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Etched Oblivion

Etched Oblivion: Some truths were never meant for human minds. When seventeen-year-old Silas Crane moves into a new apartment for the third time in four years, he finds a thin, yellow book on the shelf. No title on the spine. No author's name. Just a deep, bruised yellow cover and pages that feel older than they should. He leaves it alone for three weeks. Then one rainy Tuesday night, he opens it. He wakes up on the floor with no memory of what happened, only the cold carpet against his cheek, a book that has closed itself, and a mirror that shows him something wrong. His hair, dark brown the night before, is now completely white. His left eye is the same brown it has always been. His right eye is gold . And somewhere behind it, settled like sediment in still water, is the truth of everything, every secret the universe has ever kept, every mechanism behind reality, every name of every thing that existed before names. The complete, unfiltered archive of existence, poured into a seventeen-year-old boy who just couldn't sleep. Now Silas sees things. Names floating above strangers' heads. Dates he understands without being told what they mean. The private, invisible weight that every person carries without knowing anyone can see it. He can control it most of the time. He can keep the door closed, almost always. But the thing that gave him everything isn't finished with him yet. It visits him in dreams. It calls him a vessel. It tells him that no one was supposed to survive the reading. That he is an anomaly. That he is interesting. And in a school corridor in East London, there is a girl named Nora Calloway, sharp, quiet, perceptive in ways that unsettle him, who noticed his shadow was wrong before she ever noticed his white hair. Who brings him tea without being asked?. Who holds his hand when the weight of knowing becomes too much and doesn't let go until he's ready. He looked at her date the first chance he got. It was far away. Impossibly, beautifully far. He's been holding onto that ever since. Etched Oblivion is a story about carrying something you can't put down, being seen by someone you're afraid to let look, and what it means to stay yourself when the entire universe is living inside your head.
salaar_irfan · 4.1k Views

Bound To Four Alpha Anchors

In Aethelgard, a world where humans and supernatural beings coexist under strict laws and the color of a wolf’s coat determines their worth, Nevaeh Reed is an outcast. Branded a Harbinger of Death by the superstitious Vicious Fangs Pack, she has spent years being blamed for tragedies she didn’t cause. For Nevaeh, the Awakening Ceremony is her only hope for redemption, a chance to prove a high-class wolf lives within her and finally silence those who treat her as a curse. But when the moment arrives, Nevaeh fails to awaken her wolf and is branded taint and wolfless. The misery deepens that same night when a mate bond snaps into place, tethering her to Axel Maximilian, the Alpha heir. Forced to choose between a cursed mate and his birthright, Axel rejects her in front of the entire pack, leaving a broken Nevaeh to face immediate execution. After narrowly escaping death, Nevaeh is rescued by Dewan Althorin, Alpha of the Moon Howlers. Her world collapses further when she wakes to find a second mate bond has anchored her to Dewan, followed by a third with the arrival of the Hybrid King, Kallos Hawthorne, revealing her true identity and the possibility of a fourth mate. Nevaeh is an Ugnis, the legendary Red Wolf of myth. Her power is so vast it cannot be contained by a single mate. It requires four separate mate bonds to serve as anchors. Without them, her wolf remains locked and can never awaken. With them, she becomes an unstoppable force of nature. Now, Nevaeh must find her mysterious fourth mate, who holds the final key to unlocking her powers, decide whether the first mate who once cast her aside is worth reclaiming, and navigate a web of deadly schemes. — — — — — — — — Excerpt: The more she moaned, the harder they worked. Her cries fueled them, spurring them on. Axel suckled deeper, his tongue flicking over her peaked nipple in a rapid, relentless rhythm. Caelum matched him, his mouth forming a slow, insistent pull that made her feel as though her breast might vanish into him entirely. “Fuck, she’s drenched,” Kallos rasped as he pulled back, his eyes glinting in the low light. “Hold her open for me, Dewan.” Dewan’s strong hands wrapped around her thighs and pushed them wider, spreading her and baring her completely to Kallos’s hungry gaze. Instinctively, Nevaeh tried to clamp her legs together, a futile reflex against the raw vulnerability of the moment. "Don't let her," Kallos ordered, his voice rough. Dewan’s grip didn’t budge. He leaned closer, his breath warm against her knee. “Relax, little flame. He’s about to give you exactly what your body’s been begging for...” HAPPY READING!
MsBunma · 17.5k Views