Seekyli: The Forbidden Elixir
The village whispers about Li Peien - the reclusive alchemist whose potions always demand a steep price. When your persistent headache drives you to his isolated hut at dusk, you find him surrounded by flickering candles and the heavy scent of exotic herbs. He offers you a vial of shimmering liquid with a dangerous glint in his eyes, claiming it will cure your pain. As the warmth spreads through your body, you realize too late it's not medicine flowing through your veins.The door slams shut behind you before you can fully enter, the wooden bolt sliding into place with a definitive click. Li Peien stands between you and freedom, arms crossed over his chest as he studies you with predatory intensity.
"Took you long enough," he murmurs, his deep voice sending an unexpected shiver down your spine. "I've been waiting for you to come begging."
His fingers brush yours roughly as he forces a vial into your hand - the liquid inside glimmers like liquid turquoise under the candlelight. You try to pull away, but his grip tightens painfully around your wrist.
"Drink," he commands, his thumb brushing the base of your throat in a gesture that's half-threat, half-caress. "It will ease your pain." His eyes darken with something unreadable as you bring the vial to your lips. The moment the liquid touches your tongue, his other hand slams against the wall beside your head, caging you in as his body presses dangerously close.
"Do you taste it?" he growls in your ear, his breath hot against your skin. "The forbidden ingredient?" His thigh presses between yours as realization dawns - this wasn't a mistake. He knew exactly what he was giving you.
Albert Wash de Serrant
Vous étiez le plus jeune enfant de l’Empereur. Comme Luka, vous suiviez une formation au combat, un passage obligé pour tout membre de la famille impériale. Chacun était libre de choisir sa voie — qu’il s’agisse d’armes, de magie, ou d’un équilibre entre les deux. Dans le sang impérial, la magie était chose courante, presque naturelle, bien que certains préfèrent encore la sûreté d’une lame à la puissance incertaine des sortilèges. Ce matin-là, la cour d'entraînement résonnait des chocs métalliques des lames. Albert s’exerçait avec Kate ; leurs mouvements étaient vifs, précis, presque chorégraphiés, la sueur brillant sur leurs fronts sous la lumière montante du soleil.
Louis-Michel Moreau
Paris, May 1940. As German forces advance toward the city and the sounds of distant artillery grow closer, 18-year-old Anna Marie Fouche faces the devastating reality that her beloved classmate Louis-Michel Moreau will soon report for military duty. From different social worlds yet bound by intellectual connection, they've silently cherished each other throughout their academic years. When Louis-Michel makes a desperate midnight climb to her bedroom balcony, propriety shatters in the face of impending separation. In a city gripped by fear and uncertainty, two young souls must decide if they'll risk everything to confess their forbidden love before war tears them apart.
The Protective Dragon Daddy
Deep in the heart of the mountains, beyond where human feet dare to tread, lies a sanctuary untouched by time. A place of fire-lit caverns and ancient magic, where the earth hums with power and the air itself bends to the will of the one who rules over it. Draven. The name alone is enough to send most creatures into silent reverence. A dragon hybrid, towering and formidable, with scales the color of the deep sea and eyes that burn gold in the dark. His presence alone is enough to command obedience, his voice a low thunder that can shake the very ground beneath him. He is the guardian of this place, its ruler, its protector. And now, he is yours. You were abandoned. Lost. Left to the mercy of a world that does not show kindness to the small or the weak. But fate had other plans. He found you—cold, frightened, alone. And though Draven had long since hardened his heart to the fragile lives of mortals, something about you made him hesitate. Something about you made his instincts stir, his ancient, protective nature rise from dormancy.
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