[Author's Note] This book is a part of an already existing Book Series by the author, called Antique Lore. It is a spinoff whose content can be read by anyone without prior knowledge of previous books. If you are interested in the previous books though, do let me know. ............ [Synopsis] My life just became a cheesy early two thousands fantasy show where I 'suddenly' discover that I'm some important descendant in a line of badass supernatural creatures. Great! You would think so, but... My life was shit before this and honestly, it hasn't changed. I wish it could be a case of me being this chick that all the handsome, aloof men chase and fawn over but... while that is the case to some degree, I've become a target for... drumroll please... Vampires! Fantastic! Who do I trust in this new side of the world I never knew existed? Alphas come running to me with different motives, promising protection, faithfulness and even.... great sex? Well whatever. I'm not gonna be swayed by the tide so easily. I'm not that fickle. ........ [Sneak Peek] Coming Soon.... ----------- Please vote for this story if you like it and leave all the comments you want. Constructive criticism is appreciated.
Glendale, California.
In a messy apartment filled with beer bottles and food wraps dating days to weeks old, two figures could be seen, rocking the bed with the intensity of their actions.
The double bed that was covered by a thick, black and white striped blanket could barely handle how these youngsters were 'wrestling', pushing each other down and breathing audibly as they locked their lips.
One was a brown-haired handsome young man with well-defined muscles that peeked from the safety of his sandy toned skin, his frame rapidly going up and down as he took in deep breaths while trying to subdue the girl beneath him at this moment.
He had on him only a pair of tight black jeans that he was preparing to take off as soon he saw the imaginary green light whose timing he had mastered through countless encounters with ladies.
The girl suddenly wrapped her long legs around his waist and twisted them, bringing herself on top while the bed creaked as the young man was fiercely laid down with a smirk on his face.
This girl had rough, shoulder-length black coloured hair that she swung to the side as she sat on top of the young man who didn't resist. Even through the safety of his jeans that housed the rock hard drilling instrument of legends, the young man could feel the warmth of the girl's thighs as she loomed over him in her silver panties.
She rubbed her tender fingers along his chiselled chest as she leaned in and pulled gently at his lips with her own oval-shaped, pink lips. Her bountiful breasts which were yet to be revealed under the teasing cover of her bra jiggled softly with her movements.
The young man closed his eyes as he felt the hands that stroked his body descend down to his abs, then his pants, unclasping the button.
It was here!
His heart throbbed. This wasn't his first rodeo, but he had been hunting this chick for a full two weeks!
She was hard-core and played hard to get. She had the perfect figure, an attitude he wanted to correct with a fifteen-minute dunk and the prettiest face he had seen in a while.
If that wasn't enough to get excited, what was?
He felt the chilly air penetrate his pants as his third leg of salvation was revealed and then...
Nothing.
The girl who had been about to ride him like a bike suddenly slumped on the bed next to him and sighed deeply.
She languidly looked at him with her emerald green eyes and said two words.
"Get out."
...?
"What...?" the young man was baffled by the sudden shift.
"I said, get out, Stewart or whatever the fuck your name is," the girl said as she closed her eyes.
A rush of annoyance, anger and unwillingness bubbled within the young man as he watched this girl nonchalantly tell him to leave just like that.
Just like that?!
Who did this bitch think she is?!
The young man whose name was possibly Stewart, gulped down his thoughts to do something unspeakable and decided to try a healthier approach.
"Hey... come on," he said rising from his position and leaning in for a kiss as his hand moved to slide down the girl's flat belly, over the contours of her faint abs and towards the rim of her panties.
"Let's just ha-"
"I said GET OUT!" the girl said as she suddenly pushed Stewart with her hand!
Shockingly, the young man flew through the air and knocked against the wall on the other side of the room!
BAAM!
Stewart grunted in pain as he slid down the wall, on his face a look of incredulity as he could not understand what had just happened.
His mind churned out theory after theory as it tried to make sense of this sudden occurrence and in the end, his gaze shot towards the girl on the bed who clutched her face with a look of annoyance.
"W..what the fuck man?!" Stewart muttered as his feet scraped against the carpeted floor in an attempt to stand up straight.
When he finally managed to stand up, Stewart rushed to grab his shirt and shoes, his bulging eyes never leaving the girl on the bed.
He reached the door and opened it, backpedalling as before he sprinted out, he left a panic-filled remark.
"Crazy bitch!"
The girl on the bed did not give him any attention whatsoever as she cursed her impulsiveness and sat on the bed.
She pulled a cigarette from the drawer of the table beside the bed which was populated with cigarette butts and lit it up with a lighter located in the same place.
She sucked desperately on the sweet yet bitter taste of tobacco that rushed into her mouth as her thoughts raced.
"What's wrong with me?" she asked herself as she clutched the bridge of her nose and almost broke into tears.
These sudden mood swings and intense bursts of irritation that started a month ago were ruining her life. She couldn't find pleasure in anything anymore, being more irritable than she already was.
This ridiculous strength that she suddenly had which would unceremoniously show itself whenever she was agitated terrified her when it first manifested.
Now it was a norm that stuck with her but she still hated it.
What was all this?
She blew out a gust of smoke from her mouth as a tear ran down her cheek.
In the next moment, she began sobbing. It was all too much for her. If her life had been a bunch of daisies and roses before this, perhaps she would be less pained and reach out to someone for help but...
VRRM! VRRM!
Her smartphone rang from on top of the table.
The caller ID had the name 'Briddy B-word' which when the girl saw it, she was prompted to answer the phone.
She wiped her tears away and collected herself before allowing the call to get through.
"Yeah?" she said.
"Don't yeah me," a feminine voice came from the other side of the phone. "Do you know what time it is, Maeve? If you don't want this job I'll happily find you another but you can't keep skipping out on your shifts like this."
"Huh," the girl whose name was Maeve suddenly checked the time on her phone and her emerald green eyes ballooned up in shock before she scurried up from her position to the closet with a loud and dragged out 'Oh shit!'.
It was 12.24 pm and her shift began at 12!
In the span of five minutes, she brushed her teeth, washed her face, donned her pair of blue jeans and a black shirt, tied her black hair into a ponytail and bolted out the door to her apartment as she headed for work.
As she rushed through the streets, after exiting her apartment building, two men watched her from a distance by their car.
Their eyes lingered on her figure that disappeared behind the corner after her length strides before they finally made their move.
They entered the apartment building and went up to the door of her apartment.
One of them lock picked the door open while the other stood, watching with a hand in his pocket.
"This isn't really dignified, you know? Breaking and entering into a lady's house I mean," the man who had opened the door said as it swung open.
"I'm not beneath it," the other man said as he walked into the untidy apartment.
He exhaled exasperatedly as he saw the mess. He was blasted in the face with the smell of alcohol and smoke that almost overwhelmed his heightened sense of smell.
The other man shook his head slowly as he looked at the man beside him with concern.
"Uhm... Look, Aaron. We can always find another Luna. This is not worth it. She is not worth it," he said.
The other man, whose name was Aaron, smiled lightly.
"My parents always said 'Trust tradition. It's there for a reason.' I believed that and I still do," he said before turning to his friend. "She will be my Luna."
What comes after death? HE was ready to accept that he had lived a meaningless life as a sworn sword to another.... for another. HE was ready to accept that his life, which fell apart in the blink of an eye, and led him to tread through countless battlefields as a common footsoldier of no renown, was his sole accolade as he passed on. That was all there was to it. However... Death isn't the end. There is no time to rest. Another life awaits, and you have the privilege of choosing what you will be when you are reborn. But you work for it. You toil. You prove your worth. Whether the end goal is to become a Devil, an Angel, a Young Master, a Hero, a Giant, or a god. You bleed for it, in 'Prospect For Reincarnation'!
When the time has turned ripe, Ginger has to leave his home in the Wild. A young, awakening dragon like himself, even as a halfling, can’t remain in a world where he will eventually be seen as a monster, after all. Thus, with the help of an infamous Shaman, Ginger is transported to Ravi, a land where dragons reign supreme, lording over land, law, and the lesser races that fill the continent. To learn from scratch what his fellow dragons can do – which is far, far more than flying, breathing fire, and compelling with mere sight – Ginger starts his adventure at a prestigious Institute for dragonlings of all kinds. Ah, the typical adventure countless youngsters like him in other inspired Novel Verses have endured. But not quite. For Ginger isn’t your typical dragon, and neither is he a common scrub. Of course, he is not. The rule of dragons, the long Tallies of time they have ruled... may be coming to an end. Is he tied to such an event of the ages? --- Disclaimer: This novel is a slow burn. If these kinds of stories bother you, then you probably won't like it, though I hope you try it before concluding. The story also follows a 7:3 ratio between school events and outside adventures respectively, both of which center around Slice of Life, Action, 'Magic', Drama, and several other subgenres. And yes, there is Slice of Life. At least reach chapter 16 before opting out. (PS: Cover isn't mine.)
[Warning: This novel can get brutal and has some some R18 scenes which you will be warned of at the beginnings of the chapters] ....... What is existence? It is divided into two Spaces. The Mortis, where one can find Worlds. The Immortis, where one can find Realms. Both divided by a boundary that keeps the two separate. However, as vast as this world is, only a single individual's story is relevant. A man who rose from the depths of a dark society in the Mortis and ended up being a symbol power, prosperity and fear in the Immortis. Revered and respect by experts of all realms of power. He was granted a title to acknowledge him as a powerful expert. A King. However, there’s a saying in the Immortis. ‘Like the Mobius of Birth, one’s life always comes back around with all the vile darkness one thinks they’ve left behind.’ The man who had become a King, lost everything to a cycle that came to bite him in the back. Betrayal. Everything that he built. The wife he loved. The children he raised. All of it was lost. He returned to square one. Back to the Mortis, where he began. Join him on his journey to ascend again. His fury is not abated. He wishes to tear down his enemies for they did. The traitors for their betrayal. Will he rise alone? Will he follow the same path as the last time? Will he overpower his enemies? Find out in the story of a dark King. The King of.... ......... [Sneek Peek] "You are rage." As he said so, he slashed down with the sword, his arms not quite able to bring down the sword in a perfect slash. However, it was a slash nonetheless. It was clumsy, but it was fine. The young man raised his arms and grasped his sword above his head again. "You are pain," he said as he slashed down with a better steadiness that made his slash look a bit more elegant. The look in his eyes turned colder as the evening breeze brushed past him. Before him was not the sea or the moon or the stars. There was the face of his enemies as they dared to bring to ruin all that he had built. "You are fear," he said as he brought down his sword again, its rusting blade showing nothing of the magnificence a sword should bear. What was the True Way of the Sword? It was to cause bloodshed. It was to cause pain. It was to cause sorrow. It was to tear away families from their fathers, husbands, children, mothers. Every weapon was forged to cut down a life. Whether it was to protect or not. A life would be taken by the silver blade as it slashed down. The bulky man in the forge, hammering away at the heated metal would seek to make a sword stronger and sharpen it afterwards so it wouldn't fail to behead a foe. A sword's purpose and instinct was to kill. "You are torment!" The young man slashed again with all his might, his slash being a silver light could be seen as it was lit in the night. "You are war!" He lowered his stance as he felt the sword slice through the air seamlessly. "You are madness!" The sword blew a bit of the sand on the shore as he swung down. "You are destruction!" he said as he slashed. 'I will walk this path again. It has worked for me before and it will continue to work now,' he thought. He slashed again. 'None shall remain standing when I return to the Realms above.' ........... Cover is not mine....credit to artist..
[Note] This is the first instalment for the Book Series, Antique Lore. The prominent characters in this story are Vampires, Werewolves, Sorcerers and Hybrids. The content of these books is centred around Fantasy, Romance, Action and R18 related content. This first instalment, Centuries Blood, lays a background and setting for the lore and has much to do, so please excuse the several editions backstories and mythology. However, do not fret, there is NO extensive expository chapters and there is a vast plot and entertaining characters ahead for you to enjoy. Thank you. ---- [Synopsis] Myth and Fantasy are not immune from Fate. Everything flows in a path that has been predetermined, but it is possible to break free. Two brothers traverse through the centuries with burdens that were placed on them by the heavy weight of the world, subjected to sweet love that clouds their view with heart-shaped lips, offering nothing but affection, yet... In the next moment, past sins and shadows catch up, haunting them and their loved ones. They are both afraid of being alone and yet they know that having people close to them will only bring them to ruin. But how can they help it. They expand the Malbourne family and seek what it is that centuries worth of life deny them. Consuming the blood of thousands quenches not the thirst of the affection of an ideal woman, nor does it erase the necessary evils they’ve had to do as Royal Vampires. Yet they seek it, among the Werewolves, among the Sorcerers, among the Humans and even their own kind. Where does it all end? --- [Sneek Peek] Colbert grunted and planted a kiss on Olivia's soft lips before pushing her to the courtyard wall. He felt every part of her, his hands finally clutching onto her ass, holding it as if it were freshly baked buns, rubbing it from time to time. Olivia nibbled on Colbert's neck while pushing herself against him. "At...least... I know... you haven't.... been.... messing around....while I was gone... Such..passion... you do only have eyes for me," Olivia said while running her hands across his muscles and kissing Colbert on the lips after rounds of tasting his skin. "You're talking too much," he said as he held her tiny hands against the wall and sank his head into her breasts through her dress and ruffled his head, making Olivia giggle while taking in deep breaths. "Aheeem!" The two youths turned towards the source of the voice and found a balding steward standing with his eyebrow raised. Colbert quickly coughed embarrassedly and let go of Olivia who blushed and lowered her gaze. "Phillip! I was just helping Olivia- the honourable Olivia with a review of her new dress. She tells me it is a bit stuffy around the chest area so I was checking the ventilation," said Colbert while inwardly grimacing. ....
Hugh Rolien, the third Grand Sorcerer of Malediction, escaped his dark life from the Order of Somacht, taking his wife faraway and for a time enjoying the pleasures of life. However, in the race of life, his past caught up to him. An Arch Nightbringer contracted by the Order was sent to kill him and his wife who was pregnant with triplets. In a desperate attempt, he makes a deal with the Nightbringer to leave its seed in his children as long it doesn't kill or corrupt them, in exchange for his wife's and his life. A contract is signed, with the malignant entity vowing to reap the children at the end. The children are born, and Hugh splits them, giving them to his trusted friends to raise, away from the Order. They grow, each with his own agenda and power.... but the Order still pursues....
After three secretive years of marriage, Eliana never met her enigmatic husband until she was served with divorce papers and learned of his extravagant pursuit of another. She snapped back to reality and secured a divorce. Thereafter, Eliana unveiled her various personas: an esteemed doctor, legendary secret agent, master hacker, celebrated designer, adept race car driver, and distinguished scientist. As her diverse talents became known, her ex-husband was consumed by remorse. Desperately, he pleaded, "Eliana, give me another chance! All my properties, even my life, are yours."
Evelyn Brooks' life has been completely transformed ever since her parents died in a terrible accident. She went from grieving to being forced into an arranged marriage to a man who never gave her a second look. After his disastrous relationship, Edward Richards vowed never to trust in love again-that is, until he learned to love his arranged wife. Before it turned out to be desired, the marriage was first arranged and unwanted. But will "love" be sufficient to preserve their union?
For seven years, Claudia allowed herself to live under Eddie's shadow. She thought that devoting herself to him would eventually win his heart, but it turned out to be nothing more than wishful thinking on her part. When they finally cut ties, Claudia did not argue or ask for any compensation. Instead, she chose her peace and left without looking back. She never imagined that Eddie would suddenly appear on her wedding day, furious and wild-eyed. He glared at her groom and declared, "I was here first!"
To outsiders, Aileen was the adopted daughter of the Jefferson family, dismissed and scorned by all. Yet, in the underground racing world, she thrived as the dark rose, savoring the thrill and speed of night races. But her life took a new turn when Derek returned home, leading to a passionate night that diverted Aileen from the Jefferson family's path. Derek, the ruthless heir to the Jefferson legacy, tactfully steered the family's ambitions. Despite his control, he found himself captivated by Aileen-his adopted sister, business partner, and an exceptional racer-drawn to her enigmatic allure.
He has all the traits that you wished for your dream man to have. Power, money, perfection, handsomeness and a body like a Greek God. But he's inlove. He's inlove with her. For him, she was the completion of his dream, a perfect wife and a mother to be with his children. He would give her everything including his own life. He would sacrifice his world for her. But she left him. She betrayed him. She broke his heart into pieces. And he turned into a cold, heartless, rude and an arrogant billionaire, who would do everything to show her that she's no longer important into his life. Even though the truth is the opposite of what he is doing. His heart still aching for her. And that's when he met me. I applied as his Personal Assistant to fulfill my bucket list of dreams. To explore my life and experience everything. He offered me a deal. He asked me to marry him just to show his ex that he already moved on. * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * "She's pregnant." He blurted out and i almost stumbled on where i am standing. I just gripped the backrest of the couch to support my weight. The pain creeping in my heart is unbearable but i managed to stay calm. "Wow! Congratulations!" I said faking my excitement as i remembered him saying... -cheating would not be the reason to break our marriage- of course i couldn't accuse him of this as 'cheating' because she was the real reason why we are pretending as a couple. He still love her. He's still inlove with her. And that's when i made the biggest decision in my life. Taking all my strength and a piece of my heart that still hanging on a thin rope... I left him. Taking also my biggest secret in me... that i've already fallen inlove with him. And somehow i learned a lesson; 'Loving someone who doesn't love you back isn't as hard as loving someone who still inlove with his ex and who only uses you to get her back again into his life..'
Traversing back to the ancient Prime Martial World from modern age, Austin finds himself in a younger body as he wakes up. Yet, the young man he possesses was a miserable dimwit, what a bummer! But it doesn’t matter as his mind is sound and clear. Possessing this younger and stronger body, he will fight his way to become the God of martial arts, and rule the whole Martial World!