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From Ashes to Ashes

For centuries, the Eferim known as Anastasia has known only two truths: the cold of the chain and the heat of her master’s fist. A broken angel with sorrowful violet eyes, her very soul has been twisted by a lifetime of abuse, shaping her into a creature who craves submission and whose unique power turns pain into a pleasure she has never been allowed to feel. When her cruel sire, a brutish lord from the Patriarchs of Ash, abandons her in the forgotten dungeons of his keep, she is left to a final, silent death—to unravel and "return to ash once more." But her end is interrupted by a beginning. Vashti, the Unbowed, one of the thirteen primordial daughters of Lilith, arrives to dispense bored justice upon the petty lord who dared poach from her lands. After effortlessly turning the male Eferim and his guards to dust, a faint whisper of suffering leads her to the darkness below the keep. There, she discovers the chained, beautiful creature, and the moment she shatters Anastasia’s bonds, their souls collide. It is a psychic resonance of perfect, ancient dominance meeting a bottomless, desperate need for submission—a lock finding its one true key. Whisking Anastasia away from the cold stone of her prison to the dark opulence of a gothic manor, Vashti begins a dangerous re-education. She sees not a victim, but a flawless instrument waiting to be played by a master’s hand. In this gilded cage of velvet shadows and unspoken rules, Anastasia is introduced to a world of ritual, discipline, and a sacred power exchange that promises to transform her trauma into ecstasy. Under Vashti’s possessive, meticulous control, she begins to learn that her submission is not a weakness to be exploited, but a profound power to be wielded. But Vashti’s actions have consequences. The Patriarchs of Ash do not suffer the loss of one of their own lightly and send a cruel inquisitor to challenge the Matriarch’s power, an enemy who represents the very brutality Anastasia has just escaped. As the outside world threatens to shatter their burgeoning, obsessive bond, Anastasia must choose between the cowering creature she was and the devoted, dangerous consort she is becoming. Her past has come to reclaim her, but it will first have to face the unbowed will of her new Mistress. Combining the obsessive intimacy of *Carmilla* with the fated supernatural politics of *Twilight*, this is a steamy, sapphic gothic romance where the deepest scars hide the most profound pleasures, and the only thing more dangerous than a monster's wrath is her love. A/N: The chapters are rather long (approx. 3,000 - 5,000+ words).
Mistveil · 8.9k Views

Pureblood's riftbound bride

For generations, the Southern Sun-Realm has lived in the golden warmth of the Starwind lineage. But as the sun begins to dim and the ancient "Void" stir in the corners of the world, a terrifying prophecy emerges: Only a Spirit born of Sun and tempered by Frost can hold back the Great Dark. Elissa Starwind, the youngest Princess of the South, is seen by her court as a failure. Unlike her siblings, whose light is a roaring furnace, Elissa’s "White Flame" is a mere flicker—pale, cold, and seemingly useless. When the prophecy demands a union between the Sun and the North, her father sees an opportunity to discard his "weakest" child. Elissa is sold as a Tithe to the Witch-Kingdom of Aethelgard, wed by blood-contract to the most feared predator in the frost-lands: Alistair D’Valtheron. Alistair is a Pure-blooded Vampire Prince, a being of refined hunger with crystalline, incandescent blue eyes that prove his mastery over his own monstrous nature. As time passes Alistair discovers that Elissa’s "weakness" is actually a different kind of power: a purity that doesn't just burn shadows, but heals the very fabric of reality. As the Moon moves to smother the Sun, the "Weakest Princess" must become the North’s greatest weapon. To save her brother, her husband, and her kingdom, Elissa Starwind must decide if she will remain a flickering candle or become the bonfire that consumes the darkness—even if it means losing her humanity in the process.
scorpion_sh · 9.4k Views

Surrendered To The Lord Of Sin

Married to a feared Lord of Sin, a witch must survive his hunger and unravel the truth about his power and her own destiny. Lucrezia Bathory has lived as an outcast from her pack until married to the rumored Devil’s Incarnate of Dreadwyn. A land built on souls of the dead and the throne of human bones—an ugly creature of the dark with sharp fangs, claws, and a monstrous form—known to eat the flesh of the innocent, and drink the marrow of the wicked. To protect her family and House Bathory, Lucrezia carries the cross as sacrifice to prove her birthright. But who knew the creature wedded wasn't as described in the tome as ‘ugly’ but a Sin destined to lure her astray. A Daydream disguised as a Nightmare, and a Nightmare of many colors. *** EXCERPT “You want to know what I want?” He stepped forward, pinning her gaze deep into his bright hazel eyes, reminding her sanity she just treaded the wrong question. When he drew closer, she stepped back, heart drumming loud that its rhythmic sound replaced the sudden silence sealed with heat, until the back of her legs hit the table behind, taking her weight along its surface. Gods… she was only wearing a silk night gown, and the windows were perfectly closed, hearth warm enough against the cold yet she was burning. “I can’t breathe, Lucreiza,” He pronounced her name like a sinful prayer, and she gulped, her mouth almost hanging from delusion. “I can't breathe because you’re fucking me with your scent. I’m going crazy with every passing second I breathe, and seeing you like this, utterly bare, makes me want to make you beg.” It was so short, but she could feel every power, every restrian, every pleasure, just by words alone. How insane can it drive her, were determined by her reaction. Unknown emotions she has never felt before, emotions that heated and chilled her all at the same time. A gasp escaped her lips when he pressed closer, and her legs parted unconsciously, conceding to his unexpressed demand. Now she was pinned in between the body of a monster. One whom she should fear, but felt… expectation? He leaned in and she stuttered a breath, throwing her head back as his fangs grazed her skin in a manner that’s supposed to make her crawl. Run. But instead, it made her desperate. “You don't know even half of what I want, half of what I need.” At this point, Lucreiza’s mind was a totally mess that nothing else registered apart from what he was doing to her. “I’m not just the monster you should fear, witch. I’m the Devil you should deny,” That was the thing… she couldn’t reject him. Fear him. Stir clear. Run. Nothing else made sense to her apart from the burning flames in her chest, the one she never knew when exactly it transpired. The world seemed to cease when she opened her mouth and uttered the damnation, that even the heavens screamed warning from above. “Y-yes,” she whispered, voice hanging from ecstasy. “M-Make me b-beg,” PS: MATURED CONTENT. #webnovel
Ace_zza · 114.1k Views

Bound To The Demon Prince Of Erendale.

WARNING: MATURE AUDIENCE ONLY. "You're mine, Witch." His voice hardened. "Your life that I saved? The one that would've been WASTED if I hadn't acted? Belongs to ME. And you will do only as I please, exactly as I say, until-" "Over my dead body!" I hissed, suddenly filled with anger. "That can be arranged," Hans said easily. Then with a smile that was anything but pleasant: "Or you can steal for me instead. Kill for me, if I tell you to. Either way, you stay where I can see you. Night and day." "I'm no puppet." I held his silver gaze with a glare. "And I'm definitely no murderer." "No, but you're a thief. One that's now forever indebted to me." ~•|•~ She steals power. This time, she stole the wrong one. ~•|•~ The Black Market of Erendale runs on the trade of magic ripped from its owners and sold to the highest bidder. Eclipse knows the game. As a Siphoner, a rare witch who can drain abilities with a touch, she survives by robbing the powerful and selling to the even more powerful... until she accidentally takes the essence of Hans de la Mort, the demon of Erendale himself. Crossing him should mean death. Instead, he offers her a deal: she'll return his power when the time is right, and until then, she and her siphoning abilities belong to him. She was his prisoner. His prey. And dangerously, the one who made his demon want to play. Every job she's forced to do pulls them closer to danger-and closer to each other. But when Eclipse uncovers a plot to overthrow him, she's faced with an impossible choice: return his power and lose the only leverage keeping her alive... or keep it, and risk losing everything. Including him.
Mel_writes · 2.2k Views