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In a world where power is built on blood, betrayal, and dark magic, the price of survival is steep. The great houses of the realm once ruled with iron fists but now, with the monarchy on its last breath, war is on the horizon. Each family seeks the throne, willing to deceive, manipulate, and spill blood to claim it. But something far worse stirs beneath their feet. A long-forgotten prophecy begins to unfold, tying the fates of these rival houses together. Ancient evils awaken in forbidden ruins, shadow demons whisper in the dark, and the dead refuse to stay buried. As supernatural horrors creep closer, noble heirs are forced into political marriages that may secure alliances or end in betrayal. Beyond the walls of wealth and power, the oppressed rise. The poor, long crushed under the heels of the nobility, are done waiting for justice. As rebellion brews in the streets and assassins strike, the realm is on the edge of chaos. Will the houses unite against the coming darkness, or will their thirst for spilling blood and power doom them all?

In a land held firm by ancient dynasties, where dragons once roamed, mothers tell their sons of the shining days of heroes. Beautiful knights would fearlessly ride out to slay evil in the name of their king. More than anything, this is the life Raphael desires for himself. He dreams fervently of the day when he can lay his sword at the feet of his king and stand between his people and the countless evils of the world. But, fate, it seems, has other plans for him. **SOME MATURE CONTENT (blood, gore, alcohol usage, mild language, suggestive themes)** Highest Ranking: #107 in Fantasy (October 2017) Special thanks to @Benee03 for an awesome cover!

"Come out, come out, wherever you are..." Calliope's breath shuddered as she pressed trembling fingers against her wound, trying to stifle the slow, relentless flow of blood. The dark crimson smeared her deep brown skin, glistening in the faint moonlight filtering through the trees. She bit her lip hard enough to draw blood, forcing herself not to cry out, even as the pain in her arm surged with each heartbeat. Her body was coiled in the shadows, hidden among the thick underbrush. The scent of damp earth filled her lungs as she crouched lower, her deep brown eyes flicking toward the faint beam of light where he stalked her. The trail of her blood, leading back to her, was a cruel betrayal-he'd see it soon enough. In the distance, his boots crunched on the gravel path, slow and deliberate, the sound crawling through the silence. His shotgun dragged behind him, the barrel scraping along the stones with a sharp, unsettling screech. His tan skin glowed under the night sky, brown hair falling messily over his forehead, casting shadows over his deep-set brown eyes, eyes that no longer held the warmth she once knew. "Callie, darling..." His voice rang out, taunting. It was a mockery of affection, twisted and sharp. "Come on out. You know you can't hide forever." He scanned the woods, his gaze erratic, desperate. His hands tightened around the shotgun, knuckles white as his eyes flared with hunger, the hunt fueling his madness. The stillness was thick, suffocating, but Calliope could feel the tremor in his voice, the impatience-he was unraveling. She swallowed hard, trying to quiet her heavy breathing, her heart hammering in her chest as he stepped closer, the smell of blood growing stronger around her. If he found her, there would be no telling what he would do. ------------- In which a predator hunts prey.

Eska's life has been shaped by the constant threat of the wilds and the even greater danger posed by the church. In their secluded home beyond the city walls, Eska was taught the skills to survive in a world teeming with monstrous creatures, her childhood marked by rigorous training, resourceful hunting and unyielding discipline. Beneath her exterior lies a dangerous secret: her mastery of Bloodcraft, a rare and forbidden magic that allows her to manipulate her own blood as a weapon. The church views her power as heresy, branding those like her as abominations. Their relentless hunt for Bloodcraft users has forced Eska and Oblea to live a life of quiet exile, far from the safety of the towering walls that protect humanity. But the wilds are unforgiving, and no amount of isolation can keep Eska hidden forever. As whispers of her existence reach dangerous ears, Eska's carefully constructed world begins to unravel and her survival skills are put to the ultimate test. *** The story is finished but I'll be posting the chapters daily!

I shakily reached for his hand and he stood, gently pulling me up with him. My gaze bounced between each of the six eyes on the mask and I got frustrated, wanting to make real eye contact with him. Vessel noticed my slight scowl and paused for a second before wearily pushing his hood back and unbuckling his mask, letting it fall to rest in his other palm. His long, shaggy black hair fell immediately into his eyes, blocking my line of sight to a majority of his face. I lean slightly away from him. "Are... Are you sure?..." I didn't want him to feel pressured to show me who he was, but I was dying to see the real him. "Promise you won't panic...?" That took me aback. Panic? Why? I furrowed my brows, confused. I nodded. "Yeah, why would I pa-" He tilted his head up and brushed his hair from his face. Six. There were still six. I panicked.

-ˋˏ ༻𖤓༺ ˎˊ- -ˋˏ ༻𖤓༺ ˎˊ- -ˋˏ ༻𖤓༺ ˎˊ- Seren, born of divine lineage with the essence of the sun coursing through her blood and divine fire in her soul, stands apart from mortals of her realm. Living in solitude, she fulfills her sacred duty, guiding the world through the turning of the seasons. Marcel, a god-blessed prince with the power to rule, has earned his right to the throne, but the horrors of war have kept him away from his kingdom for years. Now, with the battles over and talks of peace in the air, Marcel returns home to face an even greater threat-the Black Wake, a force born from the remnants of a fallen god, now ravaging his land. Marcel has one request, a favor long promised to him by Seren before the war began. Despite her reluctance and better judgment, Seren answers his call. With her own agenda, she steps out of hiding to face the darkness alongside him. As they confront the corruption and unravel its origins, the tension between Seren and Marcel grows. Their relationship becomes a dangerous dance of attraction and resistance. Marcel's commanding nature clashes with Seren's defiant spirit, but their undeniable chemistry draws them closer. Their powers-his dark, her divine-complement one another in ways neither fully understands, bound together by a prophecy neither can yet decipher. -ˋˏ ༻𖤓༺ ˎˊ- #maturethemes #darkfantasyromance #basicallyjustsmut (18+!!!) I'm not really writing this seriously at the moment. Just kind of messing around, enjoy~

Hands held me to the ground. Multiple pairs of hands. Multiple faces. A grinning wolf. A razor sharp smile. Bloody lips. I felt their hands claw over my body like they were digging into my flesh. Nails scraped at my skin, knuckles pressed into my flesh. They were tearing me apart. Their fingers gnawed at me, wanting to devour me whole. Wanting to take a piece of me as they leaned over me from above. I watched them push and shove each other, grabbing my leg, an arm, my hair. I thrashed beneath them, screaming, but like always my voice was non-existent. ............................................................................ Princess Serri Bayor, did not expect to find herself wondering through the wild forest of Miran alone at night. After escaping the confines of the palace, the last thought on her mind was death. But now as she ventured further into the unknown territory she wondered what sort of death she would face. All her life she had been warn of what laid in this lush forest. What these towering trees have seen and witnessed beneath their bowing canopies. Suddenly marrying that hairy pig of a man seemed less disgusting. She wondered if turning back would be too late. Would her father kill her upon her arrival or would something else take her life and send her head back on a spike? Follow along as Princess Serri ventures off into a teaming forest filled with hungry killers, tempting eyes and twisted fates. Be forewarned though. This is no fairytale of a story.

"You're playing with fire Safania." "Good thing I don't burn." The last words he spoke before throwing me onto my bed sounded like a threat, but felt more like a promise. "You will." *** Don't get caught. Those are the three words Safania has lived by for the past five years. As a marked woman - easily identified by intricate bronze marks on her back and unpredictable special abilities - she has spent the past five years running from anyone who might exploit those abilities...especially the royal families who tortured marked women to build their empires. Starving, exhausted, and frozen, she collapses by the bank of a river just to wake up in her worst nightmare: the chambers of a prince. Prince Cassius is his father's first choice of his three brothers to ascend to the throne. He's smart, strategic, and stoic, unlike his corrupt and depraved brothers. There's just one problem: he has no interest in any of his proposed marital matches, and the King will only pick someone as his successor who he knows will carry on the family line. But once he meets Safania, he finds himself unable to imagine ruling the kingdom without her by his side. Can he convince her to trust him? *** Warning: this story contains mature and potentially triggering themes including domestic violence and sexual assault. Reader discretion is advised.

I woke to a sudden breeze invading the warmth from the heavy blanket that caressed my skin. Here, alone with my thoughts, the still, calm quiet in the atmosphere is almost painful. I feel suffocated in the clingy, static air. In quiet, still moments like these, I can almost feel Him. I don't know who "Him" is, but I can feel his presence. It's almost calming, especially on fearful, anxiety fueled nights. Usually, he was the strongest when I had a nightmare. The nightmares weren't as common now, but, right after everything happened, I was having them every night. I'd wake up and swear I was drenched in blood, my eyes and lips sticky, my nose filled with the smell of iron and fuel. After everything, that's when Him first came. From there, he just never left. I can usually sense when Him is near. Today, though, his presence is stronger. I can almost feel Him next to me, weighing down the mattress. Some nights, I roll over and imagine how he looks, envision his smile or the sparkle in his eyes. He's never there and I'm left clutching to the thought that he exists, staring into empty air. Tonight, though, I swear I can reach out and touch him. Extending my hand gently, I sweep my hand out into the darkness and meet an inexplicable warmth. A scream rips from my lungs as hands cover my face and two icy blue eyes stare back at me, daring me to speak again. A soft cloth caressed my nose and mouth before I felt myself fade into bed. All Rights Reserved. Contains graphic descriptions of violence and assault. Contains battle scene.

... Time for another one, I guess. As you can see, it's another story, another world for Zero tor travel around and flex his superiori- Wait no? NEVERMIND. Zero is here on babysitting duty- No I mean, he's bonding. Ah, he's here with his beloved daughter. An adventure between father and daughter? What could possibly go wrong!? Certainly not a bloodbath triggered by her crippling anxiety and homicidal tenancies!... Zero: Fuck off ... You've gone and jinxed it you asshole. You shouldn't be here bro 🗿...