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The Tale of the Huntress

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The storyteller sits back in his intricately engraved chair as a woman with flowing chesnut hair takes the seat beside him. Many gather around to hear the eloquent words and mystifying tales that he weaves together. A soft smile plays on his lips as his gentle eyes look over the crowd. "Come and listen," he begins and the people are silenced. "I will tell you a story that is close to my heart. It follows the life of a young huntress by the name of Nova who never had the chance for a childhood nor peace for more than a few years. Instead of letting her harsh upbringing be her downfall, she used it to sculpt her into a fierce warrior," he pauses as he takes in several of the faces that light up with recognition after such a short description. "You may already know her journey as her legend is ever growing with the rumors around Hysmeai. So listen closely as I tell the tale of the huntress."
  
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Reaping The Red Heir by eden_ari

He smiled. The devil himself couldn't have crafted a more wicked grin. "What do you say we play a game, little Reaper?" I narrowed my eyes, trying to decipher his intentions. "What kind of game?" His grin widened, showing the tips of his fangs. I watched the prince curiously as he strode over to his bag. With a swift motion, he withdrew a bow and a quiver of arrows, flinging them at my feet without so much as a second glance. I furrowed my eyebrows, casting him a look of uncertainty. That sinister grin stayed plastered upon his lips as he said, "Run." *** I, Skyla Ashforth, am what some might call a "sociopath." It was a title that fit. Why shouldn't I embrace it? I am a vampire slayer, a Reaper of bloodsuckers, and an exceptionally good one, if I do say so myself. Yes, being a sociopath has its perks; I could manipulate and deceive with the best of them. So, when captured by the notorious Red Prince, I embraced the challenge of manipulating my freedom. Pierce Darcee, was a sadistic vampire with a God complex. The fool actually believed he could break me. Little did he know, I was the kind of Reaper who would dance through a battlefield, whistling a merry tune as I twirled my braids. I relished the challenge of manipulating his oversized ego, planning to stab that rotting, blackened heart of his with a venom-laced dagger. I crafted a scheme so delightful, so intricate, that I couldn't help but salivate at the prospect of victory. It was foolproof, or so my mind believed. But then... then there was that pull. That unexpected, unwelcome spark that ignited something within me. Feelings, of all things! Now, that was a complication. Disgusting, messy feelings that could very well lead to my destruction. Or his. It was a dangerous game we played, but then again, the most thrilling ones usually are. *Rated M for Murder, Mayhem, and some profanity. Sorry but no smutty interludes. You've stumbled into a blood bath, not a bodice ripper.*

THE DEVIL' S WRATH by almondxeye

A profound love between two people betting against all odds, would they be able to stand together? or let the fate decide... Synopsis: Two different souls, bound together by their shared hatred towards each other, or are they? This is a story of two individuals who clashes everytime they meet, or they're just stubborn enough to fight their attraction and refused to acknowledge their feeling because of a painful past. As the saying goes the more you hate, the more you love right? Meet: Alexander Blackhurst; cold hearted arrogant CEO of Blackhurst Corporation who dominated the business world w/iron fist, those who tried to sabotage him will be crushed and burned. With the face that carved like a Greek God, an impressive height of 6"2 , jet black hair, with piercing blue eyes. Many women tried to capture his attention and heart but failed to melt the ice cold personality , until in the presence of a beautiful strong minded blond haired pixie. Cassandra Burke; who is raised by a military family. Her beauty alone can attract anyone's attention, with her height of 5"5 she is tiny compared to the rest of her family. Long wavy blond hair, cute button nose, well defined cheek bones, perfect bow lips and the pair of unusual violet eyes. Anyone could only admire in distance.. Together with her two older brothers Nathaniel and Jacob who followed their father's footsteps.They are very protective of Cassie, she never had a boyfriend although she's very beautiful. Men were afraid to approached her because of the three towering figures who always threatened them.This is the reason why Cassie wanted to get out from their overbearing clutches. She felt suffocated and wanted to live on her own and be independent, she never have that.

Blind Instincts by _Serza

*COMPLETED* My head bowed in a heavy mannor, not in respect, but in trepidation. I discern his unwavering gaze over my ill silhouette. "Look at me." I opened my eyes, though it made no difference. Black is still black, all I am left with are my four senses. He will kill me if I don't look. He will kill me if I do. He will look into my sightless eyes and see my futile existence isn't worth living. He will kill me, and he will be doing the pack a justice by it. He growls a low, throaty snarl to warn me about disobeying an alpha. There will be consequences, we both know that. His lingering growls let me know he is not going to allow me to contravene his word. I steadily inch my head upwards, visibly shaking everywhere else. Maybe he won't notice my depthless eyes from across the gazebo. My life depends on it. "You're blind." ~ Monet was born into a particularly prestigious area of her wolf pack, to parents of extremely high standards. Her legacy is to become the packs next healer, but when she was born completely devoid of melanin, all her mated parents saw was a disappointment. Being born an albino wolf pup meant a lot for Monet, but it mostly meant her condition had taken her eyesight along with it. What happens when Monet meets the Alpha of a neighboring pack? Will he accept her for what she is? ~CONTENT WARNING~ This book contains depictions of physical abuse, foul language, and upsetting scenary. This book is in no way, shape, or form glorifying domestic abuse of a parent or partner. This book is intended for individuals who feel at odds with their self due to their uniqueness. It is meant to shine light on those who differ from the majority; conquering, and overcoming those who lessen them for what makes them special. ~ Word count at completion date: 33,915 ALL RIGHTS RESERVED.

Falling for her by livoutloudlol

When a powerful strong gangleader falls for a sweet and abused loving girl what will happen? "Can't you just stay away from me I don't like you and I especially don't wanna be with you." I spat. "Well to bad baby girl because I have already fallen for you which means you are already mine."He says with a smile plastered on to his face. --------------------------------------------------------------------- Have not had time to edit this story yet.

Incendium: A Raging Inferno | ONC 2023 by AnshaBhatia

★ AMBASSADORS PICK ★ When the Demon Lord threatens to wipe out the entire human population, Demon Huntress Zelda Harpestrix must join hands with another demon to defeat the evil Lord. ★★★ Zelda Harpestrix was an orphan who was picked up from the streets and handed the special ability to hunt and kill demons. She is an expert Demon Huntress who has never failed once in her ten years of hunting demons. But her mission falls in danger when mysterious scrolls land all over the country threatening that the demons will suck the souls of all the humans by the Big New Moon night. And she has to take that threat seriously when a mysterious stranger enters the town she's currently hiding in. Zelda can detect demons with their smell and she's sure this mysterious stranger is one of them. But the more she sees him, she finds him different than the rest of them. The stranger, Kaian Corignis has a secret he can't share with anyone. His purpose of visiting the town is simple but when a certain red-headed huntress jumps out of nowhere and is determined to kill him, he is enraged and forced to reveal his true identity to the huntress. But it shouldn't be too bad working together, as Kaian and Zelda might be working towards the same goal, after all. ★★★ CONTENT WARNING: This book contains mature themes like violence, bloodshed, gore, and other such themes. Read it at your own risk. Start date: 10/02/2023 End date: Ongoing Cover by: Me

THE KING'S HEARTLESS GUARD by BROKENPEN720

The Devil Walking On Earth is what he is called by the supernatural. Ruthlessness runs through his very soul. Heartless he is. He is unforgiving. His fearlessness is something known to every species that exists. He is capable of wiping out an entire race and no one would utter a word to stop him. He's known for keeping only male guards but this time around he wants females as guards. This decision shocked the entire supernatural race. But most females dared not go to the contest. It was only ten of them. Among the ten females, one particular one caught his eye even though all the females have their potential. She was fierce, strong, calm, and Lethal and he loved the fire in her eyes. It reminds him of himself. ______Disclaimer_______ He watched as she stood in front of him, giving the five men a hard glare which left them shifting from one foot to the other. She never ceases to amaze him. How can a beautiful girl be so cold? He asked himself secretly. "My King wants to have a chat with your master, in peace," she said with the same cold emotionless tone with a dark aura surrounding her. An aura that he has never felt around her in before. "Our King has no business with your asshole of a king," one of the men spat angrily. The next second she was standing close to him with her dagger on his spin. "Don't disrespect my king. I won't mind castrating you before ripping out your particulars. One more word of disrespect thrown at my king and I will make sure I add you to an art collection," she warned, her voice coming out darker than he expected which made a shiver run down his spine as the guard nodded with a fearful expression. "Now, lead the way. Try anything smart and I won't hesitate to slice you up," she muttered motioning for the king to come with them. He followed with the same cold expression. He has never met a woman as strong as her in his entire life and this female has his heart without knowing. She's The King's Guard.

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Reaping The Red Heir

He smiled. The devil himself couldn't have crafted a more wicked grin. "What do you say we play a game, little Reaper?" I narrowed my eyes, trying to decipher his intentions. "What kind of game?" His grin widened, showing the tips of his fangs. I watched the prince curiously as he strode over to his bag. With a swift motion, he withdrew a bow and a quiver of arrows, flinging them at my feet without so much as a second glance. I furrowed my eyebrows, casting him a look of uncertainty. That sinister grin stayed plastered upon his lips as he said, "Run." *** I, Skyla Ashforth, am what some might call a "sociopath." It was a title that fit. Why shouldn't I embrace it? I am a vampire slayer, a Reaper of bloodsuckers, and an exceptionally good one, if I do say so myself. Yes, being a sociopath has its perks; I could manipulate and deceive with the best of them. So, when captured by the notorious Red Prince, I embraced the challenge of manipulating my freedom. Pierce Darcee, was a sadistic vampire with a God complex. The fool actually believed he could break me. Little did he know, I was the kind of Reaper who would dance through a battlefield, whistling a merry tune as I twirled my braids. I relished the challenge of manipulating his oversized ego, planning to stab that rotting, blackened heart of his with a venom-laced dagger. I crafted a scheme so delightful, so intricate, that I couldn't help but salivate at the prospect of victory. It was foolproof, or so my mind believed. But then... then there was that pull. That unexpected, unwelcome spark that ignited something within me. Feelings, of all things! Now, that was a complication. Disgusting, messy feelings that could very well lead to my destruction. Or his. It was a dangerous game we played, but then again, the most thrilling ones usually are. Rated M for Murder, Mayhem, and some profanity. Sorry but no smutty interludes. You've stumbled into a blood bath, not a bodice ripper.