Obey

. Alpha Lucian always believed in loyalty- to his pack, to tradition, and to the sacred mate bond gifted by the Moon Goddess. But when he finds his fated mate is not the man he has loved for years, his world begins to crumble. Aiden has been his everything- his heart, his strength, the one person who sees him beyond the title of Alpha. Yet the bond demands he claim another, a woman he barely knows but cannot reject without devastating consequences. If Lucian refuses to complete the mate bond, he risks the wrath of the Moon Goddess herself- a punishment that will not only destroy him but drag his entire pack into ruin. But staying means betraying the only person who has ever truly owned his heart. Aiden refuses to be a shadow in Lucian’s life, a secret buried beneath duty and obligation. How much longer can he endure loving a man who is bound to another? As the mating ceremony looms and fate tightens its grip, Lucian is faced with the ultimate choice-- obey destiny or defy the mate bond and risk everything. But the Moon Goddess sees all, and defying her comes with a price no one is ready to pay… Will love be strong enough to shatter fate? Or will duty and destiny tear them apart forever?

In a world where talent is everything—what happens when someone dares to cheat the heavens? Xuan Wu awakened in the brutal Fire Haven World where the strong eat the weak, where practitioners cultivate techniques to live longer and grow stronger. But just as despair crept in... [Ding! Awakened the Supreme Cheat System] [Anything you desire, reality will obey...] Cultivation? Piece of cake. Upper worlds? He can ascend and descend with a thought. Enemies? A single word is all that is needed for obliteration. As Xuan Wu overlooks the world in his grasp, he asks himself—should he dominate, conquer worlds, create planets? Or should he play along just like an ordinary disciple?

Ezra sold his soul to the Storyteller for a chance to live in a world of magic. And Oberyn? He didn’t ask to fall from the moon - he was cast away, shackled by a destiny he refuses to obey. A surge of magic is tearing their fantasy world apart - an unstoppable force neither of them can control. But if Ezra and Oberyn want to survive, they’ll have to surrender to something even more dangerous: each other. First as reluctant allies, then as friends... then as something more. Ezra is plucky, loving, and full of heart, Oberyn is proud and aloof, single-mindedly pursuing his goals. They couldn’t be more different - until they discover their shared love of fantasy novels. Fate may have brought them both to a new world, but Control is something neither of them can surrender. Ezra and Oberon must navigate the line between dominance and devotion - because in a world where magic bends to will, control is the only thing keeping them from losing everything. The only question - who will give in first? Genres: Transmigration, System, Magic, Intense Romance, (R-18), Action boyxboy (bxb) and gay pairings (MCxML as well as side characters) Updated Daily. Please support this story so that these boys can have their happy ending! --Excerpt-- "It's a beautiful sky," Ezra remarked, brushing against Oberyn as they stood side by side, staring upward. "Looking up, I could almost forget I’m in a new world. The sky is just the same as the one on my Earth." Oberyn didn’t step away. He let himself enjoy the moment. "I think I’d like to hear about your world, sometime." Ezra smirked. "Only if you tell me about your moon." Oberyn’s heart skipped. He’d nearly forgotten telling Ezra that he was from the moon. He was surprised the human even remembered. Their hands were close enough to touch - to lock fingers if they wanted. Oberyn curled his hand, thinking about the sensation, indulging himself for the shortest of moments before he broke away. “We’d better get going."

The devil has three rules. The first—never defy his orders. The second—never seek his face. The third—never try to leave. Elias learned these rules the moment he was sold. Born an Omega to a disgraced noble house, his future had never been his own. When his parents’ debts grew too steep, they handed him over as payment to the most feared Alpha in the kingdom—the Lord of Ravenspire. No one who enters Ravenspire ever leaves. No one has ever seen its master’s face and lived to tell the tale. Wrapped in shadows and whispers, he is known only as The Devil—a warlord, a monster, a man whose very name makes kings tremble. For years, Elias survived by keeping his head down, obeying the rules, and enduring the cold isolation of the keep. But when The Devil appoints him as his personal scribe, his world shifts. The unseen master who once seemed like a ghost begins to feel unnervingly real. A hand brushing too close. A voice low enough to send shivers down his spine. A presence that lingers even when unseen. And then there is the door at the end of the hall—the one no servant dares approach, the one locked tight as if guarding a terrible secret. Elias knows he should follow the rules. He knows he should never look. But curiosity is a dangerous thing. Because the moment he breaks the second rule… The Devil starts watching him back. Updates: Paused: Will resume on the 25/2/25: Due to exams.

"Blue Star 4.0 will begin its maintenance-free update at 12:00 AM on April 1st. The main content and adjustments of this update are as follows." "New monthly rule 'Active Talent' added: All players must converse with others for a total of 1000 sentences every day..." When an abrupt notification sound echoed in the ears of all humans on Blue Star. The world faced its cleansing. In every monthly version update, a new rule would descend, which all players had to obey. ... Chen Yi, who had found a massive loophole before the third version update, looked at the six-figure Points Balance in his account and broke into a grin. "Tuberculosis Rabbit, this time we might just rise to the top."

Lucian Vale wasn’t meant to be important. He wasn’t meant to be anything. A walking corpse in a dying world, too bitter to live but too stubborn to die. His plan was simple—wander until fate finally put him out of his misery. Then the universe, in its endless spite, threw him into a collapsing Dimensional Portal. Now, trapped in the space between worlds, Lucian wakes up with an ability he never asked for—Dimensional Summoner. A power that doesn’t summon creatures to obey him, but opens the door for eldritch horrors to cross over at their own discretion. Beasts with too many eyes, voices that scratch at the inside of his skull, and entities that recognize him before he even speaks. Dragged into a war-torn world where evolved humans fight off interdimensional invaders, Lucian is a walking disaster waiting to happen. Everyone either wants to use him, kill him, or worship the monsters that seem oddly fond of him. Lucian doesn’t want power. He doesn’t want responsibility. He just wants a quick and efficient death. But with things lurking in the dark whispering his name, death might no longer be an option.

David was once a man of wealth and prestige, living a seemingly perfect life. But beneath the surface of success, betrayal festered like a wound waiting to be torn open. The wife he adored, the brother he trusted, and the family he sacrificed for all turned against him. Their treachery destroyed not only his spirit but his body—leaving him crippled, abandoned, and with nothing left to live for. In his final act of defiance, David orchestrated their deaths, yet vengeance did little to heal the wounds carved deep into his soul. With nothing left, he welcomed the abyss, ending his own existence… only to awaken anew. Reborn in a realm beyond mortality, David found himself in a divine world ruled by celestial beings—the very gods who had watched him suffer without mercy. But he was no longer the broken man they had ignored. He was something else. Something darker. Something far more powerful. With his memories intact and new abilities awakening, David vowed to shatter the hierarchy of the divine. He would bring the gods to their knees, enslaving them, bending them to his will, and exacting the ultimate retribution upon those who had forsaken him. He would turn the divine realm into his personal dominion of vengeance, where once-mighty deities would serve, obey, and kneel before their new master. But in his quest for ultimate power, will he remain a man seeking justice, or will he become a monster greater than the gods themselves? Author’s Thought: Inspired by Reverse Insanity, I aim to craft scenarios far darker and more twisted than even Gu Yue Fang Yuan, the Great Love Immortal Venerable, has ever devised. I will depict the truest nature of humanity—its rawest instincts, its deepest desires, and the relentless pursuit of power. Through this story, I shall showcase the essence of a truly living being—one unshackled by morality, untouched by mercy, and driven solely by the will to survive and dominate.

(my fuel is readers support, please support me in this journey for wsa 2025) Silas knew that being born as an omega meant his life wouldn't have many choices—unless you came from a privileged family, where your trait didn't matter and you could live comfortably. When a baron adopted him, Silas saw a glimmer of hope and vowed to repay the man he called father. However, though it was better than life in the orphanage, Silas knew he would never truly belong to the family. He was groomed to obey, and his adoptive father planned to use him to expand connections with noble families. As he grew older, his father repeatedly offered him in marriage to the son of a grand duke, an alpha, only to be rejected every single time. Eventually, just before the grand duke's son left for military service, his father received an answer: the grand duke's son agreed to the connection—but only on the condition that Silas would be a consort. It wasn't uncommon for alphas to have multiple consorts, though it wasn't what Silas desired. Still, as an omega, this was the only way he could repay the baron's kindness. * Silas remembered what Alric was like back when they were at the academy. Cold, quiet, and someone who despised omegas. He knew what kind of fate awaited him and gave up on the kind of love he often read about in books. After all, real life wasn't the same as the fantasies penned by writers. Instead, Silas decided to prepare himself for decorating the "cage" he would live in—a life filled with the constant refrain of "at least, at least, at least." He would get used to it. He had to. But something felt different. Why was Alric treating him so differently now compared to the way he had back in school? Alric's eyes were filled with a tenderness and sorrow that Silas couldn't understand. It was the kind of look that made Silas want to hold him close. — (Read the info for more additions)

[Trigger Warning: Mature Content] They say the Silvermoonlight Masquerade changes fates. It did for Lydia Ashford too, but she lost more than she gained. In a world where strength defines worth, she was wolfless, but she refused to be weak. With beauty that shimmered like stardust in the midnight sky and a mind as sharp as a dagger, Lydia was a name spoken with both awe and envy. But admiration was never enough. She forged her own path, honing her combat skills, proving her intelligence, and standing beside Theodore Sinclair, the Alpha’s son, through every challenge. If she could not shift, she would rise in every other way. The Masquerade should have been another step toward securing her future. Yet fate had other plans. One sip of wine. One moment of weakness. One stranger’s touch. And everything she built turned to ash. The man she trusted turned his back on her. The pack that once praised her cast her aside. And the child growing inside her became her only reason to survive. Banished. Forgotten. A name only whispered in shame. Yet, Lydia did not break, she endured. Five years later, she returns—not as the girl they discarded, but as a woman ready to reclaim her life. But fate is not done with her. Because the man who marked her as his? The one who unknowingly fathered her child? He’s standing right in front of her. And this time, he’s not letting her go. ...... The glass hovered near her lips.  "Drink," Nickolas commanded, his voice rough with hunger.  Lydia obeyed, parting her lips as the rich, red liquid flowed onto her tongue. But before she could swallow, his mouth was on hers—hot, demanding, merciless.  The wine spilled between them, sliding over her lips, down her chin. But he didn’t stop. He deepened the kiss, his tongue sweeping inside, stealing the taste straight from her mouth, devouring every shaky breath she tried to take.  By the time he pulled away, she was trembling.  His fingers tilted the glass. A slow trickle of wine spilled onto her collarbone, rolling between her breasts, gliding down her stomach.  The moment the first drop touched her skin, his mouth followed.  His lips grazed the delicate curve of her neck before he dragged his tongue along the slick trail of wine, chasing every drop as it slipped between her breasts. His teeth scraped her skin, and before she could react, he latched onto her, sucking deep, his tongue flicking and teasing before his mouth sealed around her hardened peak.  Lydia arched beneath him, her hands fisting into the sheets as heat coiled low in her stomach.  "Nickolas," she gasped, her voice breathless, desperate.  He groaned against her skin, his grip tightening on her waist as he sucked harder, the wet heat of his mouth sending pleasure pulsing through her veins. He alternated between sharp, aching nips and long, slow strokes of his tongue, drawing soft moans from her lips. "Messy," he murmured, his voice thick with satisfaction as he pulled back just enough to watch her squirm beneath him. His fingers traced the path the wine had taken, slow, possessive.  Then his lips brushed lower, over her navel, his breath a sinful caress against her heated skin.  He smirked against her. "I thought your laughter was the most beautiful sound to my ears…" His fingers slid between her thighs, teasing, coaxing, pushing her to the edge without giving her what she needed.  Then, with a slow, deliberate bite against her inner thigh, he whispered, "Until I heard your moans."  A sharp gasp escaped her lips as he kissed her again, his hands gripping her hips, holding her right where he wanted.  "Nickolas," she whimpered.  He chuckled darkly, his lips trailing back up her body, lingering at her throat before he spoke against her ear. "I could get drunk off you."  Lydia swallowed, her body burning, her thoughts unraveling.  But deep down, she already knew—she was the one drowning. 

A young adult dies from a fever and is reincarnated in the World of Genesis, a world of swords and magic dominated by a strange and mysterious Game-like System as the weakest being, a Caterpillar! Gaining abilities from the monsters that she devours, Kireina uses her sharp adaptability and wits to overcome the odds against her in a world where everyone wants to eat her alive! As Kireina evolves and gathers a group of followers and subordinates, discover how our protagonist builds a monster Kingdom from zero, in a world dominated by Humans, terrifying Monsters, and arrogant Gods who only wish her death! In front of her enemies, there will be only two options! Will you obey me or will you be eaten? Over 350000+ Words available for FREE! You can check the Illustrations of the Novel's characters in the first Auxiliary Chapter!

—WSA 2025 ENTRY— The weakest loser they mocked for years wasn’t at all weak—he was a god in disguise, with the power to bring the world to its knees. “I want you to teach him humanity, so he who feels NOTHING but rage can at least learn morality” “And you trust a Demon to do that?” Seiya dreamed of becoming a hero, one of those legendary warriors everyone worships. But his Awakening failed, leaving him powerless and humiliated—a target for cruelty. Locked away and tormented by those he trusted, his suffering revealed the truth of his origin: he wasn’t just human. Unleashing powers that defy the laws of the world, such as his All-Seeing eyes—capable of negating time, absorbing skills used against him and granting him 360° vision. Seiya rises from the shadows, no longer a punching bag but a force that terrifies demons, monsters, and humans alike. Hero or villain? It doesn’t matter. He’s done obeying, done breaking for anyone. Now, they beg for mercy from the god they tried to crush. Seiya’s only question: should he grant it? Brace yourself for a journey of chaos, revenge, and the rise of an unstoppable power. ———————————————————— Yes! He does turn into a cold villain and loses all emotion except rage, but the process leading there might drag a little__stick around longer and you won’t regret it. Read the prologue next after this so you understand the world settings.

Harley What started as a mindless, blurted confession has turned into a mess I never saw coming—an endless spiral of emotions, tangled with Clad Storm, the bad boy of the season and my ex-crush. The one who’s made it clear he’s here for revenge, yet every time he looks at me with those damn chocolate-brown eyes, I fall deeper. The worst part? I know exactly why he’s here. To make me pay. To make me feel the sting of what happened years ago when I rejected him. But somehow, I can’t walk away. And then there’s the kicker—he made a proposal to my younger sister. But for some reason, he won’t let me go. Now, here I am, stuck between a rock and a hard place, caught in the web of New York’s most notorious biking genius and CEO. I should walk away. I should be the smart one. I should obey my parents’ wishes and do what’s expected of me. But every time he smiles, every time he touches me, I forget what I’m supposed to be doing—resisting him.

[MATURE CONTENT WARNING: READ AT YOUR OWN RISK] Jo has spent her life surviving on the streets, invisible among the hungry and desperate. She is a shadow in the city, quick fingers and quicker feet keeping her alive in a world that does not care whether she lives or dies. But one mistake—one stolen purse, one misplaced step—changes everything. Dragged before the Emperor’s mother, Jo expects punishment, perhaps even execution. Instead, she is taken to the Red Keep, not as a prisoner in chains, but as something far more valuable. The empire is built on fire and blood, and the Mother has plans for Jo—plans that involve silken chambers instead of cells, gowns instead of rags, and a fate far worse than death. Because in the empire, power is passed through bloodlines, and an heir born with the right lineage is worth more than gold. Now, Jo must navigate a court where she is both pawn and prisoner, where her body is no longer her own, and where love is just another tool of control. With enemies at every turn and a future she never chose looming ahead, Jo must decide—will she submit to the cage built around her, or will she become something more dangerous than they ever imagined? Because even birds in golden cages can learn how to bite.

What if you could hack the strongest heroes and turn them into your devoted companions? Once feared as the Heavenly Demon, Zain stood above all—unstoppable, unrivaled, unchallenged. But his reign came to an end when so-called righteous cultivators banded together to eliminate him, believing they had purged the world of its greatest evil. Yet death was not the end. Reborn in a world dominated by heroes and champions of justice, Zain awakens a mysterious Hero Hack System—a power that doesn’t just defeat heroes but rewrites them. With a single command, he can shatter their convictions, twist their destinies, and rebuild them into something new. A ruthless warrior queen? Now a loyal blade at his side. An untouchable holy maiden? Now eager to obey. The strongest hero who once stood against him? Now kneeling before him, waiting for his command. With every hero he hacks, his harem of once-unshakable warriors grows. But as he reshapes this world to his will, one question remains—who gave him this system, and what price will he have to pay? They ended his reign once. This time, he’ll reign over them all.

❗[Current Writing Contest-WebNovel Spirity Awards 2025 Fantas]❗ Flain grew up in a futuristic world. When he was born his parents didn't want him because he didn't live up to their expectations and so he ended up very badly. Flain was employed as a slave. He was forced to mine radioactive iron deep in the mines. It was drilled into his head that he existed only to obey orders. Young Flain was obedient. He doubted some of it but knew nothing else. For years, he never saw a single ray of light; light was only spoken of among the others as a legend. The routine was the same: in the morning, he would take a nutrient tablet and water. Then he would mine all day, sleep eight hours, and repeat. Flain worked like this from childhood until he was ten years old. He even found a friend, but that friend died of radiation poisoning right in front of Flain. Flain couldn't stop mining. He kept mining with tears streaming down his face. Before bed, Flain cried. "I will become the strongest. I will kill you all, and you will become my slaves." Flain stopped crying, stared blankly at the rocky ceiling, then looked ahead. A manic grin appeared on his face, one that would often adorn it from that moment on. At the age of ten, Flain was assigned to a military camp due to his endurance in the mines and his survival against radiation. In the camp, Flain was trained. The regime was much looser; he even had an hour of free time each day. However, Flain didn't make any more friends. Even during his free time, he trained with a smile. He would achieve his goal at any cost, even if it meant training himself to death. Experiments were conducted on Flain. He lost his hair, two long gray arms grew on his back, and a third red eye appeared. Flain became a mutant. Flain was then sent to war. He fought with sharp katabas. He performed quite well in the war, earning himself command of ten soldiers and becoming a small commander. But one day, everything changed. Flain then dies, is swallowed by darkness, and Flain refuses to die, thus appearing as a skeleton in a fantasy world.

There's nothing more important than love, Mila always told herself. Even when her boyfriend cheated on her and accused her of stealing, leading to her being fired, Mila still held onto her belief. For a 24-year-old young woman to survive in a big city where she knew nobody but her cheating boyfriend, Mila had to look for work elsewhere not just anywhere, but The Montclair Club. For one night, she served as a salesperson for the launch of a new wine. As the saying goes, (In vino veritas) Truth in wine. Mila's truth was letting her hair down and having fun just for one night. The innocent woman had her own taste of a 'one wild night.' The result? A positive pregnancy test. Mila became pregnant by the hot-tempered, international playboy and heir of the Montclair Conglomerate, from a family of old money. Zyran Ciro Montclair is known to have a special hatred for the words family and poor. He only believes that the poor are leeches and liars. At the moment, the luxury of pride wasn't something Mila could afford. Jobless, pregnant, and left alone in the big city, Mila decided to go after her baby's daddy. Even if he might reject her, she had to try. And somehow, in her pursuit, she ended up on the early morning news: 'Noblesse Oblige: Montclair Heir to Marry an Unknown Poor Country Girl. It's giving Rich Prince and The Pauper. A 21st-century Fairytale.' What could possibly go wrong? you may ask. Stepping into the rarefied and unhinged world of the Montclairs, Mila realized that their realm wasn't the same as her world of black and white. Her perception of life was turned upside down, and she couldn't help but wonder. What could be so poisonous yet so good as power and money? Will Mila's love endure when faced with Zyran's 12 rules for their marriage, including the humiliating demand of: Rule No 6: “Submission is key: When I say kneel, you'll drop to all fours. Don't question it, just obey.” Will she allow herself to be consumed by the corruption that comes with wealth, or will she spread her innocence and show Zyran a world where people don't have to be used? Can their love survive the poisonous influences of power and money? . . . . . . Instagram account: Pluma_W143 Facebook page: Plumadidi Tiktok: @Plumadidi Cover belongs to me. Art by Kelveendraws

Ethan Blackwood wasn’t used to being defied. As the CEO of a global empire, he crushed obstacles with a single glance. But when Lily Anderson stood before him, her chin lifted in quiet defiance, and something in him snapped. "Sign the contract," he said, his voice like ice. "30 days. You’ll obey every command. After that, you’re free." She hesitated, her fingers trembling as she gripped the pen. "And if I refuse?" His smirk was cold, but his eyes burned. "Then you’ll spend the rest of your life paying off your father’s debts. Your choice." Trapped, Lily signed. But she vowed one thing: she wouldn’t let him break her. From the first day, their clash was electric. He demanded perfection; she gave him rebellion. "You think you can control me?" she spat, after he criticized her for being late. Ethan stepped closer, his presence overwhelming. "I don’t just control you. Lily, I own you." But as the days passed, the lines between them blurred. Late nights in his penthouse turned into whispered conversations. His cold demeanor cracked, revealing glimpses of a man haunted by his past. One night, after a heated argument, he pinned her against the wall, his breath hot against her ear. "Why do you fight me so much?" Her voice trembled. "Because I’m afraid if I stop, I’ll lose myself to you." Their connection deepened, but danger loomed. Secrets from Ethan’s past resurfaced, threatening to destroy everything. When Lily discovered the truth behind his obsession with her, she confronted him. "Was I just a pawn in your game? A way to settle an old score?" His eyes darkened with pain. "You were never just a game, Lily. You’re the only thing that’s ever felt real." As the final days of their contract approached, their bond was tested like never before. Enemies closed in, and trust hung by a thread. Could they overcome the shadows of their pasts, or would their love crumble under the weight of secrets and pride?

Shanane, a radiant 23-year-old woman, was born in the village of Kubeyra. After the death of her mother, she was raised by her loving grandmother, who, upon Shanane turning 18, sent her away to another state with strict instructions never to return. Obeying her grandmother's wishes, Shanane stayed away, leaving behind her roots and the mysteries of her birthplace. However, a tragic turn of events forces her to return to her homeland of Britt. There, she unearths secrets buried deep in the shadow, truths she wishes she had never uncovered. Amidst her journey, she encounters a powerful and feared demon, a creature intent on bending her to its will. As she struggles against its dark influence, Shanane must find the strength to face her destiny and protect her soul from the forces threatening to consume it. Otherwise she will be lost in darkness forever.

The Duskthrone Legacy "There are names that should never be spoken... and one who could name what even gods fear." The Duskthrone Dukedom—a name draped in shadows and sealed behind centuries of silence—stands as a throne untouched by time. The Duskthrone family, bound by a lineage older than kingdoms, carries powers whispered to be the remnants of something lost to the gods themselves. They are the Keepers of the Nameless Truths, those who defy the laws of existence with powers capable of rewriting reality itself. Few dare to question the Duskthrone bloodline, for those who do often find their very names erased from memory. Its heir, Asher Duskthrone, emerges from the depths of isolation, his existence a whispered legend among nobles, a secret buried beneath fear and reverence. Few have seen him. Fewer still dare to speak his name. Behind his cold, unreadable gaze lies something the world cannot fathom—a power neither wholly mortal nor bound by divine law. The Eidolon Pantheon, those who carved existence from the void, turn their eyes toward him from behind veils of eternity. There are laws even gods must obey... but there are older truths—nameless, formless—that stir beneath the surface of reality. Whispers speak of Genesis bound to Origin—a power both before creation and beyond it—buried within Asher's very soul. The blood of Duskthrone carries the weight of unwritten names, a force that could name what even gods fear... or erase what was never meant to exist. Yet even Asher himself is blind to what lies dormant within him—his power waiting, watching, bound by chains unseen until the moment the world forces him to awaken. There are ancient prophecies scattered across forgotten texts—verses forbidden by divine decree—hinting at a voice that will rise from mortal flesh. A voice that speaks not of what is, but of what could have been... and what should never be. Those who stand too close to him feel the pull of something they cannot name—an absence where existence frays at the edges. The gods watch in silence, bound by their own fear. What will happen when that voice begins to stir? When Asher Duskthrone speaks— The world will listen... and the gods will tremble. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

In the shattered reflection of AuE—Imbragea—truth is spoken in errors, and answers whisper through paradoxes. When Y’z Yaggdrasil, the cosmic lattice binding existence, is severed, reality fractures into a labyrinth of shifting perceptions. Time loops unpredictably, memories rewrite themselves, and the laws of nature obey contradictions rather than constants. A scholar cursed with paradox sight, sees the world both as it was and as it never could be. Drawn into Imbragea’s chaotic depths, he searches for the remnants of Y’z Yaggdrasil, hoping to undo the severance. But the deeper he ventures, the more he questions if unity was ever the natural state of existence—or if fragmentation was the inevitable truth all along. Guided by a sentient echo of himself, pursued by beings who exist only in forgotten futures, a world where logic and contradiction coexist, the only way forward is to embrace the impossible. But as the boundaries between self and shadow blur, one question remains: If Imbragea is only a reflection, what was it meant to reflect?

In a world where power dynamics between Alphas, Betas, and Omegas dictate status and relationships, Rion an orphaned Omega, is desperate to save his younger brother Leon, who lies in a coma. Struggling to gather the funds for Leon's life-saving surgery, Rion strikes a deal with Jeakyung, a cold and dominant Alpha from an influential family. The deal comes with three unbreakable conditions: Rion belongs to Jeakyung, he must obey his every command, and-above all-he is forbidden from falling in love. Jeakyung harbors a deep disdain for Omegas for some reason. However, as their physical encounters intensify, so do the unspoken emotions between them. Despite the boundaries that were set, both Rion and Jeakyung find themselves drawn to one another in ways neither expected. Rion struggles with his growing feelings, hoping that Jeakyung might one day see him as someone beyond their deal . Meanwhile, Jeakyung is confronted by his own fears and past traumas that have shaped his view of love and trust. As tensions rise, secrets unravel, and outside threats loom, Rion and Jeakyung must navigate a complex web of power, desire, and forbidden emotion. Can love bloom in a world that has conditioned them to believe it doesn't exist? Or will the rules they created become the very thing that tears them apart? There also many other characters in this story who navigate their own journey. This is a story of vulnerability, crime, resilience, and the undeniable pull of the heart-no matter how broken or guarded it may be.

In his past life, Lucian Graves built an empire—only to watch it crumble beneath the weight of betrayal. The taste of ruin, the scent of treachery—he remembers them well. But fate is not so kind as to let him rest. Reborn as Leon von Edevane, heir to a fading aristocratic dynasty, he awakens in a world where power is not shouted but whispered, where battles are fought behind gilded masks, and where the right scent can captivate a heart, shatter a mind, or bend a will. With memories of a past life’s downfall and a talent for perfumery beyond human comprehension, he steps into an industry that is far more than luxury—it is influence, seduction, and control woven into fragrance. The world believes in power carved from steel and gold, but Lucian knows the truth: Power is invisible. Power lingers in the air, wrapping around those who breathe it in, making them dream, desire… obey. As he plays the high-stakes game of aristocracy and business, outmaneuvering rivals who underestimate him, an obsession begins to take root. Somewhere in this world lies the perfect scent—a fragrance that can rewrite fate itself. But the deeper he delves, the more he begins to wonder—is he the master of this power, or merely its vessel? In a world where the air is thick with ambition and every inhale could be a trap, Leon von Edevane walks a fine line between a perfumer, a kingmaker, and something far more dangerous. When the scent of destiny calls, will he be the one who wears it—or the one consumed by it? _________________________________________________________________________________________________ A tale of intrigue, obsession, and the intoxicating pursuit of absolute control.

WSA ENTERY~~ Humanity lives under an unseen rule—the Ascension Cycle. A hidden system selects individuals at random, forcing them to complete tasks and gain different abilities as a reward. Anyone who fails a mission assigned by the system will instantly die on the spot. Ronan Vale wasn’t chosen at random. Killed on a mission gone wrong, he wakes up with a system unlike any other: [Evolution Path: Kill to Survive] [Failure to Execute: Life Force Erosion Begins] Ronan has only one way to stay alive—which is to obey every mission assigned to him by the system. Unlike others, Ronan evolves after every task, each kill makes him stronger, sharper....but less human. As he fights to survive, he realizes his system is different. It evolves with him. It whispers to him. And it may not be just a tool—but a living thing. As war brews between Harbingers—those who embrace the system—and Eradicators, who seek to destroy it, Ronan is caught in the middle. But he has no time for their games. Because the real question isn’t how to survive. But what he’ll become in the process. A heartless monster bred only for destruction? he was about to find out. A:N; will there be romance? umm...NO! Harem? Never Killing? YES! dark triller? YES! overpowered mc? hundred percent YES!

(Warning 18+) Zuri is forced to obey the wishes of her father, who wants her to marry Liam Hayes, a wealthy man she has never met. Rumor has it that Liam is an ugly, scarred old man who abuses the women around him. After breaking up with her boyfriend, Zuri had a drunken accident. When she woke up, she could suddenly hear other people's thoughts! She could hear what the nurses caring for her were thinking, even if they didn't say it. This strange incident added to Zuri's burden. Despite the accident, her father's decision has not changed. Zuri must still marry Liam, an old and fat man she has never met. What will happen to Zuri? Will she find happiness in this forced marriage? Or will she be trapped in a never-ending nightmare?

Rowan sees beauty in death. The Order he has sworn to obey only sees defilement. As the reviled Caretaker of the Order, Rowan has accepted his role as a dutiful outcast because he believes it is the only way to prove his worth to the man who holds his sisters’ souls as collateral. With his magic and his voice, Rowan can absorb death and transform it, but only in ways the Order deems acceptable to maintain the stability of the reality it claims to protect Order must subdue Disorder. Reality must triumph over illusion. He is tainted and always will be. Rowan has never questioned those lessons, but that changes the night he harvests a crimson soul that is more than human and chooses to keep it a secret. When Rowan’s song transforms that soul into a beautiful and mysterious man he names Wren, he is forced to accept that sometimes duty is a lie and illusion is the only thing you can trust. As the fabric of the Order begins to unwind and a new kind of Disorder takes hold, Rowan will need to choose again, stand with the Order that held him down, or forge a new path with Wren at his side. He may be the only one who can restore balance to the worlds, but only if he can find balance within himself first. ************************************* Updates 3-4 times per week. Note: This story focuses on relationships. I promise an epic romance, lots of swoon-worthy moments, and a healthy amount of fluff. When it does get steamy…you might get burned. Fair warning for explicit content. I don’t shy away from my spice. There are lots of side characters and couples to fall in love with, in addition to the main couple. If you love the idea of found family, you will be happy. This book is set in a non-heteronormative world, so you will see various gender identities/expressions and types of love. ************************************* Excerpt (if you want the full steamy version, you will have to read the book!): Still reeling from the new magic that coursed under his skin and unsure of how to react to the desire that threatened to take control of him, Rowan froze. Wren's hot breath against his mouth sent a jolt of pleasure through his body, and he choked back a groan. A different kind of panic flared in Rowan's chest, burning him as if he were the one on fire. This was what he wanted, what he'd thought about every night since Wren left. But wanting more was one thing. Acting on it was another. He'd spent so much of his life hiding, he didn't know how to do anything else. One corner of Wren's mouth twitched as Rowan pulled away. When he attempted to free himself from Wren's grasp, Wren just hauled him closer. Rowan liked that he didn't have to think about what to do next. His bare chest thudded against Wren's torso, and the heat from Wren's body merged with Rowan's skin, melting him from the inside out. "What did you just do to me?" Wren's deep voice vibrated against Rowan's chest. "The Disorder of your illusion was holding you captive. I…I absorbed it." "Oh? Where did you learn to do that? Have I been gone that long?" Wren's grip loosened slightly on Rowan's wrists as if he was satisfied now that Rowan was practically sitting on top him. Rowan stared at Wren's lips. He opened his mouth to protest, but immediately closed it again. "I know you aren't going to say that I shouldn't touch you." Wren's free hand splayed over the small of Rowan's back. "Not when you started it." Rowan's breath hitched. "No. I'm not going to say that anymore. Not to you." "I thought you were afraid to be touched." Wren's fingers traced a circle over the curve of Rowan's spine as if testing for a reaction. "I know that I'm not afraid of you." Rowan waited for the panic to set in, but all he felt was desire. "With you, I want…" "You want what?" "I want more." Triumph flared in Wren's gaze before he narrowed his eyes. "Really? Then why are you still trying to get away from me?"

I am Lilith, the granddaughter of the Demon King. The moment my mother became pregnant with me, I was betrothed to the Devil as a show of gratitude for his mercy in sparing my people from execution alongside the other races. Immediately after my birth, it was the Devil who took care of me, overseeing my childhood all the way to adulthood, always watching over me. He granted me everything I wanted—so much so that all his secret treasures are now at my disposal. We were having a good time together until I laid my eyes on a particular slave named Lucas. I fell in love with Lucas in an inexplicable way, and the Devil would have killed him countless times if not for my constant interference. One day, I declared to the Devil my desire to marry Lucas. This proclamation infuriated him, and he intended to kill Lucas on the spot, but I threatened him with my own life, which compelled him to reluctantly agree to my wish, albeit in a rage. Surprisingly, he continued to try every means to please me and to make me forget about Lucas. He even went so far as to transfer all his powers to me, but I remained solely focused on Lucas. I followed all of Lucas's advice, which suggested that if I embarrassed the Devil enough, he would let me go. I began to act on that advice and even overdo it by publicly slapping him in front of his subjects, cursing him, and causing him to lose face. If not for the fear he instilled in their hearts, his subjects might have begun to criticize him. Throughout all this, he did not seem angry with me; instead, he sealed off all my senses and married me. When I regained my senses, I was furious to find that I had caused immense trouble in his territory. I rushed to Lucas to explain my predicament, and it was he who suggested that I end the Devil's life. I hesitated, but the idea didn’t seem so bad after all. I began planning, or rather, I didn’t really execute any plans and the Devil simply gave me his life willingly. I went to report to Lucas, only to find him overly excited. Lucas was, in fact, not a slave but the Prince of the Fox Race, he's among those that Devil spared. It turned out he had been trying every possible means to harm the Devil, and I had unwittingly become his perfect pawn. I couldn’t comprehend how it all happened, but I became the slave of Lucas and was treated terribly by him. He kept me alive solely because of my beautiful face, and I became nothing more than his prized possession. I regretted everything; I had betrayed the one who truly loved me. I no longer wished to live! Bound from head to toe in chains, I was dragged out of my cell. For the first time amid all this chaos, I saw the familiar sun—the sun that the Devil had worked so hard to create for me. I smiled bitterly, and my gaze fell upon a nearby hard rock. I moved closer and, before anyone could intervene, I struck my head against it forcefully. “I will soon join my real husband,” I thought to myself, but I couldn't shake off what Lucas had told me: “Someone who took care of you since you were a child, who loved you and always sought to please you; you ended his life mercilessly. You are a sin!” I agreed; I was indeed a sin. If there were a chance, I wished for the opportunity to fix my wrongdoing and to obey him. My prayers were answered, and I was reborn—but... why was I reborn to the day I slapped him publicly? Warning: this novel is filled with mature contents and frightening experiences ignore this novel if you don't have rock heart.

Aeliana’s body tensed, every instinct urging her to flee, but her legs refused to obey. The weight of Kaelion’s presence pressed down on her chest, as if the air itself bowed to his will. She clenched her fists, willing herself to stay upright, to meet his gaze with whatever scraps of courage she could muster. She wouldn’t let him see her fear. “Step forward,” Kaelion ordered, his tone smooth but unyielding. Her jaw tightened. The part of her that was human screamed to fight, to run, but there was a faint hum beneath her skin—a whisper of something else. Something fae. It stirred like a forgotten memory, pulling her feet forward against her will. She stopped only a breath away from him, her chin tilted defiantly despite the trembling in her limbs. Up close, the king was even more overwhelming. His features were carved in sharp, perfect lines, his mismatched eyes glinting with an intelligence that saw too much. He wasn’t just cruel; he was calculating. A predator who enjoyed the chase as much as the kill. “What are you?” Kaelion asked, his voice soft but dangerous. He reached out, his claw-tipped fingers brushing the edge of her hood. She flinched, and his lips twitched—a hint of amusement at her reaction. “I’m no one,” she bit out, her voice steadier than she felt. “Just a thief.” “A thief?” he echoed, his fingers catching the edge of the hood. With a single motion, he pushed it back, exposing her face to the moonlight. The murmurs of the onlookers grew louder, their perfect features twisting with disdain. Kaelion’s eyes narrowed, his gaze raking over her. “No one, indeed.” He took a step closer, his presence enveloping her like a dark tide. “And yet… there’s something about you. Something familiar.” Aeliana’s heart pounded as his hand moved, fingers brushing the curve of her jaw. His touch was light, but it burned like fire, sending a shiver down her spine. “I should kill you for your insolence,” Kaelion said, his voice dropping to a dangerous whisper. “But there’s a… curiosity to you. A defiance I rarely see.” His lips curled into a smirk that didn’t reach his eyes. “I think I’ll keep you instead.” “Keep me?” Her voice cracked as anger flared, momentarily overriding her fear. “I’m not some pet to be claimed.” Kaelion’s smirk vanished, replaced by a cold, imperious glare. “You misunderstand, little thief. I’m not offering you a choice.” Aeliana’s stomach twisted as he raised his hand, his fingers glowing faintly with dark energy. Before she could react, a pulse of power shot through her, wrapping around her wrists like invisible chains. She stumbled, her knees buckling, but the magic held her upright. “You’ve entered my city, stolen from my people, and dared to defy me,” Kaelion said, his voice echoing with authority. “Your punishment will serve as a lesson to all who think they can do the same.” “And what punishment is that?” she spat, struggling against the bonds. Kaelion leaned in, his face inches from hers. “You’ll serve me,” he said, his voice a low, menacing growl. “Body and soul. Until I decide you’ve earned your freedom.” The crowd gasped, their whispers growing louder as the king straightened. Aeliana’s blood ran cold as she realized the full weight of his words. This wasn’t just about punishment—it was about control. And she was at the mercy of a man who had none. “Take her to the palace,” Kaelion commanded, his eyes never leaving hers. “I’ll decide what to do with her later.” The soldiers moved to obey, and Aeliana felt herself being pulled away, her body still bound by the king’s magic. As they dragged her through the streets, the crowd parted, their beautiful faces filled with a mix of fear and contempt. She clenched her fists, her mind racing. She couldn’t let this be the end. She wouldn’t let herself be another victim of Kaelion’s tyranny. Somewhere deep inside her, the faint hum of power stirred again, stronger this time.

Eliana Demi is kidnapped and wakes up in a nightmare, forced to attend an assassin academy with no explanation. Her family’s lives hang in the balance, leaving her with no choice but to obey. As she struggles to keep up with the brutal training and navigate the hostility of the other recruits, her five ruthless and dangerously alluring mentors make her life a living hell. Between relentless pain, torture, and psychological warfare, Eliana is determined to escape. But when a mysterious psychopath sets his sights on her, she realizes her mentors might be the least of her problems. Will she survive the academy and the twisted minds that control it? Or will she break and become the cold-blooded assassin they want her to be?

IN TWENTY YEARS, EARTH WILL FALL. NOT BY WAR. NOT BY DISASTER. BUT BY SOMETHING FAR WORSE—AN INVASION. Before that day comes, 3.2 billion people are forcibly transported to Evernight, a world that obeys no human laws. The sky stretches endlessly, painted in deep blues and twin moons. Rivers glow, untouched and drinkable, yet laced with unknown energy. The very air hums with something unseen—a presence, a judgment. Evernight is not chaos. It is not mercy. It is a system. Ranks are assigned. Trials begin. Survival is the first lesson. ──────────────────────── AND AMONG THEM, THERE IS SIX. ──────────────────────── He is not the strongest. Not the fastest. Not the most gifted. But he is something far more dangerous. While others panic, he watches. While others react, he calculates. While the system measures strength, he measures the system. Evernight is not random—it is precise. Every action has weight. Every encounter has probability. Every movement, every reaction, every breath is governed by unseen rules. Rules that can be understood. Rules that can be mastered. Rules that, if executed perfectly, can be rewritten. ──────────────────────── BUT THE SYSTEM IS WATCHING. ──────────────────────── The Evernight Judges stand in silence, their silver masks concealing their true purpose. They do not guide. They do not interfere. They only observe. And Six has drawn their attention. He does not overpower. He does not struggle. He simply executes. With every trial, with every encounter, he climbs. Not through raw force. Not through blind ambition. But through something far rarer—absolute efficiency. But Evernight does not reward ambition. It tests it. And Six is about to prove that even in a world designed to break humanity—some rules can still be rewritten. ──────────────────────── ✔ No overpowered shortcuts—only mastery through precision. ✔ A slow-burn rise—every step earned, every advantage calculated. ✔ A world both breathtaking and brutal—a fantasy realm with real survival stakes. ✔ A protagonist who doesn’t win by luck or hidden power, but by sheer, perfect execution. ──────────────────────── The invasion is coming. The countdown has begun. In Evernight, survival is not about strength. It’s about understanding.

When given a second life, do you choose to repent, rebel, or rule? Some enter seeking salvation. Others leave in ruin. But no one escapes unchanged. Tristan awakens in Djannet, a city that promises order, justice, and second chances, where the sky shimmers with hues unseen in the mortal world, and rivers of light carve through cities of ivory and gold—a paradise untouched by time. But beneath its beauty lies a world of secrets, past lives linger, sins take form, and the promise of redemption may be the greatest illusion of all.. A world where your virtues determine your status, and your sins leave permanent marks. But in Djannet, sins are more than mistakes—they are currency. Every transgression earns Taint Tokens, a dark stain on the soul. Accumulate too many, and you become something… less than human. Yet, Tristan has no memory of committing a crime. No reason to feel the unease clawing at his mind. No explanation for why his reflection seems unfamiliar. Then, there’s Leila, a woman whose beauty hides scars the world refuses to see. There’s Adam, a man who should be broken, yet wields power over the sinners like a devil in the shadows. There are whispers of a rebellion, a child with knowledge no one should possess, and a secret buried so deep within Djannet’s foundations that to uncover it would mean unraveling reality itself. As the city teeters on the edge of chaos, Tristan must choose: obey the system, defy it, or burn with it. Because in a world where memories are never truly erased, one question haunts them all: What if the worst thing you’ve ever done… hasn’t happened yet? [WSA 2025]