Scarred by the treacheries of war and memories of her lost father, Eleanora is left with no option but to migrate to a land wearing the veil of the black flame; Sylveria. They believe the land is bestowed with blessings but it turns out, the blessings are renamed as a curse; a malediction that spread like veins and snatch the soul out of their bodies. Exasperated by the unfairness, Eleanora tries to discover roots of the curse binding and blinding them but her nemesis and her ruler, Fèlix Watari, makes a surprise appearence and shake the bridges of her resilience. She is Already tired but his challenge pushes her off the limits and dares her to do what her inner demons don't think her capable of; step foot in Caelith, where the dragons rule and are bowed to. Will Eleanora be able to fight her inner demons and conquer what she must do in order to save her land and herself? Bound by Curse and Flame is a YA fantasy novel, where Eleanora and Fèlix discover the threads of their relationship enclosed in hatred and where Eleanora becomes a savior no one, including herself, deems her capable of.

#1 in the "Shadow Demon" trilogy. Princess Kristaljah "Krist" Cierre of Darana and her bodyguard Kenji Davidson have always been enemies. Krist wants nothing more than to be truly loved and accepted. However, the only person she knows who has experience with love is Kenji. Meanwhile, Kenji is struggling with his own problems of self-acceptance. Will they finally push past their complicated history to help each other?

When was the last time you were afraid? Worried? Traumatized? Was it a year ago? Week? Or maybe just now? For Nathan Willow, this feeling is constant and is not limited to just his mind. No, that would be mercy. This is a story of a man who becomes a bitter reflection of both humans and mutants alike, because how can one trust in human-mutant cooperation when feeling everyone's hatred through fear? This is my second-ever fanfiction. Please bear in mind that English is not my first language. Because I respect everyone's time, I indicated this is a male OC x Madelyne Pryor story. Eventually. The story will start before the events of the X-Men 97'. There can also be some AU divergences/changes related to characters or settings. This story is for mature readers only. It will contain violence, gore, sensitive topics, and smut.

COMPLETED ✅ She hired her to cook. She didn't expect to fall in love. Tatum Ward is Savannah's ice-cold mogul with no time for feelings until she hires Simone Langston, a warm, no-nonsense chef who challenges everything she thought she knew about control, comfort, and desire.What begins as a professional arrangement simmers into a slow-burn romance full of tension, trust, and heat that neither woman is ready for.

"What use is a broken man, Marc Spector? What use is a puppet who can't even stand on his own two feet?" In a mind shattered by the past, trapped between a god who manipulates him and a darkness he can't escape, Marc is forced to face a question that will change everything: what does it take to rise again? But when the lines between who he was and who he is are unclear, when his body moves on its own and the truth is slipping even further away, he must confront the one enemy he can't fight: himself. In this twisted journey, Marc must face not only the enemies who seek to use him, but also the ones that have already claimed victory inside him. Some voices are louder than others, and some faces are more familiar than they should be. With enemies on every side, Marc must decide if he's truly the puppet or the one pulling the strings. But in a mind so broken, can anyone ever truly stand on their own? Enjoy reading and don't forget to Vote and Comment! The first 25 chapters are in! The next 5 chapters will be published soon. Follow me to stay tuned! ✏️ Content Warning: This story may contain graphic violence and mild mature themes. It is intended for mature audiences (18+) only. Reader discretion is advised. ✏️ Author's Note - Copyright Disclaimer: This work, "The Fractured Mind of Marc Spector", is an original fanfiction inspired by Marvel's "Moon Knight". The main characters and core universe belong to Marvel. However, the storyline, narrative structure, and all original content within this fanfiction, including additional characters, are the intellectual property of the author. ✏️ All Rights Reserved: No part of this story may be copied, reproduced, distributed, translated, adapted, or used in any form (digital or print) without the prior consent of the author. If you would like to share the story, please do so by linking directly to this Wattpad page and giving proper credit. ~ Author: Inkahitha

She was just the quiet girl in the shadows... Until he called her Little Dove. Theresa lived in silence, broken by abuse and buried beneath her cousin's cruel world. But then came Ares ruthless, untouchable, and engaged to the wrong woman. He should've never looked at her. But he did. And now he can't stop. Obsession turned to possession. And Ares? He'd burn the world to keep her.

Stella would never have agreed to the foraging walk - if it wasn't for the fact that she had a huge secret crush on her nature enthusiast best friend Toby. As it starts out, she mentally prepares herself for the most boring three hours of her life. Then the pair gets separated from the main crowd, along with a small but comically diverse mix of fellow walkers. Stella quickly finds a like-minded companion in Carter, the charismatic young man who easily gains her attention - and Toby's silent wrath. With the daylight fading fast, they are forced to spend a restless night on the forest floor. The next morning, someone is found dead. Will Stella be able to find her way out of the treacherous forest, uncover the killer, and navigate her confused feelings, all while keeping herself alive? Or will the hidden traitor strike her down too, in their quest to complete the perfect crime? (inspired by Agatha Christie's 'And Then There Were None')

A man, Tom, lives in a tortured world, full of alcohol and abuse. As he struggles with bullies and losing his mind, he is twisted into an evil, hateful person ( KILLER ) After seeing an ancient evil bed that plays tricks in his mind, he is forced to kill to give it fresh blood. giving him 48 hours of youth with every sacrifice. Fighting against time itself, he uses his sexy teenage body to lure in more prey for the bed.

Prólogo Dicen que algunas puertas nunca deberían abrirse, pero yo ya había cruzado el umbral hacía semanas. Todo comenzó con una mirada, tan precisa como un conjuro, en el andén de un metro. Sus ojos no eran comunes. No por su color, ni su forma, sino por la manera en que parecían desnudar lo que nunca dije. Lo que ni yo me permitía sentir despierta. A veces, una simple casualidad enciende pasiones, quema almas y derrite hasta el metal más duro. La próxima vez que te topes con alguien que te quema en una mirada, podría ser tu próxima aventura. Desde entonces, algo dentro de mí despertó. No era amor. Era hambre. Deseo puro, espeso, antiguo. Como si algo más grande que yo misma hubiera decidido habitarme. No recuerdo cómo llegué ahí. Solo que la niebla olía a jazmín, y que la habitación no tenía esquinas. Él estaba allí, como si hubiera estado esperándome antes de que yo supiera su nombre. Había una promesa en sus gestos, un pacto silencioso en el aire. No había relojes. No había reglas. Solo su voz grave diciéndome que podía irme cuando quisiera... pero que, si me quedaba, no volvería a ser la misma.