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Five Chambers of Red Dancer [BL]

Disclaimer: The backstories of the characters is full of trauma, depression, gore, Violence etc. Characters are morally complex. *** VOL-1 When the Moon is declared unreachable, most people lower their gaze. Except Crown Prince Isaiah. His obsession with the mysterious Red Moon began on a night when the infamous figure saved the very people who attempted to assassinate him but instead of seeking revenge or capturing the traitors, Isaiah found himself chasing the one person. But Isaiah didn't know the truth at that time. The Red Moon he pursued was a legend named Crimson Moon Waterfall — A Courtesan known for his unmatched beauty, his forbidden dance, and his unrivalled strength. And thus, The butterfly has decided to chase the impossible. But the impossible has decided to run. VOL-2 When their relationship took a good turn, the world's future took bad turn. Will their newly formed relationship last in the dark era of Apollyon? VOL-3 The peace was restored in the world, but not in their relationship... Secrets, lies, and old conflicts began to rise. The legend Isaiah chased was never as simple as he believed. his beloved moon was connected to the same existence who once killed him. And as the truth slowly unfolds, their past returns to crush everything they built. Yet everything ended in a very unexpected way. **** I upload every week on Saturday ( Except the last week of every month. ) Extra tags: #Obsession #Slow Burn #psychological #weaktostrong #complicated power dynamic #betrayal #apocalypse #reincarnation (This is also going to be slight reverse harem.) *** If you want to talk about this book please join the discord server! Discord Server link: https://discord.gg/6W5FBsRwc
EXbiHERE · 22.3k Views

A DUKE'S CRIMSON SCANDAL

Lucien's control was fraying. He watched Elian's shoulders shake, watched fat tears roll down those flushed cheeks as the younger man tried—and failed—to hold back broken sobs. The sight should have disgusted him. Instead, it ignited something feral in his chest. "Be quiet, Elian," Lucien warned, voice low and strained. Elian's head snapped up, eyes blazing through the tears. "No! I will not be quiet!" His voice cracked, raw and defiant. "I demand you let me go. Set me—ah!" Lucien moved before he could think. In one brutal motion, he slammed Elian against the nearest wall, the impact knocking the breath from both of them. Elian's back hit stone with a dull thud, his wrists pinned above his head by one of Lucien's large hands. "Be quiet," Lucien hissed again, forehead pressed against Elian's, their breaths mingling hot and desperate. Elian whimpered, twisting uselessly in his grip. "You monster… you—" Lucien's mouth crashed down on his. It wasn't gentle. It wasn't a kiss—it was a claim. Hard, punishing, devouring. Elian gasped into it, the sound swallowed instantly as Lucien pressed closer, body caging him completely against the cold wall. The taste of salt from Elian's tears mixed with something sweeter, something that made Lucien's blood roar. Elian struggled for half a second… then his lips parted on a broken moan. Lucien pulled back just enough to growl against his mouth, "I said be quiet." But Elian—trembling, furious, aching—only whispered back, voice wrecked: "Make me." **** Some truths are worth killing for. ​Son of a traitor, Elian Morel was meant to burn in the Duke's dungeon. Instead, the ruthless Duke Lucien pulls him from the darkness and keeps him locked in his private wing—close enough to watch, to touch, to break. Elian hides a dangerous gift: with one touch, he can drag out the truth behind any lie. Lucien is cold precision and merciless control, a man bound by a royal betrothal and secrets of his own. But the more he tries to possess Elian, the more his iron restraint begins to crack. In a world of court intrigue and deadly politics, their charged proximity turns into something darker—something hungry. Every defiance, every forced confession, every lingering gaze pushes them closer to the edge. Between captor and captive, hatred and desire, a forbidden bond begins to form. One that could destroy them both. Power, obsession, and a love that defies the throne.
Rosegold_n · 135.6k Views

A Thousand Years of Brass and Blood

- A Thousand Years of Brass and Blood is the sequel to When Rome Stood Firm. - The Eternal City no longer rests on seven hills. It rests on steam pipes, iron rails, and secrets buried five centuries deep. The year is 1000 AD. The New Roman Empire stands at the zenith of human civilization. Navis Aeria airships rule the skies. The Via Ferrea connects continents in days. The Fila Aetheria carries the pulse of commerce and command to every corner of an empire stretching from Britannia to the borders of Serica. Five great pillars hold this machine in balance: the Emperor, the forty-two provincial houses, the Senate, the Church, and the Collegium Aethericum whose mastery of Aether technology has made every wonder of this age possible. But the most magnificent machines are the ones that hide how badly they are breaking. An emergency aetherogramma arrives through the Fila Aetheria's most classified channel: Iberia has erupted in open rebellion. To the Senate it is another fire to extinguish with legions and logistics. But Emperor Aurelius II knows something the Senate does not. Something he will not explain even to his own son. Something that makes this rebellion different from every uprising that has come before. The Emperor departs for the frontier. All Fila Aetheria access to Iberia is severed. All Via Ferrea connections cut. Rome is left in silence. And silence, in a city this vast, is never merely quiet. It is pressure building behind a sealed door. Aurelius II leaves Rome in the hands of Romulus III: Caesar, twenty-one years old, heir to five centuries of glory, now trusted with a throne he was never meant to occupy this soon. Under the guidance of Aelius Tacitus, Imperial Historian of seventy years and keeper of everything the empire has preferred not to display, Romulus must hold the capital together while the wolves of the Senate sharpen their questions and seven hundred unanswered aetherogrammata pile up in the palace signal room. Because the rebellion in Iberia is not asking for land or lower taxes. It is asking a question so fundamental that the empire has not been forced to answer it in five hundred years. A question about blood. About legitimacy. About whether the throne at the center of the world is sitting on the foundation everyone believes it is. The Five Pillars are beginning to fracture. Secrets buried deep enough to have been almost forgotten are running out of patience. And Aelius Tacitus, who has spent forty years writing the history of the empire's founding, knows that the past is never simply the past. It is a map. And maps, in the right hands, are weapons. Civil war is coming. One empire. One rebellion. One truth that will unmake everything. Patreon: https://patreon.com/WRSFTheImperialArchives?utm_medium=unknown&utm_source=join_link&utm_campaign=creatorshare_creator&utm_content=copyLink
ariel_18 · 6.6k Views