Muscle Yatta

What happens when a BL fangirl wakes up smack in the middle of her favourite BL story? Naturally, you'd expect her to fangirl from the sidelines, cheering for the MCs like the dedicated shipper she is. But plot twist—she’s now a guy. And not just any guy—a ridiculously handsome guy! After spending an embarrassing amount of time winking at her own reflection and flexing muscles she never had before, she decides, “Why just watch the romance when you can be the romance?” Armed with good looks, charm, and way too much insider knowledge of every trope imaginable, she sets out to conquer every character in the story, including the MC she used to fangirl over. But wait… Does this make her gay? Or straight? Or just hopelessly in love with her own fictional fantasy? Frankly, she’s too busy causing chaos (and enjoying it) to care. PS: There is smut, and it's reverse harem :3 Bonus 20 chapters for every spaceship For a castle, I will write tailored smut scenes with kinks of your choice between the MC and Male lead(s) of your choice. (wink wink can be a threesome) and it will be at least five chapters long. [NO RAPE or torture- learning my Master Zhi] The mpreg part is more of a side story (like what happens after "the end"), not in the main story, so you can skip that part :3 The main story is just about Riven and the MLs. No babies in the main story hehe!

"Let me take a look." The handsome professor, with his broad shoulders and powerful muscles, lifted me effortlessly and placed me on the desk. His strong hands gently lowered the strap of my uniform to examine the bruise from training. "Helanie! Why do you always end up hurt?" His voice grew husky, sending a shiver down my spine as I struggled to catch my breath. I had to remind myself that he’s my professor... and my stepbrother. I shouldn’t be seduced by his touch. "If anyone bullies you again, come to my office and I will deal with them," he murmured, his beautiful eyes locking onto mine. Despite knowing he’s forbidden, I couldn’t help but wonder—should I tell him about the mate bond I felt the night he was drunk? .. When her parents rejected each other, Helanie went from being her daddy's angel to a neglected and forgotten child. But on her eighteenth birthday, things took a dark turn. When her body went into heat, she attracted a group of alphas. Instead of rescuing her, her secret alpha boyfriend ran away. That night changed Helanie’s life forever. Accused of consenting to the attack, she was sentenced to execution by her own pack. Desperate, she fled, determined to find her mother. What she didn’t expect was to find her mother preparing to marry a rogue king with four dangerously handsome and beastly sons. Things turn even darker when she felt a mate bond with her bully stepbrothers, will she be able to escape their claws or their seduction will ruin her life to next extremes? .. Facebook - Alexis Dee

=== WSA 2025 === Way, way, and very way before I was even born, my world was invaded. Actually, not just my world, my entire damn universe was overrun by another, led by a single race that called themselves the Eternals. And they were prepared. Very prepared. Every life we lost in the war against them was used by them. They didn’t just kill people, they captured their souls, forged them into Phantoms, and used the souls to twist beasts into Abominations. Our dead became their army. Three hundred years later, I was born. A guy with way too much energy. Sitting still? Impossible. Taking it slow? Not happening. I was always moving, always ready to burst into action. Then I awakened, and got a talent too. My Talent's Name Was Generator. Because of it I never ran out of energy. Ever. My muscles? Supercharged. My healing? Faster. My stamina? Please, I had no idea what being tired even felt like. So if the universe wanted to throw an endless war at me? Fine. I’d throw everything I had right back. I wasn’t born a hero. Never wanted to be one. But this war? It wasn’t just my universe’s fight anymore. It was mine. The Eternals made sure of that when they took my parents' souls.

Mature[R–18+] In the hidden corridors of power where desire and danger intertwine, Valeria Ivanov—the beguiling daughter of a notorious mafia don—learns that seduction is her deadliest weapon. Tasked with a mission that pits her against the equally formidable Adrian DeLuca, the enigmatic heir of a rival crime family, she enters a world where every whispered promise and stolen touch could be fatal. Adrian, a master strategist renowned for his icy reserve, finds himself drawn to her intoxicating blend of danger and seduction, his calculated facade slowly melting beneath the heat of their forbidden encounters. As secret trysts evolve into nights of raw, unbridled passion, the boundaries between duty and lust blur. Every clandestine rendezvous is a battle between their relentless ambition and the exquisite pleasure of surrendering to temptation. Amid the decadent backdrop of blood-soaked loyalty and whispered betrayals, Valeria struggles with the growing conflict between her mission and the irresistible allure of a love that promises both ecstasy and ruin. In a world where trust is as fragile as a whispered secret and every caress could conceal a knife, Beneath the Crimson Veil is an erotic journey into the depths of passion, power, and betrayal. Here, the price of desire is steep, and the stakes are life and death—leaving both hearts and empires forever transformed by the flames of a forbidden love. Excerpt: The dim glow of the city lights cast jagged shadows across Adrian’s sharp features as he leaned against the edge of his desk, arms crossed, his gaze a storm of suspicion and something darker—something far more dangerous. Valeria stood across from him, her expression an intoxicating mix of defiance and amusement. She had perfected the art of playing innocent, but tonight, something in Adrian’s eyes made her heart pound in warning. “You’re up to something,” he said, voice low and measured, like the edge of a blade pressing against silk. She arched a brow, taking slow, deliberate steps toward him, her heels clicking against the hardwood floor. “Oh?” she mused, tilting her head. “And what exactly am I up to, amore mio?” Adrian’s jaw tightened. “You tell me.” A slow smirk curled her lips as she invaded his space, her fingers lightly grazing the lapel of his jacket. “You don’t have proof.” His eyes darkened, flicking down to where her fingers toyed with the fabric. “I don’t need proof,” he murmured. “I see it in your eyes. The way you watch me. Like you’re calculating your next move.” Valeria chuckled, the sound soft, teasing. “And here I thought you were the one watching me.” She dragged her nails lightly down his chest, feeling the way his muscles tensed beneath his tailored suit. “You want proof?” His hand shot out, gripping her wrist, but his touch wasn’t rough—it was deliberate, commanding. “Yes.” His voice dropped lower, nearly a whisper. “Prove it.” The challenge hung between them, thick with tension. Her pulse hammered in her throat, but she didn’t hesitate. She reached up, her fingers threading into his dark hair as she closed the space between them, her lips grazing his—soft, testing, before she deepened it.

~Updates Daily~ (usually near 8PM ET / 1AM GMT) Other Tags: #GL #Slice of Life #Comedy #TheStrongActingWeak #ChildhoodSweethearts (It counts!) Single love interest Yuri! No lengthy misunderstandings over this fact~ --- After failing to ascend to the heights of Divinity despite all her preparations, an ancient cultivator finds herself not embracing the emptiness of the void - but the interior warmth of a womb. Her memories intact despite her spirit being a merest fraction of her height - and her trusted Astralism unchanged - she carefully starts over from an infant. How to navigate her family: [really easy with only two parents and an estate full of servants!] How to portray herself: [everyone likes 'sweet' kids and trusts (underestimates) 'weak' girls!] How 'quickly' to reveal the power she gathers: [this region is a 'backwater', let's just take it slow~] How her marriage was arranged before birth: [my parents adore me so at an appropriate time I'll just have it cance- oh?] Dealing with an 'amusing' deceit: ['he' looks worried still, but 'he' doesn't have to worry from me!] Confronting the 'boy' in private: [whatever their iffy plan is, I just obtained a husband-wife~] Even in a new life, | Elua er Goltbred | can't and doesn't *want* to change who she really is. A scheming cultivator. A possessive lover. Neither of those things had been a real hindrance to the Peak of Demi-God. Balancing the two in this life - without driving away the young 'boy' she decided would be hers - centers as much around helping | Qatrand er Yecine | find herself... as it is hoping to ease the fiance into how messed up the 'younger' girl honestly is. It's a good thing that the reborn cultivator can improvise with her ridiculous control of an Illusion Astralism - because plans fail and unexpected things happen when you're not *really* a genius. Like her Physique in this life allowing the lightest 'grip' to crack stone... | Qat | (the nickname picked almost instantly!) despite being a little stunted by her family environment early on, finds her future wife to be 'cute' on their first meeting. ... she really shouldn't have let on. It made her | El | kind of vain. Oh, and muscles. | Elua | : I just like looking at them, okay!? Is it so weird? People can have hobbies... - - - > Types of Cultivation // Spiritual (Soul), Physical (Body), Essence (Qi) > Aspect Trinity // Astralism, Physique, Element 'Ranks' Initial - Early, Mid, Late Lower Realms // Enchanter, Primalist, Breacher Upper Realms // Defier, Demi-god, Divinity - Echelons (First -> Seventh[Peak]) - - - Cover Art: AI Text Prompt Generation + title (etc.) added with an image editor. I also tend to do other 'fixes' in post! Potential trigger warnings: > A FL that may seem (to some) like they are being groomed due to 'true age' difference. > A MC that gets a little 'thirsty' a little 'young' but tries to 'keep her own pants on' until the proper age. > A toxic family environment willing to force an unloved child into the role of a crossdresser. A child that grew more than okay with it. > 'Pretty Good Dad' intentionally 'picked on' by his 'sweet daughter' for being a relatively 'minor obstacle'. Seriously, you were warned, average fathers with teenagers. Do not engage your trauma.

Nova scrambled backwards, panting hard, her short locks clinging to her damp forehead as she watched this predator stalk towards her. The vibrant and lively forest hushed, almost holding its breath to watch the scene unfold. Great, she had an audience for what would surely be a gruesome death. Death looked... a little... rugged and in nothing but a loin cloth, defined by slabs of muscle, a trail of hair leading down to such a small piece of cloth to hide a large- A spine-chilling growl snapped her gaze back up to meet his golden-red eyes, fiery, and intense, glaring at Nova as he slammed his hands either side of her head. Pieces of bark crumbled down from the impact. "I told you not to run..." He threatened, his eyes piercing hers, his voice more guttural than she'd heard from any male. His eyes clenched shut as his body trembled. "My instinct is to always stalk, always chase... until I get what I want.." Their faces were inches apart. She could feel his hot breath fanning her face. The forest was humid and hot, and his body was so close to hers that it was almost unbearable. The gruff voice, those words and the intensity of those eyes that reminded her of sunsets caused goosebumps to flourish across her arms. "What do you want?" Nova swallowed, not recognising her voice. She was so out of her depth. His chest rumbled, and more bark crumbled down from behind her head. "You..." Her breath hitched. "To. Do. As. You're. Told." - Paradise was what Nova Winslow was promised when her boyfriend whisked her away to Isla De Tayun, the perfect getaway for their busy lives. It was untouched, pristine, a hidden gem. But it had remained that way for a reason. The island doesn’t want visitors. And neither do the natives. What should have been a romantic retreat, drinking from coconuts and lounging on white-sandy beaches together, turns into a holiday from hell. Mid-argument with her soon-to-be ex, Nova stumbles into a lake. When she resurfaces, her boyfriend, the path she came from, and the resort have vanished. Alone, stranded, and with little survival skills, Nova has only a wet phone with no signal, a pair of heels, and an irrational fear of bats—which are everywhere. She is out of her depth when she falls into a mystical world of beasts. Hunted by tribesmen, stalked by beasts that shouldn't exist, and hearing animals speak, she has no choice but to trust the wild beast the forest itself fears—Yoa, a wanted man. Together, they flee the tribes pursuing them all while battling her growing attraction to Yoa. Can she survive the wild and make it back to her civilised life? Or will she lose herself to the untamed world—and to the man who belongs to it? #Beast #Ssssteamy #Adventure #Mythical #R18 -- THERE WILL BE MATURE CONTENT!! -- If you are enjoying the story, please vote with a power stone, leave comments and review! -- Cover Image: In the middle of getting one commissioned. My Instagram: @kelly_starrz My new discord server: https://discord.gg/MHMdRRqUYa

"Greetings, Scalers... beware of all of this around you. A game that will carve its name in history... (glitch sounds!) in the shifting dimensions of fantasy and reality, this game emerges in between... fighting, thriving to live, killing, murderers, emperors are born within, find the *****. Wake up! (Siren sounds!)” With tears running down his eyes, a young man in his twenties witnessed an ominous part of the trailer of a game that will eventually shift both Fantasy and Reality together. A game were leveling system is all about training various aspects, fighting AI mobs and bosses, collecting various resources, discovering secrets, and rising with your own scale. On his way to glory, carving his name in history, suffering and agony were always right ahead of him. He was shattered, corrupted, destroyed. Being chained inside a fragile body with shattered veins and muscle fibers along with a corrupted mind. A trial that had fun playing with his nerves, destroying every bit of his body. A trial that was only stated for Death. Pain has never left his senses, yet he was thriving to kill. Even himself! He murdered himself, he feasted on his flesh, and crushed his bones into white powder. The Harbinger of Destruction, the Crimson Herald of Death, and the Shadow emperor were titles he obtained out his inhumane demeanor in the game. Until he managed to create his own weapon. A weapon that doesn’t shift between Fantasy or Reality, but Emerges from within. A weapon that washes the whole world with utter darkness, a power to behold. The “Fallen Shadows”

Samantha never expected to find magic in her hometown, let alone in a dimly lit bar on a rainy Tuesday night. Yet here she was, perched on a barstool at the Black Swan, her world about to tilt on its axis. The air thrummed with an otherworldly energy she couldn't quite place. Ethereal dancers moved like smoke across the floor, their bodies fluid and mesmerizing. As Samantha nursed her drink, she felt the weight of curious stares prickling her skin. That's when she saw him. Marcus. A name she didn't know yet, but one that would soon be etched into her very soul. Their eyes locked across the crowded room, and Samantha's breath caught in her throat. He moved with predatory grace, all lean muscle and barely restrained power. Their first interaction was as intoxicating as it was bewildering. One moment, he was her gallant protector, rescuing her from an overly aggressive drunk. The next, his eyes hardened to chips of ice as he snarled, "Stupid girl," before melting into the shadows. Samantha's mind reeled, but her body hummed with an excitement she couldn't explain. Little did she know, this encounter was merely the first step into a world beyond her wildest fantasies – a realm where vampires ruled the night and pain blurred exquisitely with pleasure. As she delved deeper into this hidden society, Samantha found herself drawn to the intoxicating blend of power, submission, and supernatural allure. The crack of a whip, the whisper of leather, the exquisite sting of fangs – each sensation pushed her boundaries and ignited desires she never knew existed. But with every ecstatic high came the sobering reality of danger. Vampire politics were as deadly as they were intricate, and Samantha soon realized she was a pawn in a game where the stakes were life, death, and eternal servitude. As she left the Black Swan that night, Samantha couldn't shake the feeling that she stood on the precipice of something life-changing. She had no idea how right she was, or how deeply she would fall into a passionate, dangerous dance with forces beyond her imagination. The real question was: in this world where pleasure and peril intertwined so intimately, would she emerge empowered... or lose herself completely?

Lady Jenna has lived her whole life as a puppet. And her father? He pulled the strings. She had to do everything to make him proud...to please him! that even when he asked her to let go of her first love, Lady Jenna did let go, and she was married off to a man she'd never known before. A man who, in every sense and breath, became her worst nightmare. It wasn't a beautiful nightmare, like the ones read in books, no. He'd hit her every night- her so-called husband. He became her worst fear, that she didn't even want to remember his name, and the word husband scared her. Most importantly, men. Jenna became afraid of men. She wanted to run, hide, or die even- if that would help her escape from this hell. But... society. They would turn and judge. They would raise their brows and curse her. They wouldn't look at the scars on her body. Not that Jenna would let them. She had become insecure after constant nights of tears and getting hit. But these people, they wouldn't care until she decided to leave the marriage. And when the opportunity came knocking at her window, Jenna grabbed it, abandoned her marriage, and set out for a different life. It was difficult for a girl who had always been sheltered, but she needed to survive. She didn't want to go back. Everything changed that night... a rainy ni—wait, it was a normal night. No rain, just a soft breeze, and Jenna stumbled upon this stranger... He had no memory of his past, and his mind was trapped in the age of seven!! A full-grown man, with muscles enough to snap Jenna in two, now behaving like a child? Following Jenna around and calling her Master. "Master, you own me now, right?" "Yes, I am your master, and you are mine," Jenna nodded with a smile. Writing this novel for all women looking for their own voice in marriage and relationships. The romance is fluffy and sunshine throughout. The Male lead fell first and fell harder (a yandere) Book is also fast-paced. Book cover check out Veness on Patreon. Thank you!

Lee Wooyun had always been a fan of romance fantasy books and films, especially those set in historical times with kings and queens, dukes and duchesses, and the like. His friends were well aware of his obsession and recommended a book that had recently been making waves on social media. The book was titled My Charming Demon Lord. At first, Lee Wooyun was hesitant. Unlike the fantasies he usually read, which were often set in Western historical settings, this one was different. However, his friends assured him he would enjoy it. Not wanting to reject their gift, he decided to give it a try. That night, he found himself unable to put the book down, reading almost the entire thing in one sitting. "Those guys were right! It’s amazing! A Cinderella-like fairytale set in a murim/cultivation world? It’s too good!" He couldn't help but imagine how incredible it would be to take the female lead Han Seo-yoon’s place—starting from such a miserable beginning only to end up in the arms of the surprisingly sweet and gentle demon lord. I wish I could take her place. That night, as he drifted off to sleep, the book he had left open on his desk began to emit a golden glow. The pages flipped backward, returning to the very first chapter, and its contents began to change as well. The title My Charming Demon Lord pulsed with a piercing red light, and before Lee Wooyun could even react, his surroundings shifted. The next morning, instead of waking up wrapped in his expensive velvet duvet—the one he had spent hundreds of dollars on—he found himself in a dimly lit room, lying on a pile of hay and straw. His back ached horribly, like he had actually slept on a pile of hay and straw. "What in the world…?" he muttered, rubbing his sore muscles. "Where in the hell am I? And why does it smell like cow dung in here?!” *** This is the story of how a fantasy-genre enthusiast ended up inside one of the books he had wished for—without realizing just how dangerous that wish would be. "I guess it’s true what they say: Be careful what you wish for."

===WSA2025 ENTRY=== Meet Mateo, a fight seeking hunk of muscle from one of the richest families in the world, and like all the other greats, he is an OTAKU. So what would happen when every Otaku's dream come into reality, with the appearance of dungeons and the confirmation of fantasy races?? Why don't you follow Mateo on his journey to find out, after all, what could go wrong when a 17 year old who becomes one of Earth's strongest decides to explore the universe. *300 powerstones = 1 extra chapter *500 powerstones = 2 extra chapters ----------------------------------------------- Join my discord to lodge any complaints, offer suggestions or just to chat. https://discord.gg/8vRTcaaZ

Faced with inevitable annihilation, Humanity was forced to evolve and awaken unique abilities.With many loss on both sides a peace treaty was handed in placed serving as a crossroad of peace for both parties. The world powerhouses having had enough of earth being looked down upon by other beings swore to protect earth and it's inhabitants.This fuel of determination eventually turned them into training up awakened. once an awakened is born,their life is plunged into a world of pain and hardwork.Lacking both talent and hardwork as an awakened labels you as a trash. In Present time,Arthur,a teen who's ability has been dubbed as the world's trashiest, one's which purpose makes him dry up blood.A pathetic ability wouldn't you say so right?. His life however takss a drastic turn when he's discovered by a system bound to be limitless,destined to wield great rule and become the saviour and ruler of the universe. °°°° "What's that strange light heading here" Before he could even move a muscle a white ball of light pierced through his body. [Does host wish to awaken the limitless system]

her entire life, everyone around her was obsessed with strength, with power, never content with what they had, always wanting more, always wanting what she had. they were idiots. she thought, and often. I mean, did they not realize that the pinnacle, is lonely? do they not understand how much pain, how much blood, broken bones, and near-death experiences she'd gone through just HAVING, not even using, but just HAVING, her godlike power? hell, just activating it when she was a kid, broke every single bone in her body over and over and over again. it tore every single muscle, popped blood vessels, strained her very skin far past its limits. and that was just her standing still. it took most of the 18yrs of life she'd lived, for her to use 50% of her ability without exploding her body into multiple pieces, and just that 50% made her a God to these people. that, without even knowing her struggle, flocked around her, parading her curse as a gift. it was disgusting, she usually sneered to herself. and yet, despite the horror it put her through, the boredom, the isolation, the fact that it essentially made her, not quite human, I mean, what human can shrug off bullets like they aint shit while their ability is INACTIVE?! yes, you heard me right, without even using her ability, just her body alone, her, "power", her strength, is already on par with the world's strongest ability users. anyways, despite ALL THAT, a time was coming where not only she herself would become dependent on unlocking that final 50%, but the rest of the world would too. which, for someone so far at the top, she can't even begin to SEE second place, someone lacking all motivation to improve, is gonna be quite the challenge. so, do stick around to see whether or not this overpowered lazy slob gets her shit together, and decides on if she wants to save the world or not. *sigh*................. we're all fucked, aren't we?

She was never supposed to love him, he was the one person she despised, but for how long could she deny the flutter and Sparks he made her feel. ******* She is an assassin, the princess of the witches, sent to marry the Vampire King with one purpose—to kill him and secure her clan’s victory in a war that has raged for centuries. He is Rhydian, the brooding king burdened by his father’s bloody legacy, forced into the alliance to protect his people from the looming Dragon Empire. Rhydian distrusts the witches, while Seraphina resents the vampires, but neither is prepared for what fate has in stall. As they face palace intrigues, ancient prophecies, and brewing rebellion, their indifference begins to shift into something neither expected—love, an emotion they both try to deny, but is impossible to ignore. I won't call this an enemies to lovers because she is the only one who hates him, also...this will contain R18 scenes, I'll always highlight that on every chapter so you can skip if you want. A/N: I hope you all will stick with me till the end, feel free to check out my other book, I'm in love with a grim reaper, you might like it, I hope you do. Excerpt; Her fingers brushed against his forehead before he could react, her warm palms cupping both sides of his face as she studied him intently. His breath hitched at the sudden intimacy, his heart giving an involuntary stutter. What the hell was she doing? His gaze traced over her face, mapping every detail—the sharp glint of her violet eyes, the delicate curve of her nose, and her lips... God, her lips. Plump, red, slightly parted as she assessed him. He wanted to taste them again, to claim them fully. "Your fever seems to be coming down," she murmured, tilting her head slightly. "My blood really did the trick, I see..." His jaw clenched. Did she have to check his temperature this way? There were plenty of other ways to do it—ones that didn't involve tempting him with that mesmerizing face of hers. She started to pull her hands away, but before she could, he caught her wrist, stopping her. She looked up at him, startled. "If you wanted to check my temperature, you could've done so in a simpler way," he said, his lips curving into a playful grin. He tugged her closer, his grip firm but gentle. "Are you trying to seduce me, Purple?" Her heartbeat stuttered against his chest. He could hear it. Feel it. Then, to his surprise, she didn't pull away. Instead, a slow, wicked smile spread across her lips. She leaned in, her body pressing against his just enough to make his muscles tense. "What if I am?" she whispered, deliberately biting her bottom lip. Rhydian's breath caught. The last of his control snapped. "You asked for it," he growled. In the next second, he crashed his lips against hers. The kiss was deep, desperate, consuming. His hand tangled in her hair, tilting her head to deepen the angle as his tongue swept into her mouth, claiming her fully. She responded instantly, matching his hunger with equal fervor. She wasn't perfect at kissing yet—he could tell she was still learning—but she made up for it with pure intensity, and damn if it didn't make his blood boil. His other arm wrapped around her waist, pulling her flush against him as his lips moved against hers with feverish need. His tongue tangled with hers, teasing, tasting, drinking her in as if she were the only thing that could satiate him. He bit down softly, drawing a gasp from her, and that little sound sent a violent pulse of arousal straight through him. He was already rock hard, aching with need. He hadn't touched a woman since the marriage arrangement was made. Maybe that was why he was losing control so easily. Or maybe it was just her. Maybe it had always been her.

Van and his friend Magus had reincarnated in another world with magic. Tasked to kill the demon lord, they set forth. Van was granted very rough skills that made life for him in that world a living hell, yet he muscled through. Magus however, was bestowed with unfair skills. Due to some of said skills, he gained a harem, which in time, included the girlfriend Van made in the world. After beating the Demon Lord, and after finding out his girlfriend had been stolen from him, he got very upset and so he went to propose to... The Demon Lord...!?

"Speak, where did you learn this skill from." Mira got down straight to business, A'ting was lying there unable to move even a muscle. A'lo quickly destroyed a summoning bead and headed to help A'ting. Despite knowing, she was an opponent they won't be able to defeat. They wouldn't give up nor accept any humiliation inflicted upon them or that'll reflect too poorly to their master was their mindset. Kryll sensing that his disciples were in trouble he quickly rushed out of the inn. When he reached, the two of them were laid there beneath the foot of Mira. All the things he had once thought back in the inn felt like a lie. He was consumed by anger, his two disciples had been beaten to the point of being crippled. A'lo's foundation was destroyed while A'ting was still struggling to breathe. Without uttering a single sentence, Kryll went and attacked Mira unleashing his blade. Mira had already sensed the killing aura and when Kryll had attacked she quickly countered it. But the impact send her flying a few feet away. She was surprised someone younger than her had managed to push her back. While she was in thought, Kryll quickly stuffed in a pill in each of the two and started healing them. "You think I'll watch you heal members of the demon? Not a chance!" Mira snapped and slashed forward. Kryll expecting all of it took hold of the two and teleport away. No matter how angry he was, he won't risk the life of the two as long as they had hopes of surviving. A'ting recovered enough energy to sit up but A'lo had completely been crippled. At this moment, the stage was currently in shambles while soldiers crowded the area. "Search for the three! Kill those who shelter them!" Mira gave out her orders firmly to the surrounding guards which quickly dispersed. "A'ting, take care of your brother and don't worry, I've placed a formation here, so you won't be harmed as long as you're in this house." "Master, disciple will heed your words!" A'ting quickly knelt and watched his master leave the house. Kryll was determined this time, he would definitely teach that girl Mira to know how to appreciate life. He was afraid she might stoop down so low she would fall. He didn't understand why he was concerned for her. Furthermore, he was angered, yes, but he still can't bring himself to even think of killing her which disturbed him deeply. He approached Mira who was still inspecting the stage, she had no clue how he disappeared every time but she knew she had to get to the bottom of it, or she'll never be able to kill the demon. "Are you sure you want to expose your back to an enemy?" Kryll said still a trace of anger in the words he was emitting. Like he said, if he had just attacked as soon as he arrived. He had a high chance of inflicting fatal damage to her. Mira was surprised, she hadn't been paying attention and she also knew she had a chance of dying if he had attacked which made her more vigilant. "Speak, where did you learn this skill from." Mira got down straight to business, A'ting was lying there unable to move even a muscle. A'lo quickly destroyed a summoning bead and headed to help A'ting. Despite knowing, she was an opponent they won't be able to defeat. They wouldn't give up nor accept any humiliation inflicted upon them or that'll reflect too poorly to their master was their mindset. Kryll sensing that his disciples were in trouble he quickly rushed out of the inn. When he reached, the two of them were laid there beneath the foot of Mira. All the things he had once thought back in the inn felt like a lie. He was consumed by anger, his two disciples had been beaten to the point of being crippled. A'lo's foundation was destroyed while A'ting was still struggling to breathe. Without uttering a single sentence, Kryll went and attacked Mira unleashing his blade. Mira had already sensed the killing aura and when Kryll had attacked she quickly countered it. But the impact send

"Speak, where did you learn this skill from." Mira got down straight to business, A'ting was lying there unable to move even a muscle. A'lo quickly destroyed a summoning bead and headed to help A'ting. Despite knowing, she was an opponent they won't be able to defeat. They wouldn't give up nor accept any humiliation inflicted upon them or that'll reflect too poorly to their master was their mindset. Kryll sensing that his disciples were in trouble he quickly rushed out of the inn. When he reached, the two of them were laid there beneath the foot of Mira. All the things he had once thought back in the inn felt like a lie. He was consumed by anger, his two disciples had been beaten to the point of being crippled. A'lo's foundation was destroyed while A'ting was still struggling to breathe. Without uttering a single sentence, Kryll went and attacked Mira unleashing his blade. Mira had already sensed the killing aura and when Kryll had attacked she quickly countered it. But the impact send her flying a few feet away. She was surprised someone younger than her had managed to push her back. While she was in thought, Kryll quickly stuffed in a pill in each of the two and started healing them. "You think I'll watch you heal members of the demon? Not a chance!" Mira snapped and slashed forward. Kryll expecting all of it took hold of the two and teleport away. No matter how angry he was, he won't risk the life of the two as long as they had hopes of surviving. A'ting recovered enough energy to sit up but A'lo had completely been crippled. At this moment, the stage was currently in shambles while soldiers crowded the area. "Search for the three! Kill those who shelter them!" Mira gave out her orders firmly to the surrounding guards which quickly dispersed. "A'ting, take care of your brother and don't worry, I've placed a formation here, so you won't be harmed as long as you're in this house." "Master, disciple will heed your words!" A'ting quickly knelt and watched his master leave the house. Kryll was determined this time, he would definitely teach that girl Mira to know how to appreciate life. He was afraid she might stoop down so low she would fall. He didn't understand why he was concerned for her. Furthermore, he was angered, yes, but he still can't bring himself to even think of killing her which disturbed him deeply. He approached Mira who was still inspecting the stage, she had no clue how he disappeared every time but she knew she had to get to the bottom of it, or she'll never be able to kill the demon. "Are you sure you want to expose your back to an enemy?" Kryll said still a trace of anger in the words he was emitting. Like he said, if he had just attacked as soon as he arrived. He had a high chance of inflicting fatal damage to her. Mira was surprised, she hadn't been paying attention and she also knew she had a chance of dying if he had attacked which made her more vigilant. "Speak, where did you learn this skill from." Mira got down straight to business, A'ting was lying there unable to move even a muscle. A'lo quickly destroyed a summoning bead and headed to help A'ting. Despite knowing, she was an opponent they won't be able to defeat. They wouldn't give up nor accept any humiliation inflicted upon them or that'll reflect too poorly to their master was their mindset. Kryll sensing that his disciples were in trouble he quickly rushed out of the inn. When he reached, the two of them were laid there beneath the foot of Mira. All the things he had once thought back in the inn felt like a lie. He was consumed by anger, his two disciples had been beaten to the point of being crippled. A'lo's foundation was destroyed while A'ting was still struggling to breathe. Without uttering a single sentence, Kryll went and attacked Mira unleashing his blade. Mira had already sensed the killing aura and when Kryll had attacked she quickly countered it. But the impact send

"Speak, where did you learn this skill from." Mira got down straight to business, A'ting was lying there unable to move even a muscle. A'lo quickly destroyed a summoning bead and headed to help A'ting. Despite knowing, she was an opponent they won't be able to defeat. They wouldn't give up nor accept any humiliation inflicted upon them or that'll reflect too poorly to their master was their mindset. Kryll sensing that his disciples were in trouble he quickly rushed out of the inn. When he reached, the two of them were laid there beneath the foot of Mira. All the things he had once thought back in the inn felt like a lie. He was consumed by anger, his two disciples had been beaten to the point of being crippled. A'lo's foundation was destroyed while A'ting was still struggling to breathe. Without uttering a single sentence, Kryll went and attacked Mira unleashing his blade. Mira had already sensed the killing aura and when Kryll had attacked she quickly countered it. But the impact send her flying a few feet away. She was surprised someone younger than her had managed to push her back. While she was in thought, Kryll quickly stuffed in a pill in each of the two and started healing them. "You think I'll watch you heal members of the demon? Not a chance!" Mira snapped and slashed forward. Kryll expecting all of it took hold of the two and teleport away. No matter how angry he was, he won't risk the life of the two as long as they had hopes of surviving. A'ting recovered enough energy to sit up but A'lo had completely been crippled. At this moment, the stage was currently in shambles while soldiers crowded the area. "Search for the three! Kill those who shelter them!" Mira gave out her orders firmly to the surrounding guards which quickly dispersed. "A'ting, take care of your brother and don't worry, I've placed a formation here, so you won't be harmed as long as you're in this house." "Master, disciple will heed your words!" A'ting quickly knelt and watched his master leave the house. Kryll was determined this time, he would definitely teach that girl Mira to know how to appreciate life. He was afraid she might stoop down so low she would fall. He didn't understand why he was concerned for her. Furthermore, he was angered, yes, but he still can't bring himself to even think of killing her which disturbed him deeply. He approached Mira who was still inspecting the stage, she had no clue how he disappeared every time but she knew she had to get to the bottom of it, or she'll never be able to kill the demon. "Are you sure you want to expose your back to an enemy?" Kryll said still a trace of anger in the words he was emitting. Like he said, if he had just attacked as soon as he arrived. He had a high chance of inflicting fatal damage to her. Mira was surprised, she hadn't been paying attention and she also knew she had a chance of dying if he had attacked which made her more vigilant. "Speak, where did you learn this skill from." Mira got down straight to business, A'ting was lying there unable to move even a muscle. A'lo quickly destroyed a summoning bead and headed to help A'ting. Despite knowing, she was an opponent they won't be able to defeat. They wouldn't give up nor accept any humiliation inflicted upon them or that'll reflect too poorly to their master was their mindset. Kryll sensing that his disciples were in trouble he quickly rushed out of the inn. When he reached, the two of them were laid there beneath the foot of Mira. All the things he had once thought back in the inn felt like a lie. He was consumed by anger, his two disciples had been beaten to the point of being crippled. A'lo's foundation was destroyed while A'ting was still struggling to breathe. Without uttering a single sentence, Kryll went and attacked Mira unleashing his blade. Mira had already sensed the killing aura and when Kryll had attacked she quickly countered it. But the impact send

“Happy Christmas Eve!” chuckled the old man as he strapped a watch around Misha’s wrist. “Have a nice trip.” The next morning, the 25-year-old Misha woke up with a pounding headache, sore muscles, and strong nausea. In short, the perfect hangover. But when he saw his reflection in the mirror, he soon realized that the pain wasn’t caused by the terrifying amount of alcohol he had drunk the previous day. His body had shrunk. A lot. He didn’t have the time to think too much about it since his mother suddenly erupted in his room - the next day, his sister did the same thing. Mother and sister who had died a long time ago. The old man wasn't crazy. As he had predicted, Misha did travel back in time, just before losing his loved ones. And so, Misha had now one mission: changing the dreadful fate of his mother and sister and sending away his sister’s boyfriend by all means. They had to break up! Like it or not, that man will bring disaster to the family sooner or later. This time, Misha wouldn't fall for that warm smile and those gentle eyes as he knew they were hiding a cold, insensitive personality. However, things weren’t as simple as he thought, and perhaps the sister’s boyfriend was not the enemy. Perhaps, since the beginning, he had everything wrong and knew nothing of his sister. ________________ *The BL will mostly show up in the second and third volumes. It is a very slow romance, so don't expect the protagonist to fall in love quickly. In the first volume, he has too much on his mind to care about love and such. *There will be contents for 18+ in the second and/or third volume. I will put a warning at the beginning of every NSFW chapter. P@treon: https://www.patreon.com/rsvaesen?fan_landing=true

Omegas are maltreated by the society. A taboo to the elite world. So when Zara, a born-and-raised Omega discovers she is the Alpha King's mate she hides it from anyone to protect her dignity. What happened when the Alpha King held her captive? **** "Mine." His voice resonated in the silent night. Deep, raspy, and authoritative. He was more sexier than the maids or the magazine described him as. But she didn't need to think of how handsome he was or how his muscles were restrained in the tight shirt he wore. She was supposed to run for her life, yet she stayed glued in place admiring the Greek God. She was his, there was no denying it now.

When folk legends start coming true in the weirdest ways—talking cows, vengeful mango trees, and curses delivered via WhatsApp—India panics. Enter Astra, a government agency split into fighters, trackers, and analysts. And stuck in the middle? Our reluctant analyst—a sarcastic genius with no muscle, zero field experience, and an unfortunate knack for attracting disaster. Now, he’s chasing mythical madness across the country, teamed up with a sword-wielding fighter from a royal family… and corporate overlords are trying to monetize the supernatural. Each case is dumber, deadlier, and more divine than the last. And apparently, he’s the “Fool” in a prophecy no one believes in.

(Warning: Mature Content - R-18) Yaxi is trash, a timid rat wallowing in the mud. No one notices her, no one loves her. That is, until one day, Chen Ling—the golden boy she’s secretly obsessed with—is cast aside by his family and girlfriend, abandoned by all. She transforms into the venomous sidekick, plucks the fallen Chen Ling from the garbage heap, and claims him as her dog. She commands him to fuck her. But then, one day, the dog finds its true master. She tries to toss him aside for someone new. Shen Ling storms through the door, eyes blazing red, tears streaming, ripping her off the other body. “You can fuck whoever you want,” he pleads, “but let me join. Please.” Get A Sneak Peek “Don’t just talk the talk; you need to do something to show me you understand.” She abruptly pushed Chen Ling onto the bed, spread the blanket, and straddled him with her right leg. The blanket was heavy, pressing her down, and her face “plopped” onto Chen Ling’s chest. Chen Ling, who had been perfectly calm moments ago, had a tremor in his eyes, but Yaxi didn’t notice. She had prepared to be fierce and intimidating today, to scare him into submission. Now, with her legs clamping his waist and bent beside his thighs, and because she was lying down, her butt was slightly raised, her soft breasts pressing against his abdomen. The position was very strange. Meanwhile, Chen Ling’s body was stiff—not just his bones, but his muscles, taut with tension. Yaxi suddenly realized that he only seemed slim usually because of his height and good proportions. This made her feel less imposing. To make matters worse, Chen Ling’s hands were supporting her butt, lifting it slightly. ...

Born from the Maker's yearning for harmony, the world of Naraka was stained by the treachery of Akh, which did bring forth the twelve Grand Aeons from the unhallowed union of Laila, she who is the Sun, and Yom, he who is the Moon. This celestial strife reached its fell peak when Bahamut, wroth with the Aeon Rivotra who was corrupted by the Blight, did cleave Naraka asunder, establishing in the south the Order of the Sun, the faithful followers of Mother Laila, and in the north the Order of the Moon, those swayed by Father Yom and the influence of Rivotra. This ancient sundering left a deep legacy of sorrow, amongst which was the tragedy of Clarissa Constantine, a mortal woman bound to the wild Aeon Demantra Ent'tra, who then sought an end to her timeless life with keen Mythrilblood and was changed into a great sacrificial tree in Mandaraka, a symbol rooted deep in the long annals of the world. In the long ages after, upon the continent of Bornika, grievously torn by six centuries of brutal war between the realms, among them Jindara and Xiangdu, where strange artifice and ancient sorcery clashed, three young squires of Jindara—Jade, Gala, and Luna—did survive the perilous draught of the deadly 'Muscle Force' serum, forging their fellowship in the midst of loss. The common war turned dire with fell dragon-assaults and grievous tidings brought by the Priestess Hinabi: that Rivotra had laid Xiangdu waste and Bahamut was slain. As despair grew heavy, Ave, the Night Princess of the Order of the Sun, arrived in wondrous fashion.

The Hollow's Rebirth Lucien, a remorseless killer known as the Hollow, meets his end mid-dissection, only to find himself in the afterlife. Anubis, god of the dead, attempts to usher him through the Nine Gates of Hell, but Lucien's apathy and morbid curiosity remain, even in death. His journey takes an unexpected turn when he is snatched away by the Sphinx, a celestial being acting on mysterious orders. Lucien is deposited at the mouth of a cave, where a booming voice offers him a second chance at life in exchange for "cleansing demons." This encounter triggers a chain of cataclysmic events: a blinding explosion, a chilling proclamation from Lucifer, and Lucien's apparent annihilation. Yet, from the ashes, a figure emerges—Lucien, reborn, or perhaps something more. He finds himself amidst a brutal gladiatorial arena, a twisted entertainment for demonic overlords who have conquered Earth after a cataclysmic "Great Ashing" blocked out the sun and unleashed hordes of hellish creatures. Humanity has been decimated, enslaved, and forced into grotesque breeding programs with demons, resulting in twisted abominations. Lucien, now possessing a strange mix of his former emptiness and a nascent, darker power, is thrown into this brutal world. His journey is one of violent survival and self-discovery. He witnesses horrors beyond imagining, including his own brutal death and rebirth, the casual cruelty of demons, and the desperate struggle of enslaved humans. He is driven by instinct, muscle memory from a past life as an assassin, and a growing awareness of the demonic forces at play. He fights, he kills, and he begins to understand the true nature of his new reality. Lucien's path is intertwined with ancient powers and prophecies. Lucifer, it is revealed, seeks an emissary, and Lucien is destined to fill that role. Hades and Anubis, rulers of the underworld, are aware of this looming threat and desperately try to stop it, but their efforts are thwarted by the Sphinx's intervention. As Lucien navigates the brutal arena, his powers awaken. He embraces the chaos, his emptiness finding a twisted purpose in the carnage. He is no longer just the Hollow; he is something more, something darker, a force of chaos unleashed upon a world already consumed by darkness. His escape from the arena marks the beginning of a new chapter, a journey into the heart of the demonic dominion, where he will ultimately confront his destiny and the forces that have shaped his existence. His tenth carnage in this new world is just the beginning. [WSA 2025] Please vote

SHE WAS THE PRINCESS—BUT NEVER HIS DAMSEL IN DISTRESS. Leina Reinhardt was born into power, privilege, and prestige—the only daughter of a multi-billionaire and the beloved sister of Westdentia’s most elite men: Lester – A cold, calculating CEO with an empire at his feet. Levy – A six-time Olympic champion, untouchable and unstoppable. Liam & Louis – The twin masterminds behind the world’s most powerful gaming empire. To the world, she was the Reinhardt Princess—elegant, quiet, untouchable. But Leina Reinhardt was no fragile flower. She was raised by wolves, after all. Then came Alexander Harris Smith. Her brothers’ best friend. Her first love. Her greatest heartbreak. The boy who lit up her world—only to disappear and leave her in the dark. Now, years later, he’s back, standing in front of her like a ghost from the past. And worse? He has the audacity to question her. ------------------------------------------------------------------------‐------------------------------------------------------------------------ Excerpt: Leina's fingers curled into fists, nails biting into her palms. Every muscle in her body screamed at her to walk away. To leave him standing there like he left her all those years ago. But damn him—he had the nerve to show up now, with those same emerald eyes, as if he had any right to look at her that way. "What did you expect, Alexander?" she seethed, voice sharp as glass. "That I’d wait? That my world would freeze the moment you walked away?" His jaw clenched. She could see the storm raging behind his eyes, but she refused to care. "You left," she said, her voice breaking despite her best efforts. "You. Left. And now you think you can just come back and—" Her words died in her throat as he moved, his hands gripping her arms, pulling her close before she could stop him. "Let go," she hissed, her voice defiant—but her body betrayed her, memories clawing their way to the surface. Alexander’s grip tightened, his forehead pressing against hers, breath unsteady. "I know I don’t deserve it," he murmured, voice raw. "But hate me, curse me, hit me—just don’t tell me you forgot." Leina’s breath hitched. Her throat burned. She wanted to slap him. She wanted to scream that she didn’t care. She wanted to say that he meant nothing. But the lie wouldn't come. Because the truth was brutal. She remembered everything. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- WHY READ THIS? Billionaire mafia intrigue with power struggles and dark secrets Unforgettable first love turned into a dangerous obsession A fierce heroine who refuses to be a pawn A dangerously devoted hero who will burn the world for her Get ready for a story of power, betrayal, and a love that refuses to die.

WARNING: Mature Content The story of a knight who has fallen in love with his queen. It was nothing but that, a simple plot for a fairytale, or was it? He stood proud at seven feet, everything looked minuscule in his sight. He towers above all knights who looked at him with disgust and alarm. He was one of the rebels not long ago, but for an undisclosed reason, he has betrayed his so-called 'brother at arms' for a seat at the round table. People murmured whenever he passes them by, the atmosphere itself was laced with terror as this all muscled barbarian held his head high. Panic in the hearts of many was evoked by his presence alone as he stood before the queen who was forced to face him. "My queen," he knelt before her, and even yet the queen had to look up from her throne to meet his eyes. The frail queen was very small compared to him, her fragile countenance barely reached five feet and her innocent face makes her look like a child. He took in the vision of her as she sat there, trying to look brave as she met his eyes. His queen, the reason why he risked it all and will risk it all again. She sat on the throne judging his motives and all the while fearing him. Was she disgusted by him too? He can't tell. The crowd disappeared and all thoughts from his mind were gone as he was faced with her. She has dark auburn hair that reached past her shoulders, small lips that curled into a thin smile, and eyes that expressed her immense disgust and anger for what she had labeled him in her mind - one of the reasons for the destabilization of her kingdom. He wants it all, all of what she offers. Her beauty, her brilliance, her frailties... at that moment he realized, he wanted all of her.

The moon cast silver ripples over the stream, its surface smooth—unlike the storm raging inside Ginny. Her chest burned, her throat tightened, and despite her best efforts, the tears came anyway. "You wouldn’t understand!" she snapped, her voice raw, strained. Behind her, Seung Woo stood unmoved, arms crossed, his gaze cold. "I don’t need to." His words cut through the night like steel. She spun on her heel, fury flashing in her eyes. "God, you’re insufferable!" A muscle in his jaw twitched, but he remained silent. Ginny let out a humorless chuckle, wrapping her arms around herself. "Of course, you wouldn’t say anything. What do you care? My life was never perfect, but now… now it’s ruined. It’s not even mine anymore." Finally, he spoke, voice quieter, yet firm. "Perfection is an illusion. No life is ever truly yours. We all answer to something." She scoffed. "And that’s supposed to make me feel better?" He exhaled sharply, stepping closer. "You think I have it any better? That I don’t wake up every day wondering if I’ll make it through the next? We’re all prisoners in our own way, Jin So-Hee." She stiffened. There it was again—her stolen name, a reminder of the cage she now lived in. "You don’t get it," she murmured, shaking her head. "You belong here. I don’t." Seung Woo’s eyes darkened. "Then stop acting like a lost cause and start surviving." His words struck something deep within her. Ginny bit her lip, blinking fast to hold back another wave of emotion. "Easy for you to say," she whispered. "You weren’t ripped out of your world and thrown into someone else’s tragedy." For the first time, his gaze softened. He took another step closer, close enough that she could feel the warmth of him. "No. But if this is your tragedy, then rewrite it." Her breath hitched. His hand barely grazed hers, a fleeting touch, grounding her. "But," he added, voice barely above a whisper, "the time I’ve spent with you… it’s the only thing in this world that has ever felt real." Ginny’s heart skipped. Her mouth opened, then closed. 'Shit.' She turned away, pressing a hand to her chest as if that would calm the erratic rhythm of her pulse. "What the hell am I supposed to do with that.. information?" she muttered. --- Genevieve lolly Sanchez was just another woman caught in the monotony of modern life—until she woke up in the body of Jin So-Hee, the infamous villainess of a brutal, war-torn dynasty. Her fate? Death at the hands of a powerful warrior with a heart of ice. But Ginny isn’t about to let history—or whatever twisted force brought her here—decide her future. In a world where blades speak louder than words and alliances are as fragile as glass, she must navigate palace intrigue, deadly assassins, and one maddeningly handsome protector who seems just as determined to push her away as he is to keep her alive. The rules of this world demand her submission. Ginny? She plans to rewrite them. Even if it means playing the villainess to survive.

Meet Eren Idril, just your average Joe trying to navigate a world that's gone full sci-fi bonkers. We're talking flying cars, holographic pets, the whole shebang. But here's the kicker: amidst all the flashy gadgets and mind-bending tech, there's something even more mind-blowing going on—mana. Now, this ain't your run-of-the-mill magic trick. Nope, mana's the real deal, and only the elite, the cream of the crop, the Rankers, get to play with it. They're basically like the cool kids in high school, but with superpowers and a really fancy title. But here's where things get spicy. While everyone's busy flexing their mana muscles and living it up in this brave new world, there's trouble brewing on the horizon. Like, end-of-humanity kind of trouble. Turns out, Earth ain't the safe haven it used to be, and now folks are scrambling to find a new place to call home. Enter Eren Idril, the ultimate underdog in a world full of heroes and villains. He's not your typical protagonist, more like the guy you'd find chilling in the background, minding his own business. But when he stumbles upon a power that everyone else thinks is busted, well, let's just say things are about to get interesting. - Grayback

Kane staggered through the smoldering ruins of his kingdom, his vision swimming with blood and sweat. Every muscle screamed in protest, every step faltered, but the pain was a distant echo compared to the void in his chest. The imperial prince had razed it all—the palace, the people, everything Kane had ever known. His father’s stern voice, his mother’s gentle touch, the warriors who had once sworn to protect them—all silenced, their dying cries still ringing in his ears. But there was one person he couldn’t let go of. “Julia…” His voice rasped, barely audible over the crackling flames. His heart thudded unevenly as he lurched across the battlefield, the air thick with the stench of death. His sister had been his beacon in this crumbling world, the only one who saw strength in him despite his failings. He clung to a fragile hope that she might still be alive. That hope shattered when he found her. By the lake’s edge, where the water mirrored the flickering flames, Julia lay motionless on the cold earth. Kane’s breath caught, his legs giving out as he dropped to his knees beside her. Her golden hair, once radiant, was tangled with dirt and blood. Her pale skin was marred with bruises, her body exposed—stripped of the dignity she’d carried so effortlessly in life. The imperial prince hadn’t just taken her life; he’d handed her to his soldiers like a trophy, a final cruelty that twisted Kane’s grief into rage. “No… no…” His voice cracked, tears spilling down his ash-streaked face. With trembling hands, he tore off his own tattered shirt—the last remnant of the prince he’d once been. It wasn’t much, but he couldn’t leave her like this. Gently, he draped the fabric over her fragile form, shielding her from the world that had betrayed her. His fingers lingered on the cloth, as if he could somehow give her back the peace she deserved. “I’m sorry, Julia,” he whispered, his throat tight with sobs. “I wasn’t strong enough to protect you…” Guilt gnawed at him, sharper than the wounds seeping through his torn clothes. He had failed her, failed them all—his family, his kingdom, himself. What was left for him now? Ignoring the fire in his limbs, Kane clawed at the dirt with his bare hands, digging a shallow grave. Each handful of earth sent jolts of pain through his battered body, but he welcomed it. She deserved more than this—a proper burial, a monument—but this was all he could offer. As he laid her inside and covered her with soil, his vision blurred, his strength fading. His injuries were too deep, the vial of salve in his pocket too meager to save him. It could dull the pain, perhaps, but he didn’t want that. He didn’t deserve it. When the grave was finished, Kane collapsed beside it, his chest heaving with shallow breaths. Death hovered close, and he was ready to let it take him. Then, a glint of gold caught his eye. Something plumm

[WPC DEC & JAN 2023 [Fantasy] WINNER!] _________ [Talent: Future Seer] The path to immortality is always a cruel one to tread. In a world where the Wizard reigns supreme and spells are everything. Watch Aur’s journey as he walks down the path of immortality, albeit not in a conventional manner. Muscles! With the muscle system in hand, he forges a path for himself, slaughtering all his enemies with a punch. But in this world filled with schemes, can he reach the pinnacle or will he perish falling into the spiral of schemes? …… [Scene from the Novel] "Aren't you supposed to be an ordinary wizard? How are you so strong?" The man muttered as the very earth crumbled, and the mountains behind him split with the sheer pressure of the giant fist descending on him. There was no surprise the man was crushed into meat paste. Aur looked at the distant sun. "Throughout Heaven and Earth, I have the strongest muscle," Aur shouted as countless shadows appeared in the corner of his vision. “You are going to die today,” The tone was cold and unforgiving, with countless figures appearing one by one. “You cannot re-establish the Laws of this universe again.” Join my Discord(new): https://discord.gg/jKNMtAHfet ----------- A super gift for 5 bonus chapters. ––––– #no ntr #no yuri #no bl