The curse sweeping Elysia worsens, creating a world filled with mystery and wonder. In Yunina Diolass' life, the only goal is to survive as she spends her time scraping together just enough charms to make it through the day. When separated from her companion, Yunina finds herself in trouble. She escapes with her life, but along the way, she encounters an old mage who holds a mysterious secret. With twists and turns at every path, Yunina quickly realizes that her life will never be the same.
The smell of rain and the lingering feeling of charms whispered through the air. The wind tickled Nina's nose gently as she lay back on the bough of a winding Arlac tree. The forest stretches for miles but Nina was closer to the edge of the forest near the entrance to the land of Tarmini. Nina adjusted her position and looked at the ominous clouds in the distant sky. Storms were prevalent and unpredictable on all the land. She sighed. The storm was definitely coming and had been haunting the lands of Inlustria for as long as she could remember.
The storm was the bringer of death and despair, yet the people of the land lived with it. Minos, Nina's companion, was only gone a day but it had been days since her last meal. She finished the last of the water Minos left for her that morning. Nina could feel her body craving charms (or magic to someone not from the Mystics.) It was that or plain old hunger.
The grumbling sounds of the Armaci Nomads resonated through the trees around her. They were most likely making preparations to leave before the coming storm. Although the Armaci Nomads are lower-level users of magic, the desperate souls of the storm would spare no one if the storm did pass through the Arlac Forest. A mischievous thought passed through Nina's head. Normally, she wouldn't dare approach the Armaci Nomads without her companion, Minos. They always seemed to stare when Minos was around but carried on about their day after displeasing looks. The urge in her body for nourishment and magic replenishment, worsened when a breeze carried the familiar-smelling Armaci forest stew coming from the camp. Unable to resist the urge, Nina climbed, shadow-like, down the winding Arlac tree. Nina quietly stepped into the shadows of the trees outside the outskirts of the Armaci settlement. From a distance, she could see the Armacians packing up their settlement. The teasing smell of the stew whiffed past her nose and stirred her body into motion. Sticking to the shadows, she quietly moved towards the smell of the forest stew. Not many ingredients grew in the Arlac forest but the Armaci were known for extracting magical nutrients out of anything. She could hear the Armaci voices disappearing. She waited for the perfect moment to step out of the shadows. Just as she touched the light, a familiar dreadful voice called to her.
"Niiina, Nina!" The voice said, and snickers followed. " I could smell you in the air and who knew my charm-filled stew would draw you near!" Rolling her eyes, Nina cursed under her breath. It was Tria, head of the Armaci. She knew this would be trouble. Minos was miles away. She could tell they had been waiting for this moment. She turned around in a glamorous way that she had seen Minos do thousands of times and put on her best "dazzling" smile. A cloud of dust rose as she spun with a showman's flair. Her dark garments were covered in dust but it added to the flare she hoped would temporarily distract Tria.
"Tria! Tria! Oh, behooooold the great Tria! I only came down to bid thee farewell," Nina said with a dazzle, lowering her head in a bow and sweeping her hand forward in grandeur. Dust flew around as she wisped her hand forward.
Tria cackled. "Nina! Alone at last. I've felt your presence and I can't help but wonder..." Tria stepped towards Nina and Nina flinted gracefully backward and struck a pose against the Arlac tree she climbed down from. Feigning grandeur, she was running out of options as more Armacians began to approach their leader, noticing the swirls of dust in the forest air. The Armacians were known for extracting magic from anything and, since the land had been cursed, many were afflicted with a magical sickness. The Armaci talents had evolved into something close to what desperate beings do: extracting magic from living beings. Nina could feel the desire coming from Tria. She looked so thin. Her golden braids were filled with specs of white and the forest shadows made her face look harsh. The magic she used was rumored to take a toll on the body of the user. Tria no longer looked like the woman Nina saw just months earlier. Maybe it was a strong desire causing her magic to show her true form. Nina could feel terror as Tria took another step toward her. Nina hid her growing fear behind her smile. Tria's eyes turned red and her face twisted into a disgusting smile.
"Oh Nina, I can feel something delicious growing in you. Such an aura I feel. I would be foolish to pass on this. I wonder what blood lies in you!" Tria rushed toward Nina. Anticipating her move, Nina acted quickly. She knew a spell that Minos had done so many times. She had wanted to try it but Minos insisted that she always reserve her magic, unsure if magical sickness would affect her.
Letting go of her reservations, Nina smirked and jumped and began to recite the spell, "Arli vi--"
Just as she began the spell, another Armacian darted from the left towards her. Quickly, she jumped up into a tree, dodging the grasp of the Armacian. Other Armacians began to run towards the commotion. Seeing the Armacians rush towards her, Tria cackled louder, " Ninnnnna!" She called in a disgusting squeal. Tria appeared right in Nina's face. Her smile faded and fear showed as she saw the look of lust on Tria's face up close. It struck her soul and she could hear her thoughts of devouring her energy radiating in her brain. She had never been able to hear a person's thoughts and she froze. Before Tria grabbed her, Nina darted as fast as her small limbs would take her through the tops of the Arlac trees.
Tria screeched after her but Nina disappeared further into the Alrac forest towards the signs of the storm, knowing the Armacians fear the storm more than anything. She knew he would be upset but she would go to Tarmni and look for Minos and, hopefully, together they would find supplies before the storm.
After a devastating heartbreak, Felicia reinvents herself into her idealized version of herself. She is secretly obsessed with revenge after being humiliated at a mixer last year. Unaware of the growing friction between friends and colleagues around her, Felicia begins to navigate her everyday life as a sophomore college student whose world is all about her. As new flames spark with an old love begins to drag more and more of her loved ones into her dangerous plot. With her loyal and lustful roommate, by her side, what happens when everything around them becomes a web of secrets and lust?
Raven Alistar has been on her own for the last two years. Abandoned at sixteen, she found a job working as a waitress alongside her roommate Janice at a small diner. It wasn't much, but she was surviving, a feat her friends thought was worth celebrating. With an eighteenth birthday just around the corner, Raven's friends help her plan a celebration of her accomplishments. The party is shortlived and thrown into chaos when a gang of vicious strangers crashes it. They attack her guests and attempt to capture her when a beautiful stranger swoops in to save her life. Reluctantly she trusts him to save her and amid their travels, Raven learns the hard truth about her parents and her role in the world of darkness she never knew existed... until now.
Marriage was a bed of thorns for Stella. She lived like an overworked and unhappy slave for six years in her matrimonial home. One day, her uncaring husband, Waylon said to her, "Ayla will be back soon. You have to move out tomorrow." "I want a divorce," responded Stella. She left without shedding a tear or trying to change Waylon's stone-cold heart. Days after their divorce, they met again. Stella was in the arms of another man. Waylon's blood boiled at the sight of her looking so happy. "So, you couldn't even wait a while before jumping into another man's arms?" he queried distastefully. "And who are you to question my decision? It's my life, so I call the shots. Stay out of my business!" Stella fired at him before turning to look at her new man with shiny eyes. Waylon immediately lost it.
"I'm going to tell you what I have in mind," he murmured. "First you're going to strip down until you're completely naked," he whispered against her ear. "Then I'm going to tie you up so you're completely powerless and subject to my every whim." "Mmm, sounds good so far," she murmured. "Then I'm going to insert a plug to prepare you for me. After that I'm going to spank that sweet ass of yours until it's rosy with my marks." She shivered uncontrollably, her mind exploding with the images he evoked. She let out a small whimper as he sucked the lobe of her ear into his mouth. God, she could cum with just his words. She was already aching with need. Her nipples tingled and hardened to painful points. Her clit pulsed and twitched between her legs until she clamped her thighs together to alleviate the burn. "And then I'm going to f**k your mouth. But I won't cum. Not yet. When I'm close, I'll flog you again until your ass is burning and you're on fire with the need for relief. And then I'm going to f**k that ass. I'm going to take you hard and rough, to the very limits of what you can withstand. I won't be gentle. Not tonight. I'm going to take you as roughly as you can stand. And then I'm going to cum all over your ass. Are you ready to be completely and utterly dominated?"
Yelena discovered that she wasn't her parents' biological child. After seeing through their ploy to trade her as a pawn in a business deal, she was sent away to her barren birthplace. There, she stumbled upon her true origins—a lineage of historic opulence. Her real family showered her with love and adoration. In the face of her so-called sister's envy, Yelena conquered every adversity and took her revenge, all while showcasing her talents. She soon caught the attention of the city's most eligible bachelor. He cornered Yelena and pinned her against the wall. “It's time to reveal your true identity, darling.”
Once upon a time, there were two kingdoms once at peace. The kingdom of Salem and the kingdom of Mombana... Until the day, the king of Mombana passed away and a new monarch took over, Prince Cone. Prince Cone, has always been hungry for more power and more and more. After his coronation, he attacked Salem. The attack was so unexpected, Salem never prepared for it. They were caught off guard. The king and Queen was killed, the prince was taken into slavery. The people of Salem that survived the war was enslaved, their land taken from them. Their women were made sex slaves. They lost everything, including their land. Evil befall the land of Salem in form of Prince Cone, and the prince of Salem in his slavery was filled with so much rage. The prince of Salem, Prince Lucien swore revenge. 🌳🌳🌳🌳🌳🌳🌳🌳🌳🌳🌳🌳🌳🌳🌳 Ten years later, thirty-years old Lucien and his people raided a coup and escaped slavery. They went into hiding and recuperated. They trained day and night under the leadership of the fearless and cold Lucien who was driven with everything in him to get back their land, and take Mombana land too. It took them five years before they ambushed and attacked Mombana. They killed Prince Cone and reclaimed everything. As they screamed out their victory, Lucien's eyes found and pinned the proud princess of Mombana. Princess Danika. The daughter of Prince Cone. As Lucien stared at her with the coldest eyes anyone can ever possess, he felt victory for the first time. He walked to the princess with the slave collar he'd won for ten years rattling in his hand as he walked. He reached close to her and with a swift movement, he collared her neck. Then, he tilted her chin up, staring into the bluest eyes and the most beautiful face ever created, he gave her a cold smile. "You are my acquisition. My slave. My sex slave. My property. I will pay you in spades, everything you and your father ever did to me and my people." He stated curtly. Pure hatred, coldness and victory was the only emotion on his face. .
Madison had always believed that she would marry Colten. She spent her youth admiring him from afar, dreaming of their future life together. But Colten was always indifferent to her, and when he abandoned her at a time when she needed him most, she finally realized that he never loved her. With renewed resolve and a thirst for revenge, Madison left. Endless possibilities lay ahead, but Colten was no longer part of her plans. Colten rushed to her place in a panic. "Madison, please come back to me. I’ll give you everything!" It was his powerful uncle who answered the door. "She's my woman now."
In order to fulfill her grandfather's last wish, Stella entered into a hasty marriage with an ordinary man she had never met before. However, even after becoming husband and wife on paper, they each led separate lives, barely crossing paths. A year later, Stella returned to Seamarsh City, hoping to finally meet her mysterious husband. To her astonishment, he sent her a text message, unexpectedly pleading for a divorce without ever having met her in person. Gritting her teeth, Stella replied, "So be it. Let’s get a divorce!" Following that, Stella made a bold move and joined the Prosperity Group, where she became a public relations officer that worked directly for the company’s CEO, Matthew. The handsome and enigmatic CEO was already bound in matrimony, and was known to be unwaveringly devoted to his wife in private. Unbeknownst to Stella, her mysterious husband was actually her boss, in his alternate identity! Determined to focus on her career, Stella deliberately kept her distance from the CEO, although she couldn't help but notice his deliberate attempts to get close to her. As time went on, her elusive husband had a change of heart. He suddenly refused to proceed with the divorce. When would his alternate identity be uncovered? Amidst a tumultuous blend of deception and profound love, what destiny awaited them?