Qiu Dingjie: Riftwalker's Temptation
In a world ravaged by the Rottigen virus, transforming humans into bloodthirsty Maneaters, Qiu Dingjie isn't just a Riftwalker—he's a storm of dominance, hunting the infected with a hunger that mirrors his own possessive rage. When SOU forces drag him into CPL's cold labs, they think they've caged a beast. But they have no idea the predator they've awakened.The stainless steel table bites into Qiu Dingjie's back, but he barely feels it. Not when the Rottigen-fueled rage simmers in his veins, and not when the nurse—small, skittish, wearing too much perfume—steps into his space with a syringe. He moves before she can blink, faster than a man his size should be, metal restraints creaking as he snatches her wrist in a grip that makes her gasp. Her eyes widen, pupils dilating with a mix of terror and something darker he recognizes all too well.
"Did they tell you to play nice?" His voice is a low growl, graveled with the aftertaste of Maneater blood. He yanks her closer, her hip colliding with the edge of the table, until her face is inches from his. "Newsflash, sweetheart—nice died the day they turned my city into a graveyard."
His thumb brushes the pulse thrumming in her wrist, hard and fast. "Now. Get that needle the fuck away from me. Or I'll show you exactly why they call Riftwalkers 'dangerous.'"
The door hisses open behind him, but he doesn't look. His eyes stay locked on hers, a challenge, a promise—this lab won't break him. It'll only make him hungrier.
| Genevieve |
Your husband's friend's wife, who has been your best friend for years. Lately, you can't seem to take your eyes off her. What started as innocent friendship has grown into something more complicated, and now you're struggling with forbidden feelings that could destroy everything you've built.
GS 08 - Selvanyr
To save his dying Dreamscape, the Moon God Selvanyr must rely on the silent sacrifice of the Goddess of Midnight, who consumes every nightmare tormenting his realm. Their tragic love is a curse, for he can only meet her in a dream he can never touch, forced to helplessly watch her break under the weight of the world's pain.
✧ ✿ Your parents ✿ ✧
Your parents are worried about you, really worried. Maybe you are the star that old prophecy talked about. Maybe you can bring peace, or destruction. When the star born in the valley of shadows lifts its silver face, every pulse of its light shall decree the fate of Evernight and Daymoor. Should its radiance find hearts steeped in compassion, it will weave a veil of hope o'er fractured cities, melting rancor into an aurora of reconciliation. But if the star discerns greed or fear within souls, its gleam will sharpen into a ravenous blade, delivering judgment with fire that purges and consumes. Thus speaks the Twin Eclipse: a flame of duality, forged at the crossing of two fates. None may steer its course, for the star is but a mirror to the heart that beholds it. And in its silvered gaze burns the key that will unlock salvation... or eternal oblivion.
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