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Cassian Ven Dyke, the bastard son of a powerful ducal family, grew up in the slums of Veldora under the care of his father figure, sword master Russel. When Russel passed away, Cassian was left with only a silver necklace as his inheritance. After putting it on, Cassian was attacked by three psychotic thugs who tortured him in an attempt to steal the necklace. Refusing to give in, Cassian was ultimately stabbed through the heart with the very same necklace. Instead of dying, he mysteriously vanished as the necklace lodged itself in his heart. Just before disappearing, he heard an eerie message echo in his mind: [True mana detected. Origin: Human...] [Human detected. Compatibility with system: Confirmed.] * * * * * * Discord : https://discord.gg/VYpeADXd38

Pining for You Red Lodge Series, Book One Noah Archer has spent a lifetime playing by the rules-small-town cop, hometown boy, quiet crush on the girl who never noticed him. When Juliet Briar, Red Lodge's sunshine-in-a-skirt preschool teacher, suddenly starts seeing him not as the polite kid from high school, but as the man who's always been there, Noah's carefully kept heart doesn't stand a chance. But Juliet's not looking for drama. Noah will have to show her, one steady act at a time, that sometimes, the man you've been waiting for is the one who's always been waiting for you. A small-town romance about second chances, quiet devotion, and falling for the one who's been yours all along.

"Bound by Obsession" Genre: Dark Romance | Billionaire Romance | Obsession Hermione Isabelle Vale, a sharp, ambitious lawyer, never expected her life to be upended by a billionaire with a dangerous obsession. Dylan Alexander Voss, the enigmatic CEO of Voss Enterprise, becomes fixated on her after their first charged encounter at an exclusive party. But Dylan isn’t the type to let go. He wants her—body, mind, and soul. When he offers her a powerful position within his company, Hermione finds herself drawn into a web of power, control, and undeniable attraction. As Dylan’s obsession grows, so does the tension between them, blurring the lines between business and desire. Hermione’s fierce independence is tested, but Dylan is relentless—he’ll stop at nothing to make her his. In a world where obsession is the ultimate power, will Hermione be able to break free—or will she be bound to him forever?

Farion was the son of Alden and Selene. Alden, a man driven by an insatiable curiosity for the world's unsolved mysteries, was married to Selene, a woman gifted with the rare ability to perceive energies invisible to ordinary eyes. One day, they ventured into an ancient ruin and discovered a strange black box resting atop an altar-like pedestal. “Honey, is the energy coming from here?” Alden asked softly. “Yes… from the box,” Selene murmured. Alden, handling it with the utmost care, slowly opened the box. Suddenly, a burst of blue light, laced with inky blackness, surged from the box. Alden recoiled, stunned. Before he could make sense of it, the light struck Selene in the abdomen. Alden’s body moved before his mind could catch up—he spun around, instinctively shielding her. “Honey!” he cried, his voice cracking with terror. Selene slumped the instant the light touched her, collapsing lifelessly into his arms. Consumed by worry, Alden stared at Selene’s face, sweat dripping down his brow. Without a second thought, he cradled her and ran—back to their lodgings, back to safety

===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. *5 chapters a week* *100 powerstones = 1 extra chapter *300 powerstones = 2 extra chapters ----------------------------------------------- Join my discord to lodge any complaints, offer suggestions or just to chat. https://discord.gg/8vRTcaaZ

She was drugged by her cousin sister, who mistook the bed of empire junior, and was crushed. After that, he married her, who incarnated a ferocious beast, and plundered her. He is a great personage in the West-harbour city. He holds great power, who is endowed with extraordinary talent, acting with great determination, and turns his hands over in the business world. Cheng Nuo thought that such an emotionless marriage, as long as they get along well with each other, but when He Zikai’s little nephew stood in front of her, Cheng Nuo panicked, and she actually married her first love’s uncle. Cheng Nuo thought that as long as she was gentle and clever, the man would spoil herself for a lifetime. However, when her husband appeared in public with other women in his arms, her comfortable life was broken and she fled with a broken heart. Five years later, when they met again, He Zikai recognized her at a glance and pressed her straight into the corner. “Woman, in this life, don’t want to escape from the palm of my hand.”

In a kingdom where the crown is not passed down by blood, even a prince must earn it—and even a peasant can claim it. Keiser was a knight, one of the first commoners to ever reach the final trial of the King’s Gambit, a brutal series of challenges devised by the king himself to choose his successor. While noble-born contenders trained their entire lives for this ruthless competition, Keiser, a man with no mana, defied all odds through sheer grit, loyalty, and unyielding strength. At his side stood Prince Gideon Aury Valemont, the king’s fourth son, who had seemingly renounced his claim to support Keiser. Or so Keiser believed. At the final trial the truth was revealed. Keiser had been nothing but a pawn. Gideon had used him as a shield, a decoy to draw out assassins and political threats, all while secretly paving his own path to the throne. The final trial demanded that a candidate’s chosen ally either make the ultimate sacrifice—or betray them and take the crown. Gideon chose the crown. Kneeling—bloodied, broken, impaled by the very sword that had once been his salvation, forged from the core of a dragon he had spared in his youth—Keiser remained upright only by the steel lodged in his chest. Smoke curled from his seared flesh, sigils burned into his skin by the hands he once trusted. And as the pain faded into numbness, he looked up... To behold Gideon, crowned in gold and betrayal—a serpent in royal silk, enthroned by treachery and gilded lies. In that final moment, Keiser understood. The King’s Gambit had never been about valor or justice. It was a game of shadows—a masquerade where victory belonged not to the strongest, but to the most ruthless deceiver. But death was not the end. Keiser awakens in the frail body of Muzio Auro Valemont, the king’s disgraced, long-missing bastard son—fated to die soon before the Gambit begins. To stop history from repeating itself, Keiser must find himself—convince him that the betrayal is coming. That Gideon, the man he trusts most, will drive a blade through his heart. Even if it means entering the Trials once more, in a body too weak to wield a sword, with magic too wild to control, and a name no one respects. Keiser, now Muzio, must train, scheme, and survive— Not as the knight who flew too close to the sun, But as the bastard son hidden in its shadow. He no longer seeks the crown. He seeks to destroy all who dare to wear it. *** Updates 2000+ Words Daily

"If avoiding tragedy means destroying sixteen years of love, I'd rather be a lucid madwoman." Evie Vanderbilt, the glittering heiress of a medical dynasty, begins reliving a nightmare: in every dream, she's the villainess of a story where her childhood soulmate Liam Cross falls for a revolutionary scholarship student named Elowen-while Evie herself dies insane and alone. But this is no ordinary premonition. When the real Elowen arrives-a genderfluid genius with a barcode tattoo and a hatred for aristocrats-Evie realizes her dreams are memory implants from a banned neurotechnology project. Worse, Liam seems to be expecting every "prophesied" event, down to the way Evie will scream when she finds the sapphire earring he gave her lodged in a corpse's throat. Now Evie must navigate a labyrinth where: Her birthmark matches the asylum's most infamous patient Elowen's surgical scalpel keeps uncovering Liam's Wednesday visits to that very asylum And the only person who believes her is the "rival" she was supposed to hate...

His White Wolf Elvis James never believed in fate—until the night a strange mark burned across her collarbone and the shadows began to whisper her name. Fleeing a violent attack, she seeks refuge in a remote lodge, but peace is the last thing she finds. Whispers echo through empty halls, floorboards groan like they remember things best left forgotten, and every night, the mark on her skin pulses with a warning she can’t explain. Then she meets him—Alpha Alexander Blackthorn, cold, commanding, and devastatingly powerful. He claims she’s his mate. But Elvis doesn’t trust him—doesn’t trust anyone—especially not a man who leads a pack of wolves and hides secrets as dark as his eyes. As the truth of her bloodline is revealed and the bond between them deepens, Elvis must choose: fight the destiny that hunts her or surrender to the call of the white wolf within. In a world of shadows, secrets, and savage hearts, love may be the deadliest risk of all.

Hermione gets tired of everything after the war. her relationship with Ron turned toxic her friends turned their backs on her the only ones that talk to or feel worried for her are the ones that didn't like her. she gets hit by a spell by Ron that sends her to different worlds. will she find love of pain?

The western marauders invaded, and all the elders of the family died in the battle. Only four sons of the Lin family were left. Lin Jie was appointed as the patriarch in times of crisis. With the help of the patriarch’s intelligence system, he steadily developed the family’s power and eventually stood at the pinnacle of the clan. "Daily Intelligence Updated" [1: Lin Wei was strolling in the market of Baihe Town today. He accidentally bought a cloud mulberry fruit from Golden Harvest Fruit Shop. After consuming it, he successfully drew Qi into his body.] [2: In the northern part of your clan, there is a rich flamequartz vein in the valley of Fengshan Ridge.] [3: In ten days, your clan will be attacked by the western marauders.] [4: In seven days, a herd of emerald-antlered stags will pass by the western borders of your clan.] [5: ………] [6: The Azurefire Pheasant you raised is troubled—though it is a rooster, it has an egg lodged in its stomach.] [7: …] Note: [Daily Intelligence] requires [Clan Merit Points] to redeem. Your current merit points are zero. When merit points reach fifty, you may choose [Random Draw] once.

In the bleak land of Sword Skeleton, fate and curse collide in a deadly battle between gods and demons. Lala, the "Bearer of the Sword," is an unknown hero carrying countless legendary swords within her. Once unstoppable, she now wields only a broken black magic sword, "Storm," lodged in her enemy's chest. Behind her looms the curse of the Black Swan—a hatred fueled by fallen magical princesses. It eats away at her soul but grants her power to challenge even gods. Her opponent? Varak, the ancient Demon King ruling from a throne made of a two-headed dragon skeleton. He calls himself the King of True Knowledge. The fight begins with a twist: Lala wounds the supposedly invincible Varak. The truth emerges—her sword holds a "divine-slaying aura" from an unnamed being who once challenged the Creator. As Lala summons thousands of swords at the cost of her life force, Varak counters with demonic chants and holy light, shattering her attack. The Black Swan curse becomes her final shield but deepens her despair. This battle was destined; she’s both pawn and breaker of this stalemate. As Varak weakens, whispers of the underworld emerge. Shadows like Lucifer, the death god of Styx, and freedom-seeking Belfinger watch silently, hinting at Varak's true plan. She isn’t just a revived Demon King—she seeks to use Lala’s Black Swan curse as a key to open the "Primordial Underworld." In her final moments, fragmented memories flash before Lala: burning souls, erased names, and a vision of herself facing Varak at time’s end. This war has no winner. Beneath dazzling clashes of swords and spells lies a millennia-old game played by gods and demons. When hope fades, Lala will realize: heroes are mere pawns in divine games—unless she embraces madness beyond any demon’s and uses the spirits trapped in the tomb of a thousand swords to sever the eternal chains binding true knowledge’s throne.

He was meant to die. And yet, he awoke in a world where gods sleep beneath the soil, where knowledge is currency, and where the boundaries between man and monster are paper-thin. Memories lodged within his mind, he treads through a society ruled by secret orders and masked rituals. Ancient tomes whisper forbidden truths, while distorted echoes of a soul not his own threaten to consume him from within. As he delves deeper into the unseen layers of the world, through madness, divinity, and revelation—he begins to understand: This world does not need a hero. It needs a witness. A guide. A shadow. And so, beneath the flickering lanterns of a forgotten hall, a new name is carved into the silence: “The Second Soul.”

At that time, I had just lost my job, was so broke I could barely afford food, and the few crumpled bills left in my wallet seemed to be fighting each other. Just then, I spotted a job ad for a hotel doorman with the enticing words: “High pay, easy work, free meals, and lodging!” I felt a surge of excitement—being a doorman? Just standing by the door and greeting people? That’s easy! But on my first day, I realized this place was a total nightmare. Each guest was scarier than the last! Some wore all black with daggers on their belts, others walked in with sunglasses and hats pulled low, and one guy even carried a black bag, from which a few shell casings casually fell out. And wait, what’s up with the blood-soaked guy in a hockey mask…

No Netorare. The MC will f*ck other people's women, but no one will touch his women Henry had the misfortune of being reincarnated as an invalid. He couldn't move, speak, or do anything. But when he turned 18, something mysterious happened. His soul left his body and when he realized it... It could lodge itself in the consciousness of other people. He then discovered that he could gain power by corrupting... Thus was born the dream of finding a way to recover the physical body and of course... Enjoy all the hot caves in the world A daughter? ''Maybe it's Daddy's job to solve this ''itch.'' Nun? ''Sister, I'm going to use your body to teach you to resist sin.'' Secretary? ''I'm going to promote you. Just help me with one thing.''' Student? ''The college allows extracurricular activities. Let's do one and I'll give you a good grade.'' Little by little, everyone was corrupted

written by help of ChatGPT Albus Dumbledore was her father, or rather, he had adopted her when she was just an infant. She never questioned how she came into his care—until the memories of another life surfaced. She remembered being someone else. A girl from another world, a world where Harry Potter was merely a book series. She had died young, and when given a second chance, she had been granted three wishes. She had wished for magic, the ability to shape her own destiny, and a loving family. The universe, it seemed, had a sense of humor. Rosabelle was a Metamorphmagus, gifted with the ability to change her appearance at will. It was a rare and powerful magic, one that set her apart even in the wizarding world. But more importantly, she was Albus Dumbledore's daughter, raised in the hallowed halls of Hogwarts and beloved by the greatest wizard of the age. Growing up in the castle had been a dream, but she quickly realized that being a Dumbledore came with its own expectations. While Albus loved her dearly, he was often busy, leaving her in the care of Professors McGonagall and Flitwick. She learned magic swiftly, surpassing her peers with natural talent and a sharp intellect. Her Metamorphmagus abilities were a secret she guarded closely, using them only when necessary. When she was old enough to understand the world around her, she realized something chilling—she was living in the story of Harry Potter. A world she once read about was now her reality, and she knew what was coming. The rise of Voldemort, the trials Harry would endure, and the pain her father would suffer. She decided then and there that she would change fate. She would not allow things to unfold as they had before. As the years passed, Rosabelle kept a close eye on the events around her. She befriended Severus Snape when she was just a child, seeing the broken, lonely boy beneath the cold exterior. She tried to guide him toward a different path, hoping he would not make the same tragic mistakes. When Harry Potter arrived at Hogwarts, she watched him carefully, ensuring he stayed on track without interfering too much. But sometimes, she couldn't help herself. "Rosabelle, why do you always show up when things get complicated?" Harry once asked, frustrated after she had pulled him out of trouble with Peeves. She had merely smirked. "I have a knack for knowing when to be in the right place at the right time." But it wasn't just about protecting Harry. She wanted to make sure that people who had suffered in the original timeline found happiness. She subtly nudged Neville Longbottom toward confidence, helped Hermione Granger embrace her brilliance without isolating herself, and kept Draco Malfoy from falling too far into his family's dark legacy. And then there was her father. She knew what would happen to Albus Dumbledore. She knew about the cursed ring, the painful sacrifices, and his eventual demise. She refused to accept it. If she had been given this life and this knowledge, she would use it to protect the ones she loved. One evening, she confronted him in his office. "I know you're hiding something from me." Dumbledore sighed, his blue eyes twinkling with sadness. "My dear, there are things that even I cannot change." Rosabelle clenched her fists. "That's not true. You always say that the future is not set in stone. If that's the case, then I refuse to let you sacrifice yourself." He smiled at her, pride evident in his expression. "You have your mother's fire." She didn't know who her biological mother was, but in that moment, it didn't matter. Albus Dumbledore was her father, and she would do anything to save him. As the war loomed closer, Rosabelle realized that despite all her efforts, fate had a way of fighting back. Some things seemed destined to happen no matter what she did. But she wasn't afraid. She had magic, she had knowledge, and most importantly, she had people who believed in her. For rosaBelle Dumbledore was not just another piece

A sickle lodged deep in his neck, cold steel biting through flesh. Voices murmured around him, debating his fate as blood poured in thick rivulets, staining the ground beneath him. His vision wavered, the world blurring at the edges. Fragments of memory surfaced, slipping through his grasp as darkness crept in. With faltering breath, he muttered a prayer. "Pitiful child," a voice crooned, its melody both soothing and unsettling. Then—screeching tires. A violent crash. From nowhere, a truck barreled through the alley, crushing him and his murderers beneath its weight. The world went silent. Kevin awoke. The question of where he was lingered in his mind, yet he could feel it. An eerie, suffocating void stretched around him, vast and oppressive. There was no warmth, no sound, only the weight of nothingness pressing down, as if his very soul could wither away. "Pitiful child," the voice whispered again, its presence weaving through the void. "Love evades you. Singled out, discarded, assumed to be nothing. No one would mourn your disappearance." A flicker of sadness crossed Kevin’s face. "But there is no redemption for you here either. You will serve as a tool for my adversary, fulfilling what I cannot. Your existence has granted me this moment, and in return, you will perish as you were always meant to. Your memories of this life and our encounter will fade" A hand emerged from the abyss, pale and grotesque, reaching for him. Kevin’s very being twisted. A sensation beyond pain, beyond fear—something worse. An unbearable pressure built inside him, warping his essence, as though he were unravelling, torn apart from within. Then came the rage. A lifetime of being used, manipulated, and discarded. Again and again, others had shaped his fate, moulding him to their will. Even now, even here, the cycle continued. No more. Through the agony, he roared. "I will not be what you want or what anyone wants. Even without my memories, I will hunt, I will devour, and I will carve my own path. It doesn’t matter if you are a god or the devil” The entity smiled. "I am no god. I am no devil. " Its voice echoed, a whisper and a thunderclap all at once. "I am A@#!@ro♧h!!"

In a world full of heroes trying to save the world from alien's, what will happen to Zane when a piece of alien technology lodges itself into his arm, granting him his own way to get stronger...

The elevator stank of burnt wiring and adrenal sweat. Lucas Hayes came to consciousness with his cheek pressed against cold steel, the floor vibrating with the machine's perpetual ascent. A cracked display panel flickered: DAY 9 | SAFETY DURATION 00:03:44. Three warped tones echoed as the system imprinted directly onto his retinas: [Precognitive Matrix Activated] [Sector Transition Imminent] His vision fractured into augmented reality overlays. Bloodshot eyes darted between floating diagnostics: [Destination: Floor 248] Threat Classification: Standard Biohazards (Homo corruptus) x20 Recommended Arsenal: Bladed weapons (76% efficacy) Reward Manifest: Silver Cache (Full eradication required) Lucas gripped the shock-baton strapped to his thigh, its ceramic surface still smeared with luminescent fungal spores from yesterday's skirmish. The elevator's speakers emitted a decaying piano chord as new text scrolled through static: [Destination: Floor 249] Containment Unit: Obsidian Reliquary (SCP-XXXX Variant) Threat Level: White (Placid) His boot tapped rhythm against the floor where Natalie Evans had bled out seven cycles ago. The memory played in crystal clarity - her screams syncing perfectly with the elevator's current pitch-shifted rendition of Clair de Lune. [Destination: Floor 250] Entity Designation: Noctis lamia (Cognitive Hazard Class C)* Survival Probability: 41.2±18% The control panel erupted in fractal patterns as reality glitched. Lucas glimpsed William Carter's skeleton key lodged in the emergency brake slot - the same key that had melted through three layers of Kevlar when its owner died. "Beta protocol. Always beta." He smashed blood-crusted knuckles against the floor selector. The elevator screamed in harmonic resonance as it deviated from its programmed path.

# Arranged marriage #Paranormal Romance -She was his sweet peach. His wish. His eternity. His redemption. His to corrupt and his to command. He has and would never love any the way he loved her- Hermione Barclay, an attractive princess suffered a tragic past which caused her to isolate herself, frightened by the presence of people, poor constructions of words... The memory of the vampire boy whom she had once felt safe around remained etched in her innermost self and she fantasized about nothing but him. Years later, a marriage proposal arrived and she was to wed the same man she had always dreamt about, unfortunately, her expectations of him were crushed. He only cared for her because he was asked to, not because he wanted to. Dark and Tragic twists awaited her in her new home, how was she going to survive?

Average is what best could be described as lyria's life or could have been. If she never had seen that man's life along with his world. It taught about the mystic and the dangers of the void fog along with the cult that praised the shroud, as it bends to there aid. A God from these memories seems set on trying to push a great burden on her. All while Her older sister is hiding more than just her love life. Everything will come ahead whithin the endless pitch black of the void fog as it seeks to enshroud all that remains. ----------- This my first attempt at putting one of my stories lodged in my head out there to read. On further note I will try to add the right tags before I get to certain points, but no guarantees so enjoy whats here. I also do appreciate any statements made about the my writing. Sincerely, this Author.

Hoffa arrived in the world of Harry Potter, brimming with excitement, thinking he’d finally get a chance to see the legendary wizard in person. However, to his shock, he found himself in 1938! He became a classmate of Voldemort and a student of Dumbledore. Where was his Hermione? Where was his Golden Trio? They didn’t exist. Not only that, but he was also forced to complete seven years of magical training under the strict demands of the compulsory education system. It was only when Hoffa finally came to his senses that he realized he hadn’t come to witness a legend—he had come to become one.

Almost 1000 years ago, when men sought to be like gods, the black Lily cult decided to make a god of their own, Damien, but something went wrong, turning the “god” into a devil. He caused havoc on the earth so much that heaven itself had to shut him down. 800 years later, Harriet Andrada Brown, a 17-year-old high school senior in her last year, who had been fascinated with the supernatural for as long as she could remember—more specifically, devils. On the first day of her school field trip, she came face-to-face with a mysterious boy she had never seen before; he was about her age. She later came to know him as Damien. Through the excursion, they had various encounters that led her to believe he was no ordinary boy, but her curiosity ended as they graduated, putting an end to their meeting, or so she thought. Months later, they find themselves at the same college. Convinced she’s being stalked, she decided to confront him, which ends up taking her to his home. Unknown to her, this boy, Damien, turned out to be a devil—the very devil she had been looking for all along. While in his house, she accidentally gets cursed, cursed to have a part of his power lodged in her, making her a target for the forces who want said power. Now she’s living her life, trying to make it through each day with a death sentence around her neck. With the help of Damien and the other devils, will she survive, or will the curse cut her down before she can be saved?

One Throne One Queen Two Princesses One Heir In the Realm of Elves and Fairies, Yael, King or Queen becomes the Master Whisperer- meaning the elf or fairy with the best singing voice that calls on Nature and she answers. The current Queen has two daughters, the youngest of which is said to be the next Master Whisperer while her oldest doesn't seem to hold any magic at all. The difference with which they are treated by their mother should cause a rift between them but instead brings them all the much closer since they can both see each other's suffering. The same night, they decide to run away from the castle and embark on different journeys hoping to fight against fate and save each other from their destiny. Things are never as they seem, however. Fate seems to have other plans for the two young elves and the more they try to fight it, the more it fights back. Everything they thought they knew or believed in is made of glass and with the first revelation, it starts cracking. Why did they know so little for the neighbouring kingdom of demihumans? What is the Golden Thread and why does Fate keep playing with it like a cat? In a world where they don't believe in gods, they still have their own plans for them and laugh at their efforts.

What would have happened if Harry had gotten the diary Horcrux instead of Ginny? Harry is confused about many things. Why won't Dumbledore let him stay at Hogwarts for the summer instead of go back to the Dursleys? Why won't Ginny leave him alone, even after he tells her he's gay? Why do Ron and Hermione keep meeting with Dumbledore and not telling him about it? With the help of his new friend, Tom Riddle, Harry answers these questions and more. *I don’t own this story*

so far this might be a one shot a new mysterious boy name John has joined Hogwarts is past is a unknown to even the great Dumbledore how will John change the story is he a hero or a villain and who else would he take with him down his own path I don't own anything related to the harry potter franchise or the photo used

While grieving at her husband Shane’s grave, Bella Catherine notices a dying dog in the distance. Drawn to it, she discovers the animal’s lifeless body and something horrifying within—a blood-soaked diary lodged inside its stomach. Despite her fear, Bella feels compelled to take the Red Dairy home, unknowingly stepping into a world of dark magic and chilling secrets.

This is a book about a young man who lives in a world where the sun was destroyed by a massive mysterious hand, scattering strange energy and new worlds, bringing around a new age

The Alien Within Grinwall is no ordinary country, and Riverdale Academy is no ordinary school. Both are covert battlegrounds where powerful beings, hidden identities, and secret alliances shape the destiny of those who inhabit them. Among these is Tessa Caldwell, a Kaelrian alien with unmatched speed and a mysterious, water-like fragrance. Adopted by her teacher, Ms. Caldwell, Tessa tries to blend in, but her distinct blue eyes betray her origins to those who know where to look. Her life changes when Adrian, a fellow Kaelrian with a fiery aura and god-like confidence, arrives at Riverdale. Their connection is undeniable, but it attracts dangerous attention. When Adrian’s alien nature is revealed during a dramatic hospital incident, chaos erupts. Government agents are dispatched, and Principal Hammond is forced to defend Riverdale’s reputation, as students react with fear, admiration, and jealousy. Bridget Mills, Tessa’s rival, mocks her defeat by claiming she lost to an "alien," while others, like Oxlade and Karl, recount how Adrian saved them. Yet the growing tension at Riverdale is only a glimpse of greater dangers. The SSG organization, a sinister force with eyes on Tessa and Adrian, is joined by an even darker figure: Ikehara, the shadow of the sun god, and a loyal follower of Rhemon, a devil with a grudge against Solaris the true sun god, whose plans threaten the survival of the Kaelrians loyal to Solaris and Lunara (moon goddess). In the midst of a high-stakes escape from SSG, Tessa and Adrian encounter the mysterious Rhemonic people. The Rhemonics, regarding Tessa as the successor to their moon goddess, worship her, forging a powerful alliance. This new found bond brings new challenges, including a dangerous quest to gather ingredients to awaken the Rhemonic people from their limited lands and blocked memories, a curse wrought by Rhemon—a devilish force once thought to be their salvation. As Rhemon rises, threatening to control both Kaelrians and Rhemonics alike, Tessa and Adrian’s mission becomes a race against time. Along the way, Tessa uncovers her heritage as the daughter of Lunara, the moon goddess, and Solaris, the sun god. Adrian, the son of Solaris and a maid, shares a complex, divine bond with Tessa, yet both are haunted by the legacies they inherit. Amidst this conflict, Ashley Duve, a woman who shares the bed and secrets with Rhemon, fools Tessa into believing she was the moon goddess, and she entered her conscious thought, gradually eroding it away while she appears helpful and wise and seemingly innocent, Ashley’s actions soon reveal her true agenda. She uses her powers to impersonate the moon goddess, taking over Tessa’s body, manipulating events to help Ikehara gather the ingredients needed to awaken Rhemon. As Ashley’s allegiance becomes clear, Tessa and Adrian realize they cannot trust anyone, not even those closest to them. Against overwhelming threats, Tessa and Adrian must fight not only to protect each other but also to save their world. Grappling with questions of identity, loyalty, and love, their journey unfolds across various chapters of betrayal, alliances, and epic confrontations with cosmic powers. Only by unlocking the potential within themselves can Tessa and Adrian hope to survive this battle, protecting the very essence of their people and the world.

[Warning: Mature content R-18 ] My tags: Smart Mc - Harem - Milf Hunter- Op Mc - Cold and cunning Mc - edgy-Op-Mc, NO YURI, smut- romance-massacre. As flames scorched the land and blood painted the soil, a lone figure stood atop a mountain of fallen demigods and chosen apostles, his blade—a masterpiece of folded steel—dripping with the blood of those who dared to invade. The gods had taken everything: his clan, his love, leaving him with nothing but wrath. They had made one critical mistake, however—they had crossed into Makaiyama (魔界山), the sacred mountain of Ryukoku’s most feared legend: the Heavenly Demon. Beyond the veil of space and time, celestial beings gazed in shock. “Impossible…” one god whispered, watching as the Heavenly Demon, armed with nothing but raw skill and a dark aura, felled three divine kin. Rage flared across their ranks as they saw their immortal kin fall to mere mortal swordsmanship, untainted by magic. Even as the Heavenly Demon staggered, weapons lodged deep into his body, he fixed his gaze forward, crimson eyes blazing with defiance. His obsidian katana, blood-soaked, pierced the peak of Makaiyama like a stake driven into the heart of heaven itself. His voice echoed in the darkness between life and death, and there, in the chasm of despair, a metallic whisper resonated: “[Project God Executioner has been activated.]" "[Accept?]" the voice asked. With a heart ablaze, he swore vengeance. He would rise—not as a puppet, but as the gods' executioner.