ScarletSage

(WSA 2025 ENTRY)
Betrayed, rejected and humiliated in front of the council and seven kingdoms, Dahlia stood between life and death.
Her mate, Prince Damian, had rejected her during their mating ritual and she had till sunrise to find a mate or she would be bound to Hades- the god of death. 

While Damian celebrated his engagement to her sister, Gwendyln, Dahlia was slowly dying. The sun was about to rise and no man was interested in mating with a rejected human girl. 
It was too late and she was bound to Hades for eternity. 

Fate throws an opportunity to Dahlia and she wakes up in the body of a girl that had drowned in the Cyre river several weeks ago.
She had been given a second chance at life but at the cost of the souls of the people that had killed her and many others.

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"You're mine. Every single part of you yearns for me" he whispered against the nape of my neck. 

"I want you to crave my touch. Your insides will  throb at the sound of my voice" he growled as he sucked on my bare skin. 

"I'd rather die" I spat. 

"Death will never stop me" he boasted aloud. "I'll bring you back again so I can reclaim you till every inch of you belongs to me"....... 


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SEDUCING HADES: Betraying the System (GL/LGBTQ)

The cold morning air bit at my skin as we stood in a straight line, shivering under the governess's sharp gaze. The tension in the air was suffocating, thick like fog, pressing down on us as we waited for mother Olga to address us.

None of us knew what would happen next, but we knew it wouldn't be good.

The guards were fully dressed and lined up around all the exits. It smelled like trouble.

A chill ran down my spine as the first girl was dragged forward. She stood stiff, her head bowed, hands trembling at her sides. The governess ran her fingers over the girl's arms, pressing and feeling for anything hidden. Then she moved to the pockets of her dress, yanking them inside out. Empty.

She ordered the girl to empty her small clothe bag and she ran her fingers through the pile, scattering the clothes around the ground as she murmured to herself.

"Next," the governess ordered as soon as she was done searching the girl.

BLOOD, SWEAT AND TEARS