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"W-w-w-welcome to the simulation zone." "New user recognized." "Proceeding to register..." "Please wait..." "Register complete." "Welcome, user number 4956: Evan Rotewed." In a world of mana, those without reserves for it gets left behind. Rules and regulations are set to categorize everything into neat piles, each promising the highest potential a person with mana can get. Starting his life at the rock bottom, Evan Rotewed swore he will rise above it all, even if he had to break the ironclad system the entire world holds close to its chest. Wave a hand to the broken reflection beyond the mirror of ones and zeroes. System Discord.

In Kaelthorn, a city ruled by whispers and buried history-Kaiser is not just a killer. He is the King of Assassins. Cold, brilliant, and utterly unrepentant, he walks a path of precision and blood. But when a strange sigil scars itself across his chest, Kaiser awakens something ancient within him—an evolving system known as the Path of Remembrance. It doesn’t promise justice. It doesn’t grant mercy. It rewards only one thing: understanding through dominance. As the lines between memory and reality blur, Kaiser must navigate a brutal hierarchy of forgotten powers, deceitful legacies, and inhuman opponents. In a world where everyone hides behind masks, he chooses to be the blade that cuts through illusion. There is no chosen one. No prophecy. Only a man who refuses to kneel.

As soon as he opened his eyes, Li Ming was plunged into these tumultuous interstellar spaces, where countless civilizations held their shotguns at the ready, eyeing everything in the universe with covetous intent. For him, the most crucial issue at hand was solving the problem of food and warmth. Fortunately, he could control special items and gain special ability bonuses— 【Thunderclap Armored Exoskeleton—Grade D】 【Control Effect: Power Amplification—100%】 【Control Ability—Armored Four Arms: Develops four mechanical arms to aid in combat, and amplifies control by 50% with Thunder Element.】 He could even evolve it— 【Electromagnetic Power Engine】→【Cold Nuclear Reactor】→…【Stellar Furnace】 ……… An evolutionary path with no boundaries in sight, a supreme arsenal spread across the galaxies, and a grand expedition fleet casting endless blood and fire. When Li Ming unfolded the prism wings that covered planets and fired the super-range photon lasers, and the Stellar Furnace in his chest blossomed with a brilliance far surpassing the sun’s, supported by computational power from the Quantum Photon Calculator... In the universe, countless life forms exclaimed, "Flesh is weak; ascend through machinery!" Li Ming helplessly said, "but this really isn't mechanical ascension..."

At midnight, Laura Goodman was found dead—eyes wide, mouth frozen, and an ace of spades placed neatly on her chest. Detective Rachel Kennedy doesn’t believe in coincidences. The murder was staged, the message deliberate. As Rachel digs into Laura’s privileged but secretive life, she uncovers whispers of blackmail, betrayal, and a family legacy steeped in silence. Someone is playing a deadly game. And the ace of spades was only their opening move.

He exhaled the smoke from his cigarette as if releasing his soul. The ember dimmed, but the fire in his chest roared louder. “How did I become this chained to you?” he murmured, his voice hollow. “Like shackles on my heart… How does one leave when they were imprisoned in someone’s love? How did I, so cautious and aware, fall victim to you? And how does one heal from wounds carved by the one they trusted?” There was no reply. Just the silence of her gaze, fleeing from his. “Tell me,” he whispered, “how do I rip you from my chest when you’ve rooted yourself like a rose among thorns—cutting me every time I try to let go? I bleed when I forget you, I break when I hate you. What kind of curse is this? And now you ask for forgiveness… Tell me—will forgiveness teach me how to forget?” She blinked away tears, her voice trembling like a confession: “I hurt you… and I hurt myself too. Your wounds burn inside me like fire. Let me heal them. Let me give you my soul, fill your heart with a love that honors you, that redeems me. I’ll erase the pain with tenderness, heal you with my beauty, my cunning… I killed you, I know. Let me bring you back to life.” He crushed the cigarette between his fingers. Harshly, he barked: “Then bow.” She bowed, voice soft, eyes lowered. “And here I am, my love… I bow before your heart, in surrender. Will you forgive me now?” A wicked smile curled on his lips. “Stab my heart,” he said coldly. “Ask for forgiveness. Wish for death. Because my forgiveness… is fire. And in it, you shall burn.”

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.

When Chen Ke got electrocuted while gaming during a blackout, he didn’t expect to wake up in a world filled with demon armies, nine-headed dragons, and sword-wielding giants. Even more absurd—his soul now resides in the weak, sickly body of a fourteen-year-old noble heir in the war-torn Kangpeng Continent. But the real twist? A single strand of chest hair transforms into the very mouse he used to game with—now bound to his soul and unlocking supernatural powers with a simple click! [ Ding! Skill copied successfully. ] [ Ding! Enemy cultivation cleared.] [ Ding! Do you want to change the timeline?] Armed with a game-like system and his trusty mouse, Chen Ke can copy abilities, format enemies, and even send demon kings to the recycling bin! But with limited mental power and a world full of cultivators, monsters, and political schemes, surviving won’t be as easy as just clicking “yes.”

[■??—■•] lived the life she AlWayS?WaNTed■… or so she was made to believe. Where skies never storm. Where doors don’t slam. Where nothing hurts enough to leave a scar. But then came the dreams. They didn’t scream. They whispered. In a language older than memory, stitched between shadows and static. It was the first crack in a perfect cycle. Now, her hands don’t feel like her own. Mirrors refuse to lie. And the silence in her chest is beginning to speak. Somewhere, beneath this [■—·•■?] skin of comfort, beneath the smile that fits too well, lies the life she left behind. The one she -.-- ...- - - ...- .-- / --. .-.. / ..- .-.. .. - ...- --. .-.-.- At night, she wanders through shattered reflections.. of who she was, who she is, and that something else watching in between. [Redacted] is fading. [Redacted] c■nt h?lp ■ou anym■re. And something ancient is stirring in the silence between heartbeats. When the veil finally tears, will she run back to the dream she mistook for love..? or open her eyes to the life that ended her?

WSA He was supposed to die. A sword in his chest. His loved ones turning their backs. A world calling him monster. But the grave could not hold Zairen. Reborn in blood and ruin, he rises again—no longer the forgotten prince… but the Villain the world will never forget. With Red eyes that burn like judgment and a soul carved from vengeance, he will reclaim everything stolen from him. Not for justice. Not for mercy. But because it hurts more that way. Kingdoms will fall. Gods will bleed. And the name Zairen will be carved into history— Not as a hero. But as the one who burned paradise to ash… The one Crowned in Blood.

The ancient evil god that sleeps in the abyss has awakened—an evil that always lurks in the hearts of humans, slowly corroding their minds until madness blooms within misery. In this world where darkness and light coexist, a fully armored dark knight walks through the shadows. Red, tattered tights flutter overhead. On a dusty shelf in the hallway, a spider perches at the center of a chest emblem—its owner tumbling across the city, trying to play the part of a good neighbor. A brilliant, philanthropic billionaire dons a high-tech suit, swearing to protect the world. And towering above all, a figure that seems divine—a symbol of hope not born of this planet, with a crimson cape flowing like sunlight, and an "S" emblazoned on his chest. No one would have expected that behind the screen, just an ordinary young man lost in a video game... was the one pulling the strings.

Arthur was a weak and cowardly boy who lacked the power to protect anyone—a truth brutally demonstrated when his parents were massacred while defending him during a Gate outbreak. As the sole survivor, Arthur spent weeks believing his life was over. When intense chest pains began, he assumed he'd been infected with corruption by the void creature that killed his parents and was merely waiting for death. What Arthur didn't expect was that these sensations actually signaled his Realm Core forming. In two months' time, he would be forcefully transported to the next realm and awaken new powers, becoming one of the world-renowned "Chosen" who protect humanity from Gate outbreaks. Now Arthur must rise through the heights of power, climbing each of the seven realms in hopes of saving his world... or does he?

Pursued by killers, she barged into a man's private room and became his antidote. After a night of abandon, she coolly plunged a dagger into his chest and vanished. Little did she expect, the man became addicted and chased her to Graham City, tempting her by any means necessary to drown with him. "Erik, what do you like about me?" The man pinned the sulking girl against him and fiercely silenced her with a kiss. "Unless I die, otherwise, you'll spend your next life...

Say it,” Luca whispered against Ayden’s neck, his breath warm. “You want me. Don’t act like you’re above this.” Ayden's breath hitched. “I’m not—” “You are. But right now, you’re mine.” Fingers tangled in Ayden’s silk shirt, dragging it open. His pale skin flushed under moonlight, chest heaving. Luca’s lips brushed down his collarbone, slow, teasing. Ayden grabbed his wrist. “If you’re going to play, play right.” A smirk curled on Luca’s lips. “Then show me your rules.” And Ayden did — on the bed, on the mirror, under the stars.

"Why does it always feel this good?" Keiran ran his hands through his disheveled hair, trying to slide it all back as his chest pounded and his fists bloody as that single thought crept into his head, the feeling he could never shake off In 2042, Earth is no longer ruled by humanity alone. where demons possess children and gods walk among humans, Keiran’s worst nightmare comes true: he’s been hijacked by a Ghoul, an Rank S demon so sadistic even the original gods and other demons fears them. In 2030, demons, gods, and angels emerged without warning, throwing humanity into chaos. Demons—born from negative emotions—possess children during puberty, while angels and gods enforce order through the International Divinity Corporation (IDC). The IDC rules Earth, hunting rogue demons and recruiting possessed kids who retain control. But Ghouls—the rarest, most vicious demons—break all rules: they possess anyone, defy exorcism, and exist only to slaughter. If a monster wears a human face, and a human feels nothing while killing... which one is which? Because the only thing worse than a demon who wants you dead? A demon who wants to play

Kael Westbridge was born into privilege, power, and promises, until it all crumbled in a single night. Disowned, betrayed, and cast out alongside his mother, Kael vanished into the shadows of a city that once bowed at his name, but pain has a way of awakening things buried deep. Now a pendant pulses against his chest, shadowed figures whisper from beyond the veil, and a mysterious girl who looks exactly like the love who left him appears in cloaks and riddles. As Kael claws his way back from disgrace, he finds himself caught between two worlds: the brutal reality of survival, and a hidden realm where destiny, ancient bloodlines, and a forgotten war are calling his name. Somewhere between betrayal and magic, Kael must uncover the truth: Who is he really? And why is something... watching him?

AGE GAP!!! Some find the right person at the wrong time.I had the right person in the wrong world. Twenty-four-year-old Eugene spends his quiet mornings behind a café counter, pouring lattes and pretending his world is still intact. But when a group of high schoolers walks in on a cold Monday morning, something unexpected happens—he notices one of them. A boy with soft black hair, honey-brown eyes, and a smile that feels like sunlight through winter fog. Eugen doesn’t know why he can’t stop thinking about him. Why he still smells vanilla milk hours after he’s gone. Why something warm keeps blooming in his chest. Because feelings like this aren’t allowed. Not here. Not like this. Not with him. And yet... he hopes he comes back tomorrow.

Li Tian trusted the wrong people — and died with a knife in his chest, betrayed by his best friend and the woman he thought he loved. But death was only the beginning. He wakes up in a world of ancient clans, ruthless sects, and immortal cultivators — reborn as the disgraced heir of the once-mighty Li Clan. This time, there’s no room for loyalty or mercy. Bound to the mysterious Villain System, Li Tian’s only path to survival is to embrace what the world fears most: becoming the villain everyone whispers about in the dark. Every mission pushes him deeper into infamy — humiliating rivals, destroying geniuses, shattering clans from the inside out. One wrong move and the System will erase him completely. One moment of weakness and the vultures waiting in the shadows will tear him apart. But Li Tian isn’t the naive fool he once was. He’ll play the villain they fear — and he’ll make the entire cultivation world kneel for daring to betray him twice. Betrayal. Power. Revenge. A System that rewards cruelty. Read on if you dare — and watch the rise of the villain who refuses to die quietly.

Wei  Zhong opened his eyes to the soft rustle of spirit grass beneath a pale morning sky and realized he’d been born into a frail, withering body. Three days. That was all the time he had. Yet a quiet certainty settled in his chest. He carried a forbidden gift: the Art of Temporal Exchange. By giving up a sliver of his hard‑won cultivation, he could roll back his own life, buying precious years. With a steady breath, he relinquished his Eighth‑Layer cultivation and felt ten years’ worth of vitality flood back into his veins. Weaker in his realm, perhaps—but alive in every sense.

[Warning!!! Contains Explicit Scenes, extreme gore, heart-pounding fight scenes, and an extremely combat loving MC!] Two millennials ago, Earth underwent an earth-shattering change. The gods were slaughtered by an unknown terrifying existence, and their potent blood spilled through the entire solar system, corrupting all life on various planets along with Earth. As a last resort, the gods created the Galactic Tower. Their inheritances, strength, and relics were placed as rewards for those who cleared each floor, proving themselves worthy. … Lucian Morningster, the golden boy of the city. He had a perfect life, had the prettiest girl, a good best friend and a very bright future. However, everything changed when he awakened an F-rank talent instead of the expected S-rank talent. “It must be a mistake?” “See? I told you he would awaken a trash talent.” “All that potential, for an F-ranker?” His girlfriend who awakened a C-rank talent, “What a waste, Lucian. My father took you in for nothing!” His best-friend who awakened an A-rank talent, “You know, seeing you so weak and vulnerable is kind of refreshing. She always hated your endless confidence, so do I. It’s no wonder she comes to me after being done with you.” Lucian, who was respected and envied now turned to a joke to the entire school and town. “Boom!” Those who he called friends attacked him, leaving him for dead in the Galactic Tower. … [Ding!] [Congratulations! 100,000x Reroll has been triggered!] [Self Regeneration (F-Rank) has evolved into Extreme Ungodly Regeneration (SSS-Rank)!] ──────────────────────── [Ungodly Regeneration] ▪ Class Rank: SSS ▪ Class Perk: — +∞% Vitality | x300% Mana (SSS) ▪ Class Skills: ➤ (SSS) Ungodly Regeneration: Instantly regenerates from any injury. [Upgradable] ➤ (SSS) Blood Shadow: Use your blood to awaken a blood shadow of slain enemies. [Upgradable] ➤ (SSS) Blood Extraction: Absorb the blood of the dead to gain random stat enhancements. [Upgradable] ────────────────── [Rerolling Standard Combat Spear...] [1,876x Reroll has been triggered!] [Standard Combat Spear → Blood Shadow Devourer(Legendary)] ──────────────────────── [Rerolling Mana Sorage Necklace[Bronze-grade)] [5000x Reroll has been triggered!] [Mana Sorage Necklace[Bronze-grade)→Celestial Essence Amulet (Mythic-grade)] ──────────────── [Rerolling Tresure Chest[Bronze-grade).] [5000x Reroll has been triggered!] [Treaure Chest[Bronze-grade)→Treasure Chest (Mythic-grade)] ••• While others spend their entire lives fighting for Mythical items, Lucian only had to reroll a common item into a mythical item. Equipping Hos Blood Shafows with Mythical grade armor and weapons, Lucian rose through the Tower with an unstoppable force. At the pinnacle, he looked down on the world with disdain. Some say with extraordinary powers, comes extraordinary responsibilities. Lucian: “Fvck that! I just want vengeance!” Extra Tags: No Yaoi, No Yuri, Possibly Harem (Vote! I can write either, and in any case, there will be multiple girls. The only difference is whether he chooses one in the end or goes the crazy path.. democracy is yours!)

What if every time you fell asleep, you woke up in another world? For 21st-century insomniac Zara, it’s not just a dream—it’s a literal nightmare. By day, she’s a snarky, sleep-deprived gen-z navigating annoying relatives, cursed carnivals, and suspiciously spicy garlic. But the moment she dozes off, she wakes up in a Victorian era fantasy—inside the body of a scandalous noblewoman, recently dumped by her cheating fiancé. Armed with sarcasm, a toy sword, and occasionally a Nokia 3310 (long story), Zara has to survive court politics, magical curses, and a confused male lead with chest hair insecurity issues. Oh, and there’s a twist: anything she’s holding while she falls asleep crosses over into the other world… until she drops it. As she stumbles through time, friendship, betrayal, magic, and mischief, Zara realizes that both worlds are connected by more than dreams—and her actions in one might just rewrite the other. But all she wants... is a decent night's sleep.

After tragedy strikes his remote village, nine-year-old Kieran sets out on a journey to the capital, carrying only his training, his father's legacy, and a fire burning in his chest. With his home in ruins and his family lost, Kieran’s dream of joining the magical academy becomes something more—a vow to rebuild his house and honor the man who raised him. Follow Kieran as he navigates the dangers of politics and power on his journey to restore what once was.

Marquesa H.H., a 17-year-old girl born without a heart, carries the Pandora’s Box embedded in her chest, where her heart should be. She lives as a skilled con artist, but her cursed existence takes a catastrophic turn when the ancient mechanism of the Box is activated, triggering the fusion of her city with a parallel world of medieval fantasy. H.H. soon discovers that her condition makes her the epicenter of this event that will bring about the end of the world.

Heaven favors the strong and wealthy. Hex realized that the day he was thrown out of the cloister and into the slums. He vowed to become the baron and show what being strong meant. To forge his own destiny, Hex scavenged the mountains, braving the cold solitude with a smile. At last, one day, he gained his chance on the verge of life and death. Even then, society and Fate tried to interfere. Faced with death, his Will didn’t waver and he gritted through, forcing his Heart to awaken. The Stone Heart in his chest defied his destiny and helped him write his own. Emboldened by his Heart of Stone, he walked the path to his dreams. His dreams, however, threatened to put him in the middle of the crossfire between Powers that could destroy Earth and Sky. Hex couldn’t allow his dreams to shatter. So, he sought to destroy all those who threatened his dreams. Follow a young man on his quest to fulfill his dreams, even if it meant to destroy Heaven and Earth. _____________________________________________________________________________________________ Finally, I have a discord. Join to engage in discussions and endless talks about Fate, destiny, dreams, and whatever you desire. https://discord.gg/EPGbDykXW3

She stayed by his side for years, only to be met with a cold dismissal: "I never loved you." To love Jayden, Su Ye had sacrificed everything—her mother, three unborn children, even her own face. In the end, she took her revenge... and in doing so, destroyed herself. "Jayden, I loved you fiercely," she once whispered. But the ending was bitter. A tragedy, plain and simple. Years later, Jayden would wake at midnight, haunted by the memory of her gentle smile. And as pain lanced through his chest, he finally understood: He had loved her all along.

Ken had to kill everyone in the town. He had made a deal. So, he started. First, he killed the priest. This was the man who said Ken should be beheaded. Next was the old woman. She had cheered the loudest. Then came his friends and neighbors. He also killed the schoolteacher. She had acted like she didn't see what was happening. With each death, a glowing mark appeared on Ken's chest. Each scream made a shadow behind a curtain grow stronger. But things felt wrong. As Ken killed more people, the world around him started to break apart. Reality seemed to glitch. When he looked in a mirror, his reflection didn't move with him. The stars in the sky changed their positions. They formed an eye that just stared. Then came the final sacrifice, the last living soul: his mother.

Mature content! First love Marriage, cheating, true love.. "Bey, I have loved you since we first met .." a declaration of love on a lonely night made my heart melted. Little kisses on the lips that tasted so sweet into my chest. A statement of love that makes me never be able to forget about you. Your hug makes my heart so flowery. Make my body soar up to the seventh sky. Did you remember that night? *** Bey and Mario met when they were teenagers. The two of them met at the rental house, a brief meeting, made the night they spent together unforgettable. Become a beautiful memory. First love will never die. That's how people said. Bey believes one day she will meet Mario. Her first love, a love that disappeared without a word. The hopes came true. She reunited with Mario, who already has a wife and a baby.

After all, transmigrators of this era were no simple matter. Some became slimes, others turned into treasure chest monsters, and some were even reduced to mere skull--such things were all commonplace. It was nothing more than playing a villain, Shiayar didn't care. Wasn't it only natural to pay some price to become stronger? [Destined Great Villain System] ["Let this world feel the agony!"] [Newcomer Mission: Let the young and naive Grand Duke's daughter of the Azure Garden Dukedom, Miss Silvia, experience the betrayal of her loved ones and, amidst the pain and despair, complete her transformation and rebirth.]

What would you do if you were a boy and you wake up from a party for your last day before having to move away. You walk to your bathroom to take a piss, but once you reach into your pants nothing was there. You let out a yell but what comes out is girly scream. You finally take a look in the mirror and you see that your hair is down to your back, your face is more feminine, you have two jugs in front of you, your butt is bigger,and now you have a V instead of a P. Well this is the life of Alex "Slasher" Gray. Weird nickname right, but it makes perfect sense when each girl you been with gets there heart ripped out of their chest from being heartbroken, but that all changes after a party for Alex's last day in Florida. However, the major serious questions are: How did this happen and...WHAT HAPPENS NOW?!? (An: This story is kind of a girl loving a girl type story. If you don't like these kind of things please don't read. Thank you)

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

You are the sin I must erase. But first, I must understand." In a world where magic is bound within stones, people like Anna are an anomaly. Their power flows through their veins without a medium. An ancient blood gift, its origins forgotten even by those who bear it. The Inquisition calls it heresy. Officer Kiron is an executioner, tasked with purging the world of this corruption. When Anna returns to the city after her parents' death, their meeting is inevitable. Kiron is her best friend’s fiancé. He is calm and methodical. He breaks people like her into splinters. But after an explosion, when Anna saves his life using forbidden magic, an invisible bond forms between them. The one that should never have existed. Now, he hunts her not just as an inquisitor. There is hunger in his eyes, a craving for what the Inquisition has ordered him to hate. In her chest there is fear of a man whose fingers know how to snap the ribs of heretics. How can she protect herself from the Inquisition’s claws and avoid becoming a pawn in the games of power-hungry players when she’s just a piece on the board?