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CROWNED IN ASH : THE DEVIL'S ONLY PULSE

Power didn't taste like wine or gold. It tasted like ash. For five thousand years, Lucian Vane has ruled the shadows of Sicily as the untouchable Devil Don—a man whispered about like a curse and feared like a god. But beneath the empire, beneath the wealth and bloodshed, he is nothing more than a king in a graveyard. Cursed by an ancient betrayal, his touch is death itself. Skin to skin, and everything turns to ash. Empires have fallen beneath his hands… but so has every chance at warmth, at life, at something as simple as a heartbeat against his own. He has everything—except the one thing he cannot have. Human touch. Elara Valerius is the opposite of everything he is. Where his world burns, hers is empty. A Null. A void. A woman untouched by magic—and untouched by feeling. Raised without emotion, she moves through life with cold detachment, untouched by fear, love, or pain. So when she is offered in place of her sister to settle a deal with the Devil Don, she accepts without hesitation. Not as a sacrifice… but as someone who has nothing left to lose. She walks into his domain not to survive— but to finally feel something. Even if it’s death. But death doesn’t come. When Lucian’s lethal hand closes around her throat, the world does not crumble into dust. Instead, something impossible happens— The curse breaks. For the first time in five millennia, Lucian feels a heartbeat beneath his palm. For the first time in her empty existence, Elara feels fire. What binds them is not salvation. It is addiction. Their touch becomes a dangerous hunger—one that drags Lucian closer to obsession and awakens something fragile and dangerowithin Elara. But the truth carved into her very bones threatens to destroy them both. Because Elara is not just the cure to his curse. She is the blood of the woman who destroyed him. And the closer they get, the more the past begins to rise from the grave—bringing betrayal, vengeance, and a fate that was written in blood long before they were ever born. In a world where touch means death, they are the only exception. But some curses were never meant to be broken. And some loves were never meant to survive.

qudseesheikh · Fantasy
5 Chs

Deceived by the Veil

Althea stood at the doorway of the bridal suite, her heart heavy with a weight she couldn't shake. The dress lay on the bed, pristine and untouched, a cruel reminder of everything she had lost. It wasn't supposed to be her walking down the aisle, pledging herself to a man she barely knew. But here she was, forced to step into her sister's place. Her sister's choice to leave had devastated her. She had rejected a life that demanded sacrifice and duty, choosing freedom over family. And Althea, for all her anger and confusion, was left with no choice but to save the family's reputation. She had to wear the dress, say the vows, and marry a man she didn't love. Her fingers trembled as she adjusted the veil, staring at her reflection. She looked perfect-beautiful, poised-but she didn't feel that way. She felt like a shadow, a replacement for the woman who should've been here. The weight of the gown suffocated her as she prepared to step into a life that wasn't hers to claim. She wasn't ready for this. She wasn't ready to marry him. But with every step she took toward the chapel, the reality set in. There was no turning back. And there, at the altar, stood Elijah. His eyes locked on hers as she approached, his gaze intense, unreadable. A faint smile curved his lips, one she couldn't quite decipher, but there was something in it that made her blood run cold. Satisfaction. He looked at her as if she were an object, something to be claimed. With each step, his smile deepened, pleased with what was walking toward him. He wasn't looking at her as a woman to be loved. He was looking at her as a prize, something that had finally fallen into his grasp. Althea's throat tightened. She couldn't turn back now, not with everyone watching. As she reached the altar, she realized the vows she was about to speak weren't hers to make. They had been written for her sister, and now she would speak them, to a man who had claimed her sister's life and was now claiming hers by default.

qudseesheikh · Urban
7 Chs