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Dark side

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Parties 14
Durée 1h 16m

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THE DARK SIDE:
Some monsters are made,  others are born.

Arya vanished without a trace. Years later, she returns, with news scars, a hidden past, and a hunger for answers no one dares to give.
As bodies fall and secrets unravel, one question haunts every step she takes:

   " Is she haunter ... or the real monster ? "
In a world where pain whispers louder than truth. Arya must face the darkness within - and the one that made her...


                         -  Author of shadows -Tous Droits Réservés

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Her Secret , écrit par awkwardlyrando

I sighed heavily as I scanned the forest. I had heard something or someone to be specific, wandering about. I decided I would leave once I affirmed they weren't a danger. "What are you doing in my land, human?" A deep enchanting voice spoke I sighed once again "I'm not human, just smell like one" I spoke as I turned around to see the most stunning man I have ever seen "Mate" he spoke "Find another female, Lycan" I spat He only growled at me in response. Men. My brother was the same way. It's kinda funny how all, correction, most shifter men think alike. I would've thought he would be different, after all, he is Lycan. Something of myths. But then again, so are the supernatural. I turned away from him, not even looking at him. I didn't want to remember what he looked like so I didn't give him a second glance. I heard him move closer. I quickly grabbed the knife out of my holster and threw it at a tree next to him. He stops moving then. "Heed my warning. It's the only one you'll get" I spoke coldly "I will find you. Then you will have no escape from me" he spoke as he backed away I could understand. Lycans, like lion-shifters, were going extinct. Therefore mates were even more important to them. But, even if I understood I still didn't want to be someone's mate. After all, I was Destiny Requalhi, Creator and Destructor of All. ------------------------------ Destiny Requalhi, a girl with a rough past and set in stone future. She wanted to be a normal lioness when she grew up but got so much more. She constantly is looking behind her back ready for a random attack to bestow itself upon her. How will she react when her biggest enemy comes back from death? ------------------------------ MAY BE TRIGGERING TO SOME READERS! Started - 9/12/19 Ended - 11/12/19 © Copyright All Rights Reserved 2019 awkwardlyrando(Hit me up any time about the book)

𝐈𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐜𝐢𝐭 𝐒𝐢𝐧, écrit par author_liaa

"𝑰'𝒅 𝒓𝒂𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒅𝒊𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒏 𝒃𝒆𝒈 𝒚𝒐𝒖" "𝑻𝒉𝒆𝒏 𝒎𝒐-𝒂𝒏 𝒊𝒕, 𝒑𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒄𝒆𝒔𝒔. 𝑻𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒄𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒕𝒔 𝒕𝒐𝒐" A standalone. 𝐀 𝐝𝐚𝐫𝐤 𝐜𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐠𝐞 𝐭𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐬 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐝𝐞𝐬𝐢𝐫𝐞, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝒉𝒂𝒕𝒓𝒆𝒅 𝐢𝐠𝐧𝐢𝐭𝐞𝐬 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐠𝐚𝐬𝐨𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐞. 𝗥𝗮𝗷 𝗞𝗵𝘂𝗿𝗮𝗻𝗮 took her for revenge. To burn down her bloodline. But now, all he can think about is how she tastes when she mo-ans through clenched teeth. He wanted to 𝒉𝒂𝒕𝒆 her. To punish her for a past she didn't write. To watch her shatter and never feel a thing. Exactly- he wanted to. Because somewhere between the ropes and the rage, the punishment and the pleasure- She became the only thing real in his twisted world. He took her for revenge. But she'll be the one to destroy him- One sin, one kiss, one scream at a time. In this game of fire and control... someone's about to burn. Will she just be a pawn in his revenge?

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She's no stranger to pain - it's carved into her bones, stitched into her silence. On the surface, her life looks simple, almost ordinary. But beneath that calm lies a storm of secrets, shadows, and a past that refuses to let her go. Between the weight of survival and the pull of a future she's not sure she deserves, she learns that the most dangerous battles aren't always fought in the open... and the heart isn't as easy to guard as she thought.

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She cried where no one dared to hear, A whisper drowned in blood and fear. One final breath, a silenced scream, Now she haunts the edge of every dream. They took her voice, they broke her name, Left her bones, but not her flame. The earth refused to hold her soul, For justice never made her whole. She walks beneath the moonlight of her new cursed world, A question carved in every sigh. Not revenge, but truth she seeks In shattered nights and haunted weeks. She cannot sleep, she will not fade, not ever. No grave will keep what's left behind A woman wronged, unrested mind. With frost in breath and eyes of flame, She hunted those who fed the blame. Each heartbeat marked, each shadow known Their guilt engraved in flesh and bone. She found them hiding in their lies, Tore truth from lips and sight from eyes. No mercy lived within her shade, No sin too small to make them pay. Even those with hands kept clean Felt the chill of things unseen. For silence, too, can bear the knife, And feed the spirit that steals a life. A reign of terror, cold and wide, The veil between the worlds untied. She ruled the dusk, the dark, the dread A queen of pain, a crown of red. But storms, no matter how they roar, Will break upon a stronger shore. One day a light will pierce her gloom, A soul not swayed by wrath or tomb. He'll walk where others failed and dared not tread, To calm the spirit, to raise the dead.