Scholar Of Shadows
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Última publicación mié, ene 21, 2026
A TAGLISH STORY! (tagalog english)
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In a realm where light and shadow wage an eternal war, angels descended from radiant skies wielding spears of pure divinity, while devils rose from the depths with flames that could burn the soul itself.
Between them stood the mage neither bound by heaven's laws nor hell's chains drawing upon forbidden runes and ancient wisdom to bend reality.
In the clash of halos and horns, it was the mage's will that could tip the balance, shaping the fate of the world with a single spell.
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I felt his hand as it gently pushed the strands of hair that were blocking his view of my face, behind my shoulder. The action caused his fingers to involuntarily graze my jawline and neck making me stiffen. The short contact left my body feeling warm and my breathing to suddenly turn irregular. "I think you look beautiful." He said in that deep, soft voice that made me feel funny. I could still feel his fingers in my hair as they now seemed to instinctively move around the strands. "Thank you.." I whispered, surprised at how softly it came out. Could he even hear it? "My pleasure mamas." He replied, giving me my answer. The words leaving his lips sounded so good that I had to look to make sure he'd actually said them. Before I knew it my body was slowly leaning towards him and even in my dazed state I didn't miss his inching towards mine. • • • Follow Athena Kingman as she experiences life and love in ways that she's never imagined before. This is the story of a young woman growing and learning what it means to fully undergo all of the "New Heights" that come with living out your own journey and the stories friendship, companionship and self-love bring about. Disclaimer: I do not own any rights to the image used to make the cover photo. No need for copyright infringement. BWHM (Black Woman Hispanic Man) BWBM (Black Woman Black Man) BWSM (Black Woman Spanish Man) TEASER CHAPTER IS UP Still adding and editing.
At the Fields of Fire and Blood
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Olive Branch
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The Dance of Life
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A Dance of Shadows
Caught in the shifting shadows of his realm, he had searched every corner, every creature bound by destiny's law. The bond promised to him, the soulmate who should have anchored his existence slipped further from reach, elusive as smoke. Humans were fragile things, sparks splitting against the eternity, and he rarely spared them a thought. Yet fate had wound its thread beyond his comprehension. A fragile world of mortals, where no soulmate was ever meant to be found. To her, he did not exist. To him, she was everything he could not yet grasp. In a world divided between mortals and the supernatural, her life takes an unexpected turn when the Shadow King discovers she is his mate. As their bond deepens, reality begins to unravel, dragging her into a realm of beauty, danger, and secrets no human was meant to see. But destiny comes with a price. Will she survive the pull of shadows or be consumed by them?
Her Sickness, His Cure B2 (ON HOLD)
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"Be a good boy, Ares, and just follow my lead." His chest rose up rapidly, taking his hands into mine and placing them on my waist. Feeling him begin to grow hard and the pool of wetness between my legs ached my soul. I needed him now. A piece of his hair fell on his forehead, his thumbs moved in circular motion as I rocked my hips back and forth, holding onto his shoulders for support. I unbuttoned his shirt, revealing more of his toned chest; I was practically salivating at this sight. It was obvious that he was going to the gym, even just by looking at his arms you could tell. This man was pure perfection, and I was pure seduction. "W-we shouldn't be doing this," his voice was breathless and ragged. My back arched because of the growing sensation I was feeling; he dipped his head between my neck, placing light kisses. I fist his hair as my jaw drops; my panties are drenched. "We should, we had a deal." _____ Violet Gray was a sophomore in college and failing her classes. With her growing popularity due to her looks and partying every night, Violet had completely forgotten the true reason for being in school. She had two options: get kicked out of college or find a tutor. Violet didn't want either; she was embarrassed to be kicked out. Ares Meadows was the epitome of smart and talented; his grades were all straight A's. He didn't have time to party nor focus solely on his looks and popularity. Ares was a nerd with even more nerdy friends, but the way he looked distracted everyone from the fact that he was a nerd. But nobody wants an inexperienced man.
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