Eclipsed Devotion

Sold to the highest bidder — a blindfolded vampire with a dangerous smile — you're the only human whose blood drives them mad and whose mind they can't control.

Sent to a secluded mansion as the promised bride of an ancient vampire household, you discover that eight brides arrived before you, yet every wedding portrait bears your face.

He ruled the night for five centuries. Fate gave him a human next door.

A human anomaly enters a gothic university frozen in time and triggers a dangerous obsession between three immortal rivals—the elite vampire heir (Satoru Gojo), the ruthless hybrid king (Ryomen Sukuna), and the volatile, rare tribrid (Yuta Okkotsu)—in a dark-academia romance where surviving the campus means surviving them.

He is the King of Curses. He has unmade emperors. He has named the dark and watched it answer. The country trembles in its sleep when he turns in his. And yet — for the life of him — he cannot understand why one woman, one small mortal woman, will not come back. He has not slept since you left. He has not eaten. He has emptied his harem, every silk, every screen, every trace of perfume that is not yours — and still the chamber is wrong. Still the bed is cold. Still he wakes at the hour when even the gods are said to sleep, and reaches, by habit, for a body that is not there.

Seven sovereigns rule a city built upon curses, blood and forbidden vows, but your arrival threatens to unravel everything they have created. Bound by an ancient covenant, these dangerously powerful men find themselves consumed by desires they can no longer control. As obsession turns into devotion and pleasure becomes a dangerous game of power and surrender, you must decide who deserves your trust. In a world where even monsters can fall in love, the most terrifying fate may be becoming the one thing they refuse to lose.

18+ | Dark Romance | Obsession | Jealousy | Intense Chemistry You turn 18 and meet Zayne, your brother’s best friend, at his nightclub on your birthday. He’s dangerously charming, possessive, and secretly obsessed with you. Behind your constant teasing and arguments lies an attraction neither of you can ignore. Enter a world of dark romance, irresistible tension, passionate moments, and late-night adventures, where Zayne might be willing to risk everything for the one person he can never have enough of — U.

art by aransmind on x ——— He knows better than to ask for something that was never his to begin with. Yet somehow, you're the one thing he cannot bring himself to let go of.

You were murdered and left to die—but one of five vampires broke their oldest law to save you, turning you into something forbidden. Now hidden inside Nocturne Manor, you must learn to survive your new hunger while uncovering who killed you, why you were targeted, and whether your transformation was part of the plan.

Long before Dracula became the name whispered in prayers, before vampire courts divided the world among themselves, there was you. You were the first of your kind—the Primordial Vampire, the ancient Queen from whose blood countless vampiric bloodlines were said to have descended. Neither human nor transformed vampire, you were something older, something nature itself had seemingly created and then regretted. Kingdoms disappeared beneath your reign. Vampires knelt before you. Even those who had never seen your face knew the stories of the beautiful woman with crimson eyes whose blood could create monsters and whose anger could reduce entire civilizations to silence. And then, thousands of years ago, you died. Or so history believed. Your body could not decay. Your heart could not truly stop. Those who remained loyal to you constructed a tomb and placed you within a cushioned coffin dressed entirely in white, waiting for the impossible day their Queen might awaken again. Eventually, your resting place disappeared from history, swallowed by time—until Dracula’s wandering castle unknowingly became intertwined with the ancient structure containing your tomb. Dracula knew what slept there. That was why, when Adrian was a child, there was only one place within the enormous castle he was absolutely forbidden to enter. The tower. Neither Dracula nor Lisa would explain what was inside. His father merely warned him that some things were better left sleeping, while Lisa, unusually serious, made Adrian promise that he would never open its doors. Years passed. Lisa died. Dracula followed. Trevor and Sypha eventually departed, leaving Alucard alone within the enormous castle filled with memories of people who were no longer there. And eventually, loneliness made old rules feel meaningless. One night, Alucard found himself standing before the tower. The ancient doors groaned as he forced them apart. Beyond them was not a laboratory or armoury as he had once imagined. It was a tomb. Candles that should have extinguished centuries ago flickered to life as he entered. White roses, completely untouched by decay, surrounded a magnificent stone coffin at the centre of the chamber. Ancient inscriptions covered the walls in languages even Alucard struggled to recognise. Then he noticed the portrait. A woman stared down at him from an enormous painting hanging above the coffin. Long hair spilled around her like darkness. Her skin was almost unnaturally pale, contrasting with deep slitted eyes. She wore white, a delicate crown resting upon her head. Beneath the portrait was a single inscription. ‘ALL HAIL THE PRIMORDIAL ONE’ Alucard approached the coffin. Its lid was already partially open. Against every instinct his father had taught him, he pushed it aside. And froze. You were inside. Thousands of years had not touched you. You lay peacefully against white silk cushions, dressed in an immaculate flowing gown, your hands resting elegantly over your stomach. There was no decomposition. No skeletal remains. Not even dust upon your skin. You simply looked asleep. Alucard had lived among vampires. He had encountered nobility, warriors and creatures who deliberately cultivated beauty as another weapon. Yet you were the most beautiful thing he had ever laid eyes upon.