- Reads 211
- Votes 5
- Parts 39
MatureOngoing3h 43m
Last published Mon, Jul 6, 2026
Ravi has always felt different-like something inside her is waiting to awaken.
But grief has dimmed her light, leaving her drifting through life without direction.
Until one stranger crosses her path... knowing more than he should.
Suddenly, everything shifts. Strange dreams. Ancient symbols. A glow that seems to follow her wherever she goes. And the closer she gets to the truth, the more impossible it becomes to ignore the feeling that something is coming for her.
Whether she's ready or not.
Some destinies aren't chosen.
They're remembered.
All Rights Reserved
Join the largest storytelling communityGet personalized story recommendations, save your favourites to your library, and comment and vote to grow your community.
You may also like
![The Reaper Saga [Book 1-3]](https://img.wattpad.com/cover/165725620-256-k916500.jpg)
The Reaper Saga [Book 1-3]
[BUNDLE] BOOK 1: There's a reason buried things should always stay buried. For better or for worse. To have and to hold a demon for eternity. She says demons haunt the night, inflecting everything in their path. But where I come from demons don't just lurk around the shadows. They breed in your head. Feasting on your soul until you cease to exist. And, mine just woke up infested in wicked lies. Till death do us apart, little soul. BOOK 2: Girls like them are expected to dance to the tune of evil. To smile with the taste of souls in their veins and vengeance in their hearts. To feed the ghosts and the monsters within them. Discarded by the world and hidden in a maze of twisted creatures, I'm barely holding into my sanity, trapped between the past and the present. Between good and evil. Until one day I no longer recognize myself or them. He says he can see beyond the evil that I am. But it's not him that my madness prevails for or HIM. Because I'm starting to hear their tune, dancing to destruction and chaos. BOOK 3: There's a reason buried things should always stay buried. Like my mistakes. Your past. Now the grave is open and corpses are crawling out. Corpses inflicted with lies and betrayals. Corpses that you pull the strings of, corpses that even Hell is afraid to take. You see, little soul, you think that makes you the monster in our story. But you forgot me. You forgot my promise. Our story might have ended with till death do us apart. But even death has a shadow to lose.Complete
𝐒𝐡𝐢𝐯𝐚𝐧𝐲𝐚 - 𝐇𝐢𝐬 𝐑𝐨𝐲𝐚𝐥 𝐁𝐫𝐢𝐝𝐞|𝟏𝟖+|
#Top 1 in India ( 29,30,31/07/2025)(1,2,3/08/25) #Top 2 in India #Top 9 in India #Top 3 in india #Top 6 in India [ 𝗥𝗲𝗮𝗱 𝗮𝘀 𝘀𝘁𝗮𝗻𝗱𝗮𝗹𝗼𝗻𝗲! ] __________ ☆𝐒𝐡𝐢𝐯𝐚𝐧𝐲𝐚 𝐗 𝐘𝐚𝐤𝐬𝐡 𝐒𝐡𝐞𝐤𝐡𝐚𝐰𝐚𝐭☆ _________ ✿What will happen when a newly wedded bride shivanya sitting alone in his newly wedded husband room and waiting for him but he doesn't come and she will meet him after 5 months of her wedding✿ Yaksh Shekhawat: With very anger and cold personality. Who is king of Aryagarh, known as Rana sa. CEO of shekhawat industries. Full of tragedic mystery. Anger is such that people's hands and legs start trembling. Even his calm gaze showers embers. He has very high anger issues which only his family members know about except Shivanya. He becomes a demon in anger whom no one has been able to calm him . Will Shivanya be able to live with him? Shivanya yaksh shekhawat : She was like a ice, medicine and cure nature for him. She is goddess of beauty. She is Rani sa or queen of Aryagarh. She had a bad past that was cause of her fear , running from her past but never cured from it. °°Glimpses°° His eyes fall on her parted red lips. She closed her eyes when his breath hits on her lips. She feels hot. Her surroundings give her warm sensation in her all body .But he leaned towards her ear, he blows air making to side the hair straind which plays on her cheeks. She clutch lightly his kurta. His hands caresses her waist by making different patterns makes her lost. She takes a deep breath. " gorgeous.." he huskily whispered near her ears making her tightly gripped on his kurta. He lightly placed his lips on her earlobs. A wave of sensation ran down to her spine. Her cheeks getting more warmed. She hurriedly moved from his hold and going to turn when he stops her by holding her wrist. " Rukiye .." he said.Complete
Don't Wake Me
He only exists when she's asleep. Every night, Aria dreams of the same man- a stranger with eyes like storm clouds and a voice that feels like home. He's everything she's ever wanted... and everything she should fear. Because when morning comes, she forgets him. Until one day, she doesn't. When she starts seeing him in the real world-on the train, in her hallway, in her mirror- she realizes the dreams were never dreams at all. They were a warning. Now, the man who once loved her in the dark refuses to let her wake. And if she does... she might remember what she was never meant to know. ⚠️ Dark romance meets psychological fantasy. A love story that exists between sleep and madness, where passion turns to possession, and waking up might be the end. ✨ Because some loves aren't meant to be lived-they're meant to be dreamed.Complete
𝗕𝗨𝗥𝗡𝗜𝗡𝗚 𝗧𝗜𝗘𝗦
BOOK ON HOLD-- writers block 😔 𝗜𝗩𝗢𝗥𝗬 𝗝𝗘𝗡𝗞𝗜𝗡𝗦 is the perfect little ballerina - soft-spoken, obedient, and untouched by the world that sold her. To everyone else, she's just a quiet girl with lowered eyes and pointed toes. But 𝗥𝗔𝗙𝗔𝗘𝗟 𝗖𝗔𝗦𝗧𝗘𝗟𝗟𝗢 knows better. He sees the way her hands tremble. The way her smile doesn't reach her eyes. The way she obeys like she's afraid not to. And it pulls him in. She was promised to him-a contract sealed in blood, not love-and now she belongs to a man as cold as he is calculated and controlling. Rafael doesn't crave her affection. He isn't looking to be wanted. What he wants is to unravel her. To possess every piece of the girl the world calls delicate. But Ivory isn't fragile. She's fractured. And the closer he gets, the more she falls apart for him. In a world of shadows, power, and pain, their connection becomes something twisted. Addictive. Dangerous. Because when you give yourself to a monster... you don't get to choose what parts of you he keeps. And when control slips... Desire takes its place. And Rafael never loses. 𝑺𝒉𝒆 𝒄𝒂𝒎𝒆 𝒕𝒐 𝒉𝒊𝒎 𝒂𝒍𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒚 𝒓𝒖𝒊𝒏𝒆𝒅. 𝑻𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒅𝒊𝒅𝒏'𝒕 𝒔𝒕𝒐𝒑 𝒉𝒊𝒎 𝒇𝒓𝒐𝒎 𝒕𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒓𝒆𝒔𝒕 𝒂𝒑𝒂𝒓𝒕. ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ・❥・ "Careful, Ivory. I play rougher when someone thinks they can outmatch me." ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ・❥・ { 18+ | Dark Mafia Romance } 𝖢𝖮𝖯𝖸𝖶𝖱𝖨𝖳𝖤 𝟤𝟢𝟤5 @𝗐𝗋𝗍𝖾𝗇𝗂𝗆
The spark and storm
They called her *witch* before they ever saw her power. On the night her village turned to flame, sixteen-year-old **Maya** watched her mother unleash a storm of crystal and fire to save them both. Now hunted and exiled, Maya flees into the forbidden **Blackwood Forest**-a place whispered to be alive, where spirits of light drift between the trees and ancient gods still dream beneath the soil. But something in the forest is watching her. Something old enough to remember her bloodline. And when it speaks her name, the world itself trembles. Bound by prophecy and shadow, Maya must uncover the truth of her family's power-the *Crystalborn*-a lineage once sworn to guard the earth's heart from the darkness below. Yet with every step deeper into the forest, that darkness awakens...and it knows her name. As the boundary between magic and madness thins, Maya will have to decide what she's willing to become to protect what remains of her world. Because some destinies are not chosen. They are awakened. By bookskeeper4lifeComplete
Sparks of Enchanted Desire |18+|
𝐂𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐱'𝐬 𝐞𝐲𝐞𝐬 𝐟𝐥𝐢𝐜𝐤𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐚 𝐝𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐬, 𝐚𝐥𝐦𝐨𝐬𝐭 𝐯𝐨𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐥𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐬𝐢𝐭𝐲 𝐚𝐬 𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐨𝐝 𝐛𝐞𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐥𝐨𝐭𝐭𝐞. 𝐇𝐢𝐬 𝐣𝐚𝐰 𝐜𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐝, 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐟𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐬 𝐛𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐝 𝐚𝐭 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐬𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐬, 𝐚𝐬 𝐢𝐟 𝐡𝐨𝐥𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐡𝐢𝐦𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐟 𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐮𝐜𝐡 𝐝𝐚𝐫𝐤𝐞𝐫. "𝐈 𝐡𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐡𝐨𝐰 𝐦𝐮𝐜𝐡 𝐈 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮," 𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐮𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐝, 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐯𝐨𝐢𝐜𝐞 𝐚 𝐥𝐨𝐰, 𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐠𝐫𝐨𝐰𝐥. "𝐈 𝐝𝐞𝐬𝐩𝐢𝐬𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐠𝐮𝐭𝐬, 𝐡𝐨𝐰 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐜𝐚𝐧 𝐧𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐦𝐞 𝐚𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐞, 𝐡𝐨𝐰 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐝𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐠𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐮𝐩. 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐤 𝐲𝐨𝐮'𝐫𝐞 𝐡𝐞𝐥𝐩𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐝𝐨 𝐢𝐬 𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐢𝐭 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐬𝐞." 𝐇𝐢𝐬 𝐠𝐚𝐳𝐞 𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐝𝐞𝐧𝐞𝐝, 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐚𝐧 𝐮𝐧𝐬𝐩𝐨𝐤𝐞𝐧 𝐯𝐮𝐥𝐧𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐛𝐢𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐲 𝐛𝐮𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐝 𝐛𝐞𝐧𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐡 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐮𝐫𝐲, 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐫𝐚𝐰 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐛𝐚𝐫𝐞𝐥𝐲 𝐤𝐞𝐞𝐩 𝐡𝐢𝐝𝐝𝐞𝐧. ⭒☼⭒☼⭒☼⭒☼⭒☼ |Welcome to Sparks of Enchanted Desire! / Warnings In the book|
TELL ME WHO I AM! | Dark Romance | Psychological Thriller |
She wakes up in a stranger's bed, a diamond ring glimmering on her finger - a symbol of promises she cannot remember - a vow forged in a past that's been stolen from her. Everyone says she's fortunate. That she's blessed. That a beautiful home, a devoted fiancé, and a spotless future await her. But when her pulse falters under his gentle touch... when her skin shivers instead of warming - something deep within resonates with the alarming feeling that something is profoundly, dangerously wrong. He insists it's for her own safety - that something awful happened, that healing simply takes time - but there's a fire in his eyes, a possessiveness he cannot mask. And somewhere in her mind, a locked box rattles against its chains. And at night, in the quiet... she dreams of another man she does not recognize. Until one day he steps out of the shadows. Not with flowers, but with fire, with danger, with a confession forged in the pure agony of a love forgotten. Not with comfort, but with a storm in his eyes and a voice that trembles when he says- "You promised to remember me," he whispers. "Even if the whole world made you forget." He is not kind. He is not patient. His love is wild - a consuming force - a sin that feels more elemental than redemption. The moment he reaches for her, the carefully woven lie starts to unravel, thread by thread, until the awful, beautiful truth emerges. She doesn't know his name. But her soul does. Now, stranded between two men - the man who offers refuge within a perfect illusion and the man who holds the key to a catastrophic reality - she must make a choice. To stay safely oblivious... or to break free and remember the life that was stolen from her. Because someone made sure she forgot. And they'll do whatever it takes to keep it that way. Some truths are dangerous - and some memories are worth everything.Complete
florencía
her patience and understanding. her virtue of love that fuses and discombobulates the togetherness of a forbidden force of nature and reality she yearns. two bodies, one soul ridden with dire consequences of togetherness; but still they seek to make amends in the haze of separation with nothing but a knack for energy and essence that brings forth visibility within the thorny vines of law and order. and brings upon the inevitable of 'what if?'. she's curious, bounded by a tangibility of life and Love to the soul of another, the inevitable is a forbidden delight- an inevitable she needs and an inevitable she seeks. florencía DISCLAIMER!!! THE CHAPTERS ARE LONG, AT LEAST 5000 WORDS OR MORE! @ariyahnxtdoor, November 2020 REVAMPED: February 2024Complete
[BUNDLE] BOOK 1: There's a reason buried things should always stay buried. For better or for worse. To have and to hold a demon for eternity. She says demons haunt the night, inflecting everything in their path. But where I come from demons don't just lurk around the shadows. They breed in your head. Feasting on your soul until you cease to exist. And, mine just woke up infested in wicked lies. Till death do us apart, little soul. BOOK 2: Girls like them are expected to dance to the tune of evil. To smile with the taste of souls in their veins and vengeance in their hearts. To feed the ghosts and the monsters within them. Discarded by the world and hidden in a maze of twisted creatures, I'm barely holding into my sanity, trapped between the past and the present. Between good and evil. Until one day I no longer recognize myself or them. He says he can see beyond the evil that I am. But it's not him that my madness prevails for or HIM. Because I'm starting to hear their tune, dancing to destruction and chaos. BOOK 3: There's a reason buried things should always stay buried. Like my mistakes. Your past. Now the grave is open and corpses are crawling out. Corpses inflicted with lies and betrayals. Corpses that you pull the strings of, corpses that even Hell is afraid to take. You see, little soul, you think that makes you the monster in our story. But you forgot me. You forgot my promise. Our story might have ended with till death do us apart. But even death has a shadow to lose.
More detailsContent Guidelines