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Mystery mix

It was my reflection... but it wasn't me. Her skin was pale, her expression colder, crueler - and her eyes glowed bright red. I took a shaky step backward, my eyes never leaving the mirror. My reflection didn't move. That's when I froze. She tilted her head - slow, deliberate - like a doll coming to life. Then suddenly- "Oh my gosh, just quit pretending already!" she snapped, stomping her foot. I flinched. The sound cracked through the silence like a gunshot, echoing in every direction. Her eyes locked onto mine. I couldn't move. There was something in her gaze - not anger, not hatred. Power. She was made of it. Radiating fear like heat off asphalt. She sighed, rolling her eyes with venomous boredom. "You're acting like she was your first kill," she said through gritted teeth. I just stared, my mouth open. Speechless. Because the worst part was... I wasn't sure she was wrong. After studying my expression, she smiled - slow and crooked - a satisfied grin that slithered down my spine. "Anyway," she said, casually brushing imaginary dust off her shoulder, "just thought it right to remind you of your most recent accidents before we note down your next one." My heart skipped. I furrowed my brow, searching her eyes - looking for any flicker of sarcasm, any crack in the madness. Nothing. **Mara Luther thought she was just another spoiled rich girl with a chaotic life. Then the world ripped everything from her hands. What rises from the ruins isn't a victim, but the long-buried truth: Mara is the reincarnation of an ancient empress whose return signals a storm the universe has been terrified of for centuries. Power is waking in her veins, old enemies are stirring, and destiny isn't offering her a crown... it's offering her a catastrophe.
CursedandCrowned · 549 Views

CROWNED IN CRIMSON

The night at the Lockwood estate was thick with the scent of jasmine and the unspoken weight of a hundred years. I stood on the balcony, the music from the ballroom fading into a haunting hum, and for a moment, the world felt still. Then, the air changed. Silas stepped out of the shadows, his presence a cooling balm to the fever of the evening. When he looked at me, it wasn’t just my face he saw—it was my soul, the broken parts I had tried so hard to hide. He reached out, his hand hovering near mine, hesitant, as if I were a fragile dream he was afraid to wake from. "You look like a memory," he whispered, his emerald eyes bright with a sorrow that mirrored my own. "But you feel like the future. I’ve spent a century in the dark, Lyra, just waiting for a light I didn't believe existed until I saw you." His touch was a soft frost, a promise of protection, a love that wanted to mend the cracks in my heart. For a heartbeat, I believed in miracles. I believed I could be more than the girl who survived the bridge. But then, a shadow cut through the moonlight. Jax was leaning against the stone railing, a glass of amber liquid in his hand and a smirk that felt like a blade. He didn't look at me with reverence; he looked at me with a hunger that made my blood sing in terror and desire. He stepped into my space, displacing the peace Silas had brought, smelling of woodsmoke and a dangerous, beautiful ruin. "Don't listen to him, little bird," Jax drawled, his blue eyes raking over me with a lethal intensity. "He wants to worship you in a cathedral of lies. I want to show you the truth. My brother loves the saint he thinks you are. I love the chaos I know is hidden beneath that pretty skin." He leaned down, his breath warm against my ear, a stark contrast to Silas’s chill. "He’ll catch your fall, Lyra. But I’m the one who will teach you how to fly in the dark." I stood between them—the moon and the storm. One offered a sanctuary built on secrets; the other offered a throne built on blood. And as I looked from the emerald gaze of the man who wanted to save me to the icy stare of the man who wanted to claim me, I realized the terrifying truth. I didn't just look like the woman who destroyed them. I was the spark that would finally set their world on fire. In the shadow of Mystic Ridge, the hunt for a heart has begun. One love will crown her. The other will bleed her dry.
Lolochou · 4.5k Views

The Scorned Luna

Trigger Warning: This story contains dark themes, including abuse, non-consensual situations, emotional trauma, humiliation, and violence. Reader discretion is advised. °°°°° “I will make you suffer, mate. I’ll break you until the only escape you have is to end your own life,” he hissed, shoving her backward. “Undress, get on the bed, and get on all fours!” •••••••••••••• Sofia was considered a burden and was never loved because she weighed a few pounds more than what was considered the perfect slender figure. Her younger sister, Lola, was the apple of everyone’s eye—the complete opposite of Sofia. Lola had it all: a beautiful face, a slim body, and she was even dating Damien, the soon-to-be Alpha. Everyone believed Lola was destined to be his mate. The future Luna. The perfect choice. Then fate turned cruel. Lola died, and Sofia was condemned for murder when a damning video showed her pushing Lola to her death. Overnight, she became a murderer in everyone’s eyes—even to Damien, the Alpha heir she secretly loved. On the day of her execution, Sofia is offered a choice. Die… Or live as a sex slave to the Alpha heir who hates her. Soon, word spread. Everyone heard about the famous Alpha Damien’s sex slave. Powerful men began to come forward—Alphas, Betas, and allies of the pack. Some were curious. Some wanted a taste of her. Others wanted to prove their strength by claiming what Damien despised. And with each passing day, the line of men grew longer. Then came the real trouble. Damien’s uncle stepped into the picture. A respected Alpha. Calm. Influential. A man no one ever questioned. From the moment he saw Sofia, his interest was clear. He wanted her—and unlike the others, he had the power to challenge Damien. Soon, Damien was no longer the only one laying claim to her. For the first time, he had a real rival.
Sugarlitics · 37.8k Views

MARK BY THE VAMPIRE: my possesive immortal won't let me go

He ran from love. He found eternity. Arav Kumar thought his biggest problem was surviving college in Bangkok. Then he stumbled into the jungle and met something that should only exist in nightmares—a vampire with crimson eyes who looked at him like he was coming home. *"I've been waiting a thousand years for you."* Now Arav is no longer human. He's something the supernatural world hasn't seen in millennia—a convergence bloodline with the power to reshape reality itself. Vampire speed. Witch magic. Shape-shifter instincts. Divine blood. Four impossible powers in one body that's supposed to be dead. But power makes you a target. **Ancient vampires want to own him.** **Obsessive princes want to possess him.** **The Vatican wants to destroy him.** **And the First Vampire—the creature who started it all—just woke up. And he's hungry.** Caught between a bonded mate who's loved him across lifetimes and a world that sees him as either weapon or trophy, Arav must survive supernatural politics, Vatican heists, and an obsessed vampire prince who'll burn down the world to make Arav his. **The bond says they're invincible together.** **Their enemies say that makes them twice as vulnerable.** In a world where immortality is currency and love is leverage, how do you protect what's already dead? How do you trust a bond that might have stolen your choice? And how do you fight when your enemy has literally been planning this for *three thousand years*? When your heart beats for someone who doesn't have a heartbeat, when your soul is bound to someone across infinite lifetimes, when ancient powers want to tear you apart and obsessive vampires want to claim you— *Love isn't just a choice. It's survival.* **One convergence vampire. One ancient bonded mate. A thousand enemies. And zero time left.** Because in the supernatural world, forever doesn't mean safe. It means you have eternity to lose everything that matters. *A dark paranormal romance where immortality meets destiny, obsession wears a charming face, and the only thing more dangerous than falling in love with a vampire... is being the one vampire everyone wants to own.* **Enemies converging. Powers awakening. Time running out.** The question isn't whether they'll survive. It's whether their love will.
BLUE_BUTTERFLY · 3.2k Views