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[Mature Content] 1# To Love a Vampire. A marriage to cure a curse. An unwilling bride. When the first Prince of Vampires asks for her hand in marriage, Bel is repulsed by this and vehemently refuses. She always imagined her husband would be like her sister’s. A handsome man who shares similar interests with her. He doesn’t need to be royalty. All that matters is that they were in love. Davien got the handsome part down but unfortunately, nothing else. To top it all, he is a vampire. However, she won’t have minded his terrible traits if she loves him but she doesn’t, and neither does he love her. When her father says she has no option but to marry him, Bel vows to do everything in her power to make Davien hate her. If she can’t stop him from marrying her, she can at least make him end the marriage. She will be the worst bride ever. But what happens when Davien can handle her antics and shows nothing but love to her regardless of what she does? 2# To Want a Vampire A girl who won’t speak—or perhaps can’t—only shaking in terror but the scars on her body tell Stelian everything he needs to know about the horrors she’s endured. For Mallory, life has never been kind. Her mother’s death at age thirteen marked the start of her descent into further darkness. Two years later, her father would sell her to vampires, condemning her to unspeakable torment. After three grueling years, Mallory escapes, only to fall into the hands of vampires once again. But this time, she encounters someone different—someone without the red eyes she has come to loathe. Yet, when she learns that he too craves blood, just like those who shattered her body, spirit, and soul, Mallory must confront her deepest fears. Can she open herself to him, or will he become yet another nightmare in her endless cycle of suffering? (I’m taking a break to focus on my new book but will be back in the future.)

"Love makes you weak." That was the very first thing that Dawn had ever learned; the only thing her mother had taught her. Nix'Ryl had been a tough place to grow up. You could not trust anyone. People who dared to trust someone always ended up regretting it. That was why when the young shapeshifting king of Lumna offered her a way out she left with him. Home. It was something she longed for. And it was what he offered her to marry him. So she did. Though when he was alive she had spent a lot of energy pushing him away, when her husband is murdered she vows that those who dared take her provider away shall die. ......................... Raven could not remember anything about his life, himself, where he was from. How far away he was from home. Nothing but a beautiful face. A face that was constantly in his mind. If he could find the owner of the face, he might be able to find out more about himself. There was just one problem. He was blind. Completely unable to see. When the queen takes him under her wing he swears that he will return the favor. For though he cannot remember anything about his past, Raven knows that one should always pay a debt.

A girl who has a special ability to manipulate nature, she didn't know what's happening around her so she slowly wanted to know everything around her. A cold CEO appears who takes fascinating to her. Lets see how things going to solve.

For fifty years, House Valdris and House Morryn have bled each other dry over an assassination neither side fully understands. Seraphine Valdris has built her entire reign on one truth: the Morryn killed her family’s peace. Caelan Morryn has built his on one wound: the Valdris destroyed his. They are wrong about each other. Someone has been counting on that. When a third faction emerges from the shadows cold, patient, and growing both bloodlines face a threat that fifty years of war left them too weak to survive alone. Forced into a temporary alliance, Seraphine and Caelan must work together long enough to find the truth buried beneath half a century of manufactured hatred. The enemy is not who either of them believed. And the longer they spend in each other’s presence, the harder it becomes to remember why they were supposed to hate each other at all. Throne of Bleeding Shadows is a dark vampire fantasy of blood politics, ancient secrets, and a slow-burn enemies-to-lovers romance that begins in contempt and ends somewhere neither of them planned.

'Old wounds can be the hardest to heal.' Amaris thought she was nothing special. After all, what is so special about a vampire that works as a barmaid? Ivailo knew that there was something special about Amaris, even if she didn't. What he didn't count on was falling for the daughter of the Emperor that he worked hard to kill, the one that threatened his throne. Can the two of them work together to heal the wounds of the past? Or will these wounds kill them both?

Almond never wanted to be a bride. Especially not to a creature born of bone chants and blood oaths. But prophecy doesn’t care what you want—it only cares what you were made for. And Almond? She was built for darkness. Scarred and supernatural, inked in pain and sharpened by fire, she’s hunted by a seductive, ancient force called the Prophet—a being who marks his chosen not with rings, but with rituals. When Aren—the boy she once trusted—returns possessed, everything explodes. A wedding is arranged beneath a veil of fire, and Almond agrees… just to stab the groom at the altar. But killing evil doesn’t end the story—it only wakes it up. As Almond, Velda (her bruised but badass ride-or-die), and Kairo (a cursed mage with too much knowledge and not enough soul left) flees deeper into ruined lands, truths unravel: Almond’s mother may have bargained her daughter into darkness. Aren may no longer be just Aren. And the Prophet? He might not be dead—just inside the veil, whispering sweet ruin. Now the question isn’t how Almond escapes. It’s how far she’ll go to finish the prophecy she was never supposed to survive. Because some brides wear white. Almond wears blood.

Severa Yllanna experienced her first heartbreak when Eugene Dominguez, the boy she trusted most, betrayed her during a fateful summer in Esperanza. The wound he left never truly faded, a scar she carried for years. Now, a decade later, fate brings them back together—but this time, she has no choice but to work with him. The past still lingers between them, but Severa refuses to let history repeat itself. After all, some summers may bleed, but do they ever truly heal?

In a world where the sun has long since perished beneath an eternal cobalt night, every human is born with Lunar Ichor, a living essence etched with a unique Lunar Sigil, a sacred symbol engraved into the soul itself. Yet Lunar Ichor alone grants no true divinity. Only when it resonates with Divine Ichor through the sacred rite of Baptism does the sigil awaken, forging an Astral Card, the vessel of one’s ascension and power. But the heavens are broken. The Moons, fragments of Divine Ichor left behind by gods waging endless war, hang shattered above the world, bleeding their power into mankind while spreading corruption through the night. From these celestial wounds came the Howlings, monstrous echoes of divine ruin, and the prophecy of another Cataclysm, a calamity said to descend when the Moon Goddess Noxella awakens once more. Amid this dying world lives Clyde Nox Pvolae, a boy who never sought power, never desired ascension, and never wished to stand among gods. Yet when he discovers a forbidden book buried beneath ancient truths, his Lunar Ichor mutates into Hollow Star, an impossible anomaly that defies the sacred laws binding humanity to the heavens. As the coming Cataclysm draws near and the descent of Noxella threatens to plunge the world into ruin, Clyde becomes entangled in a fate older than the gods themselves. If the heavens once fell because of mankind’s arrogance, then what will happen when one human gains the power to defy the gods? Will history repeat itself? This story is officially published on Royal Road by Cyan_Yabby. Available on Patreon for early access to chapters and exclusive content: https://patreon.com/Cyan_Yabby?utm_medium=unknown&utm_source=join_link&utm_campaign=creatorshare_creator&utm_content=copyLink

When civilisation collapses and but one city remains, what sacrifices should be made for the continued existence of humanity?

Why did all this happen ? why did I fall in love with the wrong person? why did I give my life to him? . . . "to be loved from distance like the stars" love was never about place, it was about hearts. the love that flew boundaries , the love that journeyed the universe. the love that made them live. love.