Hel

"It’s official. Death wants an heir." The announcement sent shockwaves through all realms. Who was worthy to inherit the throne of the Almighty? Debates raged as curiosity sparked fierce discussions. Mikhael, an ordinary human, had no stake in this—until he received an unexpected visitor. “Congratulations. You are Death’s son.” Hel’s words turned his world upside down. “What the hell is that supposed to mean?” “It means you get to work for me—for free. The perks? Rent-free living, one rest day a year, and a guaranteed meal every day. Sounds nice, right?” Hel clapped her hands excitedly, as if she were offering the deal of a lifetime. Mikhael was stunned. This was blatant slavery disguised as destiny. “No thanks. I like my life as it is.” “Too bad.” Hel gave a dramatic pause. “Either you work for me, or death follows you—forever.” Trapped between two of the worst choices in history, Mikhael had no idea what power awaited him. One path led to servitude, the other to something far worse. But could he defy Hel’s terms and come out on top, or would he end up as nothing more than her pawn?

[DING!] [Congratulations, APOLLYON. You have unlocked the Infernal System!] [NAME: Israfel BlüdThïrste.] [FACTION: DEMON ¢ RANK A.] [DING!] [You have ascended to the realms of man.] [CITY: The medieval Empire of Eldoria.] [ALL HAIL THE BURNING ONE!] [CONQUEST: Level Up to NINTH INFERNAL CIRCLE.] [The battle for DOMINION begins.] [SYSTEM has graciously provided the most delicious and bosomy babes to compete for MC.] [ADDITIONAL TAGS: Ruthless MC – NSFW – BDSM – Cosplay – MILF – War Crimes – Unholy Trinities – Hybrids – BDE – Smut – EVOLUTION – Succubus – Slaves – Yandere – Ascension – Gore – ADULT CONTENT AND LANGUAGE – Anal – Dominant MC – Hentai – Lust – Demon – Extreme violence – R18 – Faceslap – Fistfights – Bestiality – Bloodsport – Exorcism – LOLITA – Brutal MC – Magic – UNDERWORLD – Politics – Demonology – Necromancer – Old Gods – Fae – Sword and Sorcery – System – Hardcore – Mermaid – Cat girls – Dragon girls – DARK – Vulgar – Epic battle – Hell Ranking – Fallen Angels – DOMINIONS – Incest – Dungeon – Leveling up – Cold MC – Sibling Lust – Taboo sex stories – MONSTER GIRLS – Debauchery – Utter fuckery – Demented SC – MANA – Invulnerable MC – Elf – Vampire – Demoness – MATURE – Murder – Psychopaths – Luciferan Bloodlines – Corruption of virtue – Chivalry – Villainy – Death – LEGION – Clashing armies – Weapons system – Resurrection.] [WARNING: This book features detailed descriptions of female humiliation, hardcore sex and depravity. There is a guaranteed Adult Chapter one out of every five. NOT FOR CHILDREN! NOT FOR SOFT HEARTS!] • FULL BLURB Israfel BlüdThïrste was born in Hel. He has lived in it all eighteen years of his life. As seventh in the bloodline of the Morningstar himself, Rafel has had a pretty fucking great life. There's spilled blood in excess. Violence to choke the gray skies. Abundant sex—depraved and hardcore. And more blood. Everything a Prince of the Abyss could desire. But Rafel has heard stories, of the world above. The world of the weak mortals whose damned souls fall endlessly through the red skies of his, to meet with perpetual torture. Stories of their fine carriages and legendary kings. Their golden sun and green earth. But mostly, their virgin women. He wishes to see it for himself. And so, when a lucky gambit with his dear Aunt, Lilith, opens up a way for him to explore the surface, Rafel hops to it. The deal is a hundred years before he has to return to his duties as Hell's Apollyon. Accompanied by his new slave, a voluptuous horned Succubus, Rafel journeys to the mortal realm, entering into the mythical lands of Eldoria as the enigmatic Earl of Emberfall, a haunted estate. But Rafel intends to rise, into the very courts of the Eldorian Queen. At least before his time runs out. And if corrupting, blackmailing, fucking, and murdering a few mortals gets in his way, so be it. This is until the haloed mess of Ravenna de Vries ends up on the grand steps of his Manor, soaking wet with a blood debt hanging over her head. Israfel had seen many beautiful women in his time, but somehow the little mortal girl is sufficient to make him rethink his gambit. Ravenna is owed to a powerful Hell Principality. And though Rafel convinces himself that building up his power ranking is solely selfish, it also has to do with going up against an ancient adversary from his home who is certain to appear just about anytime to collect what he is owed—Ravenna. She is not his responsibility, but why does Rafel feel exactly that whenever he looks at her? And suddenly for this Immortal, a hundred years is not enough to fall in love.

This is a story of a guy who loses everything, and then gets it back. Same old new world story, just a different kind of story teller. *** They took away our hunter tags. They had us grow our hair. They gave us a new brand, when we were over there. They staged us out of Dragur, East of the Olim Horn. I guess they call us Slaves, but no one calls us much anymore. There is no fun in killing. I don't want to do it anymore. Karn brought Sorrow. Pookie brought Fear. Milk brought the fly boys. They did work in Undia. I worked mostly clandestine. Some Legends I should not say. We played with better wands. I could use the extra pay. Did Mara give the order? Did venom pay the way? They said we were slaying demons, but it was kind of hard to tell. There is no fun in killing. I don't want to do it anymore. This was before HALO, and Codex was king. Hej atop the rider, he never felt a thing. When our rider caught a spell, and both the mages killed. It pitched us over sideways on some cold Sylph hill. My back felt like it was broken, my legs I could not feel. I kept on slaying demons, but it was kind of hard to tell. There is no fun in killing. I don't want to do it anymore. I never did heal up right from injuries sustained Officially in Torin, unofficially we train. I remember all their faces. They dream about me still. I guess I'm slaying demons, but it's kind of hard to tell. There no fun in killing. I don't want to do it anymore. I speak the cold logistic, that old boys speak so well. Veni, Vedi, Vici. I'll see you in Hel. Maybe it's bravado, or an unspeakable guilt. That village, they were demons, but it was kind of hard to tell. There is no fun in killing. I don't wanna to do it anymore. I've done plenty. What is one more? -Corb Lund *** Come guess me this riddle. What beats shire leaves and fiddle? What is hotter than pleasures touch, and whiter than cream? What best wets his whistle? What is clearer than crystal? What is sweeter than honey and stronger than steam? What will make the lame walk? What will make the dumb talk? What is the elixir of life and philosopher's stone? And what helped Pookie-Baba dig up a tunnel, that runs from Shalamanda to West-Torin? When you are digging a crater, It is the best thing in nature, for sinking your sorrows and raising your joys. Sometimes I wonder, if lightning and thunder, is made out of the plunder, of the reddest hiski and oils. *** If you can keep your head when all about you, are losing theirs and blaming it on you. If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you, but make allowance for their doubting too. If you can wait and not be tired by waiting, or being lied about, don’t deal in lies, or being hated, don’t give way to hating, And yet don’t look too good, nor talk too wise. If you can dream, and not make dreams your master. If you can think, and not make thoughts your aim. If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster, and treat those two impostors just the same. If you can bear to hear the truth you’ve spoken, twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools, or watch the things you gave your life to, broken, and stoop and build them up with worn-out tools. If you can make one heap of all your winnings, and risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss and lose, and start again at your beginnings, and never breathe a word about your loss. If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew, to serve your turn long after they are gone, and so hold on when there is nothing in you; Except the Will which says to them ‘Hold on!’ If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue, nor walk with Kings, nor lose the common touch. If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you. If all men count with you, but none too much. If you can fill the unforgiving minute, with sixty seconds worth of distance, run. Yours is the World and everything that’s in it, and which is more you’ll be a Man, my son. - Rudyard Kipling

Have you ever heard of the tale of the lone vampire, no, no, not those other lies, not those pieces of the story turned into something else. The true unfiltered tale, the story of the one who held the world hostage, the one who controlled the vampires, the one who destroyed Earth, the one who made an oasis of sin, the one who is the worst enemy of the vampires, the one who had it all but lost everything, and the unknown savior of the universe. Well, here it is the true story read if you dare, or if you just one to have some fun. While reading this story you have to do one thing: Imagine, just Imagine. Also when reading these books please be advised this is just the first of a lot more books to come, so if you read something that feels new or off an explanation will come later.

A young man, unexpectedly chosen by a mysterious power, is thrust into the realm of Hel, where he encounters Hela, the formidable Goddess of Death. Tasked by an enigmatic system, his first mission is nothing short of daunting: guide Hela to transform into the Goddess of Life. As he navigates the desolate and treacherous world of Hel, the MC discovers the system's quirks, including a surprising training manual based on Saitama's legendary regimen. Despite his mortal limitations, he begins to unlock his potential, facing trials that test his strength and resolve. Meanwhile, Hela, initially cold and disdainful, finds herself intrigued by this strange mortal. Though she mocks his weakness, she begrudgingly aids him, recognizing the potential in him as both an ally and a source of entertainment. Her own struggles with her identity and desires come to light as she reflects on her past, her disdain for Odin, and the cyclical nature of her existence. Unbeknownst to the MC, powerful beings like Odin, the Watcher, and even Death are aware of his unusual presence. While they don't know the full extent of his connection to the Void, they suspect he is no ordinary mortal. Odin, in particular, watches him closely, hoping that this stranger might succeed where others have failed: breaking Hela free from her dark path and the endless cycle of destruction. With the stage set for cosmic intrigue, personal growth, and a battle against fate itself, the story dives into a complex web of power, ambition, and the question of what it truly means to be free. mc will visit anime worlds in the future

Facing total annihilation of the DEMONIC clan(Hellas), The clan leader Demon Hel, sacrifice his life to save the DEMONIC clan. By hiding the Hellas from all beings. Will the Hellas return? What happens if they return?

Was experimenting with a new writing style when life got in the way causing me to have to drop this story. It's a shame because I liked it but oh well. Maybe I'll actually get started with this at some point. Have you ever wondered how merchants stood deep in unventured caves, woods, and ruins - always awaiting a weary traveler? How they're always dangling much appreciated wares for sale for nothing but coin in return. Or maybe they're asking for some gem that's useless to you - but in return, you receive a masterpiece of a weapon or tool. The answer lies with the Merchant's Guild. Enigmatic at the best of times and completely shrouded in mystery at worst. They know more about coin than anyone else, and how to exploit that knowledge. They reside in world of Hel, a paradise for those who enjoy misery for company. In Hel, spirits and monsters run rampant while humans engage in war perpetually, with no central power giving any semblance of control. There, nations can be built and destroyed in a day, and often are. Nathan lived a varied life on Earth between the mob and the military. The only thing he knows is making money through killing. Luckily for him, that's an express ticket to the best of the best at the Merchant's Guild. But maybe there is more to life than just money.

What am I. Who am I. I am everything. Better said I will be... one day. But for right now let me have hope that this is true. That all the stories are true, that my children are real, that my purpose is here.

Test Subject No. 0604, nicknamed Hel after the Norse goddess of Death for her destructive behaviour towards the people. An incredible specimen that was once deemed impossible to create with only science until she was found by the colleagues of her late father. Hel was then moved to Xellene, one of the world’s most top secret research centres, where she was tortured and experimented on to create a human weapon capable for warfare for almost a decade. She was supposedly doing well until, recent scans of her brain revealed that her once inactive or ‘dead’ parts of her brain has started reacting to emotions. Blake Wilson and his group of researchers’ current mission now was to find the cause of her sudden change in brain activity, but they can’t seem to figure it out. Around a few days after this was discovered, a new addition was added to Xellene’s staff. Liam Wright, a prominent young psychologist that was transferred from Recel after an unfortunate accident that has scarred him for life. He was unexpectedly asked a favour by the President himself to take care of their most dangerous experiment, Hel. He reluctantly agrees and meets her for the first time and oddly finds himself mesmerised by the charms of the so called ‘monster’. And like how he was feeling, Hel had started to anticipate meeting Liam everyday. As they grow closer, Hel hears stories of the outside world from Liam and finds herself growing more curious of what the world looked like. As her curiosity grew, her interest for the young man did as well and after months of careful planning, Hel decides to escape from but she needs help. When Liam finally decides to lend her a hand, will they escape safely and live normal lives again or will her captors find her first and send her back to her dark horrid cell?

[NO. 4212: ‘Humanity’ has failed the Demotion Match.] [NO. 4212: ‘Humanity’ has been deemed useless. Beginning deletion.] As Earth was being erased after their final game ended in failure, Martial Saint Sung JiHan managed to resist deletion and saw messages pop up in front of him. [To think someone would be able to resist being erased.] [Let’s give him an opportunity to re-challenge.] [Player ‘Sung JiHan’ is returning to the time of initial entry in The League.] When he woke back up, he had regressed back in time. Given a second chance, he swore to himself to stop the fall of Korea and humanity and take flawless vengeance against those that ruined things in his original timeline. Follow the journey of Korea’s Martial Saint, Sung JiHan, as he struggles to prevent a future of destruction and ascends as the Martial God! . . [This novel does not belong to me; all rights belong to its author. I merely upload it, and translation credits go to: Reaperscans, Hel Scans] Original Author: 염비/Yeombi Alternative Title: The Martial God who Regressed Back to Level 2

Men yearn for nothing more than to carve their name into the bed of history. The vastness of eternity haunts men. Thus, we ask: Will our deeds have an impact on future generations? Long after we are gone, will others hear our names and wonder who we were, how valiantly we fought, and how fiercely we loved? The Naldeans are a terrible tribe of slaves, forced to slave away for their ancestors sins of betraying humanity. Down below in the immolating heat and unforgiving environment of Hel, a young boy starts a cult in an effort to jailbreak from Hel in itself. His name is Artam and he is the Mummer of Hel, one of the greatest men to ever live. But inside his mind lives an unsatisfied man who once enjoyed a boring life on earth until he woke up in a war-torn fantasy world. Reborn as a destitute orphaned slave with nothing to his name but memories of a previous life, Artam will do what ever it takes to carve his name into the anals of time.

If you are a fan of the yandere genre, then you will enjoy the crazy and sick mind of the girl from hell! A girl named Hel discovers her murderous urges when she falls in love with Ulrich - a guy with golden curls. Her crazy mind will lead her into unimaginable situations, but in the end... was it all worth it?

after the 1986 Chernobyl disaster, attempts were made to repopulate the area, primarily with scientists and military personnel. However in 2006 almost 20 years after the first incident, a mysterious second disaster occurred killing or mutating most of the inhabitants.years later, people have begun coming to the Zone in search of wealth, knowledge, and to fulfill the human curiosity. As a result of the second disaster, the Zone is now littered with dangerous small areas of altered physics, known as anomalies. Explorers and scavengers operating within the Zone, are known as Stalkers with an anomaly detector and a pocket full of bolt they search the zone dangerous landscape for anomaly and one wrong step can lead to their death.... despite this countless people venture the zone for many reasons serving many interest group operating within the zone some want to destroy it other, want to study it, some want to contain the zone whatever the reason was human doesn't have a reason to go deep to the zone in the first place we are attracted and fascinated with the zone follow the story of a man with zero survival experience navigating the zone while being attacked by bandits mutants and anomalies This novel is based on the S.T.A.L.K.E.R. game franchise and the game is based out of a Russian sci-fi novel strugatsky roadside picnic I'm using chat gpt and grammarly to hel me write the chapter

'Each betrayal begins with trust' ~~~ ‘Endure a while’ was what her grandfather said. She endured the curses. She endured the pain. She endured the unfairness. She endured the behest. She endured the down heart. She endured many things but what did she get in return?  Betrayal from her own people. ‘This cruel world is not for innocents.’ She had to learn it forcefully laying on the deathbed wishing to leave the world forever. But fate plays cruelly. Now she is back to the same world to stand strong and smile at the evil. --- Excerpt: Aarvi Evans typed a message shamelessly on her mobile, [I need a kiss.] Her lips tugged to a rare mischievous curve clicking on the send button. It wasn’t even fifteen minutes, her mobile went off. She walked out of the private room of the restaurant and answered the call, “Hel…” She was suddenly yanked to the opposite private room. Before she could absorb the situation, the door was shut, she was pinned to the wall and a pair of thin soft lips pressed on her forehead calming her nerves. ‘How naive!’ She hadn’t thought he would actually ignore his client just to give her a kiss. A kiss! Aaron Rivas would have called her naive if he could hear her thoughts. The next second, Aarvi’s petite face was showered with gentle pecks without leaving an inch unattended. Aaron paused and said, “Cupcake! you hadn’t mentioned where you needed the kiss.” He didn't let her react and locked her lips. --- This is an original story. Thank you ^_^ for giving it a try. DISCORD: Munchkin_2#7368 Story DISCORD: https://discord.gg/QhhXXWq Ko-fi: ko-fi.com/munchkin_2 Instagram: auth_munchkin Linktree: https://linktr.ee/munchkin *Credit to the real owner of the novel cover photo.

To walk as an adventurer in Laeraor is to be held in the lowest regard possible, but Thor still walks this path and he is not alone. There are seven others. Each one of them was asked a question: why do you want to become an adventurer? a hero? "To save my son!" Valeif would answer "To get revenge against everyone that wronged my people!" Astrid would answer "To find true love!" Lilith would answer "To have the greatest adventure!" Freyja would answer "…" Hel would answer "To become the strongest!" Demi would answer "To live without regrets!" Xebec would answer

The world of Eden; watched over by the Estrucans of Etruria, goes into chaos upon her Majesty's death. Continent divided. Families lost. The great War of Eden took away things held dear. Etruria became a living Hel because of the Etruscans failure to heed their ancestors vows. The period for peace slowly sleeps away. Do the beings of Ixalt and Noxus have the might to end this great fight? Or will they too fall like the Etruscans. Two souls. Two paths.

The year is 2030, a new policy has flipped high-school on it's head. In a desperate attempt to lower crime rates the Graveyard act was instituted. This turned students into night-time civil servants, their duty? The execution of criminals. Follow 17-year old Helen Slater otherwise known as Hel in this vast world of social experiments and power crazed high schoolers.

well.... how to say it?.... my sister's are reincarnated person... yes its multiple person and also they are my sister so based on bloody plot this gonna b- what are you doing brother?. ah.. hel-

A single, bloody white rose. That is all that is left with the bodies. Illyeria, a 21-year-old woman, is no one special. Hel, she is just a human after all. But determined to live her life, free of the stereotypes subjected to her people, and the prejudices against her as a human, she wishes to study healing despite the low chances of succeeding in the world dominated by Arcane. But Illyeria hides a past that she hasn't told anyone about, not even her best friend, Tia, her sister in all but blood, and certainly not her mother. But after three years of hiding, everything is falling apart. And she may not be able to hide anymore. Plagued with dreams of murdered women, Illyeria might not be as ordinary as she would like to believe and when the White Rose Killer comes knocking at her door, Illyeria has to decide whether she will fight or let her past swallow her whole and her daemons take control. Will Illyeria survive, or will the Truth be her undoing? Will Love set her free, or be the thing that damns her?

A girl who name is Gia whom is so addicted to book and so cold to boy's cause she's not interested in relationships, can still fallin in love again? But who will she fall in love with?

"p-please stop!.... d-don't do this!". pagmamakaawa ko sa lalaking pilit na ibinabangon ang mga kasamahan kong bagsak na at duguan upang tiyaking hindi na ito humihinga *he's crazy!!* "oh look at you miyuki! hirap na hirap kana... nakakaawa ka naman...(pout)". nasisiraan na talaga sya ng bait nagagawa nyang pagpalit palitin yung emosyon nya sa isang saglit lang. "panoorin mo kung papaano kong torturin ang mga walang malay na katawan ng pinakamalalapit mong tauhan miyuki! panoorin mo!". bakas ang galit sa boses nyang turan habang paulit ulot na minumurder ang mga walang may na katawan ng kasamahan ko. pag ako nakatayo dito dimo na masisilayan ang araw piste ka!! "i-i said... stop!!". pilit kong ibinangon ang sarili ko upang pigilan sya ngunit sadyang nanghihina na ang mga tuhod ko. "relax miyuki susunod kana HAHAHAHA hayaan mo muna ako! sinisiguro ko lang na wala ng humihinga sa mga toh pagkatapos ay ikaw naman(smirk)".kinilabutan ako sa ginawa nyang pag ngisi nayon nakakatakot sya. "you... dumbass! just fuck'n stop or i'll kill you bitch".pilit pinapalakas ang loob na turan ko habang dinidiinan ang mga salitang binibitiwan. oho... god! please hel me! i don't wanna die here please! please help me! he's crazy. "oh i'm scared!! huhuhuhu..... psh HAHAHAHA sa tingin mo matatakot ako sayo? stupid! naaalala mo paba yung ginawa mo sa mga tauhan ko dati? ganitong ganito yon".humila sya sa isa sa mga kasamahan kong nakahandusay at akala mo action star na pinag susuntok, pinagsisipa at tinuhod tuhod yon. "sinabi ng itigil mo yan abnormal kang bwiset ka!!" "AHAHAHAHA miyuki naman galit na galit? tsss.... alama mo ba yung bakit nangyayare toh? kasi nga... mga tanga kayo" nag init ang ulo ko ng sabihin nya yung salitang *tanga* sa lahat ng ayaw ko ay yung sinasabihan ako ng tanga. "bobo ka ba? nangyare toh dahil mga bakla kayo! kalalaki nyong tao patalikot kayo tumira! hilig nyong kumilos patalikod! mga bakla! mga bading na kaputa putahan!!" agad na nagbago ang emosyon nyang kanina ay nakangisi na parang abnormal na demonyo ngayon ay seryoso na at nanlilisik ang mga matang nakatingin sa akin. laking gulat ko ng bigla syang lumapit sa akin at tsaka ako sinabunutan. "ano sabi mo?" "bakit ko uulitin? bingi ka ba?!". " mayabang kang talaga!" "a-aahhhhhh" daing ko matapos tumilapon at sampalin nya ako ng pagkakalakas at pabatong ibinagsak sa sahig. "sa nakikita ko ay hindi parin nauubos ang yabang mo kaya naman pahihirapan muna kita bago tapusin (smirk)" nagtayuan ang mga balahibo ko sa mga sinabi nya, natatakot ako.... nanginginig..... kinikilabutan at higit sa lahat ay kinakahan!! a-ayoko pang mamatay!! what am i gonna do?? what am i gonna do?? what am i gonna do??...... "nararamdaman mona ba si kamatayan miyuki? AHAHAHAHAHAHA wag kang mag alala sisiguraduhin kong lasug lasug ang katawan mo sa oras na matagpuan ng pulisya para naman makita ko kung papaanong maghinagpis sa galit ang pinakamamahal mong kuya na si EITHAN ang ang mag asawang AZUMI" luminga linga ako para humanap ng pwedeng ipanlaban sa kaniya at ang bait parin sa akin ng diyos dahil may baril sa gilid ko.. kaya agad akong gumapang palapit sa baril na nasa gilit ko at nanginginig ang mga kamay na ikinasa yon at itinutok sa kanya. "w-wag kang l-lapit ipuoutok ko toh!!". banta ko ngunit ang bahagyang panlalaki ng mata nya sa gulat kanina ay napalitan ng nakakaloko at nakakatakot na ngisi tsaka mas bumilis ang pag lapit sa akin kaya wala akong magawa kung hindi iputok iyon sa ulo nya..... sa mismong ulo nya. kitang kita ko ang pagbagsak ng katawan nya sa harapan ko kaya nakahinga ako ng maluwag tsaka pilit na ikinilos ang katawan papunta sa kitse ko dahil ano mang oras ay darating ang mga pulis. pagkarating ko sa mansiyon ay agad akong sinalubong ng mga katulong at inalalayang makaupo sa sofa. "what the.... y-young l-lady!! young lady wake up". battler "call the ambulance now!".battler yun nalang ang huli kong narinig and everything went black.

Getting a chance at redemption after facing defeat from the Promidial Demon King Diablo, a strange glowing screen took him by shock. [Ding!] [System detects something...Chance at mischief detected.] [You triggered the Heretic system, please make a decision:] [Option one: Interact with the portal in front of you; Choose the Heretic Title] [Reward: *Mythic Title: The Heretic (-90 favourability; 60% stat reduction in the beginning; All negative statuses set on user last till the end of nihility; Unable to wield items; Item proficiency is unavailable; 90% reduction in mana cost; Cursed with the blessings of the death goddess Hel. Total stats reduction.+0.1% stat growth with each heinous act committed.] [Option two: Interact with the portal in front of you; Choose the Outworlder Brave Title] [Reward: *Mythic Title: The Outworlder Brave(+30 favourability with all the believers of Exodus, god of Divinity, family, and fate; 50% increase in all stat growth; All negative statuses have a weaker impact on user till the end of nihility; 75% increase in the effectiveness of items; 50% reduction in mana cost); +0.1% stat growth with each heroic act committed.] "What in the actual Fuc... Never mind, Let's choose option one this time, shall we?" *I don't own the cover picture, all credits go to its owner/creator.

An alien parasite becomes not just the key to the demon mech, Hel Knight, but also the key for Samson to live a new life. A life of chaos, pain, and revenge as he seeks to obliterate the mysterious alien horde that bombed his world and took his son away. Now, he fights with the August Federation and wreaks havoc across the invading alien fleets. And as the heroes die, the demons rise. So, let's go! Hel Knight!

The heartthrob of every woman, Raul D'Ambrosio. Handsome, aloof, and former actor. Now, the ruthless CEO of D & A Enterprises. He played with life and people until he met his rival. Eleonora. Eleonora Von Berg, the pampered heir to Von Berg Winery. The chic, beautiful, and talented architect. She challenged her life as much as she could, only for the thrill of it. Until she met her opponent, Raul. "Don't you have an ounce of brain?" He growled as he trapped her between the wall and his body. "Raul, please...", her eyes brimming with tears, she manages to choke out. "You're hurting me..." But he wouldn't listen. He cupped her cheek roughly tilting her head to look at him. "All of it... All of it has no fucking meaning if I lost you." His eyes were wild and bloodshot. But he wasn't easing his grip on her waist. Eleonora stared back at his pleading eyes. As he wiped her tears, she cupped his face, connecting their foreheads. "No Raul, I need you. The baby needs you. I can't lose you..." Shock colored his face for a moment before he met her lips with his in a passionate kiss. They liked the other, on the surface. But when their passion for ambition, family, and the skeletons that come to light threatens to consume them, will they join forces? Will the unknown tear them apart?

[Mature Content] ||| This is a fantasy soulmates romance set in an Urban setting with lots of deeply traumatic backstories and many deaths on the way, in a magical ancient academy, and with one of the main plots being revenge. There are countless types of mythical creatures and all coexisting in our very world. ||| Torture is all I’ve known for two thousand years. Not because I’m the one causing it, which ain’t the case, but because since the old reptile, Dragon Queen Meredith Bloom and her daughter in law, Crowned Princess Philippa Bloom kidnapped me from my mother when I was 7 years old, and killed her in front of me, I’ve been treated like a material she absolutely despised but wanted to make a weapon with. All because I’m the bastard daughter of the Crowned Prince Russell Frederick Bloom, the “holy-golden-dragon” with my mom, a black dragon extremely powerful who worked directly with the Dragon Queen and King as the Royal blacksmith and stylist. Which baffles me even more is that mother and Russell were mates, but as dear grandma there didn’t want a black dragon to mate with her precious golden son, she terrorized my mom when she learned of their affair and made sure her son married a female golden dragon of high birth right away. That’s where Philippa Pepper Wreathers-Bloom comes into the picture. She got engaged to my birth father before mother could even have me, and as soon as she had me on the territory now known as New Zealand, she ran away to her family’s original territory on the Himalaya Mountain Range. Which is where she made her lair and raised me for 7 years, in physical age. That is, until dear grandma came and ended our short-lived happiness. Aye, key detail. Mom and dad were both dragons, of different founding clans but both dragons, nevertheless, I came out weird and I’m not a dragon at all, I’m something else entirely, though still in the reptile family. Which is another reason why Meredith tortured the shite out of me. If there was something she despises more than having a bastard in her perfect Royal bloodline, is having a bastard who’s an error in the system (not my choice of words, hers), something that’s only been heard in legends of the long gone old world. What are you then, Hel? I’m a serpent. But not just a serpent, I’m a gigantic black serpent with emerald scales here and there (which Meredith is to blame for), long and wide bat-like wings, with sapphire eyes, and silver sharp fangs full of a very lethal poison. ||| English is not my first language.

``` Salvar a un Fae herido en el bosque no había sido el plan de Islinda y, peor aún, resulta ser de la realeza, el Príncipe Valerie de la corte de verano, heredero y príncipe heredero al trono de Astaria. Pero entonces, los humanos desconfiaban de esas criaturas de otro mundo mientras que los Fae miraban a los humanos con desprecio, pensando en ellos como seres inferiores. Islinda y el príncipe eran mundos aparte pero eso no les impidió enamorarse. Lamentablemente, el Príncipe Valerie no podía quedarse en el reino humano para siempre y tuvo que regresar a su reino con la promesa de volver por ella. Y ella le creyó. Pero entonces, viene el otro en su lugar. Oscuro, taciturno, despiadado pero peligrosamente apuesto, todos temían al Príncipe Aldric. Aunque como un feroz guerrero e hijo del rey de Astaria, a Aldric se le niega su derecho al trono y está maldito a no tomar su lugar debido a su oscuro linaje. Retorcido desde adentro y hambriento de afecto, el Príncipe Aldric hace lo que mejor sabe hacer, causar miseria. Capturó a Islinda, la mujer que ha captado la atención de su hermano. La robó de su hogar para sus crueles propósitos. Si no podía tener el trono, al menos podría jugar con el interés amoroso de su hermano. Su nuevo premio. Islinda lo odiaba. Lo despreciaba por quitarle todo lo que podría haber tenido con el príncipe de verano. Él es el villano. Ahora ha sido arrastrada al medio de la sucia política que se juega en las cortes de Astaria, sin mencionar sobrevivir a los fríos juegos que juega el príncipe. Pero toda esperanza no se había perdido porque el príncipe cruel podía tentarla todo lo que quisiera, pero jamás iba a obtener lo que más desea. Ser amado. ¡Él nunca tendría su corazón! ¿O sí? ________ —¿Qué puedes ofrecerme, pequeño humano? —él sonrió, lento y cruel. Ella sería un juguete tan maravilloso. —Por favor —ella le rogó, las lágrimas ahora acumulándose en sus ojos—. Solo déjame ir. —Está bien —él se encogió de hombros como si fuera una solicitud fácil—. Puedes irte. —¿Q-qué? —ella musitó, le resultaba difícil creerlo. —Pequeño humano, descubrirás que mi mente cambia muy fácilmente —esas palabras sonaron misericordiosas, pero ella podía sentir la amenaza debajo. ¿Pero realmente lo decía en serio? Islinda no se quedó para averiguarlo ya que empezó a correr a toda velocidad. Si había la más mínima posibilidad de que él cambiara de opinión, entonces lo aprovecharía. Todavía no perdería la esperanza. Ella no sabía por qué, pero Islinda echó una mirada por encima de su hombro después de un rato y la sangre se le heló en el rostro al ver lo que se acercaba. Oh no, acababa de cometer un terrible error. Esto nunca fue libertad. Era una cacería. Y ella acababa de convertirse en la presa. _________ Nota: Este es un libro de fantasía oscura y el protagonista masculino es un villano, así que no esperes un romance meloso. ¿Qué esperar? Muerte, sangre, intensa tensión sexual y escenas explícitas. Además, no es harem inverso. ¡Castillo mágico como regalo = 5 capítulos de bonificación! ¡Ven, tengamos una cacería salvaje! ```