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Rejected and Pregnant: Claimed By The Dark Alpha Prince

"A Rejected Omega, A Dark Alpha Prince and their twisted dangerous fate." Amelie Conley, the eldest daughter of a revered Alpha family, was once expected to carry on her family’s proud legacy. However, when she turned sixteen, she failed to awaken her wolf, which made her earn the scornful title—the Curse of the Conley Family. At eighteen, she found her destined mate and carried his child, believing she had finally been given a chance at happiness. But when she rushed to share the news, she found him in a compromising position with her younger sister, Flora. Betrayal cut deeper than any wound, but the final blow came when he rejected her without hesitation, declaring Flora as his true mate. Shunned and heartbroken, Amelie made the painful decision to leave her pack for the sake of her unborn child. But just as she tried to escape, she was ambushed—hunted down like prey. Desperate to protect herself and the life growing inside her, Amelie fled to save herself and her unborn child, only to collapse into the arms of an enigmatic stranger—Gabriel Sinclair. Gabriel was no ordinary man. He was the Alpha Prince, a name feared across the nation. For twelve long years, he had scoured the lands for his mate, only to find nothing. He had convinced himself that the Moon Goddess despised him, just as his own mother had. But the moment he laid eyes on Amelie, everything changed. "You were marked, weren't you?" His voice dropped, edged with something dangerously close to possession as his gaze met hers, demanding the truth.  The question left Amelie in a dilemma. She didn't wish to tell him the truth. "I am not an ordinary wolf, Amelie. Who the fuck marked you before me?" Gabriel voiced in a possessive yet intimidating tone.  Amelie didn’t know that the man, who saved her was none other than the infamous Dark Tyrant—the Alpha Prince, Gabriel Sinclair, whose intentions were still unknown to her. ~~~~ **The Story is a pure fiction. Names and places have nothing to do with anyone in real life.** Follow me on Instagram: rayoflight__pcy
Light_ray · 1.8m Views

Riftbound: When the Sky Tore

At 3:17 a.m. the sky tore open over the city. Ren, 25, a steel-plant worker who spent her nights practicing with a training sword, was sleeping on the roof when the violet rift appeared. From the crack came creatures with stone-like skin and a single yellow eye—creatures whose touch scorched concrete and whose claws tore through flesh. Ilin, 25, a healer from the Academy, was fleeing the burning hall after spending her energy saving a wounded comrade. Her weapon isn’t a blade; it’s a staff topped with a crystal that pulses white light, capable of closing wounds, but every use drains her until she’s on the verge of collapse. They meet by chance in the chaos. Ren saves Ilin from a creature lunging at her back, and Ilin saves Ren from a gash that would have killed her. The soldiers are pulling back, the streets are a maze of fire, and the only hope is the east bridge. Assigned to the same volunteer Squad 9, the two women are forced to fight side by side. Ren’s blade cuts, Ilin’s light heals. Every battle leaves Ren bloodied and Ilin exhausted, and every time Ilin pours her fading energy into Ren’s wounds, a quiet trust grows between them. As the night stretches, the city crumbles around them. Between firefights, they find brief moments of closeness—a quick kiss in a dark alley, washing each other’s blood off in a ruined bathroom, one shielding the other while she recovers. These are not explicit sexual encounters, but intimate gestures that bind them together. Survival is the immediate goal, but something deeper is forming. In a world where the sky is broken and death is minutes away, Ren and Ilin learn that protecting each other matters more than protecting themselves. Chapter 1 begins with the first blood they shed together—and the first trust they earn.
Beshoy_Waheed_zero · 7.2k Views
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The Primordial Dragon: Traveling the Omniverse

In the beginning, there was only the Void—and then came the Primordials, godlike beings who forged the multiverse from nothing. Among them stood Kaelthar, the Primordial Dragon, an embodiment of cosmic balance and raw power. He led the charge in the ancient war against the Outer Beings—eldritch entities of chaos that sought to consume all of existence. After a cataclysmic battle that shattered dimensions, Kaelthar sacrificed himself to seal away the chaos, entering a deep slumber beyond time itself. Eons passed. Worlds evolved. Gods rose and fell. And the multiverse forgot its guardian. But now… **he awakens.** As chaos begins to stir once more, Kaelthar rises—not only to protect creation, but to explore it. With the strength of the stars in his veins and the desire of a dragon burning in his soul, he sets out to travel the **Omniverse**—from the anime worlds of warriors and magic, to the comic realms of gods and heroes. Along the way, Kaelthar encounters powerful and alluring women—goddesses, queens, sorceresses, and killers—each drawn to his overwhelming presence. Some challenge him. Some desire him. All must decide: resist or surrender. Bound by duty but driven by desire, Kaelthar’s journey is one of conquest, passion, and cosmic battles as he reclaims his place as the **supreme being of all realities**. --- DISCLAIMER This is a wish fulfilment and with huge harem(pokemon style) if you don't like it don't read it be warned. also there's r18 content so be warned.
Dark_king0921 · 577.8k Views
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THE WATCHER OF THE INFINITE

TITLE: THE WATCHER OF THE INFINITE ​[The Primal Spark] In the beginning, there was only the Void. I was a simple man until the Genesis Core was seared into my chest—a divine power that shattered reality into a Myriad of Continuums. I became the Watcher, a ghost forced to witness the chaos I created. ​[The Mirror’s Sin] But in one of the splintered worlds, I met him—My Mirror. He was a version of me who refused to let my wife, Elena, die. In his desperation, he ripped open the fabric of Chronos to save her, breaking the timeline forever. His love became a cancer. From his sin, Parasitic Earths were born—dark, twisted worlds that are now feeding on the life-force of my original creation. ​[The Harvest of Darkness] By saving one life, he doomed billions. The rift he created didn't just leak time; it leaked the Primal Infections. Now, the once-pure realms are being choked by shadows. He brought the Blood-Thirst of Vampires, the Feral Rage of Lycans, and Forbidden Magic into a world of logic and machines. ​[The Final Hunt] The universe is dying. To stop the Parasitic Earths from consuming everything, I must step down from my throne of silence. I must hunt my own shadow across the dying worlds, reclaim the scattered fragments of my power, and purge the darkness before the last light of the Myriad goes out. ​They call me a failure. They call him a Savior. But only one of us can survive the end of time. ​I am the Architect. I am the Executioner. I am AETERNA.
Kennie_Jhons · 10.5k Views

Tarak Mehta ka Ooltah Chashma - Harem King

Dying at forty-two with a lifetime of unfulfilled desires, Suyash thought his story was over. Instead, he wakes up in the body of a twenty-two-year-old, standing in a seventh-floor flat of a world he knows intimately: Gokuldham Society. But this isn't the family-friendly sitcom he watched in his past life. This is the heightened reality. A world where sarees cling a little too tightly, blouses plunge a little too low, and every lingering glance carries a dangerous, unspoken promise that the cameras never captured. Suyash didn't just reincarnate—he woke up with a reality-breaking cheat. His hand can reach into any digital screen and pull anything into existence. A luxury watch from an ad? Done. A five-star meal from a cooking channel? Steaming on his table. A pure gold necklace for the neglected wife living directly beneath him? Already in his grasp. There's just one catch: his power is directly fueled by his raw, unfiltered desire. In a society packed with stunning, unsatisfied women like Babita, Anjali, and Komal, temptation is everywhere. When a single slip of his iron-clad control can broadcast his deepest secrets to a neighborhood where gossip is currency and walls are paper-thin, Suyash must master his mind before his power exposes him. He wasted his first life playing it safe. In his second, armed with absolute discipline and an omnipotent cheat, he is going to take exactly what he wants. The game has changed. The watcher has become the player. And in Gokuldham, taking what you desire is only a matter of time. A/N- This is a work of fanfiction and is intended for entertainment purposes only. I do not own the rights to Taarak Mehta Ka Ooltah Chashmah, its characters, settings, or storylines. All original rights belong to Neela Film Productions, the creator Asit Kumarr Modi, and the late Taarak Mehta.
JethaLal · 42.1k Views

Fate/Ascend

This is a fan translation of 求你让我上英灵座吧 The original author is 洛州白马 Art is by @km_mechi Edit is by ClayTL Please support them! === "I transmigrated into the Nasuverse and gained recognition from the Root itself. As long as I can manage an unnatural death, I’ll ascend to the Throne of Heroes—becoming its master, stronger and freer than any of the Seven Grand Servants." "So, I started courting death all across the Nasuverse." "I openly insulted the King of Heroes to his face, challenged the almighty Zeus in Greece, abducted Scathach in broad daylight in the Norse realm, declared in Israel that Solomon was a demon god rather than the Son of God, and in Britain, I went so far as to publicly side with Morgan..." "But tell me—why am I still alive?" ... Fuyuki, 1994. A man of many names: the third companion of the Oldest King, the First Vizier of Mesopotamia, the favored of the Greek gods, King of the Giants in the Norse lands, the divine incarnation who awakened Solomon’s humanity in Israel, the prince’s right hand in Camelot... Rovi, whose face was young but whose eyes carried the weight of ages, sat atop the Fuyuki Bridge. With a weary sigh, he looked at the people before him. “So, where do you think it all went wrong?” He lowered his voice, half-pleading, half-desperate: “How about... you kill me? Just let me ascend to the Throne, please—I’m begging you!” Emiya Kiritsugu lit a cigarette, glancing at Artoria beside him, who’d raised Rhongomyniad; at Gilgamesh, whose Gate of Babylon shimmered ominously behind him; at the blood-red spearhead emerging from the shadows of the Land of Shadows...The hand holding his cigarette trembled, just a little. === discord.gg/wisetl
ClayTL · 646.6k Views