In the shadowed courts of Wallachia, where stone remembers every oath and silence carries the weight of blood, a love is born that will not consent to time. Elisabeta is a woman of quiet faith and unyielding grace, drawn into a marriage shaped by duty rather than desire. Vlad II Dracul is a ruler forged by war, discipline, and restraint-a man who has learned that love is a vulnerability the world punishes. What begins as formality slowly becomes recognition: a bond formed not in passion, but in stillness, patience, and the unspoken understanding of two souls who feel older than their names. As faith fractures, kingdoms harden, and loss arrives without mercy, their love is forced into silence. When death steals what the world never allowed them to fully claim, Vlad is left not with rage-but with endurance. Time moves forward. Empires fall. The world forgets. He does not. Bound to memory and condemned to survival, Vlad waits-not with certainty, but with devotion-for the soul he loved to find its way back to him. Beneath the same moon that once bore witness to their vows, love proves itself eternal-not through possession, but through recognition. Dark, intimate, and steeped in longing, Crimson Vows Beneath the Carpathian Moon is a gothic tale of devotion that aches, endures, and outlives the grave.

⚠️IF YOU LOVED THE RITUAL AND THE LORDS SERIES BY SHANTEL TESSIER COME READ THIS⚠️ I am Jordan Brianna Knight. I was never meant to reign above anyone. Women in my society were reduced to nothing but subservients to their Lords. It's a price to pay if you're a woman born in the LORDS society, an elite all-men secret society in Barrington University. Until my past brought up questions that were meant to be hidden. My past is my past, and whoever got into the way deserved it. Questions will be asked, answers will be given. But I'm always coming out alive. ----------------- I am Ryat Alexander Archer. I was born to rule and reign. Men in the society I grew up were meant to be the best leaders, way ahead of life compared to the others, and lastly, a taste for violence. I had everything planned out. Until that woman came along. An unpredictable, reckless, and dangerous woman. She shook the LORDS society to its core, destroyed everything we knew and believed in. She destroyed me, and built me. Something I never know that I could be. Disclaimer: All characters, world except my OCs belongs to Shantel Tessier. All I did was expand and add more onto the existing world of LORDS society. This book is a fanfic based on The Ritual (LORDS series#1). This is a Ryat Archer x OC fanfic. Trigger warnings: Necrophilia (mention only) Exhibitionism Graphic Violence Strong Language Use of Alcohol and Substances Obsession Possessiveness Sexism Kidnapping Gore Suicide (not from main and secondary characters) Mutilation Stalking Masks Murder Painslut Roleplay Execution Dismemberment Decapitation Fragile masculinity Toxic masculinity Misogyny & Objectification Bullying (not from the MMC)

🎐◜﹒── ⌗﹑𝒃𝒂𝒃𝒚, 𝒊 𝒘𝒐𝒖𝒍𝒅 𝒇𝒂𝒍𝒍 𝒇𝒓𝒐𝒎 𝒈𝒓𝒂𝒄𝒆, 𝒋𝒖𝒔𝒕 𝒕𝒐 𝒕𝒐𝒖𝒄𝒉 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒇𝒂𝒄𝒆﹑💋﹗˖° ﹢💿﹒ ✦ forbidden love ,, legacy of gods. ⊹﹒ ꒱ 🚬 ★ GOD OF PRIDE ⸝⸝ thxnderous!

Some things don't break all at once. Sometimes they shift quietly. In glances held too long. In silence that starts to mean something. In words never explained. Janna Sokolova-King learned a long time ago that distance was safer than misunderstanding. Nikita Morozov learned too late that silence could ruin everything. Now, years after one mistake changed the way they looked at each other, they're forced back into the same spaces, the same rooms, the same lives that were never truly separate to begin with. And this time- there's no pretending it means nothing. Not when jealousy turns dangerous. Not when old feelings become impossible to ignore. And definitely not when someone new starts watching Janna a little too closely. In the world they were born into, loyalty matters. Control matters. Love? Love is the thing that destroys people.

𝐃𝐀𝐑𝐊 𝐃𝐄𝐒𝐈𝐑𝐄𝐒 #𝟏 "HE SET FIRE TO THE WORLD AROUND ME,BUT HE NEVER LET ANY FLAME TOUCH ME " He was wildfire, and I was an icy core, Love was a foreign concept Until he came,Vaughn Morozov The future Pakhan of the Russian Bratva, Driven, relentless, seeking me as his belief. He thinks I'll submit to his commanding gaze, But he underestimates my defiant ways. I'm the storm, the force that can't be tamed, In this world of power, my strength proclaimed. And the beauty of it all, in this perilous line, I guard his back, and he guards mine. Graphics and Cover: @moonlitcloudx

Katerina 'Silencer' Romanova In our brutal world, there's no such thing as the truth. Lies overflow until they become a reality. I may not remember, but this war is far from over. I'll have my revenge. No matter who stands in my way. And when I find the ghosts of my past they will burn. All of them. However, if the pakhan's little heir wants to play games. I will retaliate. There's only one rule: my rules or none at all. By all means, show me what you got, pretty boy. Vaughn 'Mystery' Morozov The truth screws you over before it sets you free. The only reason I made it this far was to rule a throne I never wanted. When secrets will unravel. Katerina's race after the past will blind her from the present. But I'll bring her back. I'll protect her even if it's the last thing I do. We made a promise. She's mine. My bodyguard. My curse. My obsession. She wants the truth? By all means. Anything for my zolotse. Welcome to a villain's side of the story. The misunderstood souls and tortured hearts. But do care to brace yourselves. Because this is not a story of forgiveness or acceptance. Its a story about revenge. Vaughn Morozov x OC Tropes : Reverse grumpy x scary sunshine Forced proximity Mafia romance Dark secrets Slow burn Rankings : #1 eliking #4 remington

LEGACY OF GODS FANFICTION AURORA VOLKOV a mafia princess who thrives in chaos and violence, RIA CARSON the reclusive black sheep of her family and a passionate artist They were inseparable childhood friends. As children, Ria followed Aurora with unwavering devotion, but an unexplained rift caused her to withdraw into herself. Years later, their paths cross again, and the spark of their childhood bond rekindles, evolving into an intense love that defies their turbulent worlds. Together, they navigate the dangers of Aurora's violent life and the emotional barriers Ria has built, finding solace in each other. WARNINGS: self-harm, Mature content, Violence

They handed her to me in a silk dress and diamond collar. The spoiled Sokolov princess. The executioner's daughter. My wife. Kira Sokolov dances in chaos like it's a language she invented- spinning through Paris in stilettos, kissing danger with blood-red lips, dragging her demons behind her like a designer coat. She was meant to be my obligation. A Bratva arrangement sealed in blood and silence. I never wanted a wife. Especially not one with wild eyes, bipolar swings, and a mouth that lives to drive me insane. But now she's mine. My problem. My obsession. And when she falls apart in my arms- with whispers to ghosts and bruised apologies- I'll burn kingdoms to keep her breathing. Because no one touches what belongs to Ivan Smirnov. Not the bratva. Not her past. Not even her own madness. She was born royalty. But she'll die as something else. Mine.

College? No, this was paradise. Three years filled with partying, not so secret underground drug-deals, and hot-headed men sliding into beds like snakes with no self-control. Things were different now. I wasn't that perfect, frill-wearing angel Mama thought would walk into the house ring-beared. So many things had changed, except for one. Him. He was a disease, one I couldn't get rid of no matter how hard I tried. Everytime he's near, I feel myself turn into something I've never seen before. Like there's something under my skin only he is capable of bringing out. He's manipulative, twisted, and completely wrong in every way. I hate him. Yet every night, from miles away, I find him in my dreams. Mikhail Volkov Fuck the patriarchy. Better yet, fuck everything and everyone. It was a game of cat and mouse, me chasing victories every single day. The Bratva's constant want for war was what kept the fuel in my blood, burning up into flames whenever my knuckles made contact with another opponent. In the end, I'm always the one left standing. This fire in my bones, I feel it burst into flames while every dark memory, thought and desire runs into my fists. So many medals, but only the people around me could see them. The real battle was against my head. And maybe, just maybe, I was afraid to admit that I had no chance in winning it. She makes it harder. An angel with wings to everyone else, yet a master at unveiling those devil's horns only when I'm near. There's this darkness, this fire, in the both of us. The only difference is, she's better at hiding it. She was gone, far away, yet there was this tether dowsed in fuel connecting us, one that only lit up when she came back. Every time she's near, I feel the limits surrounding my wrath being tested. Then again, rules are only made to be broken, right? Mafia Dark Romance *Standalone*

A Legacy of Gods Fan-Fiction (Rina Kent) Danger has always been a part of my life. It only intensified the moment I broke free of my chains. I have the power to bring down legacies, but I refuse to be anyone's pawn any longer. I'll rebuild myself from the ground up and leave my bloody past behind. Or so that was the plan until crossing paths with Lukyan Korolyov. He sees through every part of my facade. Now, I think I found myself in a new hell, one that I'm not sure I want to leave. This story is for 18+ Disclaimer: All rights go to their respective creators. I only take credit for my OCs and any characters pertaining to their story not from the original series.