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You Linger Too Deep | Omegaverse

“The more I resist you— the deeper you settle.” He was never meant to want an Omega. Not because he refused, but because his body never allowed him to. Vyn is the “Untouchable Ace” of AXIOM—an elite S-Class Alpha defined by cold precision and absolute, frigid control. He maintains his status by hiding a volatile truth: a pheromone disorder that turns every Omega’s scent into a sensory assault—a biological glitch his instincts reject, violently and completely. A fated bond was never an option. Desire, a possibility he forced himself to bury beneath the glitz of the stage. Until Elio. The ethereal center of the rising group ELYS, Elio is a haunting paradox. An S-Class Omega—warm, angelic, and adored—yet beneath the idol’s glow, he remains a 'defective' rarity. He is searching for his own answers in an industry that demands nothing less than perfection. The moment they collide, Vyn’s system doesn’t just break—it rewires. It isn’t the rejection he expected, it’s something far more dangerous. A starving, magnetic pull. A hunger that defies every instinct he has spent a lifetime perfecting. He fights it. He claws at his own nature. But in the end, he always crawls back. In an industry built on power, perfection, and carefully buried truths, rivalry turns personal, desire turns obsessive, and control begins to slip. Because while Vyn is struggling against something his body was never meant to feel—Elio is chasing answers…and a past that was never meant to be uncovered. And the deeper Vyn falls into something he cannot name—the more it becomes clear.. what exists between them feels dangerously wrong. Not instinct. Something far more dangerous. And he lingers far deeper than he should. — Hello! I’m so excited to finally share this story with you. Before you take the plunge, I have a little confession: I’m quite new to the Omegaverse! I’m doing my absolute best to write this without making it sound like a complex manual, so please bear with me as I find my footing in this world of scents and soulmates. I’m learning the "rules" right along with you! A fair warning: This isn't your average fluffy romance. Things are going to get sensual, intense, and dark. If you like your love stories with a bit of a wicked edge, you’re in the right place. Please don't be a silent reader! If these characters are making your heart race (or making you scream), leave a comment. Your feedback is the only thing keeping me sane while I navigate this dark, spicy world. I hope you love the chaos! ~khloeberry
khloeberry · 40 Views

Sundered Souls

From the age of four, Haruto has borne the weight of a life destined for sacrifice. During the Third Great Shinobi War, he lost both of his parents, and his infant younger brother perished alongside them, leaving young Haruto to face a world of shinobi clans, hidden powers, and political intrigue alone. At eight, he also lost his twin sister, and soon after, he and his twin brother were separated, forcing him to navigate a life filled with enemies, uncertainty, and betrayal. By twelve, Haruto is no ordinary boy. Haunted by past losses and thrust into deadly conflicts, he must survive relentless hunters, uncover the treachery of trusted leaders, and confront enemies that strike from both shadow and light. Alongside friends—and secret allies whose loyalty is tested to the extreme—he fights to restore peace while struggling with the heavy burden of responsibility no child should bear. Even as victories are won, dark forces stir. Hidden rebellions, ruthless political schemers, and mysterious powers from beyond the known world threaten everything he holds dear. With each mission, Haruto learns that true strength isn’t just skill—it’s the courage to protect those you love, even when the world seems determined to tear them away. As Haruto grows, so do the scale of his battles. Friends lost, secrets unraveling, and enemies waiting in every corner, he must prepare for a war that could change the very balance of his world—and discover the truth behind his own mysterious powers before it’s too late.
In_Official2 · 67.3k Views

WHITEFALL

In a universe where worlds are not conquered—but earned—humanity survives by turning planets into battlegrounds. Every world is ranked. Every creature evolves. Every victory reshapes the stars. And at sixteen, every citizen must enter the system… or be left behind. David Wyn was never meant to stand out. The son of independent explorers, he was raised on the edges of civilization—taught how to observe, adapt, and survive. But when his parents vanish on a volatile world called Verdalis, they leave behind something far more dangerous than answers: A book that should not exist. A voice that should not speak. And a system that does not belong to any known bloodline. At the Academy—the proving ground for humanity’s future—power is everything. The Twelve rule by lineage. Heirs bend elements, command shadows, and carry legacies written in conquest. And those without a crest? They’re expected to fall in line… or fall behind. David does neither. When his awakening is masked as a failure, he becomes invisible to the very system that defines strength. But hidden power doesn’t stay hidden. Not when monsters evolve mid-battle. Not when planets shift under the weight of a single decision. And not when the strongest bloodlines begin to notice… something is wrong. On Kharos Vale, a training mission turns into a nightmare. A predator consumes its own kind and becomes something greater. An ecosystem begins to spiral. And David makes a choice that changes everything. He doesn’t fight to win. He fights to stop collapse. Now the system is watching. The heirs are questioning. And something older than the Concord has begun to stir. Because David wasn’t chosen by lineage. He wasn’t granted power. He was permitted. And in a universe where strength determines who owns entire worlds— David Wyn may become the one thing no system can classify.
D_R_Sweet · 25.1k Views

Before The First Word

Disclaimer: [Slow Burn], [Prose Heavy] Before God spoke the first word, something else was already there. Before the angels were made, before the Heavenly Host drew their first breath, before the seventy-two were bound and the wars were fought and the prayers were written -- there was something sleeping in the bedrock of the world. Something that had culled the primordial chaos down to silence, that had cleared the void so completely that when God arrived, He built His entire creation in the space it left behind. It did not know this. It was asleep. It has been asleep for longer than history has words for. Until an archaeologist with a family secret she'd rather not think about falls through the wrong floor in the Negev desert -- and something that predates the concept of morning opens its eyes. His name is Vothanael, Elkaius in some translations, and in some, He is the Primordial Extinction. He has no language, no framework, no model of what he is. He does not know that the stone wall beside his resting place holds layers of pre-language scripture, the deepest of which contains a message from God Himself -- a confession, a grief, and an instruction nobody has carried out yet. He does not know that the Heavenly Host and the Seventy-Two Demons have been at war for centuries in the world above him. He does not know that both sides are about to find out he exists. What he knows is this: there is a woman with stone dust on her hands who gave him the word for sun on the first morning, and a house that is becoming something he does not have a word for yet, and a wall full of things written for him before writing existed. He is learning the words. One by one. Carefully. *The war above him is about to become very inconsequential in the grand scheme of things*
KaI_AlistaiR · 42.3k 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 · 327.5k Views