Black Flame Ritual Elden Ring Novels & Stories

They were both soldiers, but a dark experience changed her. In a drunken state, Moraine sleeps with the young soldier in her platoon, without an idea of his true identity. When she resigns and takes up a job in a university, professor Moraine's perfect marriage facade starts to peel before Luthor Kingston visits her home as her husband's business partner. A one-night stand births a dangerous forbidden affair. To keep her, he's willing to go to any extent, including using their past to pin her down. But he never expected that she would become his stepmom. Would her relationship with his father douse the fire?

Summer Phillips has it all. Loving parents, good grades, and popularity. Except for one thing. A loving and caring boyfriend. After dating a string of bad boys and jerks, she finally decided that enough is enough! She almost gave up on meeting a genuinely nice guy until one day, she laid her eyes on Anthony Turner, a sweet, charismatic, and smart guy in her Math class. In an attempt to make the first move, she proceeded to pass him a note. What could go wrong, right?Except...the note fell into the hands of the person she hated the most, Anthony Dean. Will she be able to clear up the misunderstanding or will Anthony target her as his latest conquest?

Emma was sold for the sake of peace, however, it was just a plan to calm the masses. It was a sham to cover the fact that she was a prisoner of the man that destroyed her country. "I want to make a deal, release me, and you will have the most incredible treasure that ever existed in this land." "Never, wife." "Why? Don't you want to make your wish come true?" He smiled, "I already have the most incredible treasure in the world and my greatest wish is also by my side." "What? What is that?" He looked at her tenderly and whispered into her ear, "You." Disclaimer: The cover is not mine, the credits go to the rightful original artist. Please contact me if you wish for me to take it down.

I had been managing the company’s warehouse software for five years. Then the new manager came to me out of the blue, saying I didn’t understand frontline operations and that I was being fired. Looking at the five-thousand-dollar severance, I just nodded. “Fine.” He patted my shoulder after seeing me so compliant and started lecturing. “Young people should be out on the line, moving boxes! What’s the use of sitting in the office staring at data every day? “We’re a logistics company. Strength is what matters, not a tech geek like you!” I glanced at the high-end gaming computer in his office and obediently replied, “Yes, Mr. Fuller. Lesson received.” Maybe I had been too comfortable these past few years, and he thought I was dispensable. So, I handed over my ID badge and casually deleted all my personal login keys from my computer. Little did he know that the entire warehouse logistics, inventory management, and route planning software had been coded by me. I had let the company use it for free simply because the place was close to home and the work was easy. Now that I was gone, the system running on my personal cloud server was naturally inaccessible. Tens of thousands of items in the warehouse ground to a halt. As for any commercial software that could replace my system, a year’s subscription would cost exactly one thousand times my severance.

The books say that besides empaths, mages are the most sensitive when it comes to emotions. They also say that mages are the most dangerous supernatural s pecies to walk the earth. There's a reason for that, the elders say that mages who are underaged are a ticking time bomb because if a mage who is not of age constantly experiences negative emotions before their Coming of Age ceremony, their magic becomes twisted, their heart becomes cold and their eyes change to reflect that evil magic coursing through them. No one ever believed the books, thinking of them as fairy tales. At least they didn't until Olive Lane walked into school her magic dark and corrupted enough to give her a shadow familiar. Her hair no longer an almost white blond but a haunting purple. Gone were her kind and emotion-filled green eyes and in their place were amethyst eyes filled with nothing but hatred and amusement. Everyone watched her snap the neck of a classmate with the tilt of her head and it was in that moment they realized that the books and the elders were right. And for the first time in their peace-filled lives, the residents of Ravenswood felt true horror because when she looked at them, they knew that in front of them was the monster spoken of in fear and terrified reverence. Olive Lane,the sweetest and kindest person to ever walk the earth was now a Dark Mage. Will her soul be forever lost in the darkness or is there a hope for redemption? Will she defeat her demons or will they overtake her and ruin that which she loves...

Louisa Woods, after discovering she wasn't the biological daughter of the man she had been calling dad for nineteen years, but that of her mum's secret lover Conrad, becomes every man's sexy, attractive worst nightmare. Love knocks; Things change when Mason, her teenage one sided lover, returns from Australia looking ten times more attractive than when she lastly set eyes on him. Will her loathe for him plus, her loathe for men give him a chance with her as they work hand in glove with each other? There is a skeleton in every cupboard; Louisa and Mason both have secrets which they might end up spilling to each other or forever remain speechless as long as Hawaii can accommodate them. You must read 'Married to a stripper' to facilitate understanding

For the past two months, I’ve been getting photos. Photos of my fated mate, Andrew, fucking his mistress, Crystal—a sultry omega. 【Dear Luna, Andrew left so many marks on me last night. He said I'm the only one who's ever made him feel a real orgasm.】 【Oh, and that famous soothing ability you're so proud of? I have it too. He says I can replace you completely now.】 【Don't worry, I'll take good care of your mate for you.】 In the photos, a smudge of Crystal's lipstick was a glaring stain on Andrew’s mate mark. Looking at those messages, disbelief curdled into despair, and finally, into a cold, hard numbness. Until tonight, when the Moon Goddess finally answered my desperate prayers. I could sacrifice half of my soothing gift for one chance to sever our mate bond on my own. In seven days, I will finally leave Andrew for good.

I am the wife of Anthony Caster, don of the mafia family in New York. When I was nine months pregnant, he brought a woman named Evelyn Graves into the manor, claiming she’d saved his life. That was the day my nightmare began. She put something in my food. Next thing I knew, I was doubled over in pain. And she had the nerve to blame it on me—said I was being reckless with what I ate. She lost her footing and fell down the stairs, but she told everyone I was the one who shoved her. Every day, she’d cry in front of Anthony about how saving him had left her wounded and unable to bear children, how seeing a pregnant woman broke her heart. But the moment she turned to me, the tears were gone, replaced by a cold smile. “As long as I’m here,” she whispered, “your babies will never be born.” Anthony was convinced I was jealous of her. He locked me away in the abandoned attic of the manor and said, “Reflect on your actions and stop bullying Evelyn.” On the first day they shut me in, the contractions began. I screamed, I begged, I banged on the door. The butler heard me and went to inform Anthony. He said, “Amelia, your due date is three days away. Stop putting on an act. Three days in a snowstorm and you came out fine. This? You can handle this.” On the second day, my water broke. I screamed at the top of my lungs, my fingernails digging into the cracks of the wall, blood spilling all over the floor. The butler went to Anthony again. Evelyn said, “Anthony, she’s making all that noise because she wants you to feel sorry for her and let her out. If you give in now, she’ll only grow more reckless later.” He believed her. On the third day, I stopped screaming. Anthony thought I had finally learned my lesson, unaware that I had already died from the difficult labor. When he finally opened that door, all he would find was my rotting, putrid body.

Caleb Larson used to be the most insignificant member among my subordinates. That was, until he blocked a stab meant for me. That blade was 0.4 inches away from plunging right into his heart. After that, I insisted on marrying Caleb regardless of my family's objections. Since then, everyone thinks that I, the spoiled and wilful heiress to a gang, have gotten married out of love. Two years later, however, a woman seeks me out. "Are you Quinn Stewart?" she asks. She waves the gold bracelet that has the initials "CS" engraved on it. "Cal no longer loves you. He tells me that he feels nauseous whenever he sees your face. You'd better pack up and leave the Stewart family if you still have any sense left in you." I blow the steam away from my coffee cup. Not even the woman's pained screams are capable of making me frown in the slightest. But when Caleb personally rushes over and demands to know why I've chosen to beat Selene up to the point her face gets disfigured, my expression changes instantly. "Everything is over between us, Caleb!"

Scarlett is an Omega who has managed to survive without attracting attention and reach the age of 22 still being a virgin, but it was by her own choice. She never found her fated mate, but she doesn't want to live with only the simplest things anymore, she wants to be free and not have to depend on anyone anymore, so she decides to sell her virginity at an Auction. Klaus and Liam are Alphas from a successful pack, they've never met their fated mates and they didn't even want to go to the auction, but they changed their minds as soon as they saw Scarlett's photo... A beautiful Omega, with a voracious gaze and the posture of a warrior, but one who is willing to submit for five days. The two buy her and know she's not their fated mate, but that doesn't mean they'll pass up the opportunity to teach this woman how good it feels to be on her knees and begging for them to touch her.