Blonde Feet Worship

When Rian stepped into the house, the silence was louder than any scream. Darian stood still, a blade in hand, and at their feet—what once was family, now severed limbs. No words left his lips. Only tears welled up, trembling in his gaze. And Darian, with a voice like a fading prayer, said: “All of this… was for you.”

“Forgive me, Emerald. I have wronged you. Please... come back to me and be my Luna again.” I sneered. Luna? Pfft. He couldn't be compared to an omega in my pack. Why would I be with him again? --- Betrayed by her mate. Framed for a crime she didn’t commit. Cast out to die. Forced to walk away, Emerald Lycanis returns—not as a Luna, but as an Alpha. And when three powerful Alphas arrive at her coronation, each claiming her as their mate, the werewolf world is thrown into chaos. But the biggest shock? The Rogue King steps forward—her true mate, the one promised to her long ago. These men aren’t just drawn to her strength; they crave her, challenge her, and awaken something primal within her. With enemies closing in and an old obsession refusing to let go, Emerald must choose and fight. They want her power. They want her heart. She takes them all. Because an Alpha Queen bows to no one—but her kings will bow to her.

Logan transmigrated into a magical world filled with Dragons, Elves, Paladins, and gods. From the lowliest outcast of Silvermoon City, he rose step by step to become the most powerful mage on the entire continent of Aurelia. Born with a talent-point system, lacking in magical aptitude? Add points! Low mana affinity? Add points! Even comprehension of the Laws of Reality could be leveled up! Everything could be enhanced! Logan swore he would climb, step by step, to the very pinnacle! From that moment on, Dragons became his servants, gods became his companions, and even the Creator himself was destined to kneel at his feet! Decades later, across the continent of Aurelia, countless pilgrims knelt and worshiped before Logan's statue—he had become the one and only god of this world.

He was born without a spiritual root. Beaten, betrayed, discarded. Shen Wuqing was supposed to die — nameless, voiceless, worthless. But silence is not emptiness. And hunger… is a path. Buried in a forgotten cave, he awakens a forbidden power: the Heaven Devourer Physique. He cannot cultivate — so he devours the cultivation of others. He cannot learn — so he consumes memories, techniques, souls. No sect. No master. No heaven to worship. In a world of righteous hypocrisy and sacred lies, he walks alone. Not to save. Not to destroy. But to erase. Love? It's a lullaby for the blind — sweet to hear, lethal when believed.

Two centuries after the Great War, peace between humans and werewolves was finally achieved, or so everyone believes. Werewolves reign like gods, and humans remain blissfully unaware of their true place in the new world order. To maintain this fragile balance, each year, a handful of "lucky" humans are selected from various districts to attend Lunaris Academy, a prestigious institution that promises glory, status, and a chance to mingle with the elite. Those chosen are hailed as the lucky few, destined to marry powerful alphas and rise as luna. This year, Violet Purple is among the chosen, much to everyone's surprise. For an orphaned girl adopted by a disgraced prostitute, this is a golden ticket to a better life or so she's told. But Lunaris Academy isn’t the paradise it’s painted to be. Everything Violet and her fellow humans have been taught is a lie. Humans are far from equal; they're pawns in a much larger game. The academy is nothing but a gilded cage, and the students are lambs led to slaughter, playthings for the alphas to toy with in their ruthless games. To make matters worse, Violet catches the attention of the most dangerous players in this game, the Terror Four: the Alpha of the North, Alpha of the South, Alpha of the East, and Alpha of the West. Each one is more dangerous, more twisted, and more powerful than the last. But even among themselves, the alphas are divided, each with their own deadly ambitions. Yet, they all have their eyes on her. They expect Violet to play along, to fall in line like the others who worship at their feet, to break under their games. But Violet isn’t like the others. She refuses to bow. She’ll defy them all.

In a world where beast tamers dominate society through strength and spirit bonds, a cautious and unassuming young man named Rei Valen lives in the bustling city of Orenth. Laughed at as a "failed tamer" due to his seemingly weak bond beasts—a lazy furball, a singing frog, and a cowardly squirrel—Rei hides a terrifying secret: Each of his beasts is a legendary-class creature in disguise, capable of wiping out armies. But Rei doesn’t want fame. Instead, he wants a peaceful life, build a trading guild, grow a potion brand, and quietly create an empire… all while avoiding battles and staying under the radar. However, fate won’t leave him alone, as absurd situations and underestimated challenges keep forcing him to act.

God? Devil? They will all tremble beneath his feet!

"Music, film, painting, calligraphy, sculpture, literature..." "You know all this?" "Just a bit." "You mean, you know a bit about all of these?" "Yes, I know quite a bit about all of them." With the System in his pocket, he conquers the world through art, becoming the crownless king that all realms worship.

When Ding Fan opened his eyes again, everything before him had changed. A Cultivator reborn on Earth, he found himself in the despised body of a disgraced heir. Fists striking all who defied him, feet trampling over various second generations, he roamed the city with an air of unrivaled dominance. Saving damsels and fighting injustices, a forceful life needs no explanation.

"It's better to rely on oneself than Buddha, better to become a god than to worship one. If this war needs a god, I will be it." His name is Ji Xinghe. At the age of 65, he went to the alien battlefield to avenge his son. From a mechanic to a mecha warrior, from a private to a five-star general, from an ordinary man to the mentor of generations. He has walked a path of revenge. Looking back, he has become the War God. In his final years, he has the ambition to build an unparalleled mecha. Using Xinghe as a sword, he can shatter the might of the empire. This is a story of a mecha and a sword.

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This is a legend of a young hero rising against the heavens, trampling on deities, fighting against the masses, exterminating demons, annihilating gods, and fighting all the way to be the unparalleled Sword Emperor! "This world is destined to tremble under my feet!"

The journey of a little wild monster becoming the ultimate boss. "Someday, I'll trample the system under my feet and drive those damned players out of my territory."

At the center of the world lies a hole that swallows everything, light, sound, even memory. Most pretend it doesn’t exist. Some worship it. Others go mad just standing near its edge. On the night of his twelfth birthday, a boy hears the Hole speak his name, a name no one else remembers. Marked as a Proxy, he begins a descent into a world where truths are power, but knowing them costs everything. As he uncovers forgotten histories, walks through vanished cities, and faces beings that should not exist, one question haunts him: What happens to a person when even their name is erased? Step carefully. Some truths were forgotten for a reason.

The countdown hit zero. The servers of the legendary MMORPG, Yggdrasil Nova, were supposed to shut down forever. For Ravi, a player who had poured a decade of his life into becoming the game's sole omnipotent being, it was a bittersweet farewell. But the logout never came. Instead of being booted, Ravi found himself fused with his avatar, Kaelus, the Silent Sovereign. He was trapped. But he wasn't alone. His custom-created NPCs, monstrously powerful beings designed to be the ultimate guardians of his fortress, were no longer bound by code. They were alive. And they viewed him not as their master, but as their one and only God. Now, in a world that is both familiar and terrifyingly real, Kaelus must navigate the worship of his fanatically loyal servants, the politics of fledgling kingdoms that see him as a demon or a savior, and the terrifying mystery of why he's trapped. He is a being of absolute power in a world of mortals. He is not a hero. He is not a villain. He is a force of nature, and the world is about to feel his presence. When mortals pray and gods are silent, what happens when a new god answers the call?

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He is a talented exorcist, but equally lazy. He lives for revenge, yet stumbles over his own feet. He is ignorant enough to dismiss the pain of his choices, yet wise in the art of exterminating demons!

He was just an ordinary man from modern era. Yet he was also a feared deity worshipped in divine era. In this time where gods walked with mortals, he will survive and thrive. He is no longer a man. He is Hades, the God of the Dead and King of Underworld.

The night the demons came, Kaen Myojin lost everything. His village was reduced to flames. His mother’s scream was the last thing he heard before the fire swallowed it. His little sister's hand slipped from his grip in the smoke. His body was crushed beneath burning wood, lungs filling with ash. He should have died. But something didn’t let him. A dying demon, old and wounded, reached him in the dark. It offered no mercy, only survival. It merged with him — not by choice, but by force. Now Kaen carries a curse no one can see. A voice that whispers when he bleeds. A power that stirs when he’s close to death. A flame not his own, burning in his chest. He walks among slayers now — the Ashen Blades, warriors sworn to kill demons without mercy. Kaen trains beside them, fights beside them. But he is not one of them. Because he is part of what they hunt. He hides the truth, lives in silence, and holds back every time he draws his blade. But the demon inside is growing stronger. Its hunger doesn’t fade. Its voice is getting louder. And the world is falling apart. Ancient demons are rising again. Ash rains from the sky. Villages vanish overnight. Even the strongest slayers are dying in battles no one understands. The order is breaking, and Kaen is caught in the center of it. He was meant to die. He survived. Now he carries something that could either save the world — or destroy what’s left of it. The line between man and monster is fading. And Kaen doesn’t know which side he’ll fall on.

From the first breath, I was accumulating points. Now, I see that my father abandoned me, and my mother despises me. What more is left of filial piety? Who would worship such despicable people, I’ll conquer the world instead.

Ah, Noxvara… a paradise plucked from the fever-dream of a dying girl, stitched together with golden threads and perfumed lies. You see, this island is no blessing. It is the last, desperate wish of a young girl who refused to die in sorrow— It is a world she gave birth to, where pain was banished and reality itself became her plaything. And look, what a world she made! Beauty so cloying it stifles, gardens so sweet they rot on the tongue, a sky painted gold to blind the eye and silence the soul. Its people—ha!—glorious, laughing puppets, all hollow smiles and empty shells, more concerned with their own little pathetic dreams than the truth festering beneath their feet. They worship joy, they shun pain, and in doing so, they have become monsters. ...There is nothing so grotesque as a happiness built atop oblivion. Over them all reigns our Noxvara, the “Origin,” herself, a ruler who smothers sorrow with kisses and sews wounds shut with lies. She is our mother. The mother who would rather see her children die, than ever taste the poison of truth. But even illusions here are made of dreams. Into this paradise, arrives a “Savior”—the literal concept of hope, sent by Noxvara herself to preserve the dream from the creeping rot. Ah, but what is she truly saving? A world that devours its own memories, a people who would rather forget than awaken? Beneath every song lies silence. Behind every smile, a hatred. The greatest curse of us is not that we're dying, but that we can't die.

After losing both of her parents in a tragic car accident, Karla Smith, a determined young Australian woman, leaves everything behind and moves to New York City, the place where her late mother was born and raised. Armed with ambition and heartbreak, Karla sets out to rebuild her life and pursue her dreams of working in digital marketing. Landing an internship at one of the biggest and most prestigious marketing firms in NYC, Karla finds herself in a world of power suits, ruthless deadlines, and billion-dollar campaigns. At the helm of it all is Dominic Vale, a strikingly handsome, wildly successful CEO who seems to have the world at his feet. Admired, envied, and borderline worshipped, Dominic is used to getting what he wants... except for Karla. To Karla, Dominic is just another arrogant boss, until sparks begin to fly. But with her focus set on survival, juggling long work hours, university tuition and rent, she has no time for distractions, especially not from a man like him. Tension rises and lines blur between ambition and attraction. Karla must decide what she's willing to risk for her dreams and for a love she never saw coming.

After returning in the past David and Liam will do what they do the best, be with each other and survive the apocalypse, but beware, they are murderers. ---------------------- This story have been made using AI but really I did make use of my head. Because this story need human touch. Good read. ps: the art is from Pinterest PPS:Liam has blonde with white patches of hair, I know you'll be wanting to know.

Saito Ken was made to be perfect — emotionless, flawless, untouchable. But when he steps into the hidden town of Ningenai, where pain has faces and flaws are worn like badges… ...his mask begins to crack. In a world where perfection is worshipped, what happens when one boy dares to feel?

Four teenagers stand united against a dark, mysterious background — a swirling mix of shadowy forest and ancient ruins. Ann stands calm and poised at the front, her long blonde hair flowing like frost in a winter breeze. Her eyes shimmer icy blue, and delicate shards of ice swirl gently around her fingertips, sparkling like crystal. Beside her, Jake is the fiery heart of the group. His black hair seems to flicker like flames, and his intense eyes glow with molten orange. Flames dance along his arms, casting a warm, fierce light. Mia, playful and fierce, crackles with the energy of a storm. Dark curls whipping around her face, lightning arcs around her hands and the air crackles with electric tension as gusts of wind swirl at her feet. Last, Mike stands strong and grounded, electricity pulsating through his body. His athletic frame is charged with bright, blue-white sparks that dance like tiny lightning bolts over his skin, illuminating the darkness around him. Together, they face the unknown — a team bonded by friendship, mystery, and the elemental powers awakening inside them.

Before the Great Collapse, Synchs were worshipped as gods. The strongest of them all was blind and deaf—Lucius, the Praised.  And then he vanished. So did a girl named Ester. But no one remembered her. Until I found her. Trapped in Limbo—a realm swarming with tortured Arcbeasts and overflowing with raw Flo—Ester had survived. Waiting. Training. Enduring. She seeks the impossible: True Synchronicity. A state even Lucius never reached...

In this world, every child in the kingdom of Azrathis must drink the juice of the sacred Celestara Fruit. It awakens their blood—revealing their destiny. Red is normal. Silver is noble. Gold is divine. But when Leon Graves drinks it... His blood turns purple. A color long lost to history. The color of demons. The color of destruction. as Leon dives deeper into the truth of his power—he begins to uncover something far darker. The world is not what it seems. The history they teach? Twisted. The bloodlines they worship? Corrupt. The very country he was raised to protect… built on lies. And at the center of it all—his blood. His curse. His fate.

He was born as a corpse. Reborn in a world where men are obsolete. Betrayed by the sect that made him, hunted by those who desire him, and worshipped in a body not his own—he walks the path of cultivation with a secret no one can afford to know. In a world ruled by female cultivators, he is the anomaly that should not exist. And he intends to bloom.

It's funny, isn't it? Nobody asks to be born... None of us choose the life we are forced to live....And yet, we are bound to it, trapped in a world where strength defines everything. People worship when you are strong. They loathe when you are weak. They worship the god. They fear the devil. But why? Was it righteousness that gave the god victory over the devil, or was it simply strength? Why must we fear one and worship the other? Is the god so righteous? Is the devil so weak? Would Wang Xiao still have everything if he were weak? Would they still worship him? Would those women have submitted so easily? No. It's always the strength. Power rules all. A man can own kingdoms, riches, even love—but lose his strength, and the world turns on him. His woman, the one who once looked at him with admiration, will crush him underfoot if she finds him unworthy. His own children, born of his blood, will stare at him with contempt, their eyes filled with disappointment. What is love if not submission to power? What is loyalty but the price of dominance? Wang Xiao has learned this bitter truth. The sacrifices he made, the pain he endured, meant nothing. Without strength, he was nothing. But no longer... He has seen the lie, the illusion of it all... And now, the ancient myths rise once more, the gods claw their way from forgotten graves, and Wang Xiao, mistaken for the 8th Prince, feared by gods and mortals alike, finds himself at the center of it all. Seven goddesses, each more beautiful, more dangerous than the last, now circle him, bound by fate. Their charm is powerful, their desires even more so. The guardian of the Atlantic tears apart nations to possess him. The Desert Princess offers her entire empire as a gift, yearning for his love... Even an ancient being, her power stripped away, bends her knee in submission, once feared, now powerless before him. But would they have bowed if he were weak? Would they have loved him, served him, feared him? No. It's always the strength. "He 'who' covers the sky with his hand," they whisper. "The gods who once played with universes like orbs... he'll make them swallow their own spit in fear." Wang Xiao's gaze hardens as he stares at his reflection. The weak are forgotten... Strength is all that matters. "The world doesn't care for the weak," Wang Xiao whispers to his reflection. "Your woman will turn her back, people will spit on your name... They'll forget you ever existed... everything you did for them would be insignificant and forgetten...Strength is all that truly matters." And so, Wang Xiao will take what's his. The gods, playing with the universe like toys, will fall. The devils, pulling at the strings of fate, will lose their grip. He will strip them of their power, their kingdoms, their very souls, if that's what it takes. He isn't their pawn. Not anymore. Would they have bowed if he were weak? Would they have given themselves so easily? Would they have even cared? No. It's always the strength. Wang Xiao is no longer the man he once was. No longer human. No longer weak. He is the deviant. --------------- #NoYuri #NoNTR #Threesome #Harem #Strong to Stronger #Elf #Gore #Evil MC #Conquor #Action #Adventure #Imperial Harem #Revenge #Daughters #Fellatio #Supernatural #Urbanfantasy #Superpowers #Cultivation #Goddess #First-time Intercourse #Villain ---------------- Warning: The Novel is based upon a fictional Earth, and any resemblance is mere coincidence! Discord: https://discord.gg/dsc4fftBeF **Cover Page is not owned by Author**

When an ordinary college trip leads Kartik to an ancient cave, he discovers a truth that should have stayed buried: a single, burning eye awakens on his chest—marking him as chosen by forgotten powers of Shiva himself. Whispers of dark villages that worship Asuras. Secret warriors who command divine spirit beasts, storms, and time itself. And an ancient war reigniting in the shadows of the modern world. Guided by descendants of a secret clan who worshiped shiva in the hidden village of Trinetra, Kartik is thrown into a world of deadly rituals, possessed people, and enemies who can raise the dead and command undead beasts. His only hope? To unlock the power of the divine eye before darkness claims everything he loves. Will Kartik survive the awakening… or become a sacrifice to powers older than earth itself? Myth, mystery, and dark fantasy collide in this Indian mythology-inspired tale. Fans of action, secret clans, and ancient curses—welcome to the war.