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System Tearstone: Crimson Heart

Three realms. Six sins. A curse system older than history itself—twisted and eternal. Every villain was once a broken child, flickering alone like a candle in the dark. Kirihito Orohana—later reborn as Wèi Yīlíng—was that child: cursed from birth, fated to turn love into ruin and hatred into legend. A desperate soul chasing warmth and existence, blinded by beauty and power. Neither savior nor destroyer, he is a storm—twisting a system forged by a divine being for punishment, disguised as a yokai. Even his gentlest self cannot fathom the depth of what he must become. Five fates bind him—by blood, betrayal, faith, and a cruel mission carved into his soul. One is his other half: Jiǎng Língxi. Another cherishes the innocence he hides: Xio Zhan. And yet another dares to embrace the darkness he cannot deny: Qīngdào Wùji. In a world where heroes bleed and love itself becomes a curse, every choice cuts sharper than any sword. Will he obey his secret mission… or risk it all for fleeting warmth—for a love that lives even thirty breaths long? A tale of rebirth, obsession, and divine decay—where desire burns slow, longing scars deep, and every step toward light only sharpens the night. Genres & Themes: ◆Slow-burn devotion ◆Forbidden soul bond ◆Morally gray lovers ◆ Fallen god ◆ Emotional curse system & slow torture ◆Tragic localities ◆ Cursed intimacy ◆Sect betrayal ◆ Heavy fate themes ◆Reincarnation ◆Dark cultivation Note: This story is a work of fiction. Any references to “gods” or mythic beings are purely for creative worldbuilding and have no relation to real religious beliefs or deities. It was written with respect for all faiths and a deep love for storytelling. ♡
YanYeXin · 72.4k Views

Illusive Eden - He Pretends He's the Hero

Neva and Rhett—two young souls—find their heartstrings woven in love. But just as passion and peace begin to bloom, fate intervenes. Bleak, haunting circumstances scatter blades across their romance, threatening to tear them apart. Ishmael—a man with a heart of thorns—yearns to mend the wound of losing Neva. And in the end, rays of love and joy filter through the clouds of horror that darken his world—as Neva appears before him once more. Twisted fate entangles them all, revealing the Game of Sphere, as misery scorches their souls. A concealed life beyond turns its pages—one after another—gathering sin and virtue, tragedy and fortune, strength and frailty, creation, love... and hate. Illusion is where we live—in the garden of Eden before the fall of man. Illusion is serenity—an evermore sanguine of love. The vision of paradise in the New Earth sows hope deep in the soul. The delusory pleasures of this world ignite the flames that burn in oceans of fire. Illusive Eden is rapture. Illusive Eden is tragedy. The fall of man—even now bleeds red. The whisper whirls the dawn of a man—he who pretends to be the hero. --- The girl who once vowed to be his forever Now forbids him to ever appear. She refuses to recognize him, Disregarding all he ever was. He vows to protect her. Yet he is the terrifying truth she prays is a lie. He trips her, rips her apart— He's the living tragedy looming over her life. He once was her Elayne, now her hiraeth. He is the villain—pretending to be the hero. --- The Lord is the way— Steady through the wilderness. The King is the truth— Burning through the lies. The Father is the life— Breathing spirit into dust. She kneels before the Ruler, The God who shaped galaxies— He has called her a poet. Her tongue shall be anointed. Her poetry shall be the rivers of His word. She will scatter seeds in broken fields, And He will send the sun. He will send the rain. He will draw the roots down deep. He yields to the Ruler, The God of blazing holiness— He has called him a soldier. His fists shall be unclenched. The sword of the Spirit rests in his grip. He will shield the sower of the seeds, As storms rise against the harvest. His strength will be not his own, But drawn from the marrow of grace. This faith shall shake the mountains, For He has conquered the filth of the flesh. This flame will cleanse the shadows. For He has defeated the darkness. This love shall live on for eternity, For He has overcome the mortal world.
NehaPriaa · 259.2k Views

Fated To Three, Betrayed By All… Until She Rose.

The Moon Goddess made a mistake— or maybe this was a curse just like everyone says it is. But I always knew deep down that I was never meant to be theirs. They belonged to her. To my twin sister, Chalice, who was sweet. Perfect. Worshipped by the entire pack… and pure venom behind closed doors. The three brothers— Zevran, Kael, and Caelum— hate me with a fire that burns hotter than the bond tying us together. And I know because I see it in their eyes… I feel it in the way their burning touch lingers a second too long. They despise me. Just like everyone else does. But they want me. And no matter how much I try to stay away, the mate bond keeps dragging me back into their world of heat, power, hatred and danger. Maybe, I should leave… I know. But fate plays a cruel game. And as truths unravel and secrets come to light, the triplets— the ones who once despised me— now see me for who I am. Now, they want me— unabashedly. But by the time they realize this, it is a little too late. I’ve been broken by them a little too much. And I am done being anyone’s pawn. ~*~ “We want you, Leilani… we always have. Always would. Please take this as our way of saying sorry. For everything, for not believing you… for letting our judgements be clouded by…” Caelum said softly, his voice trailing off, his breath warm and ticklish against my fingers that he brought up to his lips as his other hand found the warm spot between my thighs. My eyes snagged on his full lips— pink and inviting; But they’d been kissed by another. And I don’t do leftovers. I sighed exasperatedly, shaking my head to rid myself of this pitiful sight and clenching my legs together to force his hands out. He didn’t budge. “No.” I said sharply, my voice coming out stronger than I expected especially with their bodies pressed against mine, and their lips creating sparks across my body. “I’m done. Go back to Chalice… she suits you more than I ever did.” Kael’s voice vibrated through my body as he pressed himself flush against me. His brothers Caelum and Zevran leaned in too, their lips on the shell of my ears, one’s fingers grazing over my taut nipple. “I’ll burn the world, Leilani,” he growled, his voice deep. Threatening. “I’ll burn the entire world, if that’s what it takes to win you back.” “Then I'd like to see you after the world’s been successfully burnt down. Maybe then we’ll have this conversation.” I answered, and with that, I pushed their hands away and leapt off the cupboard. And as I walked out of the kitchen, I felt their eyes drilling holes into my back, hotter than a thousand lasers all at once. But I didn’t falter. I didn’t turn around. I was the monster they’d made. CONTENT WARNING: This book contains triggers and explicit scenes of abuse, Graphic violence and murder, explicit sexual activities, strong language and dark, obsessive romance. Readers discretion advised. ****
Ahvahh_ · 69.9k Views

Under Blood Moon

I ignored Liam and turned to Frankford. “Take me to her.” Frankford had a wisely knowing look in his eyes and he nodded his head at Liam. Liam’s face was hard and his jaw was tight. It was the same look he had when the two of them interrogated my father. I followed behind Frankford quickly, desperate to escape the awkwardness of being a foot away from someone who wanted me dead. As we moved back towards the bedrooms I started to grow nervous. I actually hadn’t thought this plan too many steps further. I was still in my pajamas and Val’s bedroom was kind of a place that felt nerve-wrecking to be near. We made it to the door and Frankford gestured for me to go in. I avoided the daring and observant look on his face. It was unlike him to be so smug, but I had asked for this so he couldn’t be blamed. I pushed the door open without knocking and let it creak closed behind me. Val’s room was dark with thick curtains blocking most of the light. Her scent flooded every inch of it and I squinted in the dimness, trying to decipher where she was. My heart was thumping so loud I could feel it in my throat. The bed was large with four posts going all the way up to the ceiling, also draped in curtains but thinner ones. I inched closer to the bed, staying at least a foot away. Finally I saw her, hair wild and unkempt from sleep. Her shirt was slipping down her shoulder, exposing smooth olive skin. My heart wouldn’t stop racing wildly and I took a breath to try and steel my nerves. “Va-” Before I could even finish her name, she jumped up terrified and wild until she locked eyes on me. Her eyes filled with a shock first as she looked me up and down hastily, as though she wasn’t certain if I was really standing there or not. I noticed the state of her and an increasingly familiar sense of guilt crawled up my spine. She looked impossibly tired. Sunken eye bags were so dark they were noticeable without the need for any light. It occurred to me this could be part of the reason Liam hated my guts also. I swallowed the thump of my heartbeat in my throat as Val climbed out of the bed and walked around it towards me. Her proximity overwhelmed my senses. The woods, fir trees and pinecones and fall. Her starving eyes ran rampant over my face and down my body. She looked like she was in physical pain from having me so close. Finally, she turned away from me and took a breath. The skin at the base of her back was exposed. Taught with muscles that were all tensed. Finally she grabbed something from the edge of her bed and turned back to me. “Put this on.” Her voice was gravelly from the sleep but she looked serious. I opened my mouth to question her but the agony dripping on her voice stopped me. “Please Liana.”
DahliaODowling · 11.8k Views