The Devil's Broken Doll
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“You see yourself as ordinary,” he said softly. “But entire worlds have crumbled and come apart for far less than a woman of your beauty.”
He pushed his horn further again, filling her another inch. Her flame flared white-hot behind her ribs. Begging, pleading, clawing.
“That’s it, my little whore. You like that, don’t you?” he preened against the corner of her mouth.
His voice hit her harder than the horn. Dirty, cruel, worshipful. The word whore sent heat spiralling down her spine, making her clench around the invasion. She hated the word. She loved how he said it.
“Please…” She started. He squeezed her throat, cutting off the rest of her words. Her breath hitched violently at the pressure, but she surrendered to the feeling.
“Unless you are about to beg me to fuck your ass harder with this horn, I don’t want to hear how you can’t take any more.” He growled, low and threatening. A wave of want crashed into her so hard she whimpered.
Adelaide should have been scared. In a way, she was. It wasn’t fear that made her heart pound, it was the terrifying realisation that she wanted exactly what he demanded. She wanted to feel the thickness of his horn deep inside her, wanted the stretch, the pain, the pleasure. She wanted all of what she knew he could give her.
She leaned her head back to run her tongue over the seam of his lips.
“Fuck me harder.” She said softly, the words barely a whisper. They carried the desperation, surrender, hunger, devotion, need. Her voice trembled with the weight of what she was giving him. Of what she was asking him to do to her.
He growled. The sound vibrated through her, deep and possessive.
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Chapter: Chapter 215 - The Traitor's Son(Apollo) The war council chamber held its breath in basalt and iron. It was the kind of room that never truly slept, even when empty, because the mountain beneath it remembered every order ever spoken here and kept them like a hoard. Heat did not simply exist here; it endured, caught in the stone like a sentence that refused to end. The braziers cast their low, unwavering light across the vaults, ribs of fire tracing the ceiling, while the air itself tasted of scorched metal and resin, old ash that never quite settled. Every breath carried the memory of forge and funeral, as if the room could not choose between being a place of making or a place of mourning. At the centre, the strategy dais waited, altar and instrument both, its surface marked by ward-lines—some ancient, some new—each humming with the mountain’s slow, relentless pulse. The hum was not a sound but a pressure, a vibration that lived behind the teeth and in the hollow of the wrist, where pulse and instinct met and re
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Chapter: Chapter 214 - The March(Arkael Ashborne) Apollo’s realm had felt the manipulation early enough to prepare. That knowledge did not disturb Arkael. If anything, it sharpened his satisfaction. Prepared enemies were honest. Unprepared enemies were noisy, and noise wasted time. He preferred a prepared enemy. Surprise created disorder. Disorder created unpredictability. Prepared defences meant a visible structure. Visible structure could be dismantled. Bone by bone if necessary. The Iron Legions’ ranks finished forming, black armour reflecting faint streaks of amber light from the altered seam behind Arkael’s advancing forces. The distance between armies narrowed not in wild collision but in deliberate increments, each side measuring the other across a widening field of heat-shimmer and fractured stone. In that shimmering space, distance felt like a living thing, shrinking with every breath, every blink, every tightening of a grip. Hell was not scrambling. Hell was bracing. And as the first ar
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Chapter: Chapter 213 - Prepared Enemy(Arkael Ashborne) Now, as the memory overlapped with the present march, Arkael felt again the triad resonance that had flared within the palace corridors only moments ago. It had not been only sovereign white, gold and infernal flame. There had been shadow threaded through it, dense and anchored, responding not as an accessory but as a participant, and the convergence had rung through the realm like a struck bell. The note had been too clean, too true, the kind of sound that makes teeth ache and saints look up from their graves. Even the Nether, miles away, had seemed to pause, as if nothingness itself recognised a chord it could not swallow. Arkael did not misinterpret the sound. The Third awakens. He believed he knew what that meant. He believed the prophecy had been tightening around him for centuries, shaping him into inevitability. Dravenor had always assumed as much; Vaedryn suspected but refused to crown the thought with certainty. Caelum, however, had become an anoma
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Chapter: Chapter 212 - Compromised(Arkael Ashborne) A war-horn rolled out across the Iron Marches, low and resonant, the sound moving through heat and stone not as a message but as a command pressed into bone. It did not simply travel. It settled, sinking into ribcages until every breath fell into rhythm with that single, unbroken note. The note was not meant for Emberborn ears, but it found them all the same, vibrating up through the black glass beneath their boots, stirring the ash that clung to every hem and blade. The ash lifted in thin, uncertain spirals, as if even dead things could not help but turn toward the sound, as if the Marches themselves had learned to flinch at the memory of it. Apollo had felt the breach. Good. Arkael did not slow. The Emberborn ranks moved around him in measured formation, their discipline holding even as the heat shifted beneath their feet. Every footfall landed with deliberate weight, boots striking fused slag with a brittle click that echoed up through calves and spine, a r
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Chapter: Chapter 211 - Prophecy of Law(Arkael Ashborne) Apollo had killed his father. Not in spectacle. Not in prolonged torment. In a single, controlled surge of infernal flame that left no doubt and no room for appeal. The air had smelled of scorched stone and finality. The sound had been small, a sharp inhalation from the room itself, like Hell swallowing a verdict. Arkael had felt the break in his chest as something deeper than grief. It was foundation cracking, a structural collapse inside him that left nothing stable enough to stand on. He tasted bile and ash and the sudden, nauseating knowledge that the world would keep breathing without permission. He had not intended to survive that day. When Apollo’s flame had consumed his father and the Ashen Courts still rang with the echo of sanctioned execution, Arkael had lunged forward not as a strategist, not as a commander, but as a son who had just watched the axis of his world burn. He remembered the taste of iron in his mouth. He remembered the way his visi
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Chapter: Chapter 210 - Judgment(Arkael Ashborne) The clash of steel in the distance pulled him back to the present. Arkael’s eyes refocused on the Eastern Rift as the memory dissolved, and the air tasted of hot iron again instead of ash-choked grief. His tongue pressed to the back of his teeth once, a small, unconscious check for control, for the old habit of swallowing emotion before it could speak. For a moment, his throat tightened with a sensation that had nothing to do with fear and everything to do with the old wound that had never been allowed to scar cleanly. He pushed it down. He had learned long ago that grief was only useful when sharpened into direction. Grief was fuel. He had built an empire of patience on its heat, letting it burn slow and deep beneath the surface. The mages around the seam were waiting. The soldiers behind him were waiting. Even the Nether seemed to wait, that black absence pressing against the back of his awareness like a hand that had been placed there a thousand years ago a
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A Goddess Gifted by Fate
Zelena spent her life as a punching bag—for her father’s fists, for her classmates’ cruelty. Survival was her only purpose… until he walked in.
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Gunner is everything she shouldn’t dare to want: towering, devastatingly handsome, with piercing blue eyes that strip away her defenses. He shouldn’t have noticed her—a shadow in a world that had long since discarded her. Yet he sees her. Truly sees her.
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But why? Why would a man like him risk everything to shield her from the darkness? As their connection deepens, Zelena uncovers a terrifying truth—one that forces her to question not just Gunner’s motives, but the very essence of what she is…
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This title includes scenes of abuse, extreme violence, mutilation, bullying, torture, death and sexual activities. **********************************
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“Mine” I growled lowly as I inserted my finger. I want to make this last. She was warm and moist, her skin soft and inviting. She put her arm over my back, digging her nails into my skin, she pulled me down so that my body was on top of her. “More” she whispered biting onto my earlobe. She tugged at my boxers pulling them down over my ass, I slid them down my legs to my ankles and kicked them off. My throbbing erection was pressed against her dripping s*x. I kissed her mouth rough and fast, taking her tongue in my mouth and giving her mine. “Are you ready?” I whispered...
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Chapter: Chapter 467 - EpilogueZelena.Gunner’s arms came around my stomach, and he leaned his chin on my shoulder.“You okay?” he asked softly.“I’m good” I answered and reached up to tap his cheek. He turned his face and kissed the palm of my hand.“You were crying again” he said, like I hadn’t already known that.“Well, pregnant ladies cry, Mighty Alpha” I quipped and turned to face him with a smirk. He didn’t answer me right away, just gazed down at me.“You sure you’re alright?” he asked more gently. He cupped my cheek, and I leaned into his touch.“I’m fine. Thinking of Cole and Tobias just makes me sad sometimes”. Gunner smiled sadly and ran his thumb over the corner of my mouth.“Me too” he said softly before leaning in to press a soft kiss to my waiting lips.“I love you” I said, looking up into his beautiful blue eyes.“I love you more” he smiled back.“It’s not a competition” I grumbled and pinched his pec. He laughed and rubbed at the spot.“It’s not. There’s just more of you to love” he cooed and droppe
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Chapter: Chapter 466 - The EndZelena.Grief is difficult. It’s a hard feeling to navigate. With the addition of my bouts of guilt and regret, I wasn’t sure I was ever going to find my way through it. If I’m honest, I’m still working my way through it. Every new day is different from the last. It’s strange, really. One day, I will be fine, filled with happiness and joy, enjoying my family and my life. The next, something as simple as hearing the term ‘Little One’ will set me off on hours of crying and wishing for things to be different. Grief is weird. It’s true when people say that you never actually get over the pain, you just learn to live with it. Not being alone with my pain is a huge help. Gunner and I are both working through our grief. Everyone is. Losing Cole, Tobias, and Aurora. Plus, Cleo and all the other fighters who sacrificed their lives. Those losses hit us all really hard.Even with all that loss, we’ve gained a lot as well. Thanks to Aurora, the hunters are basically extinct. A special team of Wer
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Chapter: Chapter 465 - My EverythingWhiskey.“What’s happening to me?” I asked myself as I squeezed my arms around my body. I feel so... so empty.“I took your wolf” a voice came from behind me. I whirled around and stood up at the same time. Zelena stood a few steps away from me, with Gunner close at her side, his hand holding her hip protectively.“You what?” I blanched. She took my wolf, how is that possible?“I took your wolf. You’re not a Were anymore” Zelena answered immediately.“How do you feel, Whiskey?” Gunner asked, his voice was hard and angry. I ran my hands over my body, feeling the bumps of my scars and the strong muscles undeath my skin. I still feel the same, physically, at least. But inside, it doesn’t feel right. I’ve never been one for emotions, not unless that emotion is anger, of course. But my chest was tight with the need to cry. My mind was swimming with thoughts and feelings. Feelings I have never felt before, feelings I never thought I would feel, ever. I want a hug. I want to lie down and cry
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Chapter: Chapter 464 - It's GoneWhiskey.I flew for her again, tackling her around the waist. We rolled and tumbled through the sky as I punched and punched at her face and body. Zelena grunted and huffed with each blow that I landed, but she didn’t scream. That alone was enough to set my anger over the edge. I pulled the power to my hands and formed Sai blades out of black ice. I stabbed at Zelena’s stomach and smirked as I felt the blade slice deep into her abdomen. She screamed in pain, which only made my smirk grow to a full smile. I pulled the blade out and stabbed again, drawing another scream from the witch. I couldn’t help myself, I twisted the blade and laughed manically. I reefed my blade back, and as I went to stab again, I was blocked. The blade evaporated in my hand, and the blue light that surrounded Zelena brightened.My body was suddenly engulfed in an air-constricting hold, and I was pulled away from Zelena. I watched in disgust as the electric swirls of light smothered Zelena. They washed over her
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Chapter: Chapter 463 - I Want To Save YouWhiskey.I couldn’t wait, I reformed the swords of ice into one long spear and charged again, this time aiming for Zelena. Before the tip of the spear was able to pierce her heart, I was stopped. The spear in my grip evaporated, and my body was lifted off the ground. The dragon’s wings flapped as they lifted us into the air, not stopping until we were high above the trees. I tried to break free from Zelena’s hold, just like I did last time. But I couldn’t move, not even a wiggle of my finger. I shifted my gaze from the ground to Zelena and then my body. The hold on me wasn’t invisible this time. No, this time, my body was being held firmly in the grip of a giant dragon’s talon. I snarled at Zelena, who was floating just in front of me in the centre of the dragon’s glow. As I took her in, I saw the differences in her. Her eyes were now glowing a bright yellow with swirls of blue. She looked strong and powerful. Her arm was outstretched towards me, looking like she was holding something
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Chapter: Chapter 462 - Let's Do ThisWhiskey.I squared my shoulders and re-clenched my fists. The snarl on my face was for me, for my own disgust. How could I be so naïve, so stupid, even to entertain the idea? My lips curled back, and a rumbling growl bubbled up from my chest.“Let’s do this” I snapped as I leapt forward, colliding my fist with the corner of Gunner’s chin. He stumbled back from the blow but quickly recovered. We traded punches as the both of us moved about the clearing. I imagine it would have looked like a well choreographed dance. I must admit, Gunner was well trained. He’s big and a little clumsy, and he could not match my speed, but he has power behind his hits. He is not at my level of combat, but he still managed to land a few good hits.Gunner was leading in for an uppercut, I ducked in the last second and drove an ice dagger into his abdomen. He grunted and stumbled back, quickly pulling the shard from his body before it evaporated into smoke. I pushed off the ground and flew through the air, c
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