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In the vast and mystical world of Zephiron, where magic flows through the land and forgotten ruins whisper of lost civilizations, two unlikely companions find themselves ensnared in a fate far beyond their reckoning. Vaelin Crowne, a sharp-minded strategist known for his cool demeanor, believes that logic and preparation can solve any problem. Kael Veydris, a reckless yet magnetic force of nature, thrives on instinct and unshakable optimism. Despite their differences, they share one thing in common—an insatiable curiosity. What was meant to be a simple field trip to explore the legendary Labyrinth of Nox quickly turns into a nightmare when they get lost in the labyrinth maze, leaving them trapped in its depths. With no clear way out, Vaelin’s calculated approach and Kael’s gut-driven decisions become their only hope of escape. But when they stumble upon an ancient door, an eerie darkness spills from within, swallowing all light. As they ignite a torch, the shadows retreat just enough to reveal two statues—one depicting a god, radiant and divine, the other a demon, twisted and wrathful. Before they can speak, a chilling gust snuffs out the flame. Then, chains came. A shackle with a long, rusted chain lashed out from the abyss, snapping around Kael’s wrist and yanking him into the consuming darkness. Vaelin barely had time to react before another chain coiled around him, dragging him forward, his vision swallowed by an endless void. When they awaken, gasping for breath, they are no longer in the labyrinth’s depths but standing at its entrance—marked. Heavy iron shackles, now with broken chains, rest upon their wrists, the only proof that what happened was real. The curse has bound them, though to what end remains unknown. They escaped from the labyrinth … but How did it happen? With time slipping through their fingers and the unseen weight of the curse tightening around them, Vaelin and Kael must unravel the mystery of what happened inside the labyrinth before the curse consumes them.

What if the balance of the world depended on a single awakening? In the ancient land of Bathalumea, a once-mighty civilization now fractured by time and turmoil, whispers of a forgotten power begin to stir. Haraya, the fabled ability to shape reality itself, was long thought to be a myth, buried alongside the sovereign bloodlines that once wielded it. But Haraya was never truly gone—it only waited. Now, as a new age dawns, the power begins to resurface. Across the sacred grounds of Bathalan, through the storm-laden waves of the Bagyuna Ocean, and into the shadowed ruins of Gintara, the resurgence of Haraya sends ripples through a divided world. The balance between order and chaos begins to tip, drawing the attention of powerful factions who see in it the key to domination—or destruction. Among them, a descendant of the lost power emerges. Haunted by tragedy and driven by the dream of rebuilding what was lost, they find themselves entwined with Haraya’s awakening. But as the forces of greed, fear, and ambition converge, they must decide: will they wield Haraya to heal a broken world, or will it unravel under the weight of those who seek to claim it? From the volcanic heights of Kaluyara to the enchanted forests of Aralyon, and into the unfathomable depths of the Diwang Abyss, Bloodline: Sovereign’s Awakening weaves a tale of hope, sacrifice, and reckoning. As ancient powers clash and the threads of fate tighten, one truth becomes clear: the return of Haraya may save the world—or destroy it forever. "Bloodline: Sovereign’s Awakening" is a tale of reckoning and renewal, where a power lost to time could unite a fractured world—or be extinguished forever, leaving its promise unfulfilled.

Amy, a typical New Yorker, has a life like a tightly - wound clock because of her busy job at the United Nations - precise yet exhausting. She is a person who is rational to the core. Superstitions about ghosts and gods, in her opinion, are like fairy tales for coaxing children, and sweet - talking is like cheap perfume, pungent and hypocritical. On that day, the heavy pressure of work made Amy feel breathless. She returned to her apartment where she lived alone, like a robot with its battery drained. Her only thought was to throw herself onto the bed and isolate herself from the whole world with the quilt. However, midnight, like a mysterious incantation, disrupted her plan. The old radio in the room cabinet made a strange beeping sound, and then a faint cry for help came: "Help... " Amy's heart suddenly tightened. Despite the mixture of fatigue and fear within her, her curiosity still made her ask the radio, "Who are you?" "I'm Tom. I'm being chased by a serial killer. I'm hiding in an abandoned warehouse. He'll find me soon... " The boy's voice was full of fear. Without the slightest hesitation, Amy immediately called the police. A rescue across time, of love and redemption, thus began.

For centuries, the Elves have ruled with High Magic and near-immortality, keeping humans and the Kajit beneath them. The Dwarves remain neutral, watching as the Elves tighten their grip. But hidden in the shadows, a secret has been growing. A century ago, the first Vampire was born, and now his bloodline descendants move unseen, living as normal humans until their awakening at twenty-one. The Elves suspect something, but they do not yet know the truth. When a young man named Xavier survives a brutal Elven purge, he begins to uncover the world’s greatest lie. Hunted and unaware of what he truly is, he must learn to control the hunger growing inside him. As the Elves' fear of an unseen enemy rises, so too does the danger. And deep beneath the earth, something ancient stirs—something even the Elves cannot control.

|| To all the readers who are grieving over Caelestis Lanister’s death. I deeply apologize but this character always deserved death in my eyes of justice. Although he was a good leader, a good friend, probably a good son, yet he was never a good friend or boyfriend to Stella. Even after going through all his sins, if you still sympathize with him. I have an offer for you. Would you like to change the destiny of Caelestis Lanister? Yes/No|| A translucent blue window appeared in front of Eleanore, who had just opened her eyes in a strange white place, after meeting her end in a Traffic accident. Eleanore finds herself in a new world, with a mission to change the destiny of her favorite character from a book she had recently read, "Revenge is her only desire." Tired from her daily struggles, she was ready to venture into a new life of the rich, but to her dismay. She finds herself in the body of the villainess that dies in the first chapter of the novel, who shares the same name as hers, Eleanore Sinclair. Moreover, the day she enters into her body is the day she gets killed by Caelestis for harming his lover, Stella. Eleanore binded by the system that guided her through in her mission of changing Caelestis’ fate, realizes that the system favoured Stella over her. She struggles to keep herself alive, while working on Caelestis and Stella's relationship. As she tries to save Stella from the obsessive grasps of Caelestis, she finds herself getting entangled with the notorious villain. As tension and hatred between them rises, a love blooms between them which gives nothing but pain in return. The male lead being her own brother, will she be able to save Caelestis which is no longer her mission but her love? _______ “Lies!” he spat again, his voice rising. “I will kill you, Eleanore. If you ever try to do that to her again, I will kill you.” His words cut through her, burning with hatred and fear. Anger surged within her as she fought against him. She had never intended to hurt Stella, not once. The blame lay with the original owner of the body, not her. Why must she listen to these accusations? “I have no such intentions!” she shouted at his face, gasping to find breath. “Let me go!” Her foot lashed out, kicking him in the thigh, but he quickly pinned it down as well. Exhausted from her useless struggles, Eleanore realized she had to gather her strength and then perhaps bite off some skin from his handsome face. “You are just an obsessed man,” she snarled. “You don’t know how to treat a woman. You’re killing her!” Before she could finish, Caelestis silenced her with a violent grip around her throat. His hand tightened around her neck, cutting off her breath. Her wrists were free, but now her neck was caught, and every breath became a struggle. Panic surged through her as she struggled to find, her nails digged deep into at his arm in a desperate attempt to free herself. Caelestis’ true nature had finally appeared in front of Eleanore, and it scared her. She had already been afraid of him, but now the fear felt like it was gripping her very soul. Note: This is a dark fantasy romance novel. A war between Love and Obsession.

“Rate that one,” Ethan whispered, sidling up to me as I tried to swallow my frustration. He gestured toward another girl walking by with her father—a tall man with a belly that strained his too-small suit jacket. “Girl’s a solid six,” Ethan murmured, barely holding back his grin. “Dad? Three. No, wait. Two-point-five. Those shoes are a crime.” “Piss off,” I hissed, though the corner of my mouth twitched. Teely joined him, holding two champagne flutes, one of which she offered to me. “You look like you need it.” “Gee, thanks,” I muttered, downing the drink in one go. It didn’t help. Teely laughed softly. “Relax, Luca. You’ll survive this. Probably.” “Only because I haven’t strangled anyone yet,” I shot back, earning another chuckle from Ethan. “Seriously, though,” Ethan said, dropping his voice. “You’ve gotta pick someone, or your dad’s gonna lose his mind. And let’s be honest, the guy doesn’t have much sanity left to lose.” I sighed, rubbing the back of my neck. “I’m not picking anyone. None of these people matter.” “Your funeral,” Ethan said with a shrug, though there was a flicker of understanding in his eyes. He knew. He always knew. The night dragged on, every interaction blurring into the next. Girls smiled politely, their fathers talked about alliances, and I nodded through all of it like I wasn’t seconds away from bolting out the door. Then it hit me. A scent. Faint, but unmistakable. It was like rain on warm soil, mixed with something sweet and soft—something her. My chest tightened, my wolf snapping to attention like someone had just poured gasoline on a fire. I froze, the world around me dimming as I tried to track it. My head snapped to the left, then to the right. Where? Where was it coming from? “Luca?” Ethan’s voice sounded far away, like it was coming from underwater. There. My eyes locked on the grand staircase at the far end of the hall. A girl was descending, her dress shimmering in the light like it was made of emeralds. Her movements were slow, almost deliberate, and I couldn’t see her face yet. But I didn’t need to. My heart hammered in my chest, each beat louder than the last. She was holding the arm of a man—tall, broad-shouldered, and irritatingly familiar. But I couldn’t focus on him. Not when she finally turned her head, her face coming into view. Quinn. My legs nearly gave out. My breath caught, my wolf howling inside me. It was her. After everything, she was here. And she wasn’t alone. ******************************************************************* Seventeen-year-old Quinn Wayne moves with her family from bustling New York City to a secluded, mist-shrouded town in Alaska, where her parents have purchased a dilapidated inn. Surrounded by dense forests and towering mountains, the picturesque town promises a fresh start—but Quinn quickly realizes it holds secrets far darker than she could have ever imagined. In this epic journey of love, sacrifice, and self-discovery, Quinn must rise as the Lunar Guardian, embracing her newfound powers and her identity as Luca’s mate. The path ahead is uncertain, filled with loss, triumph, and transformation. But one thing is clear: the choices Quinn makes will forever alter the balance between humans and werewolves—and determine whether love can conquer even the darkest of curses.

"Young people often fall for the wrong people, and I guess my wrong person was you." Morana, a young lady, who was treated cruely by her family, unwanted by the society, was assassinated by her husband and her supposed step-sister. "Even if I had to crawl out of the depths of hell, I would return. I would make them pay for every lie, every betrayal, every moment of agony they had inflicted on me. And when I did, they would know the full weight of my wrath." Those were her last words before she succumbed to darkeness. But she never expected to be given a second chance at life. "Three hundred and sixty-five days. That is the time you have to carry out your revenge. If you succeed, your soul will be free to move on. But if you fail..." My throat tightened. "If I fail?" The being’s glow darkened, and its voice echoed with finality. "You will cease to exist. Your soul will turn to dust and vanish, leaving no trace of you in any realm." What happens after she exhaust one year, even if she succeed in seeking revenge?

The footsteps sounded closer, and closer, and closer, until he faintly heard Siri's voice welcoming someone into the house, but before he could open his eyes to see who it was, he felt a large hand gripping his neck, his legs were locked tightly between much larger ones, and, he felt the cold metal of a gun placed directly on his...gun. Zeno quickly opened his eyes from instincts, ready to fight off his attacker, but the moment he did so, he was met with mesmerizing dark grey orbs, staring dangerously at him. The face of his attacker was too close, he couldn't make out his features, but he knew they were sharp, even from a closed look. He didn't bother fighting, he didn't want to lose his junior member down there, and his Nana still expected grandchildren from him. He couldn't disappoint her. "Who. Are. You?" The voice of his attacker was so deep, dark, and commanding. Zeno was a fighter, but he felt a chill run down his spine from the sound of the voice. The hand around Zeno's neck tightened, but he endured it, he was a fighter. Judging by his attacker's looks and actions of confidence, this was his boss. ~~~ After losing his parents and being faced with an unbelievable medical bill, Zeno Evander finds himself working as a Manny for a mysterious Billionaire, but it doesn't last long; after almost being killed by the Mafia billionaire, Zeno swore never to return to that place again. But after a week of escaping the Mafia billionaire, Zeno finds himself kidnapped and Blackmailed into signing a year's contract as the Mafia's Manny and bodyguard. Could Zeno escape his evil and monstrous boss? Or would he be consumed by him? Consumed by the forbidden passion he felt build up between them? Would he risk his life just to experience the burn of forbidden love? After the betrayal from his family, ex-wife, and friend five years ago, Sebastian Orion became a totally different being. He became cold, aloof, and dangerous as he rose to become the most feared Mafia king of the underworld, and everyone who heard his name shivered from fear. He distrusted everyone and hated any form of human relationships, building a thick wall around himself. But, not until his son's manny came into the picture. Zeno irritated him in every way, he hated the mere sight of his bodyguard and would have chosen to kill him if not for the sake of his son. Sebastian always tried to push Zeno away by treating him in the lowest way possible. But when the contract was coming to an end, were his feelings still the same? Or did he suddenly realize that it wasn't only his son that needed Zeno? ~~~ "What are you waiting for? Leave!" Sebastian snarled bitterly. He would have to speak with Butler Nicole to find out why he brought back this stupid clown to his house. He had just returned from yet another trip, just to find this nuisance in his house again. He hated Zeno so much; he was classless and looked extremely dangerous to be near his son; who knew if he was sent as a snitch by an enemy? "I'm sorry, boss, but I can't," Zeno said and stood his ground. Leaving would mean he wanted his Nana to die; no, he'd rather stay here and take all punches that came his way; he was used to it. "What?!" Sebastian couldn't believe that such stupid people were still existing in the world. "I can't leave," Zeno repeated.

Gabriel, a dominant omega, is caught up in a complex web of intrigue and danger at the royal court. After uncovering the truth about Olivier, a member of the royal family, and inciting a rebellion, he is marked by an unknown alpha. As the rebellion overthrows the old order, a new empire emerges, driven by a ruthless ruler whose rise Gabriel inadvertently enabled.Haunted by the weight of his actions, he flees from his family, his past, and the dangerous ties of the court. On the run, Gabriel must deal with shifting alliances, hidden enemies, and the growing power of the mysterious alpha whose mark he carries. As the empire's grip tightens and ghosts from his past resurface, he must decide whether to confront the forces threatening to engulf him—or risk losing himself completely in a world that regards him as either a pawn or a weapon.

#Rated 18-Mature Themes Violet’s life was never her own—her father’s crushing debt made sure of that. But when the debt collector kidnaps her as payment, she takes a desperate deal: become a servant and spy on the mysterious and tyrannical Lord Cain, the ruler of her Werewolf district. There’s just one catch: Lord Cain only permits male servants in his house. Disguised as a boy, Violet cuts her hair, flattens her chest, and dons a voice-altering band to pull off the deception. Everything goes according to plan—until Cain, a man known for his cold personality starts to take a peculiar interest in her. Violet’s disguise becomes a prison as she battles her own growing attraction to him. But this is no love story. Cain’s obsession to her is dangerous. Beneath his icy gaze lies a mind fractured by years of affliction by a curse. A curse made by Violet's biological mother: A powerful witch. ************* "TAKE IT OFF!" Violet’s knees nearly buckled at the thunderous command, her chest tightening with panic. The raw anger in Cain’s voice was as sharp as a blade. "My lord! I-I’m a man!" she stammered, gripping her shirt tightly, her fingers trembling as they clung to the fabric. "I don't like other men!" she cried, a desperate plea in her voice since the second she took her shirt off and he discovered that she was a woman was the moment she died. Painfully. Cain’s glare was unyielding, his voice dropping into a growl. "Don’t insult me, You think I do. You kissed me!" Her breath hitched as he stepped closer, his presence suffocating. "If you don’t take it off," he said, his tone low and dangerous, "I’ll rip it off myself." Violet’s mind raced, panic threatening to overwhelm her. She couldn’t let him find out—he’d kill her. Painfully. Glancing away to avoid his gaze when she caught the undeniable bulge in his trousers. Heat flushed her face, her thoughts spinning in desperation at the only idea she could think of to make him back off. 'This has to work. It has to!'

The scene opens with a bloodied battlefield, littered with the lifeless bodies of demons and angels alike, both fallen and holy. The stench of death hangs heavy in the air, mingling with the acrid smoke of the scorched earth. The landscape is a wasteland, a testament to the brutality of the battle that had just unfolded.Not far from the carnage, hidden within the shadows of a cave, lay three figures. Two were gravely wounded, their bodies barely clinging to life. One was the archangel Michael, whose once radiant armor was now stained with blood, his wings torn and battered. The other was the fallen archangel Lucifer, his wings scorched and tattered, his face twisted in agony as he fought to stay conscious. The third figure, In stark contrast to the injured angels, stood tall and composed. His presence was almost ethereal, though his features were hidden in shadow, making him an enigmatic figure in the midst of the ruin. He gazed down at Lucifer, a look of sympathy in his eyes. “I’m sorry that you had to suffer this fate,” he murmured, his voice laced with regret. His eyes shifted to both archangels, and he sighed deeply. “I’ll make it right.” A brief pause followed, the words after “I’ll make it right” lost in a quiet murmur, as if the figure’s voice faltered, or the meaning was veiled in secrecy. The only words that were clear came at the end, filled with finality and determination. “Take this new life and…” Another break in his words, this time leaving a lingering silence. Suddenly, the scene faded, shifting from the cave of despair to a small, dimly lit room. A young man lay in bed, his body drenched in sweat, breathing heavily as though he had just run a marathon. His eyes flickered open, a look of panic written across his face. He bolted upright, the nightmare still fresh in his mind. “Shit, that same dream… when will it stop?” Lucian Cross muttered, rubbing his eyes as if to rid himself of the lingering remnants of the vision. Glancing at the alarm clock beside him, he saw the time—almost 7:30 AM. He groaned, realizing he was running late. With a sigh, he threw off the covers and reluctantly dragged himself out of bed. It was the last day of school, and though he had hoped for it to be a day of relief, it held no joy. It was the day of the awakening ceremony, a day that would determine his future and his job class, though Lucian’s expectations were low. School, in his mind, was nothing but a hellish place. A place where he was used and trampled on, his life a series of miserable days. But today—today was supposed to be different. It was his last day, and maybe, just maybe, the ceremony would bring something good. He didn’t dare dream too big, but a small hope flickered inside him. The vice principal called out, “Lucian Cross, come on stage.” Lucian gulped as the whispers of mocking and ridicule from his classmates and juniors filled the air. He could hear their gossip: “Why is he even here?” “Bet he’ll awaken nothing.” “He’s just wasting our time.” Tightening his fist, Lucian forced himself forward, his footsteps heavy with anxiety. Reaching the podium, he glanced at the imposing white crystal, its surface shimmering with an otherworldly glow. “Place your hand on the crystal,” the vice principal instructed. Lucian hesitated briefly before resting his hand against the cool surface of the crystal. The room fell silent, anticipation hanging thick in the air. Suddenly, the crystal erupted in a dazzling platinum light so bright it was blinding. Gasps echoed through the hall as a celestial-class phenomenon unfolded. The sound of heavenly trumpets filled the room, shaking the very ground beneath them. The heavens themselves seemed to part, and a radiant Roman cross-like gate opened in the sky above. From the portal descended two armies of celestial beings, one side composed of graceful angels, the other of fallen angels. The fallen angels were an intimidating sight. Dark knights clad ...

IMPORTANT This is only a sample. i have signed a contract with webnovel and the story will be up after editing in a short while here under the same title. Here is the link to the full book. https://www.webnovel.com/book/little-girl's-wild-side_21129307106524005### Gautham bend down to bury his head on Sindhu's shoulders and said, " Will you say 'Yes' already!" What surprised Sindhu was the tinch of desperation in his voice. How did Gautham end up feeling so much for her in a matter of a month??? Even Gautham did not know how desperate he was to make her his. Just now when he saw Sindhu make such adorable face, he felt something break inside him at the thought that she will be showing such faces to someone else if she ended up marrying someone else. "Its driving me crazy you know. The things that you are making me feel.", Gautham said with a slightly annoyed voice. Sindhu did not say anything. She just tightened her hold around him and stayed in his embrace. After a while, Gautham finally let her go. He took one last look at her face, quickly said his bye and left. He feared if he stayed any longer, he would start begging her. ........................................ This is my first work. So i hope people can give it a shot. But this one is going to be very different from the stories you would have seen in here. They are literally worlds apart. There is no backstabbing ex or a greedy relative or a dark haunting past. This is a pleasant light love story of two people facing arranged marriage. A slightly messed up wild woman and a very normal clumsy man. the story should have about 60 chapters and the whole story for most parts is complete. So it wont get dropped in the middle. Hope you like it.

------------------ After witnessing the cruel reality of the world at a very young age, she matured early. However, despite giving her everything, she couldn't save her family from myriads of schemes. She got used to the darkness so much to the point of subconsciously running away from light. Having been forced to wear his name since her 18th birthday, she was angered at the mere thought of him. yet knowing that it was his territory, she willingly walked in. And she knew he was waiting. ------------------- "I remember telling you, little fox," he murmured, his voice a barely whisper as he reached out, tracing the line of her jaw before trailing down to her collarbone. His jade-like fingers burned against her skin. "If you came back, your chances of escape would be zero to none." "Oh, and what makes you think you can control my life?" her eyes had the very same indifference she carried when she entered the room. His lips curled into an amused smirk, a devilish glint flashing in his gaze as he took her wrist, revealing the elegant bracelet adorning it—a silent claim she had knowingly carried all these years. "Well," he drawled, eyes locking onto hers with a suffocating intensity, "you already bear my mark with you no matter wherever you go. So from your mind to your heart, from your body to your soul—everything belongs to me, my dear baby girl." ----------------- Her fingers tightened around the trigger of the gun pointing at his chest. “Stay right there,” she warned, her voice steady despite the storm in her heart. But he stepped closer, deliberately, until the space between them disappeared. His hand reached out, fingers ghosting over her wrist, his touch light yet possessive. "Are you flirting with me, little fox?" His voice was a deep whisper near her ear, laced with dark amusement. ------------------

Erika Belion never expected her life to suddenly take such a dangerous turn. She used to be just a low-income omega who worked several part-time jobs just to make ends meet with food and a roof over her head due to a difficult family situation. The wolf never expected that in the middle of a presentation by her musical group in a small speakeasy, her heat would be unleashed, and since she did not have a partner, she ended up emitting irresistible pheromones that, added to her lack of control, turned her act into a spectacle of mockery. That night she felt so humiliated that she had to leave without pay because, in addition to her zeal, she did not have the courage to look her boss in the eyes. But while Erika ran as fast as she could to her car to go straight to her apartment, feeling so embarrassed that she did not realize that from one moment to the next the laughter along with the degrading mockery towards her could be heard in the background. They stopped dead in dead silence. If only he had been in better condition or taken a moment to compose himself, perhaps he would have learned sooner that his heat would have drawn the attention of someone extremely dangerous. Among all the alphas who might have been interested in her for some reason or another... the one who was most interested was the boss of one of the most dangerous mafias on the continent. William Aballay. ----- William Aballay is the leader of one of the oldest and most powerful organized crime families. An alpha who had everything at his fingertips, he thought that in the next few years, he would be busy with the daily grind of managing his, in the process, inherited empire. Unfortunately, this is not his biggest problem at the moment. He is used to commanding and maintaining order for both his followers and his supposed competitors. He can take care of that with his eyes closed and both hands tied behind his back. What he was not mentally or physically prepared for was finding a beautiful woman who caught his attention more than any other woman he had ever met. ----- "William, our relationship is not good..." -Erika whispered, with a trembling voice, turning her back on the alpha, not being able to see him in the eyes- "I bring out the worst in you" -When she was about to run towards the door, he suddenly felt as if one hand was placed on his waist while the other snaked towards his neck, squeezing it a Little- "Ho, my dear Erika" -the black-haired man would tighten his grip a little, bringing his mouth close to the omega's ear, touching it lightly- "you couldn't be more wrong" -the shiver that this action caused only made him smile- "what you saw a few moments ago was simply the real me... the William that everyone fears and respects because he knows what will happen to them if they don't" "W-Wil..." "I would kill everyone I consider allies with my bare hands before I lost you" -he murmured, a dark smile now curving his lips- "I would kill the world itself if it dares to make the slightest scratch on you. You belong to omega... and nothing and no one will change that"

**"Leave me alone! Please, just let me go!"** My voice cracked as I thrashed in his iron grip, but it was useless. He scooped me up effortlessly, his hold unyielding, carrying me off to a fate I couldn’t escape. This can’t be happening. Not now. Not like this. "I don’t want this," I whispered, my voice raw with terror. "Please… just let me go." My pleas barely reached his ears, or if they did, he didn’t care. His silence was louder than any threat, his indifference a dagger to my chest. A heartbeat later, my body hit the softness of a king-sized bed, but there was no comfort in it. My tears had nearly dried, leaving only silent sobs wracking my frame. I forced myself to speak, desperation lacing every syllable. "Luciano, please," I choked out. "If I’ve wronged you in any way, I’m sorry. But don’t punish me like this." A deafening crack split the air, and before I could react, fire exploded across my cheek. The force of the slap sent my head whipping to the side, my skin stinging from the brutal contact. The room pulsed with danger. **"No one calls me by my name,"** he growled, his voice like crushed glass—sharp, merciless. **"And no one tells me what to do."** His fingers curled under my chin, forcing me to meet his gaze. Cold, dark, and bottomless, his eyes held no mercy, no hesitation. "You will warm my bed," he murmured, his voice dangerously soft, laced with cruel intent. "You will satisfy my every craving, no matter how disastrous, no matter how dark." A wicked smirk ghosted over his lips, his grip tightening. "Because you are mine to break. And no one stops me." He leaned in, his breath fanning against my trembling lips. "Now… come here." --- Story by white pheonix

[WSA Entry 2025] [Disclaimer: This is not a story for the faint-hearted. It explores the darkest aspects of humanity—where morality is shattered, and power takes its place. Most readers won’t have the courage to face this unrelenting descent into shadows. I'm once again telling you if you can't handle deaths and violence and you seek happiness then please do not even touch this Novel. But maybe, just maybe, you’re different. Strong enough to confront the abyss and see what lies beyond. if so Prove it.] [Synopsis]: In a world teetering on the edge of chaos, seven empires vie for dominance, each more ruthless than the last. At the heart of this dark tapestry lies Narzan, a nation feared and despised, where cruelty is law and ambition a deadly game. The lands of mortals are but a fragile sanctuary, bordered by forbidden realms—the infernal Demon Realm, where nightmares are born; the accursed Lost Soul Realm, where the damned wander endlessly; and the enigmatic Elven Kingdom, shrouded in secrets and ancient power. These realms whisper of horrors and treasures that could reshape the very fabric of existence. Above it all looms the Weave of Magic, an ancient force that binds life, death, and destiny. It stirs ominously, its threads tangling with shadows of betrayal, vengeance, and destruction. In this world where the strong devour the weak, hope is a fleeting illusion, and mercy is a tale for the foolish. Veythor is a man cursed by the fates, his existence a relentless cycle of suffering. Across three lives, he has endured betrayal, torment, and death. On Earth, he was a man broken by those he trusted—betrayed by family, ruined by love, and condemned to die in despair. In his second life, he met an even crueler fate, falling prey to monsters in human form. But Thalvoria, his third life, is the cruelest of all. A vast and merciless world, Thalvoria is ruled by beings of unimaginable power. Here, mages can sunder mountains with a thought, empires rise and fall in rivers of blood, and forgotten gods slumber beneath the earth. Mythical beasts stalk cursed forests, and the lands themselves seem to hunger for suffering. In Thalvoria, even the heavens cast shadows, and every choice is a gamble with damnation. Yet Veythor, battered and scarred, refuses to succumb. Haunted by memories of his past lives, he begins to weave his pain into something more dangerous. Every betrayal fuels his resolve, every scar sharpens his will. As the balance of power begins to shift and the Weave of Magic tightens its grip on the world, Veythor sets his sights on a singular goal: to seize control of his cursed destiny, no matter the cost. But in a land where salvation and damnation are two sides of the same coin, what will remain of a man who refuses to die? When the world itself hungers for blood, Veythor will rise—or he will drag all of Thalvoria into the abyss with him.

“Are you scared?” Vaerion asked, his deep voice muffled slightly by the helmet he wore. Asuriel sniffled, swallowing the remnants of her emotional breakdown. In contradiction to the nervousness she felt boiling in her stomach, she scoffed, “Of course not.” “A shame,” the devil chuckled, a hint of mischief in his tone. “Let’s fix that.” Before Asuriel could ask what he meant, the motorcycle’s engine roared to life, and inertia sent her body backward. She instinctively jumped forward and tightened her grip on the man’s waist. The sounds of the bike reverberated deep in her chest, making a home in her ribcage. The pair flew through the night, passing cars and buildings so quickly that it all looked like multicolored streaks of light rushing by. Her heartbeat soared as adrenaline and fear filled her bloodstream. As they rode out of the city, Vaerion spoke to her through their mind-link, his tone possessive, “Your fear is mine to evoke. Don’t you dare cry again – unless I’m the one to make you.” —— In a modern, urban world where the celestial and infernal realms secretly shape mortal existence, Asuriel has always considered herself an ordinary woman with a passion for mixing drinks and living a boring, ignoble life. But as her twenty-fifth birthday approaches, everything changes. Powerful abilities hidden deep beneath the surface since childhood finally begin to burst through, revealing her cursed heritage – which marks her as both a miracle and an abomination. A beastly devil named Vaerion Sinclair—the charismatic and ruthless CEO of one of the largest business conglomerates—has been tied to her since she was young by her strange abilities. Now, having been awoken, the bond they share is activated – both physically and mentally. Being forced to share dreams and stay within 10 feet of a stranger 24/7 is troublesome, to say the least... especially when he is a walking temptation. As these new, unbridled powers threaten to tear her apart, she discovers that, if she wants to survive, she has to unravel the mystery of her origins and the prophecy tied to her bloodline. Her body has turned into a ticking time bomb. Alongside Vaerion, who is obligated to help out of the selfish desire to preserve his own life, the pair uncovers threads of lies, betrayal, and forbidden love that could ignite a war between the celestial and infernal realms. —— My Inkbound Devil gives you a slice of all your favorite tropes: urban, fantasy romance with a devil-beast CEO and dark, heavy atmosphere… with R18 smut as icing on the cake.~ Join us on this adventure, and support the novel if you enjoy it! Expect daily updates~

I can't help falling for you. you've unraveled me in ways I never thought possible... -------------- Imagine you go to work like every other day, but you never expected to confront an agent of death, an event that will change your life forever. Natasha, a rebellious and sharp_tongued lady accidentally saw something she was never supposed to see, she comes across an agent of death, an immortal grim reaper cursed with endless existence and no emotions. Drogen is convinced that Natasha holds the key to ending his curse, and because of that, he does something forbidden, he revives her after death. Bound to him by a blood pact that he made with her out of impulse, she begins experiencing flashes of a forgotten past that tie her to him in ways she can't explain, and their connection deepens into something forbidden. A meeting that started with fear and death soon transforms into a sweet, passionate love experience that neither of them could resist. She finds herself helplessly falling in love with this mysterious being. But there is one thing they both don't know, they were never supposed to meet again. Excerpt: Drogen's expression softened as he stared down at her lips, a rare glimpse of raw desire shining in his eyes. "You know," he began, his voice dropping to a whisper, "I've been desperately wanting to do this since you hugged me." Before she could protest, his lips claimed hers, soft but insistent, catching her completely off guard. Her breath hitched as his tongue teased hers, coaxing a response. She froze for a moment, her heart racing wildly, but as his warmth enveloped her, she gave in, kissing him back. Her hesitation melted away as his touch deepened, slow and gentle, yet ignited sparks through her whole being. His hands found her waist, pulling her closer until there was no space left between them. She gasped softly when she felt his bulge pressed hard against her, her cheeks heating in response. He didn't seem to care—if anything, it turned him on even more. His grip tightened as though he couldn't get enough of her, his kisses growing bolder, more demanding, yet still carrying an undeniable tenderness. Her fingers gripped his shirt for balance, holding on as the intensity of his touch left her breathless. He kissed her like he was savoring her, like every second mattered, and it sent a thrill through her. Every brush of his lips, every press of his body against hers, made her forget where she was. All she could feel was him. Finally, he pulled back, their foreheads resting together as they tried to catch their breath. His voice was low and rough, full of longing. "You're driving me crazy, Nat." Her lips were still tingling from his kisses as she met his gaze, her own voice trembling but steady. "Then don't stop." His dark eyes blazed with desire, and a faint smile touched his lips. "You don't know what you're asking for," he murmured, his hand slipping lower, his touch firm yet careful, as if she might disappear if he wasn't careful. "Maybe I do," she whispered, a small smile playing on her lips despite the way her heart pounded in her chest. Something in his expression softened, but the hunger in his eyes remained. She had undone him completely, and for once, he didn't want to fight it. Whatever this was, he wasn't letting go, and neither was she. For fans of forbidden love, a rebellious heroine, steamy romance, dark fantasy, a tragic past life and happy endings, this book is for you TRIGGER WARNING: This book contains R18 scenes, detailed descriptions of violence, cruelty, murder and death.

Hector Saverin (the maker and breaker of dreams), heads Red Zone, the Greatest Football/Soccer Academy in history. Over time, he has consistently failed to deliver and now, things look very grim for him but there’s a last chance. The best footballing youngsters all over the world are selected to participate in a tournament, victory assured them of a perfect footballing career start, failure however meant that they would never succeed professionally. Watch as the competition tightens in the unpredictable, daring and high stakes sports thriller. As the teams fight to survive Red Zone to save their football careers, we get an exceptional sports novel that balances action, emotion and strategy. There are high stakes matches and well developed characters in this polyphonic tale that is a must read. Give it a try, you’ll love it.

"You're breathing," 'Is he crazy?' Liora thought. 'of course I breathe.' She rolled her eyes inwardly at his stupidity but didn't dare to show it to him. Caspian kept staring at her, making Liora uncomfortable. She pulled her hand away, attempting to free herself from his grasp, but Caspian tightened his hold. "I'm not finished yet," he said before opening the door. Dear readers, Thank you for visiting my novel. I truly hope you will enjoy reading the story the way I enjoyed writing it. This story will be updated five days a week, with one chapter released. This story takes place in the world of Cogalmatory, where an obsession with wealth drives the ruthless elites. Liora, coming from a common background, finds herself trapped in their dangerous games. As she witnesses betrayal and manipulation, revenge becomes her primary instinct. Liora Valentine- Revenge became the fire that fuelled every beat of my heart. But then you appeared like a whisper in the night. Can a heart torn by vengeance also deserve the sweet embrace of love? Who am I to you? A Doll or Poison Rose? Caspian Glacier- Let me show you a dance of words and gestures that will sweep you off your feet, leaving you enchanted and wanting more. Donovan Magnum- Money is the sweet symphony of power and influence. Rules? Mere toys for the strongest. Are you ready to play by my rules, or will you be swept away by my vast empire?

WARNING: Mature Content. Winner of WPC #197 (Silver) The handmaiden's hurried footsteps can be heard in the hallway, followed by a loud slamming of the door. When we were finally left alone, Rin's calm voice can be heard, "I don't like that maid of yours, I will have to get you a new one within the week." I nodded, by this time I am used to having my handmaidens changed. He took the comb and started combing my hair, his dark eyes looking straight into my eyes, the sheer perfection of his face in contrast to my ever-plain-looking face. I looked away, I can't bear looking at it, it reminds me of the book that I'm in and how this is not a fairytale. He held me by the shoulders and asked in a cold voice, "Why do you look away? Is the idea of us still so intolerable for you?" I don't know how to answer him so I just nodded and bit my lower lip. He carried me to bed as he kissed my hair. Then, he laid me on the bed, his eyes boring through mine. "I hate that you are afraid of me, and that the idea of us is unacceptable to you. But right now, the only thing making you stay with me is fear of what I'd do if I lose you, I have no choice but to hold onto it. Forgive me Maru, I have no choice but to cherish the fear I have inflicted on you." He disrobed me, his calloused hands rough against my skin, feeling, touching, and leaving warmth where it landed. I winced every time his fingers land on a bruise, or on some of the fresh marks he placed there last night. "Do you want this?" he asked me as his fingers curled against my breasts, pinching one taut nipple after the other. I nodded, unable to deny under his skeptical gaze, I moaned in pleasure when his lips replaced his touch. His tongue licked on a pinkish bud and then sucked so very gently. "Tell me, any time you want me to stop, Maru. One word, that is all I need," he whispered and I blushed as I was reminded that I never stopped his assaults. I was powerless against my own needs, in the modern human world, it seems I am a submissive. And right here taking me in for another torturous night, is my dominant. I am married to Rin Saito, the most powerful monarch this world has ever seen, and I... I think I may have found my master in him. "Raise your hands for me, raise them above your head, and clasp them together," he whispered, his mouth barely an inch from my ear. I obliged, my body trembling from desire and fear combined, anticipating his next orders and feeling my body give in to his control. He took a silky rope he has been keeping on the drawers of the bedside table, and smiling, bounded up my wrists. "Tighter?" his sadistic smile made him a bit more benevolent in my eyes. I trembled from excitement as I nodded my head. He tightened my bind and leveled his head with mine, then he dipped his head, claiming my lips as I squirm helplessly against him. He opened my lips and slid his tongue inside my throat, my own saliva dripping down my neck. "Beautiful, my beautiful Maru," I heard him whisper as his hands continued to travel down, stroking and sliding gently down my skin until it reached my undergarments. "You shouldn't even bother with this, you know of my appetite. I told you not to wear them at night, my love, do you really want to be punished that badly?" I moaned, his lips curving in a proud smile. "I like it when you lose yourself in shameless pleasure. I like it when I can sully the princess and turn her into my queen," he claimed my lips more possessively.

The world is divided between two colossal conglomerates, with the Sky City still suspended in the heavens, and the Scorched Gold City holding the lifeblood of gold in its grip. Molten streams of gold descend from the skies, searing with heat and littered with skeletal remains. The Southern Kingdom's dynasty has reached its end, and how could the rooster on the throne ever be seen as a phoenix? The butcher's blade has been honed to razor sharpness, yet the former martial arts titan still clings tightly to the golden chains, refusing to let go. In the frigid northern lands, centuries-old glaciers begin to tremble, and the hum beneath the ice seems to whisper the secrets buried in the previous era. The sky-reaching tree burns with an eternal flame; those who revere nature kneel in submission, chanting their faith, yet unable to raise their heads to gaze upon the everlasting blaze. In the wilderness, multitudes fervently chant, "The mind triumphs over matter," unaware that shackles have already tightened around their necks. In the endless rain of the night, fleeing rabbit encounters card that changes its destiny. The moment its hand reaches out, its fate of utter destruction is sealed. Years later, will it recall its frail self on that rainy night? 【This book is not an invincible book, the combat power is constant and very stable (I have a relatively basic attribute setting for the characters that appear, so there will be no collapse of combat power in the later stage. The attribute point calculation will be made clear to everyone during the writing process) The protagonist is not a good person】

In the swamp, mosquitoes danced, and a five-meter long bay crocodile was firmly bound at the snout, its vertical pupils gleaming with ferocity. At that moment, a young man cover in mud was straddling it, and he was very modest in the face of audience's praise. "I'm Bi Fang, a professional explorer. I have trekked atop the roof of the world and traversed through the Valley of Death, and I've even challenged the mysterious Amazon. Even the National Geographic has named me the world's premier survival expert, the king of the wild at the top of the food chain, but trust me, that's all an overstatement..." Under the crimson clouds, Bi Fang silently tightened the rope in his hand and, seeing that the bay crocodile beneath him had finally stopped struggling, he pulled out the Hunting Knife and killed it with a single strike to the underside of its jaw. "Today is the second day of survival. I thought I would have to endure another hungry night, but now it seems, dinner has taken care of itself."

William awakens from the chaos of his amnesia, only to find himself in a world teetering on the brink of ruin. The skies are painted crimson, the earth shatters beneath his feet, and calamities stalk him like an unrelenting shadow. Locked within his mind lies a mysterious "Soul Prison," a realm that cages unspeakable monstrosities—and he alone possesses the power to command them. But this power is a double-edged sword, offering salvation on one hand while pulling him ever closer to destruction on the other. Who erased his memories? What dark truth lies within the Soul Prison? And most terrifying of all, why does every step forward feel as though invisible strings are tightening around him, drawing him deeper into a grand and sinister design? The path of the demon hunter is fraught with peril. Will William rise above the horrors of this cursed land and carve his legacy in blood and fire, or will he fall, consumed as yet another pawn of the endless disasters? At the end of his journey lies the truth—freedom or the abyss. The wheel of fate has begun to turn, and the epic saga of the Warlock begins!

Hwayeong’s Hilarious Struggle to Flunk Out of the Crown Princess Selection! Hwayeong’s peaceful life is turned upside down when her younger sister, inspired by rumors about the Crown Prince’s less-than-stellar appearance, submits her name for the Crown Princess selection without her consent. For Hwayeong, who loathes the very idea of stifling palace life, it’s a nightmare come to life. So, she comes up with a cunning plan: To delay her arrival at the imperial palace no matter what! However, her carefully laid plans are thrown into chaos when, out of nowhere, a galloping horse nearly tramples her. Furious at the reckless rider, she takes off after him through the bustling streets, her anger fueling every step. It’s only when she skids to a stop, heart pounding, that she looks up and realizes she’s standing before the towering gates of the very place she swore she would never go. “I won’t let this slide. Just you wait!” Confronting the rider later that evening, Hwayeong demands an apology, but instead of showing remorse, he arrogantly dismisses her complaint. Enraged, she impulsively hurls her shoe at his back in an act of defiance. Days later... Her frustration turns to horror when she learns the man’s true identity—he’s none other than the Crown Prince himself, the very focus of the competition she’s been dragged into. Though initially panicked, Hwayeong refuses to give up. Her new goal? Become such a nuisance to the Crown Prince that he’ll have no choice but to kick her out and send her back home! Unfortunately, the Crown Prince has no intention of playing along with her schemes... “You’ll rot here for six full months—completely, thoroughly, and absolutely!” Now caught in a battle of wills, Hwayeong must decide: Can she outsmart the Crown Prince and escape the confines of the palace, or will her rebellion only tighten the chains around her? #Romance #Comedy #Romanticcomedy #History #Loyalty #Prince #Unrulyheroine Text copyright ⓒ 2024 by JeongHyun All right reserved. The Korean edition was originally written by 정현, Korea Translated and Published by We’ve Lab.

Isabella Monroe thought she had hit rock bottom. Orphaned at a young age, betrayed by her own blood, and treated as nothing more than a pawn, she had learned to survive in silence. But when she crosses paths with Adrian Blackwell—a ruthless billionaire known for his unpredictable darkness—her life is thrown into a world even she couldn’t have imagined. Trapped within the gilded walls of his mansion, Isabella struggles to navigate Adrian’s dangerous moods and volatile demands. She clings to secrets of her own, haunted by the memories of her parents' mysterious death, which she suspects wasn’t an accident. When Adrian’s obsession with control tightens around her, Isabella’s past begins to unravel, revealing connections that threaten not only her life but everything Adrian has built. Why is Adrian so drawn to her? What deadly secrets lie within her family? And what will Adrian do when he learns the truth? As shadows of betrayal, revenge, and desire collide, Isabella and Adrian are thrust into a battle neither expected—and from which neither may escape. In a twisted game of survival, loyalty, and hidden truths, Isabella must decide: will she remain a pawn, or become something far more dangerous?

In a world where realms collide and supernatural beings vie for dominance, Alice, a bold and stubborn teenager, discovers she is far more than she ever imagined. The daughter of Kael, the dark ruler of the Land of the Immortals, and a powerful mermaid queen, Alice’s existence is intertwined with ancient prophecies, dangerous secrets, and an impending war that could reshape all realms. Alice’s journey begins in a prestigious school for the supernatural, where she forms unlikely alliances with Micheal, a dragon-vampire hybrid; Aliyah, her mermaid cousin and protector; and Demian, a brooding werewolf prince with a hidden connection to her. As Alice uncovers the truth about her origins and the enemies plotting against her, she becomes a beacon of hope for the oppressed and a target for those seeking to control her destiny. When Kael unexpectedly emerges from the Gate of Bael, Alice must reconcile with her enigmatic father, who harbors regrets and truths that shake the foundations of her beliefs. Together, they uncover shocking secrets, including the manipulation of Lucifer, the betrayal of trusted allies, and the mystery surrounding Alice’s frozen mother, who holds the key to an ancient power. As Alice learns to wield her extraordinary abilities—guided by Saraphina, the last mermaid elder—she is thrust into a web of conspiracies led by Lyanna, a power-hungry manipulator determined to eliminate her. Meanwhile, Alice’s bond with Demian deepens as they face shared dangers, igniting tension between their families and realms. In a world where trust is fragile and power is a dangerous weapon, Alice must navigate betrayal, love, and self-discovery. With Kael, Micheal, Aliyah, and Demian by her side, she embarks on a perilous quest to unite the realms, confront her enemies, and fulfill her destiny as the one destined to bring balance—or destruction—to all. But as the threads of fate tighten, Alice faces the ultimate question: will she rise as the savior of the realms or succumb to the darkness within?

Eternal Dusk – A Dark Apocalyptic Fantasy The world is ending—not in fire, but in an endless twilight where the screams of the fallen are swallowed by the void. The gods are gone. The heavens have rotted. All that remains is war. In the heart of this dying world, Modred stands at the edge of oblivion. A warrior born from the ashes of a broken past, his crimson eyes burn with a fury that even death cannot smother. He does not fight for hope. Hope is a lie. He does not fight for justice. Justice died long ago. He fights because there is nothing else left. Beyond the walls of Astria, the last kingdom standing, the forces of the Pantheon tighten their grip. The gods may be gone, but their shadows remain—whispering, corrupting, devouring. When the call for war echoes once more, the Deicida Squads—executioners of the divine—are sent into the abyss. Some will rise as legends. The rest will be forgotten. But in a world where death is a certainty, Modred knows one truth: You don’t pray for salvation. You carve it from the corpses of those who stand in your way. Eternal Dusk is a dark apocalyptic fantasy where brutality and vengeance walk hand in hand. In this world, there are no chosen heroes—only those willing to kill before they are killed. And when the dusk finally fades... will your name be remembered, or buried with the fallen?

he tightens his grip on her wrist, his cold, lustful eyes bore into her soul, reminding her of the vows they once exchanged. "You are mine and mine alone," he whispers, his voice dripping with dark possessiveness. But Diara is no longer the broken woman he left behind. She meets his gaze with a defiant grin, her voice steady as she declares, "I have signed the divorce papers, there’s nothing between us." But Kellan, ever the predator, smirks at her defiance, licking his lips in a way that makes her skin crawl. "I have not yet signed the divorce papers," he sneers, "It’s null and void." His words send a wave of disgust through her, but she refuses to back down. She has suffered enough—endured the heartbreak of losing countless children, the relentless torment of the Crownstar family, and the pain of loving a man who only brought her misery. Diara thought she had escaped his clutches, but now he has returned, more dangerous and determined than ever to claim her as his own. He may have broken her once, but this time, Diara is prepared to fight back. She knows that Kellan is a monster, a man who thrives on control and manipulation, and she is ready to do whatever it takes to free herself from his grasp once and for all. As the battle between them intensifies, Diara must confront the demons of her past and the dark reality of her present. In a world where love is twisted into something unrecognizable, she must find the strength to reclaim her life and protect herself from the man who once vowed to cherish her—but who now seeks to destroy her.

Claire Reed thought she married the man of her dreams, Evander Kensington, but she had no idea that their marriage was built on a lie; a family vow that trapped him by her side. His heart, however, belonged to another woman, his white lotus. No matter how hard Claire tried to win Evander’s love, he only grew colder, and his family treated her like she didn’t exist. When she lost their unborn child, Claire’s world shattered. She wanted to see Evander, but he didn't bother to check on her. Instead, he went to meet that white lotus. Unable to bear the betrayal, she decided to free Evander from this marriage, leaving behind a letter and divorce papers, claiming she now had someone else she loved! ~~~~ "You’re mine, and I’ll never let you go!” he declared, his voice dark with possessiveness. “But I don’t want you anymore! You can have Susan—I’m now in love with someone else!” Claire shot back, her words sharp and final. "You can't be with anyone. Do you even know how sleepless nights I've without you?" Evander's hold on her tightened. "I'll see how you become some else when I'll claim you," he pronounced before crashing his lips on her.