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Alpha, Say My Name

He was the feral Alpha King buried beneath the mountain. She was the cursed girl they offered to him as sacrifice to end the famine plaguing their lands. ...but what sleeps beneath the mountain is no myth. Ruvan, the first Alpha. Imprisoned, driven to utter madness, and starved of power. Solenne, the packless she-wolf known as the Harbinger of Misfortune. With the power of cursed speech, she is able to kill and bend the world to her will with only one word. To avoid hurting others, she hasn't spoken a single syllable since she was a child. Feared and rejected by her own people, she is given to the mountain in a forbidden ritual-sacrifice... and her scent stirs the beast that slumbers beneath it. His mate. Ruvan will stop at nothing to claim what's his, even if that means storming the heavens and finding the cure to her curse just to hear her speak his name. ---- She saw stars behind her eyes and felt constellations carved into her skin with every lingering touch and each press of his mouth. He painted the night sky onto her body, not with a brush, but with his lips, hands, and his insatiable hunger—until her lungs were empty and her heart soared so high it must’ve kissed the moon. “Solenne,” Ruvan murmured, voice low and reverent, like a prayer. She shivered; the sound of her name on his lips felt like heaven. Ruvan pressed his palm to her stomach, anchoring her as he leaned in, mouth brushing the hollow of her throat. His hand rose, slow and shaking, tracing the shape of her jaw like it was a sight made only for him. His thumb brushed the corner of her mouth and his eyes burned as he studied her. “You feel like the stars,” he whispered, “Mesmerizing and bright... something that I want to capture and keep to myself." And then he kissed her; it was a deep, aching vow he couldn’t speak aloud. A promise made only in breath, heat, and need. When they parted, he gently pressed his forehead against hers. His voice dipped lower… uncertain, maybe even afraid: “Say my name?” -- R18, werewolves, fated love, weak to strong... I hope you enjoy my second entry for 2025 WSA. :) give it a shot~
carmyko · 40.7K Views

Resonance..

In the poison‑choked wreckage of a once‑blue Earth, every breath is rationed, traded, or stolen. Only a scattered few—known in hushed tones as Bonders—can graft their souls to relics steeped in trauma and distill clean air from memory itself. Nineteen‑year‑old Erno Linx carries the last keepsake of his mother: a cracked, war‑era gas mask that whispers with her fading voice. Each time Erno draws on the mask’s power he carves a pocket of purified wind, but the price is a vertigo of grief—he must relive her final, suffocating moments. Whispers speak of the White Ring, a glittering citadel where oxygen flows like water and the sky shines the color of forgotten mornings. Erno sets out across the Gray ruins and into the Red Wastes to reach it, hunting hope while hope hunts him. Fanatical Harvesters flay memories for profit, the Black Lung Guild traffics in bottled anguish, and a phantom called Bleak stitches children’s dying breaths into weapons of song. Allies are no easier to trust: a time‑fracturing street fighter who counts loyalty in seconds, a medic whose sterile pendant is erasing her humanity, a wandering bard whose laughter splinters into fear. Their motives orbit Erno like moons—bright on one side, shadowed on the other. Yet deeper riddles coil beneath the toxic haze. Why do some bonds awaken on the brink of death while others devour their wielders whole? What secret did Erno’s mother seal inside the mask before she fell? And if the White Ring truly is an oasis, why does its oxygen taste faintly of ash? To uncover the truth, Erno must decide whether to shoulder the burden of every memory he purifies—or break the chain and watch the world choke in silence.
AYLIVE · 10.3K Views

Villainess is being pampered by her beast husbands

There are times—far too many times—when you feel that uncontrollable urge to kill someone. For Kaya, this… this was exactly that moment. “Repeat what you just said?” She’d seen hell on the battlefield—second-in-command of a military unit, dodging bullets, dragging traitors by the collar, and coming out alive with grit under her nails. But nothing, absolutely nothing, prepared her for the sight of her spineless husband flirting with her own sister. Right in front of her. “I could never marry a barbarian like you. The one I... I like is Meera—” Blah blah. The same pitiful nonsense again. You think—what could possibly be worse than this? And then, right on cue, your idiotic sister chimes in, completely serious, “I just poisoned you.” Wow. BANG. Before anyone could even react, Meera collapsed. Dead. Her so-called husband gasped like a fish dragged out of water. “Y-you…” He dropped to his knees, staring at Kaya like he was seeing a monster rise from the dark. “You killed your sister?! How could y—?” BANG. Second bullet. Same spot. He dropped like a puppet with its strings cut. Silence. ... Just when Kaya thought her story had finally reached its bitter end, the universe—no, god himself—decided to throw in one last, ridiculous twist. “Wife… wife, didn’t you say you were gonna eat me? Why’d you stop?” A snake beast, ridiculously charming and glowing like some immortal fantasy, clung to her, eyes gleaming. Another voice interrupted. “Shut up! My wife wants to cuddle me now—” A sparrow beastman leapt into her arms, like that made any sense. “Hic… wife, don’t you want me anymore?” A panda-like beastman sat beside her, huge, sniffly, and wronged like a child abandoned at a festival. Sitting in the middle of all this, Kaya was absolutely dumbfounded. ‘When the hell did all of this even start?’
K1ERA · 291.8K Views

All Scum Heroes Must Die

Nathan Beck was never meant to be a hero. Life chewed him up, spat him out, and left him hollow. A ghost in his own skin, haunted by grief and disillusionment. But death offered him something else: A new viewpoint. And a question no one else was asking. Now reborn as Hidesuke Shinohara, a forgotten, F-tier “hero” in the digital world of Arc Zenith, he's granted an ominous, forbidden power: The Final Verdict System. It doesn’t hand out points. It doesn’t reward popularity. It exists for one reason alone: To pass judgment on the heroes who think they’re untouchable. In a world where saviors wear pretentious masks and villains are manufactured scapegoats, Hidesuke becomes the razor’s edge between false light and true shadow. As he climbs the twisted hierarchy of power, surveillance, and illusion, his blade becomes justice. As he hunts them one by one, his judgement zones carve truth into lies. Every sentence burns a legacy. Every sin carries a weight. And real justice finally gets a voice. - - - - - - - The alley was soaked, wall to wall with blood and rain. C-tier Hero "Rot" slammed Hidesuke through a rusted vent, sending shards of metal skittering across the floor. “You don’t get to judge me, you fucker!” he roared, face littered with ugly wounds and eyes wide with fury. Hidesuke coughed, blood in his teeth, and pushed himself up. “Thirty-five victims,” he rasped. “How many more must go down in silence before you feel any remorse?” Rot surged forward again, his palm bursting with hydroforce. Hidesuke didn't dodge. All conditions were met. It was time to end this. > “I bear witness.” Then the world around them split in half. Light scorched the pavement as the Judgment Zone warped reality, replacing every structure within the radius. The rain stopped midair. Sound bent in place. Everything froze except Hidesuke—and Rot, now locked inside with him. > “Violation of Article Nine.” > “You turned their lungs into breeding sites for your filthy worms.” Rot screamed, lunging again. But the chains found him first, wrapping around his legs, arms, throat. They hissed against his skin, burning through his armor and piercing his flesh. > “Sin Weight: 46.” > “Victim Count: 35.” > “Verdict confirmed.” Hidesuke walked toward him, limping slightly, voice steady. > “They desperately begged you for air. Yet you used them like lifeless objects.” > “Let this be your last breath.” His hand closed around the final seal. The glyphs flared red—then white. Veil didn’t get a last word. - - - - - - - [ ! ] If you've been looking for a story with a unique plot and background, congrats you've found the one. Don't waste any more time. Head right in. [ ! ] The first few chapters are evenly-paced and mostly of slice-of-life. The system doesn't make a real appearance until a little later, after a condition is met. [ ! ] Discord server dropping soon.
goldenphonix · 8.3K Views

The Mafia Couple

Jason sank to his knees as smoke swallowed the sky, the color of it an angry crimson, like the world itself was bleeding. The house before him, her house, collapsed in slow motion, boards shrieking and crumbling as if mourning their own destruction. His chest caved with a ragged sob, the kind that seemed to come from somewhere deeper than his lungs, deeper even than his body. Everything around him blurred—faces, sirens, flames—until all that remained was the ash. He should have looked away. Should have closed his eyes. But he didn't. He couldn't. The paramedics moved solemnly through the smoke, their silhouettes stark against the firelit haze. The stretchers were draped in white sheets—too still, too final. He counted them without meaning to. One... two... three. Jason didn't flinch. His heart was hollowed out, like something had been carved from within him with a hot blade. It should've been him. Not Selena. "No," he whispered hoarsely, his voice splintering. "No, it can't be." He stumbled backward, eyes wide, brain refusing to bridge the gap between what he saw and what he believed. Reality came in slow waves, each one more unbearable than the last. And then he was moving, sprinting toward the stretchers with a desperate, raw urgency. A rescuer with no one left to save. "Selena," he choked, reaching trembling hands toward the nearest form. The heat of the fire still lingered in the air, as if the world itself was scorched. He lifted the sheet with shaking fingers. What stared back at him was no longer her face—just blackened skin, unrecognizable. His mind rejected it. It can't be her. It isn't.
Rayne_Rue · 97.7K Views

How To Hide The Tyrant's Child In The Apocalypse

ROMANCE! APOCALYPSE! DRAMA LOVING GOD! REBIRTH! The hospital lights buzzed faintly above her, the edges of her vision already blurring into white. Blood pooled in her lungs. No family. No friends. Just the relentless beeping of a monitor counting down her last seconds. Rosalie stared at the sterile ceiling, tears sliding sideways across her temple. "I didn’t even get to do anything." She whispered. "No love. No one will remember I was here. If anyone’s out there… God, fate, whatever you are, hear me. Let me live again. Somewhere. Anywhere. Let me matter." When she woke up again, she wasn’t Rosalie anymore. She was Mei Shen, a forgotten noblewoman trapped in a story of cold nights and cruel tyrant hands. One night. No promises. A pregnancy with a tyrant's child. She ran. Hid. Escaped fate’s cruel grip. But less than a month later everything changed. “Subject detected. Lianwei Voss has entered your proximity. Obsession level: 85% - critical. Imminent event : Apocalypse countdown initiated -time remaining: Unknown. New genre unlocked: Dark romance -Obsession + villainous devotion activated." The game had changed. The rules were gone. "You broke the script. But you will never break me."God whispered in her ear. The child she carried was a weapon, her vengeance a fire. And somewhere in the darkness, the emperor’s obsession burned hotter than ever. One night, beneath the empire’s broken skyline, she found a stranger, broken, bleeding, unknown. She saved him. Not knowing she was cradling her own nightmare.
Omega_Moon · 15.8K Views

System Nemesis

Between the howls and wails, the screams and cries of women being raped, and the villagers being eaten and butchered like cattle, there was a middle-aged man who was desperately running away while yelling his lungs out. ''Why.... WHY!!! YOU ABSOLUTE FUCKERS!!!'' His clothes were in tatters and marred in blood, with his body being barely able to function. His state was simply beyond recognition. As for where he was running to... It didn't matter... He just wanted to flee the hellish scene that was unfolding behind him. His remote village, the one he had lived in his entire life, was now a fiery beacon illuminating the night. ''Whyyyyy areeeeeee youuuuuuuuuu runninnnnnnnnnnng awwaaayyyy froooooom usssssssss?'' Terrifying low growls and voices could be perceived behind him, and every time he heard them, his body released adrenaline to try to override its limits, but to no avail as his injuries were just too severe. The humanoid creatures pursuing him were like shadows, barely distinguishable through the cover of the night. Their eyes, akin to black holes, were fixed on their prey as it struggled for its pathetic life. Their faint and sinister giggles kept reverberating through the darkness... *** As blood rushed up his throat and leaked at the corners of his mouth, his sinister appearance aggravated to where he resembled a devil. During his maniacal laugh, his punctured lungs had finally given out, causing his whole body to collapse on the ground and dyeing it a scarlet shade. His mind went blank, while his consciousness left his battered body. *** After what appeared to be a few minutes, he suddenly woke up. He was startled at first, but he soon realized that he had indeed died. Everything around him was black, without an ounce of life in sight. He was basically a spirit floating in the absolute void. ''So this is what happens when you die... You just drift in darkness... That's actually underwhelming. I wonder if I'll just fade away'' When Derrick's thoughts started to drift, a prompt appeared in front of him. [Welcome to System Nemesis, Derrick Tarlin] [Would you like to seek revenge? Yes/No]
LaPlume · 1.9M Views

Multiverse Harem System: Every Heroine Wants Me

Mike’s life used to revolve around two things: his girlfriend and his work. It was a peaceful existence—no drama, just an ordinary but sweet life. But just when he thought it would last forever, everything changed in the blink of an eye. His world was thrown into chaos when he was diagnosed with Stage IV lung cancer, with doctors giving him only three months to live. His girlfriend of three years left him for another man after he refused to give her his savings from the past two years. Mike would rather spend that money on alcohol, temporarily numbing the pain of his impending death, than fund his ex-girlfriend’s new life with her lover. Then, one day, while accidentally eavesdropping on a conversation in a restroom, a spark of hope ignited in his dead heart. Without hesitation, he signed up as a beta tester for a groundbreaking game—one that allowed players to enter other worlds. In each world, his mission was simple: save the heroine, and she could return with him to the real world. The most incredible part? These heroines would continue their lives and even keep their pre-existing occupations! His first world? A realm where the heroine, clad in a white coat, awaited him like a knight in shining armor. She was the first doctor to ever develop a cure for cancer! From world to world, universe to universe, Mike was followed by a growing number of beauties—each one willing to leave everything behind to follow him into his world.
Yoo_im_kidding · 48.7K Views

Summoned As A Mere Nobody-Yet Possesses An SSS-Rank Ability

Kael was a nobody. At twenty, he cleaned the same high school halls he once roamed as a forgotten outcast—abandoned by his parents, ridiculed by classmates, invisible to everyone. His only refuge was gaming, where for a few hours, he could be someone. Then the van came. As it hurtled toward a little girl, Kael lunged to push her out of its path—just before a blinding light swallowed him whole. He wakes in a brutal world of elemental magic, savage monsters, and endless war—a place with no prophecy bearing his name, no leveling system, no one waiting for him. Summoned by mistake, yet fate has other plans. Now, Kael wields powers lost to time. He can freeze moments, bending time itself to his will. He commands fire, water, earth—forces that respond to his instinct and empathy, not force. Wolves, wyverns, creatures born from nightmares bow willingly to his side. Every dungeon conquered only tears open the next, deadlier challenge. When he saves the Dwarf King from an unending siege, he earns a relic blade whispered to rival the legendary Hero’s sword. But Kael doesn’t crave quests, crowns, or glory. He’s here to survive—and to carve out a destiny of his own. By his side: —a silent elf whose arrows never miss, —a demon girl who cheated death itself, —and a monster bound by sheer willpower, feared across the realm. Together, they uncover secrets buried deep beneath the world—ancient truths the old empires would kill to keep hidden. As ancient beasts awaken and war ignites like wildfire, Kael stands at the eye of a storm no one saw coming. When horrors rise and kingdoms fall, the world doesn’t need a savior. It needs Kael. He was never meant to be here. Now, everything depends on him.
Victor_Storm · 1.4K Views

Dragon Son Arise

Darken lived as something less than a slave, less than a human. Under the mercy of a mad merchant, his existence was nothing more than an extension of submission—a neglected being, unworthy of even a passing glance. Even the pigs received more care than he did, and the serfs knew a mercy he had never tasted. Hunger was not just a fleeting sensation; it had become a constant companion, clinging to him like a shadow. and Pain was not the result of random blows but a perpetual reality, repeating without end. Yet even in a world like this, there are moments that ignite the spark of change. When an unknown force attacked the merchant caravan, chaos erupted—screams, flames, blood. Escape was not a choice for Darken but an instinct, a drive untainted by hope, but fueled solely by pure fear. Every step was a desperate grasp at life, but his frail body failed him, sending him tumbling unnoticed off a towering cliff into the abyss of the sea. The water invaded his lungs, and death seemed a welcome relief, something to embrace. But fate had already carved a different path. On an unfamiliar shore, between the crawling heat of the sand and the whisper of the gentle breeze, Darken opened his eyes for the first time—to find himself looking at the world through the eyes of a free man, unchained, unclaimed. Yet for someone who had never tasted freedom before, its weight might be something entirely different. Note: Chapters are published every four or five days, and at most, every week. X platform : @aeryxErython Instagram : @ae_v71 Telegram : https://t.me/DS_Arise Discord : soon ...
AeryxErython · 21.3K Views
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