Daemon Targaryen Cloak

An Imperial Scholar by day. An assassin by night. The World of Cultivation has changed. Elemental Mancers. Flux Mancers. Spirit Mancers. Soul Mancers. Raining down fire and splitting oceans. Destroying mountains with a single stomp and calming skies with a glance. Controlling the tides of Karma, while wielding the souls of others like a puppeteer tugging on the Lines of Fate. The most mysterious of them all were Spirit Mancers, a truth that Theron was more than intimately familiar with. Due to one's Tribulation, his life was turned upside down. His family, his rage, his somber sadness becoming nothing more than Bad Karma's fuel for a madman. He was once a gentle young man, a non-combative Water Mancer who wanted nothing more than to read his novels to the sound of the rain and one day become an Imperial Scholar. But now... Everything had changed. He donned a cloak in the silent night as the clouds above gathered. Pulling its hood over his chilling blue eyes, he stalked off into the darkness. The first droplets fell. He would become the nightmare of his enemies, the blade hidden in the shadows of Heaven's tears. The River of the Night.

Delapan belas tahun, ditolak, tanpa serigala, dan buta, Zina dipanggil ke ibu kota untuk menceritakan visi kepada Raja Alpha Utara yang kejam dan ditakuti yang dikenal sebagai 'Raja yang Menobatkan Dirinya Sendiri'. Hasil dari visi 'palsu' Zina membuat Pangeran Alpha dan calon Alpha Tertinggi, Daemon, diasingkan dari ibu kota untuk berperang di perbatasan di mana hanya kematian yang menantinya di tangan Arising Rogues yang terkenal, dan Deformed yang bahkan lebih terkenal. Tapi Daemon selamat dari api, darah, dan cakar, dan bukan hanya selamat, tapi enam tahun kemudian, dia kembali sebagai Alpha Tertinggi, digerakkan oleh dendam terhadap mereka yang menjatuhkannya. Dimulai dari saudara-saudaranya yang licik, ke gadis delapan belas tahun yang kini dua puluh empat yang menghukumnya dengan hanya kata-kata belaka, Daemon bersumpah untuk meninggalkan tidak seorang pun yang tidak terluka. Namun Zina sangat sadar akan pengkhianatannya sendiri. Kini menjadi Theta untuk rumah werewolf kuat yang sama dengan yang dia berbohong secara berbahaya, dan setelah merasakan pil pahit pengkhianatan dari orang-orang yang dia berbohong secara berbahaya untuk, dia enggan menyerah pada nasibnya begitu saja. Tapi bagaimana Anda melunakkan hati seorang pria yang pernah Anda hancurkan? Dan bagaimana Anda menghancurkan seorang wanita yang dicintai oleh semua orang biasa, dan mungkin, bahkan para dewa? Daemon belajar dengan cara yang keras bahwa tidak semua dendam bisa diambil, dan tidak semua hutang bisa dipungut. Rahasia-rahasia melimpah, Werewolf yang cacat disiapkan untuk bangkit, dan kesempatan langka pada kawin kedua jatuh kepada dua orang yang paling tidak biasa. Dan sekarang, satu hal telah pasti—Daemon harus terlebih dahulu mengalahkan musuh di luar, sebelum dia bisa benar-benar menghadapi dia, yang telah menjadi musuh di hatinya.

Erghon was a middle-earth RPG phone game, and players were being spent most of their lives playing it. Its players woke up one day and found themselves in another World fighting against terrifying monsters and slaughtering each other in order to survive. Because there was only one truth in this fake artificial world. If they died there, they would die in real life too... Cloak was a lonely player in this horrible world where survival was almost impossible. He was so alone that he had to fight against the System that sacrificed everything to destroy him, and against the players who had no choice but to kill him to survive...

When Special Agent Celeste Carter goes undercover to infiltrate the deadly DeLuca crime syndicate, she never expects to find herself drawn to the enigmatic and dangerous Adrian Russo—the heir to the empire she’s sworn to take down. As she gains his trust, their game of cat and mouse turns into something far more dangerous: an undeniable connection neither of them can ignore. But when a shocking revelation shakes the foundation of everything they believed, Celeste and Adrian must choose between duty and desire, loyalty and betrayal—before the truth destroys them both.

Méfiez-vous de la langue d'une femme méchante. Car elle peut raconter un mensonge qui détruirait le monde. Zina, âgée de dix-huit ans, rejetée, sans loup et aveugle, est convoquée à la capitale pour relater une vision au roi Alpha impitoyable et redouté du Nord, connu sous le nom de 'Le Roi qui s'est couronné lui-même'. Le résultat de la 'fausse' vision de Zina pousse le prince Alpha et futur Alpha Suprême, Daemon, à être banni de la capitale pour aller combattre dans les guerres aux frontières où seule la mort l'attend entre les mains des célèbres Rogues Émergents, et les encore plus renommés Déformés. Mais Daemon survit au feu, au sang et aux griffes, et non seulement il survit, mais six ans plus tard, il revient en tant qu'Alpha Suprême, mû par la vengeance contre ceux qui l'ont fait tomber. En commençant par ses frères et sœurs rusés, jusqu'à la jeune fille de dix-huit ans désormais âgée de vingt-quatre ans qui a écrit son destin avec de simples mots, Daemon jure de ne laisser personne indemne. Cependant, Zina est bien consciente de sa propre trahison. Maintenant Theta de la même puissante maison de loups-garous contre laquelle elle a dit le dangereux mensonge, et ayant goûté à la pilule amère de la trahison par les mêmes personnes pour qui elle a dit le mensonge dangereux, elle ne veut pas encore se résigner à son destin. Mais comment faire fondre le cœur d'un homme que vous avez une fois ruiné ? Et comment détruire une femme aimée par tout le peuple, et peut-être, même par les dieux ? Daemon apprendra à ses dépens que toutes les vengeances ne peuvent être prises, et que toutes les dettes ne peuvent être recouvrées. Les secrets abondent, les Loups-garous Déformés sont sur le point de se lever, et une rare chance de second accouplement échoit aux deux personnes les plus inhabituelles. Et maintenant, une chose est devenue certaine—Daemon doit d'abord vaincre l'ennemi extérieur, avant de pouvoir vraiment affronter celle qui est devenue l'ennemi de son cœur.

The world of Anexia is rotting. The Mist has taken hold over entire continents and continues to spread, not content until the entire world is under its control. Raorka, along with his mother Zoe and father Zack, are thrust into this world after an accident. However they wake up at different parts of the world. Raorka wakes up near the Domed Town of Temuril, where inhabitants speak of the cursed dragon in the woods and the exiled witch who teaches magik...for a price. Zack wakes up near the town of Odania where the red cloaked Chianti Hunters battle against the tyrant mayor and the last Great Kingdom. Zoe awakens near the abandoned Church of Laments, where the cries of persecuted nuns echo, praying for the return of their Goddess and her blessings. Now they journey separately, desperate to reunite with each other amidst the chaos of a dying world.

People are vanishing without a trace, leaving behind only questions and chaos. Governments are clueless, authorities are helpless, and the world is drowning in panic. Leon lost everything to the disaster and vowed to hold the entity behind it accountable. That very day, he vanished, pulled into a dimension where the laws of nature reigns supreme, and the path to endless evolution is open to all races—including humans. But survival here is no easy feat. Death and danger lurk around every corner, and only the strongest can thrive. In this world, Leon gained a skill that lets him offer his kills to gain a portion of their strength and skills. Sacrificed a shambling undead. Gained a minor increase in stamina and a slight resistance to decay (increases lifespan!) Sacrificed a fiery blob. Gained the Fireball skill and minor heat resistance. Sacrificed a beast with strong lifeforce. Constitution +1. Sacrificed a blood sucker. Gained enhanced night vision and the Cloak of Shadows skill. In this cutthroat world of endless evolution, where every step forward could be the last, how long will Leon survive with his ability to grow stronger with each kill? How far will he reach? Will he become another name lost to history, felled in battle? Or will he climb up to the peak, ruling over the entire universe? Read on to find out!

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Raika used to be a Cultivator. She lived in a sect, fought in tournaments, and cultivated to spite the heavens, as a cultivator should. While she was never the strongest, fastest or wisest, she held it in her heart to never, ever give up, and to stand for her ideals. And then an Imperial Cultivator destroyed her soul organs and left her crippled. In a world with a sun made of flaming serpents, reality-defying entities running amok, and a timeless, all-knowing Emperor ruling all through the power of his Blades and the constant advances and experiments of his Divisions, Raika is less than worthless, unable to see and feel the blood of reality- but when it's surrender or madness, she chooses madness. Embarking on a new path, Raika will find strange secrets, hidden paths to transformation, and abandon humanity, sanity, and the rule of the Empire to become something far stranger and far more powerful than she ever thought possible. In a world replete with enslaved Daemons used as WMDs, reality-bending powers, eldritch-punk technology, and strange pathways of cultivation and magic, she'll have to find allies, confront gods and monster, and defy the Heavens, her own body, and common sense to find a way to become something new. Facing a millenia-old Empire rife with corruption and unknown plans, impossible horrors from the edges of the world, Daemons, Witches, and her own broken soul, she won't stop until she's become truly free- but what will it cost, and can her insanity match the madness of the reality itself?

The year is 2055, and the world is being ravaged by monsters born from the veil, called Daemons. The only hope of humanity standing against these monsters are the Demigods who possess Divine Blessings from the Celestials. Azrael Mortis was a gifted demigod chosen by Thanatos, the personification of death. He possessed extraordinary talent in battle and a work ethic that pushed his body to its very peak, but an unfortunate turn of events when he was only one year old left him with no God Aspect that would allow him to fight against the Daemons. Azrael was already prepared for a life where he would never be able to become the strongest due to his disability. But as a new chapter of Azrael's life opened, he was presented with an opportunity by Thanatos—one that would grant him the power he had desperately wanted, in exchange for his humanity. ... "I do not give out opportunities lightly, Azrael. I shall only present you with my hand once, and never again. Take my blade and become my Angel of Death, and in exchange, I shall give you power. All the power you ever wished for and more. Power beyond your wildest dreams. What is your answer?" "I don't care what I have to do. If I can become stronger, I would even sell you my soul." "Then may this oath be witnessed by the River Styx. From this moment forward, you shall be known as Azrael, the Angel of Death." ... Posting Schedule: Two chapters a day everyday except on days when extra chapters are posted along with regular ones. ... Leave a review if you like the novel and feel free to go crazy with the comments. I'll really appreciate it. Oh yeah, Powerstones and GT are the life-blood of novels so I'd appreciate everything you can give. ... For Extra Chapter requests, send Powerstones with a message and I'll see what I can do.

“I don't like judging people, but sometimes I can't help it. I don't like talking behind people's backs, but sometimes I do. I just want to live a good life, but sometimes I can't.” Love, Betrayal, Blood, but not Hatred. Only cold revenge, and a son to complete the family. "D" Section, a nonexistent military unit. "D" for dark, "D" for depth, "D"... for death. It demanded no attachment, and Daemon sacrificed love for it. Years later, the death of his teammates made him feel that he had done enough for the country, so he came back to the city he grew in. But can what has been forsaken be gained back? Because now Evelyn, the one to have breathed vitality in his numb, orphaned heart, had her own life, and a little boy calling her mother. And while he left his life full of dead bodies behind, did that life really let him go? From the ashes, will it love or... ? _ _ _ First draft of characters image on my discord, a channel for fans to get together: https://discord.com/invite/C86EJvCJdd Comment and review, don't forget.

DISCLAIMER: THIS BOOK CONTAINS MATURE ********************************** “You summoned me. Explain why.” “I—uh—” she stammered, her brain fumbling for words as her hands clutched the edge of her blanket, gripping it like it was a shield. “I didn’t mean to? I mean, I did the ritual, but I thought it was fake! I wasn’t expecting… you.” His sharp brow arched, the faintest flicker of irritation crossing his face. “You tampered with powers beyond your understanding for amusement?” “Well, when you put it like that…” she muttered under her breath, the sarcasm slipping out before she could stop it. His eyes narrowed, and her skin prickled under the intensity of his gaze. “You mortals truly have no respect for divine law. Or common sense.” “I wasn’t trying to disrespect anything!” she shot back, the pitch of her voice rising with her nerves. “I was just… having a bad day. It was supposed to be harmless fun. How was I supposed to know it would actually work?” “You didn’t,” he replied coldly, the words slicing through her feeble excuses like a blade. “And yet here I am. Bound to your foolishness.” Aurelia opened her mouth to argue, but what could she even say? “Sorry for summoning you” didn’t exactly seem like an appropriate response. Instead, she snapped her jaw shut, her fingers twisting in the blanket as her mind scrambled for a solution she didn’t have. Hades began pacing the room like a caged predator, his dark cloak trailing behind him, “Do you have any idea what you’ve done? Summoning a god…. summoning me is a violation of cosmic balance.” “Okay, I get it,” she said, the words spilling out in a rush. “Huge mistake. I’m sorry. But I didn’t mean to meddle! I don’t even know how I did it!” He stopped mid-stride, turning his piercing gaze on her once more. “The ritual you performed is ancient. Forbidden. No mortal should even possess the knowledge.” “I found it in an old grimoire,” she blurted out, desperate to explain. “At some random antique shop. It wasn’t like I planned this! It was just sitting there in a dusty box labeled ‘Summoning the Underworld.’ I thought it was some kind of gimmick. A joke!” “A joke,” he repeated. “You tampered with powers older than your species… for a joke?” “Well, I wasn’t exactly expecting results,” she said defensively. “I lit some candles, said some words, spilled a little wine—and poof! Nothing happened. It was just—” “You spilled wine?” he interrupted, his eyes narrowing further. “Yes, wine! The instructions said blood, but I wasn’t about to start cutting myself for a prank. I figured it didn’t matter. How was I supposed to know it would actually work?” Hades let out a sound that could have been a laugh, though it was devoid of humor. “And yet, here I stand, summoned by a mortal who substituted sacrificial blood with wine.” ********************************** When Aurelia stumbles upon an ancient summoning ritual and performs it out of curiosity, she unknowingly binds herself to Hades, the brooding King of the Underworld. Marked by their connection, she’s thrust into a world of gods and immortals where she doesn’t belong and where her heart becomes her greatest weakness. As Aurelia navigates the pain of unrequited emotions and the perilous politics of the divine, she uncovers the truth behind the mark she bears a power that could tip the scales of fate itself. With gods, love, and destiny at war, Aurelia must decide whether to embrace the bond that has chained her to Hades or break free from a world that was never meant for her.

In a realm where magic intertwined with reality, there existed a kingdom bound by tradition and the weight of expectation. Within its towering walls, Aria, a young princess found herself trapped in a fate she never chose. Whispers of an arranged marriage filled the air, suffocating her dreams of freedom. As the twilight descended, painting the sky in hues of crimson and gold, she made a choice—a choice that would alter her destiny forever. With her heart pounding and determination igniting her spirit, she stepped into the unknown, leaving behind the life that sought to confine her. Little did she know, her escape would lead her to the heart of the dark forest, where shadows danced and secrets lay hidden. It was here that she would encounter a figure cloaked in mystery and power, who would challenge everything she believed about love, loyalty, her own strength and power.

In a world of magic, war is always bound to happen. There are numerous realms that make up the universe. And they are under the protection of the world's mightiest warriors known as the realm guardians. These so-called guardians are individually powerful and if they combine their strength altogether, it rivals that of a God. Growing up in the human realm as an orphan, Aeriah was completely unaware that she didn't belong there. One night when she was five years old, she was alone in the backyard of the orphanage where she stays. Having just her favorite book to keep her company, she settled down to read. But as soon as she flipped the first page open, she was blinded by an illuminating flash. Soon after, a formless creature cloaked in serene white light appeared. To her surprise, it turned out to be one of the referred realm guardians. Aeriah, however, was too innocent to be enthralled. Even after all these years, Aeriah continues to recall the memory of that night. She was adopted by a noble family: the Riessevilles. Without knowing that they are a family of mages that came from another world, she would soon learn the truth that the human realm is doomed to be destroyed by the forces of the dark realm. Following their escape, Aeriah then finds herself in a whole new world; a completely different reality, with the goal to discover who she truly is.

MC reborn as Chaos God before 40k is fleshed out as he rises as the first of now five Ruinous Powers the galaxy shall burn. Mature content, Evil MC Overpowered and a Harem of Oc Daemons

In a world hidden from humanity, where every individual wields a unique magic, the balance of power is shattered by the rise of a malevolent force. Lyra Elowen, a timid village girl with seemingly insignificant light magic, lives a quiet, uneventful life—until the storm arrives. When an unnatural tempest descends upon her secluded village, it brings with it Kael Draven, a mysterious shadow mage cloaked in danger and secrets. His arrival marks the beginning of a cataclysmic series of events, as shadows corrupt the land and chaos magic begins to spread. Lyra is thrust into an unimaginable conflict, forced to abandon her home and venture into an unknown world to uncover her true destiny. But Kael isn’t the only one with answers. Along the way, Lyra encounters Elias Fynn, a warm-hearted healer whose kindness contrasts sharply with Kael's cold demeanor. While Elias offers her comfort and encouragement, Kael’s abrasive but honest mentorship challenges her to confront the weaknesses she has long tried to ignore. As Lyra trains under the enigmatic mage Selene Aldara, she discovers her light magic is far more powerful than she ever imagined, tied to an ancient prophecy about a savior who can wield the lost elemental powers. Yet, with every step forward, betrayal lurks in the shadows, and the question of trust becomes a matter of life and death. Kael’s dark past comes to light, fracturing the fragile alliance between him, Lyra, and Elias. Their relationships are further complicated by an unexpected love triangle, testing their loyalties and emotions as they face mounting dangers. Lyra’s journey is fraught with peril—deadly battles, ancient riddles, and a traitor among her closest allies. The first part crescendos in a heart-stopping climax where Lyra must embrace her nascent elemental magic to save her friends and herself. But the cost of victory is high, leaving her with more questions than answers. With her newfound power comes the weight of the world’s survival, and Lyra stands on the precipice of a destiny she never wanted, unsure of who she can trust. Part 1 ends with the shadows looming larger than ever, setting the stage for a journey filled with even greater danger, deeper betrayals, and the tantalizing hope of uncovering the truth about her magic—and herself.

In the coastal town of **Sarween**, where the waves of the sea collide with the curse of suspended time, a legend unfolds about a man imprisoned in an endless loop of guilt and oblivion. Adham, the writer who turned his heart into a ledger of lies and ghosts, battles the demons of his memory through **stone towers** that rise from the belly of the sea like divine punishment. Here, where events are born from the womb of pain, **Yara** transforms from a lost daughter into a cosmic enigma: a child who vanishes on a crimson night, only to return as mathematical ciphers that pierce the fabric of reality. Her letters are not cries for help, but calls from parallel worlds mocking humanity’s attempts to grasp time. The **twenty towers**, numbered with the blood of victims, are not mere stone—they are open books bleeding with the wounds of a past rewriting itself. Each tower is a mirror reflecting Adham’s fractured selves: a terrified child, a guilty youth, a weary old man. The **scar above the heart** is but a fiery seal reminding him that the truth is a beast fiercer than any fiction. In this world, time is a poisoned loop: the sea spits out corpses bearing identical DNA, the **white shark** devours the dreams of the past, and shattered mirrors forge parallel universes where Yara does not die… but morphs into an idea haunting her creator. This tale is not a narrative, but a morbid dance between creator and creation. Adham, who believed writing would redeem him, discovers he authored his own prison with his hands: every sentence carved a scar, every chapter lit a candle in the darkness of his conscience. This novel is not about lost time, but about a being who builds his cage from falsified memories and battles mirrors reflecting his image as a crownless executioner. Here, in Sarween, the truth is not a victim… but a killer cloaked in martyrdom. Thus unfolds the legend of **Shards of Time**: like Narcissus gazing at his reflection in the river of memory, drinking from it until death. But here, the river is a sea that regurgitates the names of victims every night, and the mirrors do not reflect faces… they devour them.

The cosmos is the universe made of two trillion galaxy, billion number of sun, trillion number of star and meteor. Within the two trillion galaxy there's a galaxy named Andromeda. A million number of star,sun and meteor made the whole Andromeda. In this constellation, there are five star, each possessing a distinct supernatural power source. They are namely Almach, Alpheratz, Mirach, Nembus and Sterrennacht. Almach known for its Circle of Nil or Nihil, Almach stands as the most powerful and largest among the five stars, radiating unparalleled energy. Alpheratz graced by the Circle of Phota , Alpheratz commands the second highest power among the stars , casting it's brilliance accross the cosmic expanse. Mirach embraced by the Circle of Anima, Mirach is celebrated as the third star, distinguished by both power and unparalleled beauty in the celestial tapestry. Nembus enveloped in the Circle of Motua, Nembus, the fourth star,holds the esteemed tittle of princess of Andromeda, embodying grace and regality. Sterrennacht cloaked in the Circle of Materia, Sterrennacht, the fifth and coldest star in Andromeda,adds a serene and frigid brilliance to the celestial ensemble. Together with the power of 5 star a powerful sorceress named Yinnifa created a planet named Stellaraether. But "There's a give in a take" Yinnifa lost her spiritual energy and her spirit is shattered in Stellaraether.

In a world where the sun never sets in Solterra and Lunareth is cloaked in eternal moonlight, a centuries-old curse binds the two kingdoms in a fragile truce. The only way to break the spell is for their heirs to unite in love — a task that has led countless royals to ruin. Princess Seraphina Solis is destined to wear the Crown of Sunlight, but she longs to break free from royal expectations. Across the border, Prince Lucien Lunaris, heir to the Moonlit Throne, struggles to save his fading kingdom from the encroaching darkness. When they meet at the Moonlight Ball, their fates intertwine in ways neither can deny. But their love alone isn’t enough to break the curse. To save their kingdoms, they must embark on a perilous quest to retrieve two ancient crowns — one forged from light, the other from shadow — and confront the dark sorcerer who cursed their ancestors. As magic, secrets, and destiny collide, Seraphina and Lucien must decide: Will they defy the curse, or will their love become another tragic legend? Two crowns. Two hearts. One curse that could shatter the world.

"Get your hands off me!" she wrestled against my grip, so I held her even tighter. "Put this on!" I groaned, toiling to keep her in place and wishing again I’d worn the damn gloves. The feel of her warm skin under my arm and palm wasn’t helping my focus. "I'm not taking you home like this!" "You don't tell me what to do!" she snapped, thrashing to break free of my hold as I fumbled with the cloak in my other hand, trying to drape it over her bare shoulders. "I'm not going home! Let me go, I said!" "Did you really think I got you out of there just to let you wander the streets, almost naked, like a lunatic?" That stopped her. "What did you call me?!" "LU-NA-TIC." "You... You…! Take your hands off me, you insolent brute!" Enraged, she yanked her arm too abruptly and lost her balance. I caught her, wrapped her in the cloak, and threw her over my shoulder. "PUT ME DOWN!" She shrieked and flailed, but I ignored her, making my way to the Commander’s house, which, thanks to Braa, was only two streets away. Since the entire population was in the square for the ridiculous festival, no one intervened at the frantic cries of the wild creature. No wonder in the ten years I've known the Commander, I've never heard that he has a daughter. She must’ve been kept locked away. Strangely, she suddenly went still and quiet. Had she grown tired, worried about attracting attention, or finally realized how inappropriate it was to show up at her parents' doorstep in this state? She didn’t seem to care before. With every step, my anxiety grew—she was limp. "Hey!" No answer. Seriously?! "Hey, you!" Nothing. A bad feeling crept over me, so I pulled her off my shoulder and into my arms. Her head fell against my chest—unconscious. "Hey! Hey, you!" I shook her, but she didn’t react. Panic surged through me. Had she fainted? Had I held her too tight? Lifting her more securely, I sprinted toward the Commander's house.

Secrets in the Shadow follows Ethan Cross, a seasoned investigator whose life is upended when a mysterious case brings him face-to-face with his darkest fears. Set in a city cloaked in secrets, Ethan delves into a labyrinth of betrayal, corruption, and hidden truths. As he uncovers a sinister conspiracy tied to his own past, Ethan is forced to confront not only the enemies lurking in the shadows but also the inner demons he thought he had buried long ago. This novel blends psychological intrigue with edge-of-your-seat suspense, weaving a tale of resilience, redemption, and the enduring battle between light and darkness within us all.

In a world where power is hoarded by the elite and honour is a currency few can afford, Asche is a nobody—or so he thought. Mocked as a beggar and burdened by rumours whispered through market stalls, he cares for only one thing: protecting his brother, Jorg. But everything changes when an uncovered secret and a prophecy name Asche as the saviour of a kingdom he loathes. Thrust into the glittering halls of royalty, he is crowned the protector of a corrupt system that has only ever crushed people like him. The nobles sneer at him, the prophecy’s true meaning is cloaked in mystery, and enemies within and without conspire to bring him down. Caught between duty and defiance, Asche must navigate a labyrinth of deceit, combat forces beyond comprehension, and decide whether to save a kingdom he despises—or let it burn to ash.

She knows nothing of her past. Her memories are a void, and her future looms as uncertain as the thick harmattan fog that cloaks the horizon. But one thing is clear: to reclaim her rightful place, she must wield vengeance as her weapon, strength as her armor, and power as her destiny. Her journey is a treacherous one, fraught with secrets, blood, and betrayal. Determined to seize the title that was stolen from her, Ann's heart hardens, her resolve unshakable — until she crosses paths with a man whose gaze is as cold and unyielding as the shadows they both seek to outrun. "What if you are unable to pay?" he asks, a trace of amusement in his voice. Ann’s response is unwavering, her eyes steely. "Then I would pay back with my body and soul." Bound by a dangerous pact, their lives intertwine in a dance of desire and deception. As the layers of Ann’s forgotten past unravel, she discovers that what was once buried refuses to stay hidden. Old enemies resurface, and new betrayals strike from the shadows, threatening to shatter the fragile ground she stands on. With each revelation, Ann is forced to confront the darkness within herself. She faces a harrowing choice: succumb to the fear that has long haunted her or embrace the predator she was born to be. When pushed to the edge, Ann’s claim is undeniable: "No one touches what's mine," she declares, her voice laced with fierce possession and unyielding determination. In a world where power is the ultimate prize, Ann refuses to be a victim. This time, she won’t run. This time, she’ll fight. Slm...

**Updates Paused Temporarily to Resume on the First Week of March; Check Chapter 292 Author’s Note For More Information. [Warning: Contains Mature Content] "Beware of the tongue of a wicked woman. For it may tell a lie that would slay the world." Eighteen-Year-old rejected, wolfless and blind Zina is summoned to the capital to tell a vision for the ruthless and feared Alpha King of the North notoriously known as ‘The King Who Crowned Himself’. The result of Zina’s ‘false’ vision has the Alpha Prince and future Alpha Supreme, Daemon, banished from the capital to fight wars at the borders where only death awaits him in the hands of the famed Arising Rogues, and the even more famed Deformed. But Daemon survives fire, blood and claw, and not only does he survive, but six years later, he is back as Alpha Supreme, driven by vengeance against those who brought him down. Starting from his cunny siblings, to the eighteen-year old girl now twenty-four who spelt his destiny with just mere words, Daemon vows to leave no one unscathed. However Zina is well aware of her own treachery. Now the Theta to the same powerful werewolf house she told the dangerous lie against, and having tasted the bitter pill of betrayal from the very people she told the dangerous lie for, she is unwilling to resign to her fate just yet. But how do you melt the heart of a man that you once ruined? And how do you destroy a woman loved by all the common people, and perhaps, even the gods? Daemon will learn the hard way that not all vengeance can be taken, and not all debts can be collected. Secrets abound, the Deformed Werewolves are set to rise, and a rare chance at second mating befalls the two most unusual people. And now, one thing has become for sure—Daemon must first defeat the enemy outside, before he can truly confront her, who has become the enemy of his heart. **** Zina's back pressed against the wall as a taut body pinned her, their warmth mingling together. Four years of deadly anticipation had culminated into that very moment. His whispers caressed her ear, sending shivers that had nothing to do with the chill in the air down her spine. “Since you see visions so well, tell me Theta of my house, do you see the day you will die?” His breath ghosted over her skin, reminding her of a debt to be collected. Swallowing and maintaining a tight grip on her staff despite the body that burned against hers, she answered firmly. “I am afraid the gods haven’t shown me yet.” The man over her smiled shrewdly. His lips grazed her ear, his hot breath sending waves of sensation. “I believe in all of the names I have been called, one of them is god. So let me tell you that which you do not know… “…today is the day you will die.”

Fallion Drake Blood is the twin Brother of Fordragon Drake Blood A twin Daemon and Sons of arch duke Drake Blood after the passing of their parents both were saperated how will the twins yet different child interact with this Unknown World that their father decided to dwell?

Her soul is his to claim, her heart is hers to protect. Marcella Valemont is the alluring but resentful, selfish and ambitious daughter of the head priest. Forced into a cold marriage with the blackbellied Duke Berith, she longed for power and would stop at nothing to claim the crown—even if it meant seducing the incorruptible Crown Prince Lucian and tearing down the empire’s most virtuous house. She ruthlessly parleys her charm and cunning into becoming the Queen. But, power came with a price. Her ruthless schemes led to betrayal, rebellion, and ruin- an empire on its knees, a virtuous king destroyed, and a rebellion led by the man she discarded. Desperate and full of regret, she barters her life with the Duke to save Lucian. In an interesting turn of events, she gets to go back in time to fix her wrongs, save the man who was ruined because of her and hopefully stop the bloodthirsty rebel Duke Berith. She finds herself reborn as her 18-year-old self with a chance for a do-over. She vows to do better this time, to steer clear of the bastions of power and the malevolent Berith. Secrets long buried begin to surface, and Marcella discovers that her former husband is far more than he seems—a man cloaked in darkness, harboring a purpose that threatens everything she holds dear. They say second chances come with thorns and to fix the past, Marcela must trust the devil who destroyed it.

One thing Manziholet could not tolerate, sort of like ignorance or getting punched in the liver, was being ordinary. Ordinary was what failure called itself to feel better. Quite fortunately, then, that his life was anything but. For starters, his mother loved him so much, she had gladly sent him on death missions over dinner. It was her idea of effective motherhood, and Manziholet respected her for it, as he did with his father and twin brother who had taken a strategic separation from the family for the greater good. Meanwhile, both the Church and the government were preparing to wrestle for dominance, even though the world had yet to recover from the Ternary Strife – a conflict that had shattered entire planets and claimed trillions of lives. Presumably, they were very eager to extend the long line of ‘oops’ that was humanity’s history. To top it all off, seraphs and daemons were eyeing to once again invade the material world, tearing open the fabric of reality itself, and unleashing their immense power upon all existence. They might find allies among the downtrodden of humanity, who were very eager to burn the old system down and dance on its ashes. In the center of all was Manziholet himself, a Seraphist destined for greatness, the inheritor of an ancient plan, arguably a genius and definitely a cheater and liar with a robust disdain for authority in all its forms. As history shifted, Manziholet stood as the harbinger of its next great leap – one that would be his to control.

the legend of a lost crown and the heir who vanished with it has lingered for centuries. Eldros' once-glorious capital lies in the heart of mist-shrouded mountains, where only whispers of its past greatness remain. The land of Varyndor, now fractured by war, corruption, and untold darkness, has forgotten the true heir to the throne—a monarch who could unite the realms and bring peace. The story follows a lone wanderer, cloaked in shadow, who carries a sword stained with the sins of their past. With no memory of their true heritage, they are driven by visions of a long-forgotten prophecy: a mysterious wanderer will return to reclaim the Shattered Crown and restore balance. As they journey through desolate ruins, cursed valleys, and blood-soaked battlefields, the wanderer faces not only the treacherous remnants of Eldros' enemies but also the ghosts of their own haunted history. As the wanderer's quest brings them closer to the hidden capital, they uncover secrets that bind them to the ancient magic of the land—and to the royal bloodline they never knew they belonged to. However, the closer they come to claiming the crown, the more they realize that the real danger lies not in the fractured lands, but in the shadow of their own past, long buried but never forgotten. In a world where the lines between friend and foe blur, the wanderer must decide whether they are fated to restore the kingdom—or if the very throne they seek is cursed beyond redemption. A tale of destiny, self-discovery, and the struggle against a dark past, The Shattered Crown is a journey through a world ravaged by time and magic, where the greatest enemy may be the truth itself.

In this world where a secret war between Daemons and humans with supernatural powers called Miracle’s battle for supremacy. An ancient order called The Inquisitors recruit five young miracle users who must make their way in this harsh world. Follow our hero’s as they fight Daemons, other miracle users, and dark unknown forces. Will they survive and discover the origins of creation or will they parish one by one.

Title: The Seclusion of Pens For six long years, Pens had lived in isolation, hidden away in a secluded mountain retreat where time seemed to stretch endlessly. The walls of her small cabin were lined with books, maps, and remnants of a life she barely remembered. The only sounds were the rustling trees and the occasional howl of the wind through the narrow valley. She had once been someone—someone important, perhaps even powerful—but now, she was just a ghost, forced to pretend she was dead to the world. She had never been given the full truth, only fragments of explanations whispered to her before she was taken away. "For your safety," they had said. "For the greater good," they had insisted. But what was this greater good that required her to vanish from existence? Why did she have to live like a shadow, watching the world from the edge of oblivion? Pens had spent years trying to piece together the mystery of her exile. Was she a fugitive? A missing heiress? A pawn in some unseen war? Every possibility seemed more absurd than the last. She had trained in secret, sharpening her mind, her body, and her instincts, preparing for the day she could break free. But the world had not forgotten her entirely—there was still the promise. Every six months, a messenger arrived at dusk, cloaked in secrecy, delivering a single cryptic letter. Sometimes, it contained nothing more than a warning. Other times, it offered hints of the life she had left behind. But always, without fail, it ended with the same words: "You may go out once. Just once." It was a cruel allowance—one fleeting night of freedom before returning to her prison. Each time, she ventured beyond the mountains, blending into crowds, searching for answers. Each time, she returned with more questions than before. As the sun set on another six-month mark, Pens stood at the threshold of her hidden world, gripping the newest letter in her hands. This time, it was different. The words on the page were urgent, almost desperate: "You must leave. Do not return. The promise is broken." Her heart pounded. For the first time in six years, she wasn’t just being given a night of freedom. She was being told to run.