For Joaker, having failed her duty as a universal guardian, she was then punished to live as a mortal. A being without fur or fangs. For being a failure but not without a bit of merit. She, before had been a being who guarded a universe, was demoted to become...Hyena, human, a pig, wolf... Tortured. Warped until her true self was lost and she became a being that she had looked down upon. Forced to struggle with the need to keep her nature in check and protect those who wish to crush her underfoot. Paired with that she must also decide if she wants the males who constantly hunt her, as her own or to use them to alleviate her rapidly rising heat.
There was a woman standing on a mountain of corpses.
She stood alone.
Back straight, while her long Locs of hair twisted into medium lengths; was styled into a complicated style, flowed around her. Breath even.
The attire she wore; consisted of a hide material acquired from kills; covering her medium breast and another to make a skirt she had snatched from one of one of the bodies lying around, to cover her flared hips and curved derriere.
Her gaze held no emotion.
Even though the eyes were exquisitely beautiful: her eyes the color of the palest blue, were almost as stark as her white Locs. Her skin, which usually possessed the reddish fertility color of the earth, was now dyed red from the blood. Around her, the vultures flew above.
While around her below: the scavengers stole parts of the dead.
Her face was cold. The massacre she had left behind had been effortless. Not daring to spare anyone-she lied she spared a few.
Shivering and kneeling before her were those who served her.
She did not spare them a glance but continued to focus her gaze and looked up at the heavens and sneered.
What is she?
Beast guise as two-legged walkers.
What did she want?
To kill those who made her hurt so.
Those dwelling in the heavens able to easily look down in the middle realm saw this woman.
More beautiful than a goddess, more sensually made than a demoness. She was simply an abomination.
A few sneered, hoping she would die, condemning her for still breathing life. While others simply stared at the female who seemed to be more powerful than a goddess. To them, she was a being that should never exist, but she had.
What makes the two different?
Gods and demons?
The desire in their hearts.
Gods had no such lowly desires, becoming slaves for them. Those are for the lowly beings.
Since their founding, they held absolute power until this woman appeared, challenging them.
The ruler of the heavens had thought it was time for these lower beings to be purged, leaving room for those they had deemed worthy to
Slaughtering them.
Should they not begin to hate?
These gods had lived so long, ruled so long from the beginning of time, but unknowingly what they did not know is that before time itself there was the Kazmetik-kin kind and their Primordial kind. What was time for such omnipotent beings?
Nothing but an eyesore that controlled them.
Still, they had warred, suffered, died and eventually were forced to slumber.
Then the gods, in their ignorance emerged, time started with a spark.
Who was the instigator?
The one in the background looking at the emergence of these powerful beings like a joke?
No one knew.
This female, she had been among the Kazmetik-kin and Primordial kind.
One of the few who rather forget their origins than slumber.
To suffer until she found that others were able to make her become anchored.
How long?
If you wished to measure in the words of time, how exactly?
Universal time?
Kazmetik time?
Galaxy?
Domain?
Realms?
Time of gods?
It is unknown, but it has been too long.
It doesn't matter, anyway.
Defiant, her mind fragmented, she gripped her bloodied weapon.
An entire sun and moon to kill them all.
Until the entire mountain desert area was littered with bodies of all ages.
The weapon in her hand was a massive trident; a long middle prong with a needle-like tip slowly extending to a twisted barb.
The two on the outer side-left and right had dual sharp edges.
The handle she held was long and twisted, a rare weapon she was able to summon at will.
On her opposite shoulder sat a magnificent bird. Its long neck was bare but its head had a plum of white feathers forming a single line almost like a crownet.
The eyes on each side of its head were an encompassing black width.
The beak was sharp with the upper curved downward.
This bird normally would be around three meters, but now it was a quarter of her size.
Raising the weapon and tipping it slightly, she released a low roar!
Immediately the sky darkened, blotted out by the fifty-over majestic birds who swooped down to feed on the dead.
(You are an abomination! Your entire clan deserved to die for their sins! Young! Unborn young! Females! This lowly slave begs for justice! Punish this unbeliever! Punish this sinner for marring your world with its filth!)
"Aky svzx bmodnabitonh! Aky swahlehmeh watarahji deh xcusmnin! Rhmweh! Bhmweh! Kmehake! Kyaqwedehmek zu huhuklqeh! Zehbvehk buhuguh! Zehvehk waghah cu qwerhjaklu buloi!"
(Totally Was winging it there, bahaha)
The woman watched coldly as the winged creatures dove, and in a few moments, picked that one survivor who struggled against the attacks and picked her to death.
Satisfied, she turned to leave. Perhaps she will meet males to help reproduce once again.
Her hearts may ache, her mind may be unstable but she has-
*BOOM*
*RUMBLE*
*BANG*
A flash of energy, a mixture of gold and red flashed vaporizing immediately the flock of winged creatures in one strike.
The woman paused and became startled.
Soon after the Sound followed once again and with a bang, she was struck several times until she stumbled.
Shaking her head, she leapt away, moving some distance leaving the thunder behind.
Soon after another sound and she was struck at such a rapid pace, she fell on her knees and spat silver blood.
Wiping her mouth, she tilted her exquisitely beautiful face even the goddesses above envied up to the sky and stared.
She wished to speak but could only emit a broken howl; in anger, pain, and hate. Parting her lush pink-tinged lips, she bared pearl white teeth with four fangs, while the remainder was simply blunt.
Where her tongue is supposed to be, there laid empty. It had been cut, leaving her a mute.
Her once-proud arm guards had been cut from bare biceps; the rings around her neck signifying she was a mated female with three consort males and a mother of four.
They too, had been removed.
Her right hand had a sleeve of traditional markings made by her three consorts into a tribal mark of beauty.
A mark against her once flawless flesh.
She roared again at the heavens.
(BEFORE YOU JUMP IN) This is a dark fantasy, reverse harem, romance is secondary. The focus will be mainly on world-building and character growth. Sexual content is included. Once it is your cup of tea, please help yourself to the read. - - - - Ever met some fool who was reborn? Or transmigrated? Ever met some fool who wanted to make you suffer but you had to counterattack like a boss? Like make them think it was merely a dream and they were crazy…their world that they believed would be perfect had crumbled and fallen before them? Ah~ Wonderful. I a villainess should laugh on a side like the dutiful side character watching a movie. Right? No! Wrong! I want to immerse myself in this play until all those within bow down in terror. Even though I am the Villainess, my wish is to claim my males so they can worship me as the goddess that I am, and that one who covets should continue to but also be tortured.
My name is Kurly Kassandra Krystalis. This name was nothing like a normal name on this island. It was foreign and the name my dad gave us. My mom was Krella, my sister Kelly, brother kristophere, the last kyle. All K names like seriously mom why did all of my siblings have a normal name except me? ~ I had two lifetimes. My well first and second life. Well, sort of like three — Forget it at this point. I can not be sure more keep on adding to the point I have my own domain. In the end, I came to realise that my soul… Spirit… Ah. Yeh, whatever you would call that part of you that remains after your body is gone was fractured into several pieces. Each “soul fracture” shared each other’s memories but had their own inherent memories. Everything was great, so good. Until my last year of secondary school. My life just warped and changed into… the beginning of disaster. ~ Life is not easy for Kurly Kassandra Krystalis. First, they call you the KKK, and then there is another problem… She has a fractured soul. Not in a sense that she is damaged to the point she is weak but to the point she has something similar to slit personalities. Adding in that, she remembers her past lives and the men from those lives kept popping up like ‘pop goes the weasel’. She thought it was bad. Nope, her sister became an issue and problems that appeared in her past life. It’s OK though, she has this. Well… At least she thinks so. ~ Book one of ‘Fractured series.’ This is a 60,000-word Reverse harem novel. This book is for ages 16+ The female lead and some uncomfortable scenes. Contains: slight sexual content, slight gore and some situations that some readers may not like. Some scenes will also contain flashbacks. All male leads are from her past life, with yandere tendencies.
The day Raina gave birth should have been the happiest of her life. Instead, it became her worst nightmare. Moments after delivering their twins, Alexander shattered her heart-divorcing her and forcing her to sign away custody of their son, Liam. With nothing but betrayal and heartbreak to her name, Raina disappeared, raising their daughter, Ava, on her own.Years later, fate comes knocking when Liam falls gravely ill. Desperate to save his son, Alexander is forced to seek out the one person he once cast aside. Alexander finds himself face to face with the woman he underestimated, pleading for a second chance-not just for himself, but for their son. But Raina is no longer the same broken woman who once loved him.No longer the woman he left behind. She has carved out a new life-one built on strength, wealth, and a long-buried legacy she expected to uncover.Raina has spent years learning to live without him.The question is... Will she risk reopening old wounds to save the son she never got to love? or has Alexander lost her forever?
The whispers said that out of bitter jealousy, Hadley shoved Eric's beloved down the stairs, robbing the unborn child of life. To avenge, Eric forced Hadley abroad and completely cut her off. Years later, she reemerged, and they felt like strangers. When they met again, she was the nightclub's star, with men ready to pay fortunes just to glimpse her elusive performance. Unable to contain himself, Eric blocked her path, asking, "Is this truly how you earn a living now? Why not come back to me?" Hadley's lips curved faintly. "If you’re eager to see me, you’d better join the queue, darling."
It was supposed to be a marriage of convenience, but Carrie made the mistake of falling in love with Kristopher. When the time came that she needed him the most, her husband was in the company of another woman. Enough was enough. Carrie chose to divorce Kristopher and move on with her life. Only when she left did Kristopher realize how important she was to him. In the face of his ex-wife’s countless admirers, Kristopher offered her 20 million dollars and proposed a new deal. “Let’s get married again.”
Lyric had spent her life being hated. Bullied for her scarred face and hated by everyone-including her own mate-she was always told she was ugly. Her mate only kept her around to gain territory, and the moment he got what he wanted, he rejected her, leaving her broken and alone. Then, she met him. The first man to call her beautiful. The first man to show her what it felt like to be loved. It was only one night, but it changed everything. For Lyric, he was a saint, a savior. For him, she was the only woman that had ever made him cum in bed-a problem he had been battling for years. Lyric thought her life would finally be different, but like everyone else in her life, he lied. And when she found out who he really was, she realized he wasn't just dangerous-he was the kind of man you don't escape from. Lyric wanted to run. She wanted freedom. But she desired to navigate her way and take back her respect, to rise above the ashes. Eventually, she was forced into a dark world she didn't wish to get involved with.
After two years of marriage, Sadie was finally pregnant. Filled with hope and joy, she was blindsided when Noah asked for a divorce. During a failed attempt on her life, Sadie found herself lying in a pool of blood, desperately calling Noah to ask him to save her and the baby. But her calls went unanswered. Shattered by his betrayal, she left the country. Time passed, and Sadie was about to be wed for a second time. Noah appeared in a frenzy and fell to his knees. "How dare you marry someone else after bearing my child?"
Natalie used to think she could melt Connor’s icy heart, but she was sorely mistaken. When at last she decided to leave, she discovered that she was pregnant. Even so, she chose to quietly leave his world, prompting Connor to mobilize all of his resources and expand his business to a global scale—all in a bid to find her. But there was no trace of Natalie. Connor slowly spiraled into madness, turning the city upside down and leaving chaos in his wake. Natalie finally surfaced years later, with wealth and power of her own, only to find herself entangled with Connor once again.