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Fires in The Moonlight

Princess Amiya of Selune is bound by royal duty, her life dictated by the cold expectations of her people. A future queen, she is expected to uphold her family’s legacy and lead her kingdom into an uncertain future. But Amiya has no interest in the throne. She longs for freedom, for escape from the gilded cage of palace walls and the suffocating rules of her bloodline. Sylas, a roguish thief with a dangerous reputation, enters the royal palace with one goal: to steal a priceless pendant that could change the course of his life. What should have been a simple heist turns into a tangled web of deceit when he crosses paths with the fiery princess, who is unwilling to let him get away. The stakes grow higher, and in a world full of secrets and betrayals, both must face the consequences of their actions. When an unexpected threat forces them together, Amiya and Sylas are bound by circumstance, their fates entwined whether they like it or not. Forced to cooperate in a deadly game of cat and mouse, they must learn to navigate their differences, facing both external enemies and their own growing conflict. With tensions running high and trust in short supply, they quickly realize that the line between enemy and ally is razor-thin—and sometimes, even the greatest adversaries can become the most unexpected allies. In a world where power and betrayal go hand in hand, survival means forging uneasy alliances, but the flames of animosity are difficult to extinguish, and sparks of passion begin to burn in their midst. Can they escape the forces that threaten them both, or will their differences consume them entirely?
AureliaFrostvale · 8k Views

Iron Veve's Kiss

***“Drakon—” “Say it again,” I growled, biting the lobe of her ear. Her real name for me, the one she’d whispered the night we'd spent together in New Orleans—not “Dragon,” but the Creole curse that meant storm-bringer. She gasped, her hips grinding against me. “Asshole—” I groaned, capturing her mouth once more. The kiss was a match to kerosene, igniting a fire that threatened to consume us both. Her hands fisted in my hair, lips parting with a gasp I swallowed whole, a taste of lemongrass and rebellion. She tasted like rage and every bad decision I’d ever craved—and Dios mío (My God), I was drowning in her. *** --- In the swamp-rotted heart of Alabama, Drucilla Drakes survives by two rules: stay silent, stay scarred, and never let Louise—her Bible-thumping, belt-wielding captor—catch her hoping for more. But when a schoolyard ambush leaves her bleeding under a stranger’s leather jacket, invisibility becomes a death sentence. Enter Dragon Morales, New Orleans’ most notorious runaway—a cartel prince turned outlaw mechanic with gasoline-stained knuckles and a bounty on his head. He doesn’t do heroics; he does survival. But when he finds Dru in a ditch, her back lashed raw and eyes blazing hellfire, he sees a mirror of his own damned soul. And he can’t look away. Their bond is a lit fuse. Dragon’s father—Colombia’s cartel kingpin—wants Dru dead. Louise, armed with voodoo rituals and the wrath of Marinette, the loa who feasts on chaos, wants her broken. The only allies? The Lou Nwa, a bayou biker gang trading in bullets and black magic, and Papa Legba, the crossroads spirit who offers Dru a deal: “Her soul or yours.” But the bayou’s traps are relentless: - Dragon’s father hunts his son with a price on his head. - Big Danni, Dru’s estranged uncle and Lou Nwa leader, demands loyalty as his gang fractures. - Marinette’s magic twists allies into puppets, their strings slick with swamp rot. And then there’s Dragon—hands that mend engines and break bones, lips that taste like whiskey and run. He swears he’s too ruined to love her. Dru knows she’s too shattered to let him. But in the swamp’s choking heat, where bullets sing and loas whisper, desire is a grenade neither one can dodge. As they blaze through the Deep South’s underbelly—cursed bayous, cartel blood feuds, and safehouses reeking of betrayal—they’ll face more than bullets. Dark magic seeps into old wounds. Family secrets unravel like nooses. And the line between protector and predator shatters. Dru doesn’t need saving. She needs fire. And Dragon? He’s got a lighter, a death wish, and a heart that won’t quit beating for her. **Warning:** This is not a fairytale. It’s bayou smoke and switchblade kisses, saints and sinners colliding where the road meets the ruin. Contains graphic violence, explosive passion, and a love story that burns hotter than a Molotov in a meth lab. Will they raze the South to ashes? Or become the sacrifice the crossroads demands?
DaoistrBqavV · 505 Views

Celestial wolf: The last true queen

Amaris had always lived suppressed and bullied, an orphaned omega of the Blood howl pack. Till one day, Marissa, the crazy girl friend of the young alpha Gavin, ordered her to be disfigured, beaten to death's door, and abandoned at nightshade forest to be devoured by beasts. But her death sentence became a saving grace when Alpha king Harvey, ruler of the northern territories stumbled upon her while on a secret mission. He took her home, and nursed her to health. But her happiness was short-lived; her life became dramatic once again when Prince Auren returned. ***** “I have decided, Amaris will join you at Lunegarde academy.” King Harvey said one day during dinner, making the other two at the dining freeze. “Excuse me? The new semester started two weeks ago, and the admission period is long over. How do you intend to do that? She doesn't even have a junior school certificate.” “I have already taken care of everything. All you need to do is make sure you keep her alive in there, till she's strong enough to survive on her own.” Auren scoffed, and shot Amaris a resentful glare. “Lunegarde is an academy for wolves with magical abilities, people from special clans descended from the goddess herself, comprising only five percent of the entire wolf population. Yet, you want this…” He paused and shot Amaris a judgemental gaze, weighing her, and finding her short of everything good. “... Loser who hasn't even shifted to join. You better find a general to babysit her, because she will be eaten up on her first day. And you won't even have a corpse to collect.” “Language Auren, she's your mate and your responsibility. Whether you like it or not, you must obey.” “Then make me!” Auren snapped and shot Amaris a resentful glare which made her shrink, before making his way up. What partiality! His father never helped him for once in life, claiming he should make his way himself and be a man. Yet here he was, cutting all kinds of corners, and engaging in bribery to make something great out of the useless stranger he brought home. If she had a death wish, he wouldn't stop her. Even the weakest person in Lunegarde could turn her to a pile of ashes. Let the stupid moth fly to the flame. ***** And then, Amaris's adventure began. But on her very first day, she met the alpha princes of the south, east, and west, who one of them is the current wolf prince. And they all seemed to be her mates. But why won't they admit it? And if they eventually do, who will she choose? Especially since they were all bitter rivals, vying for the spot of the next wolf king. Four handsome devils, possessive, with a twisted side to them. And they all have a secret obsession, claim her and steal her from the others. And the most terrifying seems to be that prince—the Memorist, enchanter of the wolf tribe. Or maybe not. Additional tags: Contains magic, reverse harem, less than ideal R18 sex scenes, prophecy, hidden identities, Tsundere, conflicting emotions, action, adventures, and romance.
solomonokoye2024 · 1k Views

The Undead's Personal Slave

Samantha never expected to find magic in her hometown, let alone in a dimly lit bar on a rainy Tuesday night. Yet here she was, perched on a barstool at the Black Swan, her world about to tilt on its axis. The air thrummed with an otherworldly energy she couldn't quite place. Ethereal dancers moved like smoke across the floor, their bodies fluid and mesmerizing. As Samantha nursed her drink, she felt the weight of curious stares prickling her skin. That's when she saw him. Marcus. A name she didn't know yet, but one that would soon be etched into her very soul. Their eyes locked across the crowded room, and Samantha's breath caught in her throat. He moved with predatory grace, all lean muscle and barely restrained power. Their first interaction was as intoxicating as it was bewildering. One moment, he was her gallant protector, rescuing her from an overly aggressive drunk. The next, his eyes hardened to chips of ice as he snarled, "Stupid girl," before melting into the shadows. Samantha's mind reeled, but her body hummed with an excitement she couldn't explain. Little did she know, this encounter was merely the first step into a world beyond her wildest fantasies – a realm where vampires ruled the night and pain blurred exquisitely with pleasure. As she delved deeper into this hidden society, Samantha found herself drawn to the intoxicating blend of power, submission, and supernatural allure. The crack of a whip, the whisper of leather, the exquisite sting of fangs – each sensation pushed her boundaries and ignited desires she never knew existed. But with every ecstatic high came the sobering reality of danger. Vampire politics were as deadly as they were intricate, and Samantha soon realized she was a pawn in a game where the stakes were life, death, and eternal servitude. As she left the Black Swan that night, Samantha couldn't shake the feeling that she stood on the precipice of something life-changing. She had no idea how right she was, or how deeply she would fall into a passionate, dangerous dance with forces beyond her imagination. The real question was: in this world where pleasure and peril intertwined so intimately, would she emerge empowered... or lose herself completely?
rach_sales · 138.8k Views