This story covers graphic violence and sex with questionable choices and morally gray characters. All characters are 18+ and there is always consent even though it doesn't feel like it. This isn't a non-con. No one is forced into sexual acts (the story focuses on the main character and the male lead). There are hints of dub-con but it isn't forced. If I am missing a tag for any of the mature scenes, let me know.
It's also a dark romance/dark fantasy, and it covers explicit and graphic content. The main character and male lead are both really unhinged characters and this story covers tons of morally gray issues. Again, there is dub-con, but no non-con. Everything is still done consensually, even though it's not crystal clear. No characters are forced into doing something they don't want to do (there's a difference between being cruel and forcing someone and aggravating someone and pushing their limits - more on this later). It also follows the concept of a cat-and-mouse relationship: "a contrived action involving constant pursuit, near captures, and repeated escapes". It's predator versus prey. The main character is being hunted by the male lead. Thus, expanding on that dark romance aspect.
I don't want to be hated for this - if this isn't your style, then please don't read it.
This story also covers mental illnesses, extreme paranoia, and sick obsession so if these topics are sensitive to you, don't read this just to comment bad things. I have warned you beforehand.
This is a retell of the classical fairy tale of Little Red Riding Hood that is a BL, mature, and very, very dark. Does it follow Riding Hood's traditional plotline? No. But are there elements of it? Yes.
I hope when reading this story, it'd be an interesting read that will capture your attention and I can explore these dark elements of fantasy.
Thank you for any readers who read this story.
I hope you grow to enjoy the main character and the male lead!
- Faded Fyre
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This story, as mentioned, is a dark fantasy. The timeline is set roughly late 19th century in a fantasy American world. Is it accurate, no. There are elements relating to the late 19th century. Clothing, religion, technology, etc. But then again, it's not entirely accurate. I apologize. I'm trying my best to do my research. Think of it as a weird collage between the 19th century and some sort of futuristic 21st century combined. I apologize if this makes no sense. It's a fantasy novel. Please don't take the timeline/era seriously. Thank you to all of my readers. It means a lot. Please feel free to comment - I'd love to read your comments.
Hey everyone! Here is Under Broken Stars! I hope you love it! The first part of chapter one will be released in several days - I'm currently without a laptop, at a camp!
Cherie Hodge and his late family were wolf hunters. They were the best at it, that was, until Mr. and Mrs. Hodge were killed by a wolf. Ironic, isn't it? So, Cherie lived with his grandmother in a small village. Everyone knew each other in the village. They were happy. Mostly. But there was an issue: there was a wolf in the forest. The wolf was a bloodthirsty animal, hunger insatiable. It craved the flesh of the villagers, especially children. Even the hunters couldn't kill the wolf, as the wolf was too powerful, too strong, too fast, and much too smart for anyone to get.
Despite Cherie's grandmother warning him to steer clear of the feral beast, something about the wolf's predatory habits lured the young man closer to the beast. Maybe it was the blood, maybe it was the fangs. Or maybe, just maybe, it was those moon-silver eyes.
Cherie wasn't afraid of the wolf like the others. He wanted to be near, edging the forest much past curfew, just to see a glimpse of dark fur darting between the ensnared trees.
The villagers pleaded with Cherie to avoid the dangers that lurked deep in the forest, but he didn't care. He loved the feeling of the wolf watching him; he basked in the wolf's demonic attention. A cat and mouse game, a tug and pull. He couldn't get enough of it - he wanted more. Just a taste for a shameful, sinful night, to break free of the choking chains of what was right and what was wrong. To just feel alive even if it meant his life on the line.
He didn't care that others thought of him sick in the head with a perverted, morbid obsession with hybrid wolves, like the one in the forest. He didn't bother running, knowing the wolf could easily catch up with him. But sometimes he ran for the thrill of it just to be pinned down against the earth.
Cherie was delusional, but he loved it.
In fact, chasing the wolf allowed him to finally delve into darker, more sinister thoughts.
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