Behind Her Eyes

Two weapons clanged. A sturdy long stick with a large mace on top was swayed aside by a strong female warrior. With her short reddish hair and a menacing yell, she trusted her chain mace towards a tall girl with a long pointy tail and protruding fangs. She barely dodged her attack, throwing her body to the ground of the arena. The audience behind the flimsy fence roared and cheered in a frenzy. They were packed tight around the rocky walls, thirsting for blood. The fallen girl heaved, holding her weapon tight. Standing up, she narrated, "Someone once joked 'Go to Heaven for the climate, Hell for the company'. Only fools can believe this to be true." Her opponent cackled with a smirk, ready for another attack. "Do you want to know what it's like down here? Well, let me tell you.” The woman in question entered this world as a very old and very ill woman. Surrounded by her loved ones, she closed her eyes and entered a hell-like dimension. It resembled a large city floating on a lake of lava, called Helltown. With very little resources, she had to find a way to survive. Luckily, there was hope. The woman used a spell to become a beautiful young woman with super strength. Disguised, she fought demons, escaped the slums, ended up in a brothel and then as a gladiator in an arena. With many enemies and shifty allies, she finally managed to catch a break and get to the top floors, where the intrigues truly start. Along the way, we learn more about her life on Earth and the possible reasons for her being there. Can she stay sane among such evil? What is Helltown, and does it affect the life on Earth? A lot, actually.

"That's a check for one million dollars. Take it and leave. Go reunite with your mistress and live your lavish lie." Caroline's voice cracked as she slammed the check against August's chest, her eyes red-rimmed and burning. For three years, she had played the loyal wife to a crippled man. Three years of silence. Three years of him vanishing each month without explanation. Three years of missing money and whispered rumors she'd desperately tried to ignore. She loved him once. But even love has limits. August watched his devastated wife walk away, her footsteps echoing like a death sentence. The truth sat on his tongue—boiling, desperate to be free. But he swallowed it. Not yet. For her safety, she had to remain in the dark. Three years ago, he emerged from a brutal war victorious but broken—ambushed when his strength was at its lowest, his legs shattered, his body labeled useless. They wrote him off. They laughed at the wheelchair-bound shell of a once-great warrior. But August never accepted that fate. As the door slammed behind Caroline, something inside him cracked—not broke, cracked open. His Qi, long dormant, surged like a tidal wave. And for the first time in three years… August stood. The wheelchair sat empty. Now, the man they abandoned is rising. His enemies will kneel. And his wife? He will protect her from the very family scheming to strip her of everything—even if she hates him for the secrets he kept. Let them come. August is done sitting down.

She was looking for the perfect spot to build her tent to sleep over for one night. And the place she found is surrounded by tall trees that the fireflies chose to rest. But a scent of Sandal wood mixed with mint entered her nostrils and make her knees become weak. Elijah Suarez, the college student who doesn't know that the half blood that flowing inside her veins is actually from werewolves is now experiencing her first ever blood heat. "Your scent, I like your scent." The voice from behind together with the thick scent that is now surrounding her entire body makes her mind blank. She saw a man with golden eyes, sweating all over his body and has a.. Tail?! Dwine Frost, A dominant alpha who are having his dangerous first ever rut inside the mountain thought he was going to die. Being a purebred werewolf who can't find his mate because of the so called soul link. If he experienced his first rut without his soul link mate, he's going to die. Two souls meet inside the mountain under the red blood moon. Helping each other to subdue their sexual desires, bodies become one while the fireflies dancing above them. There is one problem, Dwine Frost, after his rut. Actually can't remember what happened when he wakes up in the next morning. Only the scent of vanilla mixed with Rose and orange left in his body. Who was it? Who is the one who helped him to overcome his rut? No, rather. Who saved him?

Thomas married Natalia who was once the blacksheep of the family. Due to him being a genius in highschool and a stock broker he helped Natalia his wife become the Father's favorite child and no one knew he was the one behind it because he was just doing it out of love for her.Natalia on the other hand was just using him and never loved him,she never said anything in his defense when her family insulted him or even maids belittled him.In the eyes of others he was just a shameless man eating from the pockets of his wife's rich family.Natalia would cheat on him and show no remorse, Thomas had enough when she had the guts to tell him to accept the child of her lover as his own.She threatened him with divorce to scare into submission but he has had enough and his father in law Gabriel who called him a waste of space saw this as a good chance to get rid of him.Even though that wasn't what Natalia wanted she was persuaded into divorcing Thomas to her dismay.Thomas told them they would regret this and left in anger promising he would make them pay.Thomas later found out that Natalia was the one that sabotaged his chance at a good life for her own selfish gain and still put him through this humiliation.You shouldn't bite the hands that feed you, Natalia learnt that the hard way when their company started falling due to Thomas leaving.When Natalia finally came clean to her Father it was already too late he was out to get his revenge and would not listen to any apology.

“Don't embarrass yourself. It’s not like this is new.” Carlos dropped the bag and with each step he took toward them, the years of loyalty, sacrifice and love burned to ashes in his chest. His fist clenched involuntarily. “You were my brother, Robert,” his breath weakened with pain while his eyes gleamed. “And you... I was planning to marry you, Andrea!” “You?” Andrea snapped with a scoff, wrapping a sheet around her. “You can’t even pay your rent on time. You’re a delivery boy, Carlos. A nobody." Framed by His best friend and lover, Alex is forged by the experience gotten from his betrayal and misfortune into discovering his true identity and rightful place as a Seclair heir. And to take revenge on all those who were behind his misfortune with the help of the system whose golden aim is to make him the grand master of the SOLO SYSTEM.

Hundreds of years before the rise of the Hoshokus, in the land of Russia there was a story untold in which another fairy was involved. Loren Aramis Descovick, a vampire Tsesarevich(Crowned Prince) released a creature sealed in a frozen lake. Without him even knowing releasing the woman unveils many issues hidden from their eyes and the survival of his family's empire in Russia. Together with this creature named Anastasia, they are tasked to subdue the Noble vampires in all regions and prevent the coup d'etat and plans for their dethronement, the invasion of the Werewolves in the Capital Region, and the higher threat behind all this. -- Mixed Blood: Round Table of Knights series is composed of 7 Books introducing the Knights that served the Queen of all vampires. The main plot and timeline basis of the present are in the main books titled - Mixed Blood Book 1: War of Fangs and Mixed Blood Book 2: Hoshoku Queen, both available in the Filipino language on Wattpad.

Coulter, the Martinez family's Son-in-law is seen as nothing but a burden by his wife, Melissa, and her family. He is treated lesser than dirt, and to culminate it all, Melissa cheats on him with Caleb, the man she believes is behind the official listing of Martinez Corporation. But behind the shadows, Coulter is actually the man who pulls the strings, and is the reason the Martinez family is finally experiencing success. But when he is scorned, he withdraws his support, leaving them all to burn at his feet.

They called me the Scourge of the Seven Realms. The Black Emperor. The man who'd conquered half the world before his thirtieth birthday. None of those titles mattered now, as I lay dying on the blood-soaked marble of my throne room. "Any last words, Damien?" High Priestess Celeste stood over me, her blade — my own sword, stolen during the battle — still dripping with my blood. Behind her, the leaders of the rebellion watched with hungry eyes, eager to see the tyrant fall. I wanted to laugh. After everything I'd done, all the kingdoms I'd conquered, all the battles I'd won, I was being killed by the woman I'd once loved. The woman I'd trusted above all others. "You won't win," I managed, blood bubbling from my lips. "The demons... they'll come regardless. You've doomed everyone." "Better the demons than you," she spat. The irony was bitter. I'd conquered the world to unite it, to prepare for the demonic invasion my visions had shown me. But fear and propaganda had turned me into a monster in their eyes. They couldn't see that everything I'd done was to save them. "So be it," I whispered. "May you live long enough to see your mistake." Celeste raised the blade for the final strike. "Goodbye, Damien." The sword fell. Darkness swallowed me. And then...

I narrowed my eyes at him and caught glimpse of a guy, standing in a corner and what’s weird is that he wasn’t dancing. He seemed different and odd for all this. He’s looking in my direction, very still and I can see him intermittently. The hat makes it harder to discern. Except for the creepy, fiendish smile, raising the edges of his mouth real slowly. I squinted my eyes at him. He tugged his hat from the right, an expression of a muted Hi! I nodded reflexively and opened my mouth to call Frank, who was busy with stuffing ice cubes in two glasses of beer. “Hey!” I called with my hurting head. “What?” he asked the glasses. “Who’s that? Someone new?” I pointed at him. Frank gave up the stuffing and looked in his direction. “Haven’t seen him before” he said with confusion. . . . Elijah Heath, an eighteen year old teenager was stalked by someone. Read to know who was he? And what made him behave this strangely. Does someone REALLY follows her? Or she's hallucinating like others say? . . . "Is someone there?", I moped around the dim-litted living room. "Guess it's just me. I'm making excuses to cease. No, Elijah! You have to finish this up!". As I ascended three steps, I realized a change in the air pressure around me, an odd creak and a clear presence of heat_ behind me. My breath abated. Just as I plucked the nerve to turn, my ankle was grasped and I slided down as some hand pulled me. My knees rubbed along the hard steps. **Caution**: Contains extremely disturbing content. Read only if you can stand murder and blood descriptions else you might feel nauseous.

No clan. No bloodline. No mercy. Armstrong Norman was expelled from his family at sixteen and declared permanently worthless after three failed awakenings. The cultivation world is cruel, ancient, and ruled by bloodline power. He has none. What he has instead is a body stronger than any awakened cultivator his age, an ambition sharp enough to cut heaven, and a sealed mark over his heart that caused an ancient god to stand up in alarm the moment it flickered. The mark sealed behind three layers of ancient power, sleeps the Core Source Bloodline of the Primordial Chaos Sovereign. The mythical beast that devoured worlds before gods existed. A bloodline so catastrophic that its faint stirring woke sleeping demons, shook divine thrones, and opened the eyes of creatures buried outside space itself. A Guild Master offers him a deal. Awaken the impossible and assassinate an emperor. Armstrong says yes. And that's when some trash would burn the whole world down.