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Bite Me Till Dawn

“Love me like you want to watch me bleed.” When Elara Voss trespasses into the Thornes’ forbidden forest to save her dying sister, she expects venomous thorns—not a bloodied tyrant chained to a sacrificial altar. Kael Thorne, ruler of the nocturnal Lycan syndicate, wears his patricidal scars like trophies and craves her blood to quiet the silver shrapnel devouring his heart. He gifts her a steel-boned corset laced with silver spikes, yet burns his fur shielding her from flames. He forces mandrake wine down her throat at feasts, but trembles dressing the wounds he carved into her flesh. He smirks as she finds abortion pills hidden in her breakfast tray, yet carves an ice cradle for the “monster” growing in her womb. “You smell like absolution,” he growls, fangs glinting against her torn dress, molten-gold eyes reflecting the wedding band forged from his own bones. “Too bad I sold my soul long before you.” But when Argent Order’s missiles shatter the cathedral glass, Elara discovers the crescent scar on her collarbone perfectly matches the autopsy report of Kael’s deceased sister—whose funeral portrait hangs in his bloodstained gallery. As flames engulf the altar, she drives a dagger into his crystallizing heart, only to hear their bonded bone rings wail in unison. The truth crashes louder than the crumbling chapel: Their fatal bond began the night he dragged her from a fire two decades ago. Now, under a bleeding moon, Kael slams her blade deeper into his chest, crystalline shards spraying like shattered stars: “Feel it, darling… …how this heart that beats for you is slowly turning into the blade that will slit your throat.” WARNING: Contains morally bankrupt aristocrats, mutually assured destruction masquerading as romance, and enough gothic depravity to make Dracula blush. When the blood pact ignites, will you root for the knife—or the throats it dances between?
Tianyu_Xia · 2.3k Views

Abyss Climber: The Dark Lord's Chapter

Humanity has fallen, descending into the Abyss. There the dead don't rest. They might stay still at first. But with the appearance of the black sun, they will rise. There danger lies everywhere in the abyss but the greatest danger hides in the dark. Do not head into the dark carelessly. Whether in the day or night, If you hear a noise that shouldn't be there, pick up your pace. It has come for you, and if it caught up to you, you will never be heard of again. In the dark, do not respond to any voice. Whether It belongs to your loved ones or someone unfamiliar. It's a trap. It's a trap. It's a trap. Important things are said thrice. *** Kev's adult life was suddenly upended when he was pulled into a nightmarish world along with countless other humans. To survive he had no choice but to perform a ritual he chanced upon through a series of inexplicable events. The ritual promised great power. He gave in to the temptation, performed the ritual and stepped into the realm of mysticism. At the same time, he unknowingly put himself at great risk. Since the moment he performed the ritual, He faced the risk of losing his humanity or himself entirely. He didn't know then that performing the ritual demanding a great price. By the time he realized it, it was already too late to turn back. You have performed a Great Ritual Gained class:- Corpse Collector in the Dark Trait unlocked: esoteric mutation of the soul Gained skill: shadow manipulation Assimilation rate: 0% Collect corpses to grow Increase in assimilation rate unlocks new skill The power comes with a great price Pay it obediently like a law abiding Abyss Dwellers or risk losing yourself to the evil brewing within...
Callmeknight · 302 Views