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Growing up in chaos isn't simple for all. Not many could cope. They would struggle and kick, but ultimately drown. However, for Dakota, that was his normality. Torturing. Maiming. Killing. That was his life, the life of a hunter. The Arizona line was elusive, written fame in the lore of hunters, and infamy for their prey. They were the best. No one could ever compare to their skills, their abilities, their ruthlessness. But Dakota was something else. His siblings might have learnt to enjoy the hunt, well most of them anyway, but Dakota didn't. There was always something missing for him, something he was waiting on. Silent and everlasting hope. A promise had been made to him, the day his twin brother was stolen, taken by the enemy, plucked right from the very home the Arizonas had grown up in. A promise of something better, something that he might actually want in his life. Now, almost sixteen years later, something was coming. A change was begging to be found. Maybe it would be for the best. Maybe Dakota would finally find that certain something that had been missing his whole life, something to fill the dark and fractured abyss that ached and wailed within. But nothing was ever that simple. Because, of course, the promise that had been made to Dakota would never be anything plausible for him, anything tangible to have and to hold. He had been promised a new life, by the greatest enemy of them all. It wouldn't be easy. Not with his family still clinging to his heels, the teachings of blood and violence burnt into his mind. No, leaving them behind wouldn't ever be easy. Then again, staying with them would only bring his inevitable death. Why not take the chance to die happy? After all, out of the ashes, a phoenix will rise...

[BOOK 1] Not Edited - For the edited version see my bio Aquilam and Ignis, two clans fighting each other for more than a thousand years now. A place where everyone had a pair of wings. We were all hybrids, but with two different kinds of wings. You could have either have bird wings or the one of a dragon. For me, my wings were everything. They were my life, my freedom, and my pride. But after my father's betrayed the King, all our family was also treated as traitors. Our punishment? HELL Every day, as soon as I woke up in the morning until I went to sleep at night, the shadow of my father betrayal always haunted me. He made our lives pitiful. One day, I had enough, so I ran. I ran hating my dad for what he did to us, to ME. A hybrid like me had no chance of surviving in the wild. Not after THAT. This was now my life, trying to survive and resist this incredible and exquisite smell so close yet so far.

Have you ever thought about what would happen if the devil fell in love with a sixteen year old asexual who was as innocent as a new born? Probably not. But I have and so this is why this story exist. You're welcome. It begins with Satan himself hunting down a demon with a cocky smirk and may end a little differently than you would expect. It's full of cute moments, action scenes and maybe a couple sad feels, BUT it most definitely ends happily. Now before I give up spoilers I'm going to end it with a warning. It does contain mild language, but that's about it. Enjoy!

L U C I F E R' S L O V E Lucifer has never known love. He's been beaten all his life. Told that he's worthless, but one day he escapes his abuse. He goes to the police. They capture his abuser's, and on the day to testify, they escape. Lucifer must be placed into witness protection, and they place him in a boys home. Mercury's Home For Unstable Individuals. He's hiding amongst criminals, and his thoughts are to get out as fast as possible, so why is it that he finds himself drawn to every boy? Will he choose them when he's finally free to explore the world?

Insanity was bred in the pits of Hell. Emeri Marcello was a deep believer in that. His sole empire clawed away at a being, tearing apart their mind, leaving only a mess of tatters and blood in their wake. There was no escape. Be it the surface world, or the gnarled mangroves of his very mind. There was no solace, no solitude. How was one ever expected to survive against the call of the damned when locked away in such a monstrous prison? Emeri had never fantasised of anything else. A ruler in his own right, a king amongst paupers, with a domain of flame and sin at his fingertips. What else could there possibly be? He had pets to entertain him, to bleed for him, to fall at bended knee to his every command. What else might possibly tempt him away from the sickening reality he had come to know? Boredom, perhaps. The petulance of a neglected child, feeding the impulse of an arrogant adolescent. One simple choice, one eternal decision, that had been Emeri's fate. His path changed. Not in a fit of rage, nor some wrathful tantrum, in that tiny verdict that had whispered to him from the very darkest part of himself. From the abhorrent version of his own normality to something new, something interesting... Someone interesting...

| boyxboy | Lucifer x OC | You know, the devil once loved another, more than anything else. Everyone knows the stories, whether they're religious or atheist. The stories of perhaps the universe's first gay lovers. The most tragic, well-known love story. The sweetest song. The sharpest sting. The biggest betrayal. The Devil and the Draxon. Lucifer Morningstar and Nyxeus Draconian. The king of Hell, and the king of dragons. The first soulmates. They were always together. You never heard of one without the other. Those were the good days. But that was before. Before everything went to... Well, hell. After being trapped in the darkest depths of Hell for a good few centuries, Nyxeus escapes and finds his was to Los Angeles, hunting the one who hurt him. He's out for vengeance, and he's not going to let anything stop him. ⚯ WARNING: Planning to get a little bloody and violent, just be aware Lucifer is property of Warner Bros. I own nothing except Nyxeus some parts of the storyline around him.

Synopsis: For over a decade, demons have ravaged the world after escaping the underworld when an ancient artifact was destroyed by a mysterious figure. Growing stronger each day, these demons terrorize cities, and despite efforts from hunters and police, the most powerful ones are nearly unstoppable. Rumours say demons mark humans to drain their power and replenish their magic, making them even deadlier. Daichi, a 27-year-old widower, has endured a life of bad luck. One day, he is unexpectedly marked by a powerful and dangerously alluring demon. The demon's true intentions are unclear-does it want to claim Daichi's soul, or something deeper? Now caught between a deadly bond and forbidden attraction, Daichi must decide whether to escape and save his humanity or embrace a love that could destroy both worlds. (This story is based off of a roleplay, that is very much still going at the moment. @NightmaringDreams my long-term roleplay partner, my bestie!) [I've written this story before but it's not very good. This is me, redeeming my horrendous story-telling I use to have. If you'd like to check that out. It's @SamLambert984 the only story I have on there is called 'Devils Toy.' That is, this. HAHA- Haa.. Unless you don't want to spoil yourself, keep reading and ignore my terrible writing! Anyway! :D Please enjoy!] Cover credit: @NightmaringDreams

I ALWAYS THOUGHT I WAS THE SECOND MALE LEAD. BUT TURNS OUT I WAS EVEN LESS THAN THAT. WHEN I THOUGHT I HAD DIED, I MET THE DEVIL. EXCEPT THAT WE HAVE MET ONCE BEFORE. THE DEATH THAT LED ME HERE, WAS THE SECOND TIME I HAD DIED. "YOU HAVE FULFILLED THE TERMS OF THE CONTRACT." THE DEVIL SAID. "YOU ARE THE FIRST ONE TO SUCCEED. IT WAS INEVITABLE THAT YOU LOST YOUR MEMORY AND YOUR WILL FOR REVENGE SANK DEEP INTO YOUR LOSS." IT WAS HARD TO ACCEPT. AS AN AGENT FILLING THE ROLE OF THE SECOND MALE LEAD, I THOUGHT I WAS BORN AS ONE. BUT EVERY IDENTITY I HAD EVER HOLD WAS A HOAX. BECAUSE THE REAL ME WAS SOMEONE PATHETIC WITH THE WILL OF GOD AGAINST MY SIDE. LIKE EVERY STORY IN A ONCE UPON A TIME..... A MISTREATED CHARACTER WHO WAS ABUSED WAKES UP ONE DAY; WITH THEIR DEMEANOR COMPLETELY CHANGED; AS IF POSSESSED. WITH THE BLESSING OF A SECOND CHANCE TO LIFE, THE MISTREATED CHARACTER SHINES BRIGHTER AGAINST THE DARK, THE CONTRAST OF HIS PAST SELF AND HIS CURRENT SELF ESTABLISHING THE FOUNDATION OF THE TITLE "PROTAGONIST." HE FACE SLAPS HIS FEAR WITH COURAGE. CHANGES HIS IMAGE FOR THE BETTER. WITH EYES RIPPLING LIKE CLEAR WATER HE CHARMS EVERYONE UNDER HIS SPELL. MEN FALL FOR HIM. WOMEN FAWN OVER HIM. AMONG THOSE MEN WHO ARE OF HIGH VALUE BECOME THE MALE LOVE INTERESTS. THOSE WHO ABUSED HIM FELL FOR HIM. THE MAN WHO RAPED HIM FALLS FOR HIM. THE TYRANT EMPEROR OF ANOTHER KINGDOM BECOMES INFATUATED WITH HIM. EVEN THE FAMILY THAT SOLD HIM AWAY WANTS HIM BACK. ALL THESE CHANGES HAPPEN AFTER THE SOUL IS CHANGED. THEN WHAT ABOUT THE ONE WHO HAD DISAPPEARED? WHAT ABOUT THE ORIGINAL SOUL OF THE BODY THAT THE PROTAGONIST HAS TRANSMIGRATED TO? I WAS EXACTLY THAT ORIGINAL SOUL:THE REAL OWNER OF THE PROTAGONIST'S BODY. ZEKE, IS, BACK! FOR REVENGE. THIS WORLD WILL BURN DOWN WITH MY REVENGE. I REMEMBER NOW! I HAD SOLD MY SOUL TO THE DEVIL. FOR REVENGE. AND NOW, MY REVENGE STARTS. I WILL MAKE THIS WORLD MY HELL.

"Don't you know that all things must bear the winter? To everything there is a season. There is no dawn before the dark, no life without death, no love without loss. These beautiful things are only made possible by that which is diseased and ugly." A fateful event results in a tragic loss, and Luke Montgomery faces a choice between heaven and hell as he is judged for his misdeeds. A second chance offers him a shot at redemption, but he realizes too late that the life he's stepping back into isn't exactly the one he left behind. The test is simple--he must conquer his demons and prove that he has changed, but is it really that easy when every dirty secret he's buried comes to light? *This novel is dedicated to my mother, Diane, who continues to teach me the value of hard work and honesty. She has always been my biggest supporter, pushed me to be better, and helped me slay a few of my own demons along the way. Her love and faith in me has taken me far, and I am a better man for it. Thank you for everything, mom, here's to you.

Shepherd had run all his life. Constant, unabating movement that consumed him. It was relentless, be it the demons within his own mind or external pursuers out of his control, there was always another beast snapping at his heel, urging him forward in the eternal chase. But that was behind him. He was settled now, happy, hidden away from the prying eyes and reaching claws. Until He returned. Reece Greymoore, a name Shepherd so desperately wished to eradicate from his mind. Their meeting had been brief, a lifetime ago, ending on soured notes that Shepherd no longer allowed to disturb his slumber. Reece shouldn't have found him, and yet there he was, speaking of friendship and favours and other pleasantries that had Shepherd's guard firmly bolstered around himself. But Reece never appeared in a shower of sunshine and rose petals. Rather, he spoke of so much worse, of threats to Shepherd's very life. Promises of safety fell upon deaf ears, disbelief a much more comforting blanket to reside within. Reece was not only an alpha but he was a ghost, a figure within Shepherd's past that should have never arisen. He arrived with death and dismay in his wake, sweet words weren't repayment enough. Reece's presence had shattered the fragile cage around Shepherd, allowing the light in, reminding him of the freedom of the chase. The roots he had planted were withering, tearing apart beneath him, leaving nothing but rot and decay where he stood. Maybe running was just how it was meant to be...