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Eternal Ashes of Love:The Undead King

In a world where society decides what kind of love is acceptable, two souls dare to love beyond its rules. Lira, a gentle and compassionate girl, and Asha, a fearless and rebellious woman, fall deeply in love in a quiet village ruled by a strict religious sect. Their love is pure and sincere, yet the people around them call it a sin. When their relationship is discovered, the sect hunts them down and brutally kills them, believing they have erased a forbidden bond. But love cannot be destroyed so easily. Years later, their souls are reborn in another world filled with magic, kingdoms, and warriors. Asha is reborn as a boy named Arlen, while Lira is reborn as a girl named Mira. Neither remembers their past life, yet an unexplainable feeling of familiarity pulls them toward each other. As fate brings them together once again, love slowly begins to grow between them. But destiny repeats its cruelty. The same sect exists in this new world, and when they discover Mira’s love, they execute her once again. At that moment, Arlen remembers everything. The memories of both lives, the love he lost twice, and the hatred that destroyed it all. Broken by grief and rage, Arlen abandons his humanity and becomes the Undead King, a cursed being who cannot die. Consumed by pain, he begins destroying the world that stole his love. Years later, two young heroes rise to stop the Undead King and save humanity. But behind the terrifying monster they face is only a broken soul who once loved too deeply. In the end, Arlen realizes that revenge has turned him into the same monster that destroyed his happiness. Accepting his fate, he allows himself to be killed by a girl whose face reminds him of the one he loved. Beyond death, in a quiet world untouched by hatred, two souls finally meet again. This time, no one stands between them.
Razz_31 · 3k Views

Married To Void

[Content Notice: This story contains mature themes] "You said you had no interest in women—you never told me you loved men!" Rosamund’s voice cracked, tears streaking her cheeks as she backed away, the weight of betrayal crushing her breath. Harold’s gaze didn’t waver. "How much clearer did you need me to be?" He stepped closer, his hand brushing her face with a tenderness that now felt like a lie. "I told you I had no desire for women. That I only agreed to this marriage for an heir. Society demanded, that I must have a companion and an heir. I never promised you love." His hand fell, but his hazel eyes pinned her in place. "That secret was mine to bury. You walked into this marriage with your eyes open." --- Rosamund, the overlooked fifth daughter of the Earl of Warwick, thought she’d escaped her fate when the Duke of Somerset rescued her from ruin. After blinding the Marquess’s son, William, in defence for a maid, she became entangled in a scandal that left her parents with no choice but to accept his marriage proposal. But on the brink of being assaulted by her own betrothed, salvation came in the form of Harold—cold, calculating, and disarmingly honest. Their marriage was never meant to be a love story. Harold made his terms clear: a political alliance, an heir, and nothing more. Yet Rosamund, desperate for solace in her gilded cage, dared to hope for warmth. Until the truth shattered her—Harold’s heart belonged to another, and she was trapped in a marriage of devastating loneliness. Now, Rosamund must confront the bitter reality: will Harold ever let her past his walls, or is she doomed to a life of hollow duty, forever bound to a man who cannot love her, remain married to void?
Andy_Alice · 1.8k Views

The Night Love Got Complicated

The Night Love Got Complicated People think breakups are loud. They imagine shouting. Crying. Doors slamming. Something dramatic enough to justify the pain. They’re wrong. The worst breakups are quiet. It’s 2:17 a.m. and I’m standing outside Lena’s apartment building, staring at my phone like it might explain how we got here. Three missed calls. One unread message. All from her. The street is empty in that late-night way that makes everything feel exposed. A streetlight flickers. Somewhere nearby, a car alarm chirps once and dies. The city keeps breathing like nothing important is happening. Something important is happening.I just don’t know how to stop it. My thumb hovers over the screen. I’ve typed her name into my messages at least ten times in the last hour. I delete it every time. Not because I don’t know what to say. Because I know exactly what I want to say—and I’m terrified of what it means. Inside that apartment, Lena is probably pacing. Or sitting on the edge of her bed with her knees pulled to her chest. Or pretending she’s fine when she’s not. She does that sometimes. Acts strong so she doesn’t have to ask anyone to stay. I close my eyes. This isn’t how our story started. It didn’t start with silence or missed calls or me standing on the wrong side of her door wondering if love has an expiration date. It started with a fight. The kind where neither of us meant to care. The kind where attraction sneaks in disguised as annoyance. I didn’t plan to fall for her. I didn’t even believe in falling.Lena Rodriguez wasn’t supposed to matter this much. She was just a girl with a loud laugh, messy dreams, and a habit of looking at me like she could see right through all my careful control. I told myself it was temporary. I told myself I was in charge. I was wrong about a lot of things. A breeze cuts through my jacket. I glance up at her window. The light is on. She’s awake. My phone buzzes. Another message from her. I don’t open it. Because once I do, I know there’s no going back to the version of my life where loving her felt easy. I type one word. Me: I’m here.The typing dots appear almost instantly. Then disappear. The door buzzes. I hesitate for half a second. And then I step inside, not knowing if I’m about to fix everything… or finally break us for good.
DaoistSb4FxY · 1.1k Views