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The Verdant Mark

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Parts 27
Time 3h 51m

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⁉️ "Did I catch your attention?" ⚠️

If I did, can you tell me... who's voice is this? 🤭
What is this whisper tugging at your mind? 🤫
What is the CLAWING that SCRAPES again and again at your soul, threatening to PIERCE through the fine fragments of your very fragile existence. 🗣

 Could it be magic? 🔮

Could it be the same thing that is kept secret in high society? 👥 Could it be the power that turns Mikyla's life from Drow 🧝🏿‍♀️ to Noble 🧝🏻‍♂️, from girl 👧🏿 to boy 👦🏻, from poor to privileged? Could it be the thing that liberates her yet also the thing that binds her fate to a life of servitude?

Could it?

Could it be real?All Rights Reserved

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ETERNA by llegran

In a world where strength is measured by the cycle of growth, each stage of an adventurer's journey is a reflection of nature's unyielding force. The first step begins with the smallest of starts, where raw potential is tempered by the hope of something more. You will face the wilderness, your first true test, where survival and courage are your only companions. With each challenge you overcome, you will begin to bloom-growing in skill and reputation-but beware, the world is not kind to those who flourish too quickly. Thorned paths await, where deadly truths are revealed, and the foes you face will test both body and soul. To rise above this, you must reach the heights of those who stand as beacons in a world of chaos, guiding others while facing stakes higher than life and death. Only then will you stand at the edge of something greater-where your strength can shift the tides of nations, and the world will know your name. But beware, for those who seek to go beyond the known limits, who climb too high, may find the path ahead is not one of power, but of ruin. Every step in this journey is a trial, a test of endurance, and a quest to understand the balance between growth and the inevitable price it demands.

My Prince (His Royal Magic Highness) by Michelle_Zeah

She went to her room and locked herself inside the room. She slowly sat down and started crying, ''why does this always happen to me?" she said while putting her fingers in hairs. "I hate myself," she said, crying. Just then she got up and grabbed her sharp nail trimmer "I will end this" she said and almost cut off her vein, when she heard a very strange whisper. "Hey don't young Lady killing yourself is a sin" she turned and the nail trimmer fell off her hand. "Who is it?" she said but the voice did not come back, she looked inside the mirror she brought from her deceased relative. She watched her eyes, it was like her own reflection was looking at her, just than she felt her green eyes turning to electric blue, she got startled, then she turned and walked towards her bed, "It's like I am having hallucinations, can't die properly even " she said to herself and went to her bed. ****** She got up late in the morning; she didn't want to go to school. She turned to the other side of her bed. Still eyes closed she looked for a pillow but instead her hand touched something very hard, it was like a human arm, the manly odor was surrounding, first she thought she was dreaming, She hold him softly and hugged him. He was snoring faintly. She opened her eyes instantly, it was some unknown man on her bed and he was sleeping peacefully beside her, she narrowed her eyes to confirm it was indeed what she was seeing, she got up a bit while putting pressure over her arm. His light brown hair were fallen over his forehead, His broad chest was moving up and down as he breaths, when she realized that it was not dream, she got up and screamed. "Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhh". An ordinary love story? Think again.

Losing Game by cha1nz

(TWs: gore, abuse, sexual abuse, cursing) Why does he still breathe? Why is he kept alive in this shadowed purgatory where time has no meaning, and screams are swallowed by the walls? His cell is a cage, his life a cruel experiment, and his mind a battlefield. Questions claw at him relentlessly: Who is he? What is he? Why does this torment exist? The walls bleed stories of others-lost souls whose cries still linger, haunting the air. His own voice has grown hoarse from endless screams, his body a canvas of scars, a map of suffering that tells no answers, only pain. Every day is a ritual of degradation, where faceless captors toy with his humanity, stripping him of it piece by agonizing piece. The only constant is the endless cycle of questions. Why him? Why the torture? What is their purpose? He clings to the faintest memories of a time before-fleeting images of warmth, love, a face he cannot quite recall. But even those are slipping away, devoured by the void growing inside him. In this relentless, suffocating darkness, where hope is a distant memory, only one question remains: When will the game end, and what will be left of him when it does?

that one SWURD by xyltharion

Long ago, when the world was young and humanity struggled against the forces of chaos, the gods intervened. They forged a sword, not as a weapon of destruction, but as a gift of hope. Each god poured a fragment of their essence into it-courage, wisdom, resilience, and strength. It's a sword meant for everything possible. For centuries, the blade lay hidden, waiting for the right moment to be discovered. It wasn't buried in gold or locked away in a grand vault-it rested quietly in the heart of the earth, untouched and unseen, until the time was right. When the first hand grasped the hilt, the sword came alive. Its surface shimmered with an otherworldly glow, a promise of the power within. The one who found it didn't know the gods had shaped it, nor did they understand the weight of what they held. But the sword recognized them. It responded to their strength, their resolve, and their needs. As the blade cut through the darkness for the first time, it wasn't just its edge that brought change. It was the force behind it-the will to fight for survival, for something greater than fear. With every swing, the sword grew brighter, stronger, as if it fed not on blood but on purpose. Though the gods forged the blade, it wasn't theirs anymore. In that moment, it became part of humanity, a bond between the divine and mortal worlds. And for the one who wielded it, the sword was more than steel and magic-it was a companion, a guide, and a silent promise: you are not alone. Thus began the sword's journey, not just as a tool of battle, but as a symbol of what humanity could become. And though its path was just beginning, the gods knew it would go on, far beyond what even they could imagine. (this is my very first novel. I got my inspiration from a nail clipper)

Darkened Light by SarinaLanger

A darkness slithers into the dead's haven and turns their spirits against the living. An elven mage who enters the realm of the dead at will... A runaway thief who cares only about the next treasure... The first male sacrifice who longs for a chance to live... A troublemaker who burns his way through every obstacle... And the Goddess of the dead, hellbent on revenge. Can they stop the darkness from ending the world? Hooked? Buy the whole story here: http://mybook.to/darkenedlight1

Let me be Your hope (EN)✍ by ievyte

"Sometimes I feel like that desire has chains on my heart and won't let go until I approach him and talk to him. Sometimes it feels like that overwhelming desire to help this guy pricks my skin with sharp needles until the moment I see even the slightest twinkle in his green eyes. And yet... I didn't even notice how that desire to help him turned into something more... something more that I still can't understand myself, but I know it's real..." ❤‍🔥 ❤‍🔥 ❤‍🔥 I invite you to read another of my Fanfiction story. This time it's the story of Draco and Hermione. I know that these have already been written, but I wanted to try myself to see how I would manage to write the story of these two characters! Happy reading! ❤‍🔥 ❤‍🔥 ❤‍🔥 © It is strictly forbidden to copy, publish this story without my knowledge and consent! ☛ All characters and the world of Harry Potter belong to J.K. Rowling

My Fucked Up Fairytale by pinenutters

TEASER: "No fiancée of mine needs to learn how to fight." His breath flows upon the prickling skin of my neck. I close my eyes, involuntarily shuddering in response. "All you need to know how to do is satisfy me." "How exactly am I supposed to satisfy you?" The answer to such a question is obvious, yet, like the idiot I am, I still asked him. "Blood...and of course, other means." BLURB: Cyra is pulled into a foreign world where humans are rarities while vampires, elves, werewolves, witches, and more strange creatures are the norm. That's the least of her worries though. Now the bride of one of the most powerful vampires in all of the kingdom, she is faced with two choices. One: give in and accept her doomed future with a husband who detests humans, or two: successfully kill him before he is crowned King of Bestias. WARNING: This story contains scenes involving sexual assault/harassment. The chapters containing these potentially triggering subjects all have warnings at the start of them! Please read at your own discretion! RANKINGS: ⭐️#3 in adult - 12/28/23 ⭐️#9 in werewolf - 12/28/23 ⭐️ #4 in mature audience - 4/2/24 ⭐️ #1 in werewolfandvampire -5/27/24 ⭐️ #10 in unrequitedlove - 8/2/24 ⭐️ #1 in adultsituations - 8/5/24 ⭐️ #10 in -romance - 1/4/25 ⭐️ #7 in -romance - 3/18/25 ⭐️ #8 in vampireromance - 5/14/25

Shadows of the Forsaken by BriebrieBuford

Ever since she could remember, the experiments had been part of her life. As a child, they were harmless-just puzzles and strange potions given to her by the woman she called Mother. Back then, she believed it was all a game, a way to make her smarter, stronger. But as she grew, the tests changed. They became invasive. Painful. Each experiment carved new scars into her skin and left her mind tangled in unanswered questions. The woman she once trusted had become a stranger, her warmth replaced by cold calculation. And then the voices started. A shadow lurked within her, whispering, clawing at the edges of her sanity. She wasn't alone in her own body-something else had been forced inside her. Something ancient. Something hungry. Now, she's free... but for how long? With the past chasing her and the monster inside threatening to take control, she's left with one question: Was she ever meant to survive, or was she only meant to become something else?

Arcana: Storms & Dragons by ZaneWrites10

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ETERNA

In a world where strength is measured by the cycle of growth, each stage of an adventurer's journey is a reflection of nature's unyielding force. The first step begins with the smallest of starts, where raw potential is tempered by the hope of something more. You will face the wilderness, your first true test, where survival and courage are your only companions. With each challenge you overcome, you will begin to bloom-growing in skill and reputation-but beware, the world is not kind to those who flourish too quickly. Thorned paths await, where deadly truths are revealed, and the foes you face will test both body and soul. To rise above this, you must reach the heights of those who stand as beacons in a world of chaos, guiding others while facing stakes higher than life and death. Only then will you stand at the edge of something greater-where your strength can shift the tides of nations, and the world will know your name. But beware, for those who seek to go beyond the known limits, who climb too high, may find the path ahead is not one of power, but of ruin. Every step in this journey is a trial, a test of endurance, and a quest to understand the balance between growth and the inevitable price it demands.