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Two different worlds, two separate lives are fused together in this surreal tale of the supernatural. A world unknown to her and a world he runs from. An unending war between their worlds leads them down the same path with their destinies aligned. What will happen when the fate of their worlds hang in the balance and they have to make a choice? *** She had no idea how long she had been sleeping for but she woke up to the sound of someone sniffing. She was drowsy so she paid not much attention to it but then it continued, then she heard the voice again, “Lavender, you use lavender for your hair. How have I never sniffed your hair before?", the sniffing continued. The sound reverberated through the caves, whilst she felt the vibrations on his chest where she lay, but she did not need that to know whose voice it belonged to. It was deep but not hoarse, somehow it was powerful and soothing at the same time, it was the voice of a god, one that had spoken to her all of these months, one she had replayed over again in her head till it was ingrained in her memory. “Dragomir…”, she whispered in a teary voice, she proceeded to stand up but he held on to a part of her hair and was sniffing it. When he noticed her staring at him, he stopped and stared back at her as if she had just caught him trying to steal from the cookie jar. “Was that creepy?”, he asked.

Three fated lovers: a shieldmaiden, a Troll Queen, and a Valkyrie. One price: the fate of all Midgard. Turiel is crown princess, but from the outlawed Northern Holds, bloodbound to Troll Queen Jarngrimr, and best friends with the stablelass Yolanda, her first love - until her poison kiss turned Yola into a Valkyrie, and whisks Yolanda from Turiel's grasp. Now, Turiel has been stolen into wily Queen Jarngrimr's realm, with only the goddess Skadhi and Yola - back from the dead! - to guide her. Lussi, the Snow King, craves a bride - and it is Dia's troth alone. Dia, the last blood mage from the line of the Isa, is all that is left of Turiel's legacy. Dia has been raised as Lussi's Magdalene - his ritual Bride - and ritual Slayer - for the past three years. Every Winter Solstice, Lussi can die, and Dia must kill him. But as Dia falls deeper into Lussi's sexy web - and in love - her heart is on the line! Other works and Ko-Fi: linktr.ee/avnelson

I woke up and found myself transmigrated into my nemesis' doll. At first, I thought he was still a child at heart for keeping this. Then, I realized he was just unhinged. The doll's face looked just like mine. And then the bigger surprise was that he was a beastfolk. Every night, he would torture me with his literal serpent tail. I eventually told him I knew what he was. He imprisoned me on the bed and smiled at me gently. What came next were cruel words. "Since you already know, I'll drop the mask now. Tell me, do you want to use those toys or my tail?"

A particularly dark tale. Not for the faint of heart. He was the all-powerful Magistrate Mathis. The man that accused the witches and then found them guilty in the dungeons of WitchFall Fortress. I had feared ever being one of them, but not enough to be dissuaded from figuring out why he didn't seem to be what he was. So I followed him into the woods one day and discovered the one secret he was willing to wreak havoc to keep. The secret he'd make me pay for ever knowing. And if he couldn't have me on my terms, well he was certainly powerful enough to find a way, wasn't he? The most horrible kind of way... Barely understanding what was happening, I soon found myself in the worst place I could possibly be. Under his complete control...

The Dark Below is a steam-punk/fantasy world filled with the darkness that rests beneath a wavering tide. Generations ago, Gods from the depths below rose from the black seas and in doing so, caused a great flood that would have destroyed all of humanity if it was not for the ingenuity of survival. Living among The Dark Below has come to pass, but now four warriors must come together in hopes of forging a brighter future.

⚠️ WARNING 18+ content In the brutal empire of Noxus, Vespera Vance is a ghost. To the royal court, she is merely a silent, masked servant, a worthless "null" born without magic. They don't know her true name. They don't know she is the last surviving heir of the slaughtered Shadow Dynasty. Above all, they don't know that King Malakor Drakos, the ruthless, ice-cold tyrant sitting on the Obsidian Throne, is the very man who executed her father in cold blood. Vespera lives for one purpose: Vengeance. Her opportunity arrives in blood and fire. King Malakor suffers from a dark, rotting shadow-curse that decays his flesh and drives him to near madness. During a chaotic attempt on his life, Vespera is forced to make physical contact with the king. She expects her lethal bare skin to drain him dead. Instead, her secret Void Touch drinks the decaying shadow magic right out of his veins. For the first time in ten years, the terrifying Death King feels absolute, breathless relief. And a dark, ravenous, uncontrollable heat. Captured and dragged into his private fortress, Vespera is bound to Malakor by a secret contract. By day, she is his captive shadow. By night, she is forced into his bedchamber, her bare skin pressed against his, absorbing his curse to keep him sane. It is the perfect trap. She is close enough to slide a dagger into his heart. The problem? Every skin-on-skin touch ignites a primal, overwhelming fire between them that neither can control. Her body betrays her hatred, craving the monster who destroyed her world. As the line between strategic seduction and raw, explosive obsession disintegrates, Vespera faces an agonizing choice: Avenge her father’s blood... or surrender to the tyrant who would burn the entire realm to keep her in his bed.