was political, self-serving, economical, and monetized for profit. What he craved was conquest, strategy, the thrill of commanding armies like the great conquerors of history, all for the glory. Now sixty and drowning in boredom in an owned cabin, he installs a nostalgic game from his youth: War Dominion IX. When the screen flashes.. [ SUMMONING REQUEST VERIFIED ] [ INITIALIZING CROSS-WORLD SUMMONING PROTOCOL. ] his cabin and everything around him explodes in light. When the dust clears, Alexander awakens not on Earth but in another world, The World of War Dominion. called Gaia. Reborn in the body of his 27-year-old prime, clad only in cartoon boxers and a “World Conqueror” t-shirt, he crashes into a desperate village full of pointy eared women whose on the brink of annihilation. The villagers prayed for a general, a commander. Instead, they got a soldier with the heart of a conqueror. Armed with nothing but his Ephone—a smartphone with War Dominion interface that can summon real weapons, artifacts, and soldiers. Alexander, Introducing himself as General Aexl, feels the old hunger stir once more. This world doesn't need to protecting. It is daring him to conquer it. To the villagers, he is salvation, a remnant echo of the legendary conqueror General Ae. To himself, this is conquest. He has already conquered this game before with a weapon of mouse and keyboards. This time the world and the war is real, weapon this time is a smartphone “…And as a dark threat gathers beyond the horizon, Aexl must decide whether he will rise as Gaia’s ultimate conqueror or be swallowed whole by the world he seeks to rule. With the help of Eldenthyr’s warriors Lyssa, the proud golden-haired village chief, burdened by her people’s survival yet carrying within her blood an inheritance she cannot imagine, one tied to Eldenthyr’s broken ruling lineage; Selene, a black-haired cold widow turned swordswoman whose blood calls her to what she truly is; Mereia, her silver-haired mother, a matron whose lineage hides a dormant power that once shaped kingdoms; Juvia, the purple-haired guardian of Lyssa, playful and intelligent yet carrying the key to something hidden; and Maevra, the Silver-haired merchant whose sly deals always cost more than coin, They all have a role to play as Aexl steps into a broken lineage once meant to rule. Can he revive what was lost, or will Eldenthyr’s legacy die with him?* But.. When he opens the War Dominion app, four glowing tabs appear: [ Weapons ] [ Artifacts ] [ Scrolls ] [ Units ] One tap on [Units] freezes him. Rows of silhouettes stare back, their names hidden in shadows… except a few: [ Busty Berserker Warriors ] [ Valkyrie Warriors ] [ Aphrodite’s Legion ] “What kind of army is this?” Aexl mutters. “Are we supposed to conquer this world with seduction?” The age of conquest has begun, and his army? Harem?
Mythrillz · 1.8k Views

Building a Modern Nation in a Fantasy World

Moe, a recent graduate from a prestigious university, is on the hunt for a job when fate takes an unexpected turn. After acing a crucial interview, he finds himself in a life-altering accident that transmigrated him into a Fantasy world. After transmigration, instead of gaining extraordinary powers, he awakens in the body of Arthur Jr., an incompetent king ruling over the small kingdom of Keldoria. In a realm where magic is commonplace, Arthur Jr. is unable to wield any magic abilities, leaving him at a significant disadvantage. However, armed with the authority of a king and the knowledge of modern society he will transform the small kingdom of Keldoria into a advance nation where technology and magic coexist. ------------------------------------------------------------------------- -----Disclaimer------- This is a pure kingdom-building story that emphasizes the economy and technological advancements of a nation rather than magic or the strength of a single individual. This is also a slow-progression story(Slow burn!!!), focusing on governance, development, and strategy. While the pacing may feel slow, I will ensure that each chapter remains engaging and immersive. Readers who prefer fast-paced stories with an overpowered protagonist from the start may find this novel different from their usual preferences. Expect a strong focus on macroeconomics rather than microeconomics, as this story revolves around building and managing an entire kingdom rather than running a single business. The protagonist will not possess overpowered abilities or cheats such as system, but will rely on his intelligence, knowledge, and authority as a ruler to shape his kingdom’s future. It is my first time ever to write a novel so to be honest, I use AI to enhanced/rewrite my writing. However the idea, world building, concept and everything else is written by me and me alone. So reader who enjoy 100% Human work I am sorry to disappoint you, however I don't use AI by giving it idea prompt and copy pasting the result but I write on my own then I use AI to enhance my writing style and making it more enjoyable to read. Thus the writing may involved AI but it is 100% human idea and concept. Hope you enjoy!!!!
Moe_that_Hate_Name · 847.5k Views

The King's Gambit: The Bastard Son Returns

So, what’s this novel about? Think 'Squid Game' meets 'Game of Thrones'. ✧˖°── .✦───☼༺☆༻☾───✦.── °˖✧ In a kingdom where the crown is not passed by blood. Even a prince must earn it and even a peasant can claim it. Keiser was a knight of the royal brigade, one of the first commoners ever to reach the final trial of the King’s Gambit. A brutal tradition decided the kingdom’s next king. While nobles trained their entire lives for it, Keiser… born with no mana, rose through grit, loyalty, and unyielding strength. At his side stood Prince Gideon Aury Valemont, the king’s fourth son, who had seemingly renounced his own claim to support Keiser. Or so Keiser believed. It was in the final trial that the truth revealed its fangs. Keiser had been nothing but a pawn. Gideon had used him as a shield, a decoy to draw assassins and rivals, all while secretly paving his own path to the throne. In the trial, a candidate’s kingmaker must either make the ultimate sacrifice or betray their chosen king and seize the throne. Gideon chose the crown. Bloodied and broken, Keiser knelt, impaled by the very sword Gideon gifted to him. A blade forged from the core of a dragon he had once sworn to free, now twisted into the instrument of his death. Smoke curled from seared flesh, sigils burned into his skin by the hand he once trusted most. As numbness dulled the pain, he raised his gaze... And beheld Gideon, crowned in gold and betrayal... a serpent in royal silk, enthroned by treachery and gilded lies. In that final breath, Keiser understood. The King’s Gambit had never been about valor or justice. It was a masquerade of shadows, where victory belonged not to the strongest... but to the most ruthless deceiver. But death was not his end. Keiser awakens in the body of Muzio Auro Valemont, the king’s disgraced tenth prince, long-missing bastard son, doomed to die before the Gambit even begins. To stop history from repeating, Keiser must find the man he once was, must convince his former self that betrayal is coming, that Gideon will drive into his back the very blade forged from the dragon he once freed. Even if it means entering the Trials again in a body too weak to hold a sword. Even if it means bleeding himself dry to keep pace with his mind. Even if it means turning to the forbidden art of Blood Scripting. Keiser---now Muzio, must train, scheme, and survive... Not as the knight who flew too close to the sun, But as the bastard son hidden in its shadow. He no longer seeks the crown. He seeks to destroy all who dare to wear it. ༻✦༺  ༻✧༺ ༻✦༺ Unofficial tags are: #Transmigration, #Regression #TimeTravel, #BodySwap #IdentityRebirth #MagicSystem #Greek/Latin/Symbols/Weird-Magic-System, #BloodMagic #ForbiddenArts #StrongToWeak / #WeakToStrong, #Trial-by-Succession, #FoundFamily #Mystery, #HorrorElements, #Elves, #Dragons, #Fae, #Sirens, ━⋅•⋅⊰∙∘☽༓☾∘∙⊱⋅•⋅━ If any of that caught your interest, give the story a try, and hopefully you'll find it better than expected.
seinsi · 243.6k Views

The Dragon's Heart: Unspoken Passion

To the world, Princess Ilaria of Caelwyn is a bride of duty. To her heart, she is a woman desperately chasing the love of the husband who will not look her way. All she ever wanted was for him to care; for him to turn his gaze toward her with the same fervor she carried in her heart. No matter how many times he pushed her away, no matter how cold the silence between them became, she never gave up. Not once did she allow herself to see him as someone unworthy of her love. To her, he was always worth it. And when love at last took root, when it bloomed against every storm that tried to tear them apart; when two hearts finally found each other and dared to beat as one...fate, as cruel and merciless as it is, reminded them that there were forces even love could never conquer. --EXCERPT-- Levan pressed his lips to her temple, his lips trembling as though the kiss itself might shatter him. One hand cradled her face with the kind of gentleness he had never shown anyone, while the other threaded weakly through her hair, trying futilely to soothe the sobs wracking his wife's body. His breath break unevenly, his eyes were shut tight, as if by closing them he could pretend this moment would never come. As if the world might let them stay this way forever. As if the reality of it all could be discarded just so that they could live however they wanted. He let his mouth fall against her cheek and linger there, tasting the salt of her tears as though they were his own. He did not move for a long while...because if this sorrow was the final piece of her he was allowed to carry, he wanted to etch it into his very soul. He wanted to remember the way she shook in his arms. He wanted to remember the sound of her muffled cries. He wanted to remember the warmth of her skin pressed so desperately against him. He wanted to remember her as his wife; his beloved. "Live, my love," he whispered, his voice raw and breaking, the words choking out of him like a prayer he could barely force past his throat. He buried his face against her hair so she would not see the tears spilling freely down his cheeks. "Even if it's far from me…live." --×-- Here if you like SLOW BURN angsty romance. ps: I'm still learning how to write using webnovel formatting TT
yonanae · 14k Views