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Blackthorn Under Hellfire

In a world where demons rule and humanity lingers in the shadows, society is strictly divided. Demons are categorized into three castes: Big Horns, extremely rare and overwhelmingly powerful; Medium Horns, the ambitious middle class; and Small Horns, the common people or demons if you will. Meanwhile, humans live in segregated communities, their very existence dictated by an invisible force known as Life Essence—the intoxicating energy they emit, the substance demons crave. For the safety of both species, humans and demons lead entirely separate lives. Expect for Cassidy "Cass" Veyne, because bro wanted to be different. Born to a powerful Big Horn father and a human mother, Cass is not a demon. He has no horns, no demonic energy, and—most baffling of all—no Life Essence to feed on. Or at least that's what he has been told his whole life. He’s an anomaly in a world that lives on strict order. But his father, a high-ranking noble in demon society, refuses to let him live among humans. Instead, Cass is forced into Blackthorn Academy (fire name I know), an elite private school meant for the most powerful demons in the country or the ones with the most money. From the moment he steps inside, Cass doesn’t belong. No horns. No power. No fear radiating from him like the others. The students whisper behind his back. Teachers look at him like a puzzle. Some demons want to test him. Others want to break him. At the top of Blackthorn’s social hierarchy is Nathaniel "Nate" Azrael, the student body president, the most feared Big Horn in the school, and the heir to a long lineage of royalty. His dark curling horns, piercing silver eyes, and suffocating aura make even strong demons tremble. Cold, ruthless, and untouchable, Nate thrives on domination and fear—it’s his nature. Cass is the only one who doesn’t flinch under his gaze. He isn’t afraid of him. And for the first time, Nate doesn’t know whether he wants to destroy Cass… or claim him. A forbidden love between two people who should never have met. A boy trapped between two worlds, struggling to prove he belongs. And a dangerous, undeniable pull between a fearless outcast and the demon who feeds on fear itself. This is Blackthorn under hellfire by yours truly.
Chloe_Bryant · 16k Views

Ghost in the palace

Ananya never expected death to bring her into another life. One moment, she was running her parents’ restaurant in the modern world. The next, she opened her eyes in silk robes, surrounded by hostile stares — the Queen Consort of the empire. But this body was cursed in everyone’s eyes. The Emperor loathed her. The mistress laughed at her. And the court whispered behind her back. Only she wasn’t truly alone. > “Finally, someone can see us!” “What kind of Queen Consort are you, so calm even with ghosts in your chamber?” “Shut up, Wei Rong, let her breathe. She looks like she’s about to faint.” Three ghosts — a stoic scholar, a brash general, and a mischievous noble girl — lingered at her side. They were invisible to all but her. And with them, she learned to survive the poisonous palace. When rumors spread that she was cursed, Ananya stood before the empire’s court. Instead of tears, she offered proof. Instead of fear, she offered dignity. > “If Heaven believes I am cursed, let the fire and smoke betray me. I will not hide.” And Heaven sided with her. Outside the palace, crises struck — starving soldiers, missing supplies, merchants growing fat from stolen grain. Inside, Lady Zhen, the Emperor’s favored mistress, grew bolder by the day, flaunting her beauty and mocking Ananya’s quiet grace. > “Sister, do you still dream of winning His Majesty’s heart? Look at you — plain, dull, unworthy.” “If simplicity is a crime, then let it be mine,” Ananya answered, unshaken. The Emperor indulged Lady Zhen openly… but in the silence of night, he tasted Ananya’s food, lingered at her table, and found himself unsettled by her calm. > “This is not palace fare,” he muttered. “It is lighter,” Ananya replied softly. “Easier to sleep after.” Step by step, conspiracy thickened. At a grand banquet, a poisoned cup was placed in Ananya’s hand. But a ghost’s laugh echoed in her ear — and the cup was swapped. A dancer collapsed instead. From that night on, the Emperor’s gaze changed. He began to notice the woman who never begged for favor, never fought for attention, yet always endured. Still, war brewed at the borders. Betrayals reached even the throne. Assassins crept through the palace halls. And the one person who seemed weakest became the calm at the center of the storm. Through whispered secrets, mischievous hauntings, and quiet resilience, Ananya carved her place in the empire. She would not simply survive. She would rise. And the Emperor who once despised her would one day whisper only her name.
Ashima_Mahajan_ · 219.7k 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 · 235.8k Views

Wolf Princess Sold to the Dragon King

"Take me instead." Three words. Guinevere Lunaris trades herself and saves 300 lives. Tied. Gagged. Underestimated by a mile. They chain her to a tree in the snow. Mistake. While running for her life, she meets a stranger in the dark and tells him to hide so he isn’t killed. Twelve hours later, he walks into her father's hall wearing a crown. The man she just told to hide in a hole is Maddox Drakencrest, High King of Velkaris. Ruler of an entire continent. Maddox hears his dragon say ‘mate’ right away. But her wolf is silent. More and more Alpha Kings enter the hall. She catches the tail end of her father’s toast and chokes on her wine. "—leave here with a virgin bride." An auction for her hand turns into a full-out bidding war. Maddox wins. 750 million in gold, three dragon fleets, and an urn full of the bastard who chained her the day before. Every force in Velkaris is betting against a wolf on a dragon throne. The Elders say the queen must be a dragon rider, which is impossible for a woman without dragon blood. The king's half-brother agrees with them, but his solution is a civil war and taking the crown for himself. If his brother’s rebellion wins, Maddox dies and she belongs to him. If the elders win, she goes back to the father who sold her. Neither is happening. Her wolf calls Velkaris home. She's not giving it up. They expect Guinevere to behave like a good little wolf princess and play along with their political games. She says bet.
TheLoneQuill · 943.9k Views