Demosthenes is king. A role that comes with responsibility, a palace, a kingdom and an ego the size of of it all. It takes little more than a miracle to raise his interest in anything, let alone anyone. Elpis, a humble fisherman and women's son, really has no intentions of searching for more than silver coins inside the walls of Euphranor, but when, completely by the accident, the Moirai saw the two happen upon each other, he is drafted into a world that is so far from his own, by a man who's soul is much darker than his own.

"What are you gonna do? Call for help and cry?" He cooed. "Shut the fuck up!" Damsel shoved him away, only to be slammed back against the wall again. "I'm a damsel in distress! Help! Help! Where's my Knight in shining Armour!" Darren mimicked a high-pitched girly voice as he held back his laughter, grinning from ear to ear. He couldn't help but lean down dangerously close to Damsel's face Smiling, causing the younger to scrunch up his nose in disgust in result. Sure, the boy was annoying, but the pure satisfaction of the reactions he could get from the younger set a bomb of butterflies to explode in Darren's stomach. "Darren I'm not in the mood- fuck off!" Damsel spat in his face, the spit landing on Darren's cheek. Blood was rushing to Damsel's head, as he desperately tried to calm down whilst being trapped between the muscled arms resting on the wall behind him. He was flustered to say the least as his heart beat started thumping ever so loudly, Darren's nose just inches away from his. Darren could only scoff as he wiped away the spit that landed on his cheek, flames boiling and evident in his eyes, yet he wasnt sure if it was anger, annoyance, or something else. He aggressively lifted damsel's gaze with a tight grip on the younger's chin. Dominance coated his next words as a smirk grew on Darren's face. "But your knight's right here princess, where are you gonna run off to?" -------------- Damsel prince and Darren Knight. Ironic, right? You wouldn't catch these two getting along even if they were locked up in a closet together; they'd just be trying to rip each-other's throats out. That's just how they were. They'd do any little thing to piss the other off, it didn't matter what, when, or how,they wanted a negative reaction out of the other and that was it. Enemies. Both alphas, both hot-headed, both with anger issues. And both hated eachother. They had far too many similarities. [x]

Christopher should've known better than entering an unknown palace when running away from a bunch of delinquents. He shouldn't have ignored the signs telling him that it was bitterly cold there, too dismal. The moment he sat down on his golden throne and wore his celestial crown, he belonged to him. And there's no way to escape the Wrath Of The Ice King.

Liam Claremont studies at day and works in a bar at night, to help his single mother sustain their family. As he passed through the dark alley on his way home from a tiresome night at work, he suddenly heard a scream. Unable to turn a blind eye, he rushed to its direction, only to see something that he never should have. A world he never knew existed presented itself right in front of his eyes. A world of blood and power that will alter the course of his fate. Will he be able to keep his light? Or will he succumb to its darkness? Warning: Mature Content on later chapters🔥🔞 ~~~ "D-Don't come a-any closer!" I said with a trembling voice. He vanished in an instant and was suddenly behind me. "Boo." He whispered in my ear. Little did I know, that encounter in the dark alley would change my life forever. •••• Ranks👑❤️ #1 boyxboyromance 6/19/2021 #1 bxblove 9/14/2021 #1 Paranormalromance 5/3/2021 #1 guyxguy 6/17/2021 #1 mates 8/21/2021 #1 gayromance 7/8/2021 #1 hotguys 7/30/2021 #1 gayfiction 7/5/2021 #1 Vampireromance 8/1/2021 #1 gaylove 9/4/2021 #2 bxb 6/15/2021 #3 bloodthirsty 5/11/2021 #3 mxm 6/18/2021 #9 LGBT 6/28/2021