Yuri Ddlc Fanart Novels & Stories

“In a world ruled by power, love and compassion are weaknesses. But they killed both in me… so there’s nothing left they can use to stop me.” Anya is just an ordinary she-wolf trying to survive. By a twist of fate, or perhaps the Goddess’s intervention, she begins working for the Volkovs, and all she wants is to gain money to care for her brother and sick mother. But Nathan Volkov, the Alpha heir, treats her with cold disdain, as if her very presence offends him. Until the night they are left alone. When Anya confronts him, Nathan fights his instincts… and loses. Secret nights, forbidden desire, and an unbreakable bond pull them together. But love comes at a cruel price. After a chain of dev

Post - Apocalyptic Horror | Action | Yuri Harem | 18+ | Rated R | Mature Content | Slow Pace It started with a kiss I don’t remember giving. A rooftop. A moan. Someone’s fingers buried in my hair like they belonged there. A mouth on my throat that said I tasted like something they lost in another life. I wasn’t dreaming. The city was already cracking beneath me. Power grids flickering like dying stars. Tech failing. Screens static. The sky bruising in strange new colors. Everyone said it was coincidence. Collapse. Noise. But I knew better. The moment I felt her breath on my skin — even if I couldn’t see her — I knew the end had already arrived. And I had something to do with it. Ten bu

Crimson Bloomed: Ascend Post - Apocalyptic Horror | Action | Yuri Harem | Coming - of - Age | Rated R | Mature Content | Slow Burn The city looked like it had been devoured — chewed up by fire, time, and whatever came after — then spit back out in jagged pieces. Dead drones dangled from power lines like rusted ornaments. Neon signs flickered above fractured pavement, their broken scripts glitching into gibberish. Down the block, a half - melted smartcar burned slow, casting warped shadows across the skeletal remains of a coffee bar. Behind a crumpled tram car, someone crouched low, breath tight in her lungs. The shrieking hadn’t stopped. It came again — sharp, bone-deep, the kind of so