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In Asterwynd, every child is born with a Sigil that proves they carry a Gift, but it fully awakens only at sixteen during the Rite of Bloom. Until then, they train in controlled “Veilwork,” because half-awakened Gifts can misfire or be stolen. After the Rite, each new adult must serve the kingdom for three years. Viella Waverly has an unknown Sigil shaped like a stitched-shut eye, and she fears what she will become. During her Rite, the Bloomwell does not show her reflection—it shows the wrong stars, then reality itself splits like a door, revealing a shadow version of Asterwynd before snapping shut. A voice in her mind says she is finally “old enough to hold it.” The Crown hides what happened and keeps Viella under “protection,” which becomes a cage. She learns the truth: the Rule of Sixteen is a lock, meant to delay dangerous powers. Viella’s Gift is Riftweave—the ability to open and stitch boundaries between places, memories, and worlds. The shadow kingdom, Nhal, wants its door reopened, and every time Viella uses her power, an ancient presence inside her grows stronger, pushing her toward a choice that could save Asterywnd or break it.

Seven years ago, Lumia's father vanished. No body. No answers. When a sudden tragedy claims the companion Quarn [CREATURE] she loved most, Lumia is forced into a dangerous journey to find the truth. But her path fractures when a dying stranger thrusts a forbidden crystal into her hands—one containing a unique, crystal-born Quarn that shouldn't even exist. Suddenly, Lumia becomes a target. Ruthless organizations are hunting for ancient secrets, children are vanishing into numbered experiments, and whispers spread of the Crystal Rite—a ceremony meant to awaken forces that should remain forgotten. Accompanied by a group of unpredictable companions carrying dark secrets of their own, Lumia must navigate a conspiracy far older than her father's disappearance. Because the deeper she digs, the more terrifying the truth becomes: Her father wasn't simply lost. He was involved. What to Expect: Female Lead & Multi-POV: Centered around Lumia, featuring a rich ensemble cast of companion characters. Beast Companions: Deep, emotional bonds with unique, powerful entities (Quarns). Dark Fantasy & Mystery: A world of hidden organizations, illegal experimentation, and ancient secrets. Slow-Burn Progression: Real emotional stakes, trauma recovery, and meaningful character growth. Content Warning: Features themes of emotional trauma, experimentation, and fantasy violence. Schedule: Updates Saturday, Monday, and Sunday!

In this fractured world, the last remnants of humanity are confined to scattered enclaves, isolated by towering walls that protect them from the relentless horrors beyond. The land outside is a wasteland overrun by innumerable horrors and ravaged by centuries of conflict. These horrors, an unrelenting force of destruction, have pushed the survivors into a small corner of the world in a desperate fight for survival. At the heart of this crumbling world is Blight, a young boy of mysterious origin and a lineage tied to both the ancient and the cursed. His very existence is marked by both immense potential and an unsettling dark gift—powers that could either turn the tide of battle or doom all of humanity.

Scorin only wanted one thing on his days off. Play games. Avoid people. Exist in peace. But when the new MMORPG The Rite Of Lamia launches, Scorin finds himself trapped inside a Demon-only tutorial led by a mysterious woman named Lamia — a seductive entity who treats him less like a player… and more like something that belongs to her. What starts as a simple MMO quickly becomes something far more dangerous. Skills evolve like living weapons. Demons don’t take quests — they hunt bounties. And the more people who acknowledge Lamia’s existence… the more violent Scorin becomes. While streamers chase fame, guilds fight for dominance, and players lose themselves inside the game, Scorin slowly realizes the worst part of TROL isn’t dying. It’s how easy it becomes to stop caring who’s real. Welcome to The Rite Of Lamia. No Heroes. Only Demons. https://patreon.com/Scorin?utm_medium=unknown&utm_source=join_link&utm_campaign=creatorshare_creator&utm_content=copyLink

When Kemal, a solitary linguist with a passion for ancient languages, receives a cryptic stone disc unearthed from a forgotten Istanbul excavation, he assumes it will be just another curious translation project. But within the disc lies more than words — it holds a silence that has endured for three thousand years.

In a world where every person’s power is born from a Rite of Passage, no ability comes without a price. Some choose their Passage. Others are given no choice. And for those chosen by fate, the price may be everything.

Author Notice: To all who choose to read this, the story is male lead, but due to missing tags, it is also a genderbender. His harem of women will be intimate with BOTH forms he takes on. Thank you.

I’d lived my whole life on the fringe of pack territory among the humans. I’d never even seen another lycan, outside my parents, because we were refugees given sanctuary, not real members. That was until I’d turned 18 and they came to collect me. The Alpha, Dmitri Volkov, of the Opalescent Moon Pack. He was exactly what you’d picture an Alpha to be; tall with broad shoulders, and under that well tailored suit, muscles for days. I suppose most would’ve called him handsome, with startling ice blue eyes, and thick, wavy black hair framing his perfectly calm face. But I hated him with every fiber of my being.

A wedding night is supposed to be the most sacred moment of union between two partners. Yet when I awoke from my stupor, I saw neither Alexander’s tender face nor felt the gentle touch of his wolf spirit, Rex. I felt cold all over and was unable to move. Looking down, I was horrified to discover that I was naked, bound by several thick silver ropes to a huge, long dining table. The silver ropes unsettled the wolf spirit within me. I struggled violently, trying to summon the strength within me to break free from my bonds. “Don’t waste your energy, Serena.” A cold, sharp voice rang out from above. I looked up and saw Alexander. He was dressed in a crisp black suit, staring at me expressionlessly; there was no warmth in his eyes, only cold detachment. “Alexander, let me go! What is this?” I shouted, my throat hoarse, as the wolf’s spirit within me roared with fury in my mind, trying to break through the drug’s barrier. Alexander gave no reply, merely reaching out to adjust the tension of the ropes, as though fiddling with an object.

The missing aren't truly gone. They wait, they whisper, they beg to be heard. Maya Adira Putri, an indigo girl, is an unseen witness to the restless dead. They come to her, one by one, bringing fragments of a bloody story tied to a dark, ruthless project. Alongside a police officer who also happens to be her childhood friend, Maya must uncover the truth. But every answer only drags them deeper into the darkness. And behind that nameless factory lurks a secret that was never meant for human ears.