Steady Inmortal

After dying a virgin, Elias Gray is given a second chance—reincarnated in a magical world with the "Lust System", a divine artifact that allows him to gain power by pleasuring women, fulfilling their desires, and growing a harem of elite lovers. From cold queens and fierce warrior women to shy beastgirls and seductive demons, Elias must dominate the world with charm, cunning—and unholy pleasure. But pleasure comes with a price, and not all lovers are loyal. Can he rise to the top without being devoured by lust or betrayal? Elias wandered through the bustling Travelers’ Hub, a sprawling nexus of portals and pathways where high-ranking voyagers crossed dimensions. The air hummed with the faint pulse of arcane energy, and the scent of ozone clung to the stone corridors. His boots echoed against the polished marble as he passed glowing sigils etched into the walls, each marking a gateway to another realm. He was no stranger to these halls, but tonight, a faint murmur from the inner chambers of the elite travelers piqued his curiosity. The voices were low, urgent, and laced with something primal that made his pulse quicken. Drawn toward a shadowed alcove, Elias noticed a heavy iron door, slightly ajar, its surface engraved with runes that pulsed faintly in the dim light. A cold draft slipped through the crack, carrying a whisper of sound—a soft, rhythmic moan that stirred the air. His breath caught, curiosity warring with caution, but the pull was too strong. He nudged the door open and stepped into a chamber cloaked in near-darkness, lit only by a single flickering torch that cast long, wavering shadows across the stone walls. In the center of the room, Lilith knelt on a plush velvet cushion, her silhouette unmistakable even in the gloom. Her dark hair cascaded over her bare shoulders, her skin glowing faintly as if kissed by moonlight. She was bent forward, her hands braced against the floor, her body arched in a way that spoke of surrender and desire. Beside her stood a man, his face marred with jagged scars that caught the torchlight, giving him a rugged, dangerous edge. His eyes burned with intensity as he gazed down at her, his presence commanding the room. The air grew thick as the man’s hand moved, deliberate and unhurried. He spat into his palm, the sound sharp in the quiet, and slid his fingers along Lilith’s exposed skin, tracing the curve of her thigh before slipping between her legs. A low, shuddering moan escaped her lips, her body trembling as she parted her thighs wider, inviting more. The man’s fingers worked with a slow, teasing rhythm, coaxing gasps from her that echoed softly off the stone walls. Her breaths grew ragged, her hips rocking against his hand, and then—a sharp cry as her body convulsed, a glistening rush of release spilling onto the floor beneath her. The man let out a deep, guttural groan, his own arousal evident in the tightening of his jaw. He shifted, freeing himself from his trousers, his erection thick and heavy in the flickering light. He pressed himself against her, sliding into her with a slow, deliberate thrust that drew a long, throaty moan from Lilith. Her fingers curled against the floor, nails scraping the stone as he moved, each thrust deep and measured, the sound of their bodies meeting filling the chamber. In and out, a steady rhythm that built with intensity, her gasps rising in pitch. Lilith’s eyes fluttered, her body quivering with pleasure as she pushed back against him, meeting each thrust with a hunger of her own. When he paused, drawing back slightly, she reached for him, her hand guiding him back inside with a desperate urgency. Her moans grew louder, unrestrained, as she surrendered fully to the sensation, her body trembling under the weight of her desire. The room seemed to pulse with their shared rhythm, the air heavy with the scent of sweat and heat, the torchlight casting their entwined shadows across the walls like a forbidden dance. R18 content

Rylin thrives on the vibrant chaos of the rodeo circuit. Traveling alongside Wyatt's girlfriend, Cassidy, makes the experience even better, filling their journey with laughter and shared purpose. She sees Rob as another older brother, a steady presence amidst the whirlwind of competition. Rylin's skill shines in barrel racing, and she dedicates herself to caring for the horses they travel with, ensuring their well-being is always a top priority. Life on the road is a dynamic balance of competition and companionship for her. Meanwhile, Jase Hunter, son of Max Hunter, is wrestling with a different kind of chaos. His last relationship ended abruptly when his girlfriend was caught cheating on him, a painful discovery made while he was preoccupied with yet another of life's "ordeals." The betrayal cut deep, pushing him towards the numbing comfort of alcohol. Now, he's usually too drunk to care about girls or the whispers and judgments of the other cowboys. His focus has narrowed to the bottom of a bottle, a stark contrast to Rylin's vibrant engagement with the rodeo world. How do Rylin and Jase's paths eventually cross on the circuit, and what kind of initial interaction do they have given their very different current states of mind?

In a realm where strength is supreme and immortals are revered, mortals like Jiang Hao are mere shadows. A quiet, mature boy from a remote mountain village, Jiang Hao lives a simple life, untouched by the world of cultivation. But a twist of mysterious fate forces him to make a fateful choice, setting him on the treacherous path of immortality. Obtaining a rare physique that sparks envy among even the mightiest, he faces hurdles far beyond his imagination, ruthless rivals, ancient trials, and secrets that could shatter the heavens. With no grand dreams, Jiang Hao walks this path to see how far his resolve can take him. .... Immortal Path invites you to follow Jiang Hao’s ascent through a realm where power is everything. ----------- What to Expect This is not the tale of a righteous sage, nor that of a heartless devil. The main character is a reserved and steady individual, one who prefers silence over speech, solitude over needless company. He walks the cultivation path not for glory, but to see where the road ends. —————————————— Hi, If you are reading this, than please bear with starting chapter of Info dumps, there are only 5... thankyou ——————————————

On the day of her wedding, Ivy Quinn vanishes, leaving behind only a note: "I’m sorry, I can't marry a blind man." To protect her son from heartbreak, Elizabeth Winters strikes a desperate deal—Ruby, Ivy’s identical twin, must take her sister’s place at the altar. Trapped by duty and family pressure, Ruby agrees, believing it will only last until Stefan’s eyesight is restored. But from the moment they marry, Stefan senses something is different about his "wife." The woman beside him is nothing like the shallow fiancée he once knew. She’s sharp, resilient, and understands his business in a way Ivy never did. Against all odds, he falls harder than ever for this new version of her. And Ruby? She never expected to fall in love with a man who was never meant to be hers. But just when she finds the courage to tell him the truth, Ivy returns, ready to reclaim the life she abandoned. When Stefan finally opens his eyes, will he see the woman who truly stood by him—or will he be too blind to recognize real love? ****Excerpt**** “By the way, did Ruby come to the wedding?” he asked, catching her off guard since she hadn't expected him to ask her that all of a sudden. Was he already suspecting that it was her and not Ivy? Ruby’s fingers froze on the door handle for just a fraction of a second. It was enough to set off alarms in Stefan's head. “I—uh…” She hesitated, but only briefly. “No. She had work. She couldn’t make it.” Was he suspecting a switch already? What must have set off the alarm in his head? Stefan hummed, tilting his head slightly. “Oh, I see. How is she, then? I hope she's coming to visit one of these days?” Her fingers tightened on the handle, though her voice remained steady. “Yeah. She would, the moment she is chanced and can come.” A slow smirk tugged at the corner of Stefan’s lips, though he kept his expression neutral. Interesting. Very interesting. His wife had just lied to him and he didn't know why. Even though he was blind, he'd find out why soon enough.

Neva and Rhett—two young souls—find their heartstrings woven in love. But just as passion and peace begin to bloom, fate intervenes. Bleak, haunting circumstances scatter blades across their romance, threatening to tear them apart. Ishmael—a man with a heart of thorns—yearns to mend the wound of losing Neva. And in the end, rays of love and joy filter through the clouds of horror that darken his world—as Neva appears before him once more. Twisted fate entangles them all, revealing the Game of Sphere, as misery scorches their souls. A concealed life beyond turns its pages—one after another—gathering sin and virtue, tragedy and fortune, strength and frailty, creation, love... and hate. Illusion is where we live—in the garden of Eden before the fall of man. Illusion is serenity—an evermore sanguine of love. The vision of paradise in the New Earth sows hope deep in the soul. The delusory pleasures of this world ignite the flames that burn in oceans of fire. Illusive Eden is rapture. Illusive Eden is tragedy. The fall of man—even now bleeds red. The whisper whirls the dawn of a man—he who pretends to be the hero. --- The girl who once vowed to be his forever Now forbids him to ever appear. She refuses to recognize him, Disregarding all he ever was. He vows to protect her. Yet he is the terrifying truth she prays is a lie. He trips her, rips her apart— He's the living tragedy looming over her life. He once was her Elayne, now her hiraeth. He is the villain—pretending to be the hero. --- The Lord is the way— Steady through the wilderness. The King is the truth— Burning through the lies. The Father is the life— Breathing spirit into dust. She kneels before the Ruler, The God who shaped galaxies— He has called her a poet. Her tongue shall be anointed. Her poetry shall be the rivers of His word. She will scatter seeds in broken fields, And He will send the sun. He will send the rain. He will draw the roots down deep. He yields to the Ruler, The God of blazing holiness— He has called him a soldier. His fists shall be unclenched. The sword of the Spirit rests in his grip. He will shield the sower of the seeds, As storms rise against the harvest. His strength will be not his own, But drawn from the marrow of grace. This faith shall shake the mountains, For He has conquered the filth of the flesh. This flame will cleanse the shadows. For He has defeated the darkness. This love shall live on for eternity, For He has overcome the mortal world.

Sinopsis Oficial: Zhou Shu Xin, una joven con problemas cardiacos, ha sido forzada a ser una villana y cazadora de inmortales por su cruel familia Zhou y el clan de cazadores de inmortales. A lo largo de sus vidas, lleva consigo una maldición que la hace reencarnar y recordar sus vidas pasadas pero no todas precisamente y su enfermedad cardiaca. Sin embargo, siempre enfrenta el mismo trágico destino: morir a manos de su propio clan o por su enemigo. Al morir, Shu Xin despierta en la ciudad Yuehimei, en su nueva vida como Chu Shan Shan, la hija menor de la poderosa familia Chu. Sin embargo, el destino le juega una cruel jugada: descubre que su familia está estrechamente vinculada con Jiang Yang, un inmortal demonio sediento de venganza contra los cazadores de inmortales y, en particular, contra la familia Zhou. Este hombre, a quien conoció en su vida anterior como Shu Xin, es ahora el prometido de su hermana mayor, Chu Bai Zhi. Shan Shan teme ser reconocida por Jiang Yang debido a su rostro idéntico al de su vida pasada, por lo que evita todo contacto con él. Sin embargo, es Obligada a asistir al banquete de compromiso de su hermana. sin embargo, el banquete termina en tragedia cuando una explosión, organizada por el clan Zhou de su vida pasada, arrasa con todo, matando a todos los presentes, incluida Shan Shan. Al morir, Shan Shan despierta en un espacio estrellado, donde una voz misteriosa, el Sistema, la observa. El Sistema le entrega una máscara capaz de cambiar su rostro. "Pequeña anfitriona, has muerto por tu clan Zhou en tu vida pasada y en esta vida igualmente. Ahora debes regresar a tu vida como Shan Shan y renacer un día antes de la explosión y con otro rostro para romper el ciclo." El Sistema le revela un oscuro secreto: todas sus vidas pasadas fueron una mentira. Su verdadero nombre es Qin Shi Yue, y ella proviene de un mundo real, pero ahora está atrapada en un mundo de fantasía oscura. Con la nueva máscara, Shan Shan renace un día antes de su muerte y del banquete de compromiso de su hermana, pero pronto pierde la máscara, y su rostro original regresa. Ahora, los cazadores de inmortales desean capturarla para infiltrarse entre sus enemigos, mientras que Jiang Yang busca venganza, creyendo que Shan Shan es responsable de la muerte de su familia. En su huida, Shan Shan se ve obligada a recolectar fragmentos de corazón de la leyenda de las 19 ciudades y se encuentra con otros trasmigradores para romper el ciclo y encontrar su verdadera libertad. A medida que recolecta más fragmentos, secretos de sus vidas pasadas comienzan a salir a la luz, revelando secretos ocultos que podrían cambiarlo todo.

They called the Vorrakyns Dragon Riders, but their legacy has crumbled into dust. For centuries, no true Dragon has answered their call. Vacuse Vorrakyn was born into a dying legacy: once-mighty, now feared and cast to the Empire’s edge. A runt. A bastard. Yet he served his family with fierce loyalty, only to be betrayed by the father he once swore to obey. Vacuse died a pawn... a sacrifice to the forbidden magic to call a true Dragon. Discarded like worthless trash. Now, he’s back. Reborn at six, memories of betrayal burning sharp and anger raging in his veins. This time, he’s here to claim what was stolen and everything they denied him. Armed with forbidden knowledge of the Dragon Pathway and the secrets to bond with a legendary beast, Vacuse is determined to rebuild the family legacy—on his own terms. _______________●●_____________ Additional tags about the story, —> Dragon. Kingdom building. Tragedies. Complex MC and side characters. Heavy character development. No-Harem. Dark. Magic. Selfish, manipulation, schemes. Demons, Dragons, Elves, Orcs etc, and Otherworlders. Steady update.

¡Las escamas doradas no pertenecen a las aguas poco profundas; una vez que encuentran la tormenta y las nubes, se transforman en un dragón! En su noche de bodas, Su Luo enfrentó la traición de sus hermanos y su esposa. En una situación desesperada, recibió el legado de la Cultivación. Cultivó técnicas celestiales sin igual, controló la vida y la muerte con el Yin y el Yang, arrebató el destino contra los cielos, conoció a una confidente de belleza impresionante, y desde entonces, ¡se volvió invencible ante el mundo! ¡Este mundo, debido a su existencia, tembló!

Su Chengyu asumió la culpa por su esposa y fue a prisión durante tres años. Al ser liberado, se dio cuenta de que ella lo había traicionado. A pesar de esto, se benefició de la desgracia y comprendió el Dao, adentrándose en el mundo de los cultivadores inmortales. Podía dominar fácilmente técnicas inmortales y artes marciales antiguas. ¡También podía refinar píldoras, dibujar talismanes, tratar enfermedades y salvar personas a voluntad! Su Chengyu se comportaba de manera desenfrenada en la Ciudad del Polvo Rojo, jurando descubrir la verdad detrás de la muerte de 127 miembros de la familia Su hace 26 años.

El Dao Inmortal es etéreo, y los Inmortales son difíciles de encontrar. Li Nianfan había descendido al mundo de la cultivación como un mortal. Después de descubrir que no tiene esperanza en la cultivación, solo quiere vivir una vida tranquila. Sin embargo... El perro que adopta se convierte en un rey demonio de una generación cuando ve sus poemas y pinturas. Logra someter a un mundo entero. El árbol que planta detrás de su casa se convierte en un Árbol Mundial después de escuchar su música de cítara, formando un puente entre el cielo y la tierra. Se encuentra con un transeúnte que es iluminado por él y se convierte en un sabio inmortal que lidera toda una generación. Cuando mira hacia atrás— Resulta que el erudito que había estado molestándolo por su caligrafía y pinturas a pesar de tener pésimas habilidades en el ajedrez, es un santo del ajedrez del Reino Inmortal. La bella mujer que viene a escuchar su música cada noche es la santesa número uno del Reino Inmortal...

Al reencarnarse en un mundo de cultivo, Han Jue se da cuenta de que puede vivir su vida como un videojuego. Puede volver a tirar su potencial de cultivo y providencia innata. Así que pasa 11 años tirando para conseguir uno bueno... [Incomparable: Belleza inmortal, encanto insuperable] [Fanático destinado de la Espada: Aptitud suprema del Dao de la Espada, capacidad de aprendizaje suprema del Dao de la Espada] [Técnica de Movimiento Inigualable: Aptitud suprema en técnicas de movimiento] [Descendiente del Emperador Inmortal: Recibirás una técnica de cultivo inigualable y 1,000 piedras espirituales de grado superior] En busca de la longevidad, Han Jue decide cultivar de manera discreta. Mil años después, generaciones de cultivadores se han convertido en historia. Es entonces cuando las deidades comienzan a purificar el mundo mortal. Han Jue ya no puede esconderse y debe hacer algo al respecto. Entonces se da cuenta, ¡las deidades y los dioses no son tan poderosos después de todo!

His voice floats in the dark—slow, distant, cracked at the edges. A memory unraveling itself in ruin. "Oh… and I just died again." A beat. "Didn’t even get the chance to scream this time. Just burned. Like always." "But it doesn’t matter. None of this is real. Not really. It’s just… something stuck on repeat. A scene that loops like it’s written in the marrow of my bones." He inhales. Smokes chokes even the thought. "I think I’ve been trapped here for so long, I started dreaming with my eyes open." "Don’t get confused. I wasn’t always like this. I was a god. A ruler. Born of stars and saltwater. Atlantis was mine to inherit. My name—my legacy—was etched into the stone of the sea before I ever took my first breath." "And then…" his voice tightens "Mortals." "They didn’t worship. They hunted. They slaughtered the gods—burned our temples, tore our wings, shattered our hearts." "And me? They didn’t kill me. They needed me alive. Needed me to scream." "You ever wondered what it feels like—melted gold poured on your skin? Not once. Not twice. A thousand times. They’d stop. Let me heal. Then start again. That’s how I lost my gift. That’s how I lost my healing. That’s how I lost time." "I was just a child when the first war came. Barely 200 years old—barely chosen. By 500, I was ready for the throne. Strong. Steady. Loved." "Then the massacre." "Atlantis died." "And I disappeared into shadow." "Ten thousand years they kept me. Caged. Bound. Tortured. Not enough to die. Just enough to wish I could." "And then I saw my chance. I ran. I fought. I clawed my way out—" "But they found me. Again." "They reversed my age—ripped me backward through time like I was nothing but a thread. Left me a child. A hundred years old again. Powerless." "Then came the final curse: They locked me inside an illusion." "My illusion." "The one I created as a child—the night my village burned. The night I screamed and no one came." "Now I live that night again." "And again." "And again." "I die. I wake. I die. I wake." "Every ending is a beginning wrapped in fire." "And I’m tired." "Tired of bleeding for gods who are gone. Tired of breaking for Mortals who only know how to destroy." A long pause. "They used me." "Wore me out like a story passed through too many mouths." Then his voice drops—low, steel in it now. A whisper with weight. "But I swear… the next time I rise…" "It won’t be to save them." "It’ll be to end them." "They will scream and I'll listen" "This time, I'll give them something to remember" "A god... with nothing left to lose." READER ADVISORY: Everything in this world is handcrafted — from currency to the most basic details. My characters are morally gray, and each one is forged through relentless trials, not born into greatness. If you're hypersensitive, this story isn't for you. This book is brutal, raw, and unapologetically different. But if you’re craving something bold, dark, and unlike anything you’ve read before — step in. Thanks for reading.

Her voice floats in the dark—slow, distant, cracked at the edges. A memory unraveling itself in ruin. "Oh… and I just died again." A beat. "Didn’t even get the chance to scream this time. Just burned. Like always." "But it doesn’t matter. None of this is real. Not really. It’s just… something stuck on repeat. A scene that loops like it’s written in the marrow of my bones." She inhales. Smokes chokes even the thought. "I think I’ve been trapped here for so long, I started dreaming with my eyes open." "Don’t get confused. I wasn’t always like this. I was a god. A ruler. Born of stars and saltwater. Atlantis was mine to inherit. My name—my legacy—was etched into the stone of the sea before I ever took my first breath." "And then…" her voice tightens "Mortals." "They didn’t worship. They hunted. They slaughtered the gods—burned our temples, tore our wings, shattered our hearts." "And me? They didn’t kill me. They needed me alive. Needed me to scream." "You ever wondered what it feels like—melted gold poured on your skin? Not once. Not twice. A thousand times. They’d stop. Let me heal. Then start again. That’s how I lost my gift. That’s how I lost my healing. That’s how I lost time." "I was just a child when the first war came. Barely 200 years old—barely chosen. By 500, I was ready for the throne. Strong. Steady. Loved." "Then the massacre." "Atlantis died." "And I disappeared into shadow." "Ten thousand years they kept me. Caged. Bound. Tortured. Not enough to die. Just enough to wish I could." "And then I saw my chance. I ran. I fought. I clawed my way out—" "But they found me. Again." "They reversed my age—ripped me backward through time like I was nothing but a thread. Left me a child. A hundred years old again. Powerless." "Then came the final curse: They locked me inside an illusion." "My illusion." "The one I created as a child—the night my village burned. The night I screamed and no one came." "Now I live that night again." "And again." "And again." "I die. I wake. I die. I wake." "Every ending is a beginning wrapped in fire." "And I’m tired." "Tired of bleeding for gods who are gone. Tired of breaking for humans who only know how to destroy." A long pause. "They used me." "Wore me out like a story passed through too many mouths." Then her voice drops—low, steel in it now. A whisper with weight. "But I swear… the next time I rise…" "It won’t be to save them." "It’ll be to end them." "They wanted a hero out of me." "I’ll give them something else." "A god... with nothing left to lose." READER ADVISORY: Everything in this world is handcrafted — from currency to the most basic details. My characters are morally gray, and each one is forged through relentless trials, not born into greatness. If you're hypersensitive, this story isn't for you. This book is brutal, raw, and unapologetically different. But if you’re craving something bold, dark, and unlike anything you’ve read before — step in. Thanks for reading.

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. Dive right in... p.s. try not to drown. [ ! ] 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.

"Hay lugares que no se encuentran en los mapas, sino en las cicatrices del alma." Lucía Darling, una joven paisajista con una sensibilidad poco común, acepta un trabajo en el Parque Romántico de Arkadia, un santuario natural escondido en el corazón de Polonia. Pero tras el follaje, las ruinas y los lagos quietos... algo la llama. En sus sueños, ecos de un amor que no recuerda. En los reflejos, una sombra que la observa. Y entre las grietas del tiempo, él. Un alma inmortal, condenado a vagar por los siglos, llevando en su pecho la corona de espinas de un amor imposible. Entre ellos, no hay espacio ni lógica. Solo la eternidad, el dolor, y un pasado que no ha terminado de morir. "La huella de tu perfume" es una historia sobre la reencarnación, el destino, y la belleza trágica de amar a alguien que pertenece al otro lado del velo.

Cassidy Calista never begged for love. Not even from Ezekiel Salvador, the cold, enigmatic heir to the world’s largest pharmaceutical empire. Their marriage was built on power, not passion. Four years of shared silence and a single rule: Fall for someone else, and walk away. So when Cassidy caught Zeke with another woman, she didn’t wait for an explanation. She filed for divorce. And vanished. What Zeke didn’t know? She left pregnant. Now, after four long years, she’s back. And she’s not alone. By her side walks a little girl. Bright, curious, with the same defiant spark in her eyes as Cassidy once had. Zeke watches, frozen. His world tilts. Zeke had spent every year trying and failing to forget her. But the moment he sees her again, something inside him snaps. The fire he buried returns… And then he sees him. A man. Tall. Steady. Standing too close. Speaking to Cassidy in a voice only intimacy can shape. The little girl runs to him, laughing, and he catches her like he’s done it a thousand times. She says nothing. Offers no explanations. And suddenly, Zeke is no longer the man with all the power. Because now, he wants answers. Whose child is she? Has Cassidy moved on? Is she married to another man? And the most terrifying question of all, Is he already too late?

You don’t have to break me to keep me.” Ava loved him deeply. Gave him her time, her loyalty, and her heart. But to Jayden, she was always second the backup plan. The "maybe." The girl he only noticed when he was lonely. After one too many broken promises, Ava finally walks away. Not because she stopped loving him but because she finally started loving herself. Now, she’s rebuilding her life piece by piece. No more begging. No more waiting. No more half-love. And just when she’s not looking for anyone new… Elijah walks in. Calm. Steady. Different. He doesn't chase. He doesn’t play games. He sees her not as a backup, but as the main story. But can Ava open her heart again after everything she’s survived? Or will the past try to pull her back just when she’s ready for the love she truly deserves?

It’s a blood-soaked second chance wrapped in secrets and survival. And this time, I’m not the prey. Because, I'm the player. Thanks to a drunk little fairy named Pokolo. Her idea of revenge? “Bite your ex. She forgot to mention one tiny detail: If I got swatted before the 24-hour curse was up, I’d die. Not just as a mosquito. For real. Permanently. Guess how that went. I died. Out of guilt...or maybe because fairies fear karma, Pokolo pulled one last trick. She hurled my soul into another world into another body. I woke up gasping in a hospital bed, drenched in blood. A New face. New scars. Name: Lucien Malric Moreaux. Billionaire. Recluse. Shot and dead. Then the system booted up in my head. Cold text in my mind, offering upgrades, skills, even life-saving interventions. But every benefit came with a price: mission, deadlines, moral gray zones. Fail, and it’s game over. Now I’m trapped in a world that wants Lucien dead, where boardrooms are battlegrounds, smiles hide daggers, and every second breath might be my last. I have no idea who to trust. Everyone has an angle. Enemies in friendly mask. But one woman keeps piercing through the noise— Dr. Arno Theryn Solace. She stitched my broken body back together with those steady hands… and somehow started stitching my soul, too. She doesn’t know who I really am, and I have no business wanting her. But I do.

"Battling young masters for some treasures in mysterious caves? No, thank you. What's so special about a ring containing an old sage's trapped soul? I'll just toss it away. Becoming a direct disciple of some big expert with many enemies? Count me out. I'll flip the bird to the pointless struggle in prestigious sects that only attract calamity. What I have here, this opportunity I've seized, is plenty for me. I'll choose safe and steady methods of progress, even if they're slow. After all, I'm just a simple farmer seeking peace through cultivation. I'll rely on myself to pave the way." - Aksai Everwood (Chapter 7) ============ Aksai Everwood was a terminally ill man in his past life who signed up for one last experiment and accidentally made history by merging his mind with an AI. Instead of dying, he woke up in another world with a new name, new body, and a magical farm. But this isn’t your average pastoral paradise. Spirit farming here means dealing with dangerous cultivation, chaotic realms, and the occasional reality-bending headache. Armed with neural tech, an enchanted farm that grows mystical resources, and the ability to travel between worlds, Aksai skips the usual sect life to blaze his own trail. From druidic powers to martial arts and body cultivation, he’s on a path to conquer many realms. ============ Additional Tags: #druid #bloodlines #Martialarts #worldhopping #artificialintelligence #coldmc #battlenovel #calculatingmc #villain #farming #spiritcultivation #mindcultivation #bodycultivation #worldhopping #rpgelements #low-keymc #sliceoflife #nonarrogantmc

Retaliation of the Psychopath Ten years ago, Tokyo housed one of the largest meat distribution markets in the nation — a booming industry that fed millions and provided steady income to thousands of workers, especially young part-timers just trying to get by. The system worked. The market thrived. Until a mysterious animal-borne virus began to spread. Business declined. Panic set in. Profits crashed. But then, just as quickly as it fell… the market mysteriously recovered. No explanation. No cure. Yet behind that sudden recovery, something was terribly wrong. Every single part-timer hired that year vanished without a trace. No bodies were found. No names were mentioned. No headlines made noise. The authorities buried the reports. The companies stayed silent. And the market — somehow — stayed stable. A decade later, the city has forgotten. But one survivor has not. Takeshi, the lone part-timer who escaped that bloody year, returns — and he's not looking for answers. He’s looking for revenge. Beneath Tokyo’s neon glow, a silent war begins — between one man and the industry that turned workers into meat. ---

Chen Fan, el gran cultivador, falló en trascender la Tribulación del Cielo: la etapa final de su cultivación. Poco sabía que este accidente lo traería de vuelta a la Tierra y lo haría retroceder en el tiempo quinientos años, cuando era solo un adolescente. 'Una vez alcancé el precipicio del poder en el universo conocido y pude mirar con orgullo los diez mil reinos; sin embargo, estaba solo. Esta vez, mientras revivo mi vida pasada, no dejaré ningún arrepentimiento ni a nadie atrás.' Acompaña a Chen Fan mientras revive sus años de adolescencia, corrigiendo los errores del pasado mientras castiga a sus antiguos enemigos inconscientes.

El Alma del Vampiro, la nueva novela de Kristen Yong y la primera entrega de la Trilogía Sangre Oscura, nos transporta a Alexandria, un mundo que ha caído bajo el férreo dominio del Señor del Acero, padre de todos los vampiros. Y aun en una tierra envenenada por la conquista, tres reinos han logrado sobrevivir al casi total exterminio de su especie—aunque a un alto precio. Una tregua frágil, forjada a través del sacrificio, fue concebida para durar generaciones. Pero años más tarde, algo cambiaría el rumbo de la historia. Dos almas—una corrompida, la otra inmortal—amenazarán el destino de Alexandria cuando una conspiración, impulsada por la revelación de los Oscuralma, desate una nueva guerra santa, un amor imposible y el fin de una era. Ver el futuro es una cosa—cambiarlo, es algo completamente distinto.

Mira era solo una joven mortal viviendo una vida normal hasta que un dios arruinó todo para ella. —¡Que te jodan, dios! ¿Por qué sigues haciéndome esto a mí? ¿Qué hice para merecer esto? —exclamó Mira furiosa. Atrapada en un ciclo de reencarnación, Mira sigue aprendiendo y mejorando con la esperanza de derrotar a su opresor. Sigue a Mira mientras es lanzada a un Mundo de Cultivación donde lo imposible es posible, y la realidad puede ser lo que tú quieras que sea siempre que seas lo suficientemente fuerte. --------------------------------------------------------- Aviso: No planeo añadir romance al principio de la novela. Probablemente añada algo más adelante en la novela, pero no será el enfoque principal. Si hay algún romance, entonces será yuri. Esta novela también se centrará principalmente en personajes femeninos. Por supuesto, habrá hombres en la historia, pero en su mayoría, no serán personajes importantes. ---------------------Sistema de Recompensas--------------------- Regalos: Castillo: 2 Capítulos Extra Nave Espacial: 4 Capítulos Extra Gachapon: 6 Capítulos Extra --------------------------------------------------------- La portada fue creada por Moonfist de Fiverr: https://www.fiverr.com/moonfist?source=order_page_summary_seller_link Discord: https://discord.gg/4kxFxsCvb5 Patreon: https://www.patreon.com/Dreyerboys

Rex was just another slave in the corporate machine, a faceless office worker under the shadow of one of the galaxy's powerful megacorps. His life was predictable and dull, an endless cycle of meaningless reports and fluorescent-lit monotony. That was, until that day.... When a new world was discovered on the outskirts of the galaxy, Rex, like countless other low-ranking employees, found himself dragged into a contract clause he’d barely skimmed years ago. The megacorp ordered him and his coworkers to pack their lives into a transport pod and leave for the unexplored planet. Their mission? Establish a colony. Mine resources. Make the company richer. There was no choice, refusing meant ruin. At first, everything seemed manageable. The days were grueling, the nights cold, but progress was steady. The colony was coming to life. Until the excavation team struck something. No one knew what it was at first, a buried hive, a forgotten ecosystem, or something ancient and dangerous. Whatever it was, it unleashed hell. Swarms of enormous, chittering creatures erupted from the ground, their jagged bodies blotting out the sky. The colony fell into chaos. Screams echoed through the air as the bugs tore through everything in their path, walls, machines, and people. Rex barely survived. Bloodied, broken, and pinned beneath the rubble, he should have died there. But in the pitch-black silence of his fading consciousness, a voice spoke to him. Cold. Mechanical. Otherworldly. "Do you wish to live?" When Rex woke, he was no longer the man he’d been. His body was no longer human flesh and bone but something far more alien. His skin shimmered with living metal, his mind infused with the power of Cleo, a mysterious AI from a long-extinct, robotic race known as the Kaelzars. Cleo’s presence pulsed through his thoughts, guiding him and transforming him. He wasn’t just alive. He was reborn. But survival came at a price. Rex was no longer a pawn of the megacorp; he was something more dangerous, something they couldn’t control. As Cleo’s intentions began to reveal themselves, Rex found himself standing on the precipice of war, not just with the bugs but with forces far greater than he could have imagined. This was the beginning of a journey through blood-soaked battlefields and treacherous alliances. Along the way, Rex would encounter allies, brilliant, flawed, and unpredictable, and enemies whose ambitions were as sharp as their blades. These weren’t disposable foes, easily crushed by an overpowered hero. They were cunning, relentless, and human in the most terrifying ways. But then again, in war, who can truly be called a villain? New chapters every day at: [2 A.M GMT+8 Time!]

En innumerables mundos, aparecen puertas misteriosas que conducen a una tienda de conveniencia de aspecto ordinario. Es decir, hasta que ves quién está dentro. Un cultivador inmortal reflexiona sobre el sabor de los fideos instantáneos, un antiguo demonio sorbe una cola, y una bestia primordial sostiene cuidadosamente una bolsa de patatas fritas. Seres que podrían sacudir los cielos esperan tranquilamente en fila, aguardando su turno. En el mostrador, un joven escanea sus compras. Nadie sabe de dónde vino, pero todos entienden una cosa. En esta tienda, las reglas deben seguirse. Bienvenido a la Tienda de Conveniencia Dimensional, donde incluso las existencias más grandes deben comprobar el precio antes de comprar.

Lin Han was once a humble game designer, responsible for crafting a sprawling online game centered around civilization development. The game’s core concept was simple yet ambitious: each player assumes the role of a god-like creator, starting with a lone planet to nurture and evolve civilizations from the ground up. One day, in a bizarre twist of fate, Lin Han finds himself mysteriously transported into the very world he designed—a living, breathing universe governed by the rules he once wrote. But instead of following the traditional path of slow, steady evolution like most players, Lin Han chooses an unorthodox and wild strategy: he decides to develop a monster civilization. While other players painstakingly cultivate primitive cells, Lin Han’s creation rapidly evolves through parasitism, devouring its own kind to trigger extreme mutations. It spreads like wildfire, infecting entire oceans and causing a mass mutation of marine life. As his monstrous creation gains intelligence and begins to understand civilization itself, Lin Han reaps massive rewards, earning tens of thousands of Authority Points — the currency of power in this universe. His creation doesn’t stop there; it ruthlessly conquers ten other players’ planets, accumulating even more power and establishing dominance over an entire star system. When reporters ask how he plans to manage the ten civilizations under his control, Lin Han delivers a chilling response: “I will turn them all into monster civilizations.” His declaration shocks the galaxy, heralding a new era where monstrous evolution threatens to upend the very foundations of civilization.

Suddenly, the door burst open, flying a meter away from its position. A figure stood at the center of the doorway, his chest heaved heavily. His sharp claws glistened in the dim light. His raven black hair was ruffled, and his eyes were silvery grey. “Master…” I muttered, a small smile curved on my lips. ‘He came at last.’ The temperature dropped as his overbearing aura crept into every corner of the room. Damon didn’t charge or growl. He just walked forward slowly, calmly, as if he had all the time in the world. But something about him felt like the calm before a storm. “Close your eyes,” he said. His voice was so calm, as if everything was alright. Then came a sharp, horrifying sound like thick fabric tearing. A blood-chilling cry followed. “STOP! PLEASE! I didn’t touch her… I was wrong… please…!” Erik wailed. But another snap came, followed by a heavy thud against the ground.  “Touch what belongs to me…” Damon murmured. His voice was low, steady, and terrifying. “…And this is what you get.” A long silence followed. Then, slow footsteps echoed. “You’re safe now,” he said. He covered my body with his jacket and carried me out. The candle behind us flickered once more, casting one last glow on Erik’s bloodied remains… before it went out. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ When Ember opened her eyes, she was no longer the powerful, independent woman she once was. Instead, she woke up in the fragile, abused body of a lowly Omega, destined to be nothing but a breeder for the Alphas. Her escape attempt didn’t get her far. Instead, it led her straight into the path of Damon Blackthorn, the ruthless Lycan King feared by all. Sold like a slave by her own father, Ember becomes the property of a man with a frozen heart and a violent temper. But beneath her submissive mask lies something more: a cunning mind and a will that refuses to break. Now, in a world ruled by dominance, power, and ancient bloodlines, Ember must do more than just survive. She must outsmart a king. She must earn the loyalty of the very people who scorn her. And maybe, just maybe, she’ll bring the Alpha to his knees.

Chibi Pride: “Look him in the eye, keep your voice steady, and if you need a moment to gather your thoughts, don’t say umm, hold your breath.” Chibi Sloth: “Think… of all the time… we could save…” Chibi Gluttony: “Moderation doesn’t mean abstinences.” Chibi Lust: “Nothing is sexier than a man who brings exotic trophies back from his hunt.” Chibi Wrath: “It’s not even that big a deal, it’s one freaking box man.” Chibi Envy: “Come on Greed, if we don’t get it now, we’ll keep thinking about it, then next time a craving hits, we’ll just want more. Probably something more expensive, or more of it.” Chibi Greed: “It’s. Not. On. The. List.” Max watched the seven tiny forms of the great and powerful seven deadly sins argue… over a box of Lucky Charms. He steadied his shoulders and met the tiny Greed’s eyes blocking the box he’d reached for, “I’ve worked two double shifts this week, yes it’s outside of budget, and not on the list, but...” He took a moment as Chibi Pride nodded encouragingly. “Twice this week I left work so late I was too tired to make anything. Yes, it’s cheaper, yes, it’s healthier, but I need something I can grab on the go, or stuff my face in under ten minutes. I’ll ride my bike to work to cut back bus fares.” Greed glared at his companions, “We’re supposed to work together.” Pride grinned showing all his teeth, “We are.” The other five all grinned at Greed playfully. “I am getting a box of Lucky Charms Greed.” Max didn’t let his voice waver under Greed’s increasingly irate scowl. After a small hesitation, he reached for the box next to Greed, and put it in his cart. When Pride patted his ear he let out the breath he’d been holding as a wide smile spread over his face. Hell yeah! I finally did it! After three months, they, no he, managed to stand his ground. Ryan, the security guard, watched the young man… talk to a box of cereal. All the fucking crazies around here, he hated it when they started talking to themselves. Never knew when one would get violent… at least this kid was a regular… always talking to fruits, vegetables, sometimes the occasional discounted meat. He leaned his head to his walkie talkie, “It’s our fruit negotiator, apparently the cereal isn’t keen on going home with him today. Tell Karen she can relax.” Ruby listened to the chatter as she gave her best customer service smile to their very own special Karen. She’d refused to pay for her four hundred dollars’ worth of groceries until someone verified the crazy guy she’d spotted had been spoken to. Her two crotch goblins still screaming hysterically in the father’s cart… they had to be at least eight years old already… God how much longer was her shift? Ruby checked her phone… seven hours… and twenty-three more minutes… not including her lunch.

~•No Escape•~ "Are you running away from me, my sweet girl" spoke a voice in the hallway that made her stop in her tracks. The hallway had turned dark with only the wall lamps that burned brightly casting the shadow of the man on the floor as he slowly emerged from the other end. "What are you doing here, your majesty," She said and bowed immediately as she saw him approach her with slow but steady steps. "You haven't answered me, sweet" The man said with a sweet smile that made her wary and he heard the way her heart skipped a beat. He stood before her and used his index finger to raise her chin. He tilted his head as he gazed into her green eyes that looked back at him with fear. He took a step forward closing the distance between them and his eyes narrowed when she took a step back, but that didn't stop him from cornering her. "Did you think you can escape from me?" He continued to question and she didn't miss the mockery behind his words. "I…I" she felt her words tied to her tongue because of the man's daunting aura. She felt him trace her forehead with his finger down to her jaw. He continued moving his hand down to her neck and to the top of her swell and her thudding heart hitched when his hand continued to stay there. "Did you think you can escape from me?" He bent towards her as he spoke. His breath fell on her neck which sent a jolt that traveled down her body. "I told you, you're tied to me and me to you" _______________________ Perdita Kartar was a winsome yet strange young lady. She had an appealing beauty with her green eyes that invoked and impelled anyone who gazed into them. She had fooled her villagers so she could live and protect herself and her remaining family from the night creatures and also humans. But what was bizarre of all, was that Perdita had a secret she shared with no one. She had lived in the village since she was little, and over the years, she had been discreet with each move she made. Unfortunately, things didn't go as she planned. Despite her cautious decorum and fight to stay out of sight, a pair of glacial red eyes falls on her, which followed and refused to leave her out of sight.

Unos eventos totalmente anormales comienzan a suceder en un alejado planeta, causando una evolución acelerada en las primitivas formas de vida que lo habitan. Varios años después un grupo de "Humes" llegarán a ese planeta, sin la más mínima sospecha de lo que les espera. Para sobrevivir deberán combinar sus habilidades y hacer uso de todo su ingenio, pero es probable que ni siquiera eso sea suficiente para escapar de su destrucción. Por otro lado, una existencia inmortal que ha vivido desde hace millones de años, se enfrenta a la peor desgracia del universo. Maldecido a una eternidad de sufrimiento, sin suerte, con un cuerpo débil y sin ninguna clase de talento, se enfrenta constantemente, contra las adversidades más injusta e inhumanas del universo. ¿Podrán escapar a su desgracia, armados sólo con su determinación?Probablemente no, pero quizás su encuentro pueda arrojar una pizca de esperanza para superar su destino.