Marble Hornets Tim

Genre: Billionaire Romance / Obsession / Corporate War / Emotional Drama • A sharp-tongued small-town girl falls into the dangerous love of the most powerful oil mogul in Mexico. But when she becomes the target of his enemies—and his obsession—she must decide if love is worth losing herself… or if he’s worth betraying. • Joseph León was the most feared name in oil — Mexico’s oil tycoon with empires that stretched across oceans. His name opened doors in Dubai, whispered in Geneva, and commanded boardrooms in Texas. But in the private sanctum of his glass-walled penthouse above Mexico City, the only thing that brought him to his knees… was Green. Green Ariza. The sharp-tongued, warm-eyed girl from the southeast — who didn’t care for oil, power, or the billions in his offshore accounts. And that terrified Joseph more than any corporate war. She stormed into his office, her heels clicking furiously against the Italian marble. Her designer leather bag slammed onto the chair with finality. “I want to talk to you, Joseph!” she snapped. Behind his desk, Joseph was mid-call with a venture capitalist from Qatar, trying to lock in a deal worth $1.3 billion. He held up one finger without looking up — only for a second — then paused. His eyes met hers. Sharp. Furious. Tired of something. He ended the call. “I’ll speak to you later,” he said calmly, before the voice on the other line could protest. “Yes, I know it’s urgent.” He hung up, removed his glasses, and leaned back in his chair. His gaze softened. “What does my love want that has her so upset?” he asked, like the storm in her eyes didn’t scare him. “A Maserati? Givenchy? My black card is right there—just whisper what you want, and it’s yours.” Green exhaled, shaking her head. “I’m not here for gifts, Joseph.” “I know.” “No, you don’t. You always think money can fix things.” “I absolutely don’t think that.” “You bought the company I worked for because I said I was scared of getting fired—how is that not thinking money fixes things?” “I bought it,” he said quietly, “because it was the only way I could keep seeing you. You were avoiding me. Saying you couldn’t risk your job. So I made it yours. You’re head of creative strategy now. With triple your old salary. And you only work when you want.” She turned away, rubbing her forehead. “Green,” he said, his voice a low murmur now. “Can I touch you?” She blinked at him. “Are you asking permission to touch me?” “You usually get angry when I touch you during a fight,” he said honestly, standing slowly. “You say I use it to make you forget why you’re mad.” “…Because you do.” “And you let me.” She turned to face him, and for a moment, neither said a word. He reached out, gently, his hand grazing her elbow. “So tell me, why are you really angry?” She looked away. “Is it because of the girl at the gala?” he asked. Her head snapped back toward him. “She’s like a sister. My father’s goddaughter.” “She was holding your hand.” “She’s grieving. Her brother was assassinated in Bogotá.” Green stepped back, arms folded. “You don’t even see how many women throw themselves at you. My mother tells me I’m stupid for staying. That I should leave you and marry someone safer. Someone like Don Frederick.” Joseph’s jaw tightened. “Don Frederick is a snake with a fake smile and a poisoned chalice. He’s not safe, he’s subtle. That’s worse.” “My mother doesn’t care,” Green said bitterly. “She only sees headlines. And dollar signs.” “What do you see?” he asked, stepping closer. “When you look at me. What do you see?” She didn’t answer. He touched her cheek, gently. “Do you think I’d let myself love anyone but you? I’d burn down every oil well I own before I lose you.” She blinked. “Don’t say things like that.” “Why? Because you believe me?” “No,” she whispered. “Because I do.”

One elite school. One dead student. Two boys who can’t stand each other…and can’t stay away. Welcome to Blackwell Academy. A school where power isn’t earned…it’s inherited. Blackwell Academy is the most prestigious high school in the country…. But behind the ivy-covered walls and marble floors, nothing is innocent. Secrets are traded. Scandals are covered. And everyone is playing a role in the chain. At the top of the food chain is The Glass Circle….a powerful, group of six students born into wealth, influence, and power. They’re admired, feared, envied. Untouchable. One night, one of them, in the circle ends up dead. What happens when Ash Rivera….a quiet, artistic scholarship student from the slums of the city…witnesses the one thing he was never meant to see? He wasn’t supposed to be at the party. He wasn’t supposed to step into their world. He wasn’t suppose to see the body fall off the rooftop. He definitely wasn’t supposed to catch Dominic Vale’s attention. But one wrong night changes everything. He’s the only one who knows the truth…and the only one the killer didn’t plan for. “They said I didn’t belong in their world. They were right. Now I’m the secret no one saw coming.” And why does Dominic keep saying, "Ash Rivera is mine. No one touches him…no one…except me."

Every hero starts with power. He started with dust. One moment, the classroom buzzed with teenage chatter. The next, silence fell. Students blinked—and opened their eyes in an ancient hall carved from gold and marble. The air shimmered with divine magic. And at its center stood a goddess—flawless, proud, unbelievably beautiful and wrapped in flowing white. It was a divine summoning performed by a divine goddess. Among them was Vritra… and his stunningly beautiful mother. While others received blessings, powerful physiques and grand titles, Vritra was given a skill so pathetic it made even the goddess wrinkle her nose. An ability—so pitifully weak that it drew laughter, scorn, and even disgust. But that wasn't the worst part. Betrayed and cornered inside the labyrinth, Vritra had two choices: die… or fall into the death trap. A death canopy with no exit and no chance of survival, the only option was to slaughter the demons endlessly for months. Finally!! He forced his dormant skill to awaken, after killing thousands and hundreds of thousands demons and devouring them, becoming a broken ability. A dragon? A demon? What am I exactly? ****** White robes. Cold arrogance A sinful revenge. White robes can stain. And in the dark, even divinity can moan. And then there was his mo— guilt in her breath, shame in her eyes, whispering apologies between gasps in her son's ear, doing what had to be done… for both their sakes, giving birth to a morally wrong relation. ________________ Absolutely no NTR, none at all!!! Discord: https://discord.gg/5Bp6Pb9UzN Extra chapters based on response I receive, that's all for now, peace out!!

[Ding!] [Cashback System Activation Requirement Met!] [System Binding In Progress...!] [System Successfully Linked!] [Spent $1,000. 10x Critical Hit. Earned $10,000. The money has been transferred to account XXX-XXX-XXX] [Spent at least $1,000 on a beautiful lady. Received 1 lottery ticket. Do you want to use it?] [YES][NO] Kyle was a man that has never had any luck in life and he was on the verge of ending it all after being fired from his minimum wage job due to a customer's complaint which turned out to be a lie but due to the customer being an attractive lady, no one believed Kyle. To make matters worse, he had to pay for the damages that was caused by the customer. Beautiful people, they had it easy, didn't they? This was his last step and he knew that he wouldn't see tomorrow as he searched for a river to throw himself in. He thought his mind finally broke as there was no explanation for the Cyan Screen that popped up as he clicked the [YES] button. [You have drawn Charm!] [Charm: There is nothing the user can't charm his way out of or into! The universe has blessed you with charisma!] "Hahaha! I must have lost my marbles..." Kyle muttered to himself but his phone soon rang out to show that he had a notification. And to his surprise, he saw $10,000 sitting in his account and his jaw dropped. "THIS IS FOR REAL!!!"

When an alien ambassador crash-lands in Tim's backyard and demands, 'Take me to your leader,' the 12-year-old does what any kid would do: he points to himself and says, 'That’s me. I’m the King of Earth.' Now, thanks to a hastily signed treaty (and a promise to hand over Jupiter), Tim’s got an armory of world-ending alien tech, an invulnerable Planetary Base in his backyard treehouse, and one tiny problem: nobody told him ruling a planet would be this hard. Between conquering Earth, fending off hostile fleets, outsmarting intergalactic bureaucrats, and explaining his absences to his Trekkie dad, Tim’s in way over his head. But if he can’t bluff his way through alien diplomacy fast, humanity might end up as collateral damage. "King of All I Survey" is a fun, heart-pounding sci-fi adventure where one kid’s lie decides the fate of Earth—and homework is nothing compared to intergalactic war.

No system. No shortcuts. Just memory, grit, and the will to burn brighter. When gods fall silent, only the stubborn rise. William Carter died quietly—a forgotten soul in a world that never gave him a chance. But death wasn’t the end. He awakens as William Denvers, infant heir to a noble house in Primera, a shattered world once shaped by goddesses and divine law. There’s no system prompt. No cheat skill. No divine blessing. Just memory, silence, and a single burning vow: “I want to live. I want to show the world… I am William Carter. And I am here.” As he learns to crawl through the marble halls of House Denvers, William begins the long, brutal path toward power—the hard way. Through books, blades, and bone-deep resolve, he must grow in a land where magic is legacy, war is memory, and children are molded into tools. But Primera is not a peaceful land. Whispers of vanished gods still haunt the wind. Cults of flame and shadow stir beneath sacred soil. And behind the grace of noble houses lie secrets that could tear the world apart once more. William Denvers is not chosen by fate. He chooses himself. To survive. To rise. To make this second life matter. And when the fires of war return to Primera, he will not run. He will remember the vow that brought him here—and ignite a world with it.

At the edge of Elmspire Valley, nestled within towering spires and marble halls, lies Hillstead University—a place known for prestige, secrecy, and power older than history itself. At Hillstead University, nothing is ever as it seems. Beneath the ancient stone and silver halls lies a power long forgotten… waiting to awaken. Five strangers arrive from different worlds—each carrying secrets, scars, and no idea what binds them together. Until the arc calls to them. An elemental force, older than them. A legacy buried beneath silence. And a destiny none of them asked for. As strange events unfold and danger closes in, they begin to change—each touched by a different force of nature. But power never comes without a cost. Enemies lurk in shadows. The past begins to stir. And if they don’t unite in time, the arc may tear them apart. This is the rise of something ancient. This is Arcbound.

"Tangan siapa yang pantas berada di bawah mistar, kalau semua mata lebih suka melihat ke depan, bukan ke belakang?" Mahesa, anak yang tumbuh dengan 1001 mimpi meski dirinya tau bukan anak emas, bukan juga harapan sekolah apalagi lingkungannya. Hidup selalu punya cara aneh buat nyeret dia ke tengah lapangan, ke tempat semua orang akhirnya harus menengok ke belakang. Ketika satu-satunya kiper tim utama dikenakan skorsing dan pertandingan penting tepat di depan mata, pelatih akhirnya tak punya lagi pilihan, Mahesa diminta turun ke lapangan. Tapi apa cukup tangan kosong buat ngelawan tekanan, sorakan sinis yang begitu panas dari arah tribun, dan masa lalu yang terus narik-narik dari belakang? "Kadang bukan cuma bola yang harus diselamatkan, sering kali juga harga diri juga butuh penjaga gawang." Quotes yang ditulis Mahesa baru saja kemarin sore di sekolah pada halaman belakang catatan matematika.

In the heart of the ethereal realm, there was a hidden kingdom named Lún Jiāng, where the moonlight kissed the rivers and shadows danced along marble halls. The kingdom was ruled by a wise queen and her twin daughters — Princess Mò Yáo and Princess Yín Shū. They were born during a celestial anomaly — a lunar eclipse followed by a rain of ink-colored petals. Prophecies foretold that twins of shadow and moonlight would either unite the fractured realms or tear the veil between life and dream. Though beloved by the queen, the court whispered behind veils — “One is too dark, the other too bright. Together, they are too dangerous.”

She thought he was just an accountant — a quiet man, a distant father, a ghost who left behind only a house and an ordinary name. But Maria Moretti wasn’t born for an ordinary life. At twenty-eight, she lives alone — stubborn, independent, healing in silence. Until her godfather shows up on her doorstep with a loaded truth and an order she can’t ignore: “You’re not safe here. Pack a bag.” Her father wasn’t just a man. He was Don Neo-Angelo Moretti. The ghost at the head of a bloodstained empire. Now Maria is pulled into a world of marble mansions, whispered names, and seven men who raised her — guardians who disciplined her, protected her, and kept their silence by her father’s command to shield her from the life he never wanted her to inherit. They see her grown now. Mouthy. Fierce. Complicated. And standing at the center of it all is Felix — the new Don, her godfather, her protector… Their connection isn’t forbidden, but it’s tangled in years of loyalty, silence, and unspoken rules. This isn’t a love story. It’s a legacy unfolding. A war between past and future. Between discipline and desire. Between seven men who would burn the world for her… And one woman learning who she’s meant to be. The crown is hers... But will she wear it — or honor Neo’s wish and reject it? Welcome to the bloodline.

In an era once ravaged by war, pride, and bloodline, four formidable kings broke the cycle of division and forged unity—establishing the B Empire, a colossal alliance uniting the East (Asya), West (Amerck), North (Arct), and South (Afrik). A century has passed since that unification. The dream of harmony lives on… yet so do its shadows. Suspended above the fractured territories, the ethereal capital of La Mer radiates—a marvel of magitek and memory, sustained by ancient seals and protected by the enigmatic Voices of Order. Within its luminous walls, humans, beastkin, hybrids, elementals, and long-forgotten races coexist in a fragile equilibrium. But peace was never meant to last. Beneath the Empire’s shining façade, dormant enemies awaken, forbidden forces resurface, and the scars of history begin to bleed anew. Across scorched deserts, enchanted ruins, frozen frontiers, and submerged cities, a new generation rises—each marked by fate, haunted by legacy, or driven by an unrelenting hunger for change. They may not yet be heroes… but they have been chosen. Among them: • Solla, an orphan from East Asya with a hidden power and an unshakable desire to find her place in the world. • Doniglao and Ariane, centaurian twins from the wild plains, caught between duty and rebellion. • Van Staden, a fugitive prince from the South, fleeing royal chains to forge his own path. • Nate, a tiger-blooded warrior from the Wild Tribes, determined to reclaim a future denied by war and social hierarchy. • Suthra, a silent water-blade wielder, quietly steering through uncertainty with grief and unwavering resolve. • Eula, a rogue hunter bearing secrets, scars, and unmatched aim. • Mr. Wills, a wordless woodborne drifter burdened with dangerous knowledge and an even more dangerous heart. Tested by ancient rites, watched by unseen forces, and torn by lingering allegiances, these thirty-one candidates are bound into ten unpredictable teams to face the Empire’s final challenge: to survive not only the trials ahead… but each other. As bonds fray and destinies collide, one question echoes through the marble halls of the Citadel: Will they honor the legacy of the Four Kings… or break it, and build a new empire from the ashes of the old?

Nhã Đoan – một người mẹ đơn thân xinh đẹp, dịu dàng nhưng mang trong mình vết thương lòng không thể lành. Cô từng có một tình yêu sâu đậm với Nhật Hạ, nữ giám đốc tài năng và kiêu hãnh. Cả hai đã cùng nhau vượt qua bao sóng gió, cứ ngỡ sẽ nắm tay đến cuối đời… cho đến khi định mệnh tàn nhẫn cướp đi Nhật Hạ trong một vụ tai nạn liên hoàn đầy nghi vấn. Một năm sau, Nhã Đoan gặp Ánh Dương – nữ doanh nhân mạnh mẽ, sắc sảo, với đôi mắt phượng sắc bén và khí chất khiến cô bàng hoàng. Bởi lẽ, Ánh Dương không chỉ giống Nhật Hạ đến kỳ lạ, mà còn biết những điều chỉ có hai người họ từng chia sẻ. Những ký ức lặp lại, những bí ẩn đan xen giữa quá khứ và hiện tại khiến Nhã Đoan hoang mang: Đây là trùng hợp, hay một mối nhân duyên chưa thể cắt đứt? Càng đến gần Ánh Dương, Nhã Đoan càng bị cuốn vào một cuộc điều tra – nơi cái chết của Nhật Hạ không đơn thuần là một tai nạn. Sự thật dần được hé lộ, kéo theo những bí ẩn đẫm nước mắt và số phận nghiệt ngã của ba con người bị mắc kẹt trong vòng xoáy định mệnh. Liệu tình yêu có thể vượt qua ranh giới giữa sự sống và cái chết? Liệu Nhã Đoan có thể đối diện với sự thật và lắng nghe trái tim mình? Một câu chuyện tình đau thương, huyền bí và ám ảnh đang chờ được vén màn…

A shattered god's soul gives Tim and Riku additional bodies in another world, while their Earth selves remain unchanged. Now they're living double lives. Tim a 30 year old Teacher has the body of a 19 Year old Female Cultivator. Riku a 18 year old college student has the body of a 24 year old confident Male Cultivator warrior.

At Houston University's elite campus in Mayfair City, two worlds collide through the lives of Gerald Martinez and Danny Blackwood. Gerald, a scholarship student from the wrong side of town, navigates the marble halls in his thrift store clothes while his dark curls frame a face hardened by necessity. His worn sneakers echo differently against the polished floors than the Italian leather of his classmates. Danny Blackwood represents everything Gerald isn't—trust fund privilege wrapped in designer suits, a Patek Philippe gleaming on his wrist as he slides into his Lamborghini. The heir to a financial empire, Danny moves through university life with the casual arrogance of someone who's never known want. The catalyst for their collision is Xavier Chen, Gerald's former girlfriend who traded love for luxury when she realized Gerald's potential couldn't match her appetite for Hermès bags and Christian Louboutin heels. Now draped on Danny's arm, she's everything Gerald lost and everything Danny effortlessly possesses. Caught between them stands Naomi Ashworth, the conglomerate heiress whose friendship with Gerald puzzles their social circle. While Alice Montgomery, the school's untouchable beauty goddess, watches from her pedestal alongside Danny's inner circle—Yuri and class president Blondie—Gerald finds support in his dormitory under Rick's guidance and his loyal friend Clinton. As tensions escalate between the dormitories—Rick's working-class fortress and Ivar's white-haired kingdom of privilege—the university becomes a battleground where relationships fracture along lines of wealth, loyalty, and ambition. In Mayfair City's first-class restaurants and boutiques, every interaction carries the weight of class warfare disguised as college drama.

Tim’s life was simple… until his sandwich went missing. Day after day, his perfect lunches vanish from the office fridge. Now, with his best friend Jake, Tim launches a full-on investigation — complete with traps, glitter bombs, and secret spy notes. Suspects? Everyone. Clues? Crumbs. Goal? Justice (and maybe a bite of his own sandwich). In this hilarious office mystery, one man’s lunch becomes a legend. Let the Sandwich War begin.

“The world was built on Law. But the Law forgot the boy.” Synopsis: In the skybound empire of Quinsley, where castles drift on chained islands and nobility is bred like cattle for war and glory, Prince Ezekiel Von Quinsley III is the forgotten branch of a golden tree—third prince, fifth in line, and entirely unloved. Mocked by his siblings, ignored by his father the Emperor, and born of a concubine scorned by the court, Ezekiel lives in silence, tethered only to his gentle mother and his bright, defiant little sister, Amelia. But all of that ends the day he follows his cousins into a forbidden cave carved into the cliffs of the empire. Inside, time fractures. Statues breathe. And blood runs freely across white marble as the children of royalty are massacred by divine constructs—living embodiments of Law itself. Ezekiel, half-dead and left to rot, is offered one final choice by a voice beyond flesh: > “Become my vessel, and you shall live.” That voice belongs to Azrael, the Primordial Dragon of Law, Order, and Concepts—a forgotten force banished from the world above. Bound to its will but not yet its slave, Ezekiel rises from death… altered, ancient, and hunted. As he flees into the Fallen Earth, where broken gods still whisper and twisted tribes remember the truth of the empire’s lies, Ezekiel must unravel the mystery of Concepts—abstract powers drawn from emotion, trauma, and the deepest laws of existence. But as Ezekiel gathers strength in silence, a storm builds in the Empire above. For Law does not tolerate rebellion. And it never forgets its own. > Will Ezekiel become the hand of judgment… or the blade that severs its chains? --- Themes: Power born from trauma Godhood through suffering The nature of justice vs law Memory as power Identity reclaimed through pain

Reji là một nam sinh cao trung mắc căn bệnh ung thư tim, sau nhiều lần không thể chữa khỏi, cậu đành chấp nhận số phận của bản thân. Trong những giây phút cuối cùng của cuộc đời, cậu lại gặp phải một hiện tượng kì lạ, sau đó cậu cũng chết theo một cách rất tàn bạo. Nhưng cậu mở mắt thêm lần nữa, phát hiện ra mình lại đang ở một nơi rất lạ? --- Reji was a high school student suffering from heart cancer. After many failed attempts at treatment, he eventually accepted his fate. In the final moments of his life, he encountered a strange phenomenon and died in a brutal way. But when he opened his eyes once more, he found himself in a strange new place.

What would you do if you had nothing left to lose... and someone invited you into paradise? ⠀ Broke. Desperate. Invisible. Peter is broke and out of options when the invitation comes: a clinical trial for a drug called S-12. ⠀ No 9-5. No overtime. Just money. Just take a little pill a day. ⠀ But instead of a sterile research lab, he's sent to a luxury facility behind locked gates. ⠀ Marble staircases. Endless gourmet meals. A casino that never closes. ⠀ It feels like paradise. Too perfect. Too flawless. ⠀ Then he hears the screaming. From a floor no one talks about. A floor no one visits. ⠀ He tells himself it's just a dream- until the memories return. ⠀ A face with no features. A hallway lined with eyes. Something wet, crawling under his skin. ⠀ Forget the side effects. Forget what they promised. But don't forget the guilt you carry. ⠀ New chapters every Friday Grab a drink, get comfortable, and step into something strange. And whatever you do... don't trust the elevators.

Cảnh báo: đây là truyện nữ chính là phe phản diện, trong truyện nhiều tình tiết máu me kinh dị, sự trả thù đồ sát của nữ chính khá bạo lực. Mọi người nên cân nhắc trước khi đọc. “Ta là Ma Tôn, chính đạo nể phục! Vì một chữ tình, mà khiến toàn bộ Ma Uyên Thánh Điện bị diệt!” Yểm La – Ma Tôn cường giả tuyệt thế, là niềm kiêu hãnh cuối cùng của Ma Uyên Thánh Điện. Vì một lời hứa, nàng gật đầu bước vào đại hôn với thiếu tộc trưởng chính đạo Cửu Huyền Đạo Tông, mong mở ra thời đại hòa bình giữa hai giới Chính - Tà. Thế nhưng…Rượu cưới chứa độc. Vòng tay tình nhân là pháp khí phong ấn. Lời thề dưới thiên địa, hóa ra chỉ là nghi lễ tiễn đưa toàn tộc nàng vào địa ngục. Ngay trong ngày cưới, Ma Uyên Thánh Điện bị diệt. Phụ thân – Ma Thần – tử trận. Yểm La bị chính người mình tin yêu moi tim, hủy đan, phế đạo. Khi mở mắt lần nữa, nàng trọng sinh trong thân xác một phàm nhân vô danh. Chẳng còn gì ngoài oán hận và ký ức đẫm máu. Yểm La trọng sinh – không để yêu thêm lần nữa. Mà để thiên đạo, chính đạo, toàn thế giới… phải quỳ. “Từng vì tình khiến Ma Uyên bị Diệt! Giờ vì Thù khiến Chính Đạo biến mất!”

Aiden adalah agen lapangan khusus yang bekerja pada sebuah organisasi yang dikenal dengan sebutan DRK Foundation. Memimpin sebuah tim yang disebut S.A.C.T-y, atau Special Armament Containment Team - y. Dia bersama rekannya menjalankan misi untuk mengamankan dan/atau menghapus anomali di dunia.

What boy doesn't dream of adventure? Especially if you have to master the most real magic? So Tim, a very ordinary twelve-year-old boy, didn't take long to accept the offer to enter a school of sorcery. He was not deceived: he actually ended up in the school. Which was located on the planet Jelshakh, perhaps on the other side of the universe. A whole crowd of boys and girls arrived at the school at the same time, but what a crowd! Elves, drowes, orcs, anzimars, peirots... and not a single Earthling but him. That, however, did not prevent him from making friends, and together they went to meet the real dangers and amazing discoveries! A true friend stays with you, even if he has something you don't. Tim is the only one at school who doesn't have an innate gift for magic. And he'll have to work hard to prove that he can do magic, too. I will be posting this story on RoyalRoad.com https://www.royalroad.com/profile/379495/fictions

Kyle Damian's life was already complicated, living with his hardworking mother after his father's untimely death. But everything changes the night he encounters a cursed artifact in the Draken City Museum-a mysterious box that unleashes a dark, ancient power. Now, Kyle is bound to Raknar, a malevolent demon who offers him unimaginable strength at the cost of his humanity. As Kyle grapples with his newfound abilities and the sinister presence lurking in his mind, he is thrust into a deadly conflict with Mr. Borgov, the ruthless leader of the Red Hornet Mafia. Borgov will stop at nothing to eliminate Kyle, whose supernatural powers pose a threat to his criminal empire. But as Kyle battles Borgov's forces, he faces an even greater danger-losing control to Raknar, who seeks to bend him to his will. Torn between protecting his loved ones and resisting the demon's influence, Kyle must navigate a world where trust is scarce, and enemies are everywhere. As the line between hero and monster blurs, Kyle is forced to confront the darkest parts of himself. Will he succumb to the power within, or will he find a way to fight back and reclaim his life? In a high-stakes battle where the supernatural collides with the criminal underworld, Kyle must decide how far he's willing to go to protect those he loves-and whether he can do so without losing his soul.

Prologue – The First Light Long before the name “Eldoria” was etched in song or stone, before demon kings cast shadows across the land, before moonlight kissed marble temples—there was only the Light. It was not sunlight, nor any star’s glimmer, but something deeper—an ancient pulse that breathed life into the world. This Light was essence, harmony, and the echo of the world’s first rhythm. From it arose the Guardians: vast elemental spirits shaped from mist, stone, tide, and wind. They guided the lands, balanced the skies, and stirred the heart of all living things. But balance is fragile. Time passed. The Guardians fell silent—some forgotten, others betrayed. The Light waned, retreating into memory, and in its absence, a new force took hold. From the void left behind, Malakar emerged—neither born nor created, but conjured from imbalance. Eyes like molten silver. Words like poison. He spread discord through roots and rivers, twisted men into beasts, and turned cities into echoes of what they once were. Where unity had ruled, he sowed conquest. Where meaning had existed, he left only hunger. Yet even in despair, the old Light stirred. A vision came to the Moon Priestesses: a figure cloaked in grief, marked by loss, who would carry sorrow not as a burden—but as a key. A child of ashes. A soul tempered by pain. His name was Kael Draven. The boy who had watched his village collapse under claw and shadow now walks a different path. Vengeance sharpened his steps. But in the gathering dusk, others joined him: a cursed mage seeking redemption, a priestess guided by visions, a warrior whose honor survived exile, a wild whisperer of beasts, and rebels who still believed in tomorrow. Together, they found something long hidden—the Artifact of Hope, a relic older than any kingdom. But its light demanded a price: memory, belief, even pieces of the self. Now, the world stands on the threshold. Malakar watches. The ancient forces stir. And the question remains: Will this light be enough to mend what was broken—or will the darkness swallow all that remains? Read the novel with picture depiction: https://bit.ly/4mYrNjd

Jin Mu-ryong, the disgraced heir of the Frozen Blade Sect, kneels before the Imperial Court—his hands bound in soul-severing chains, his once-proud robes reduced to bloodied rags. The Emperor, flanked by the very martial brothers Mu-ryong once called family, grins as he pronounces the sentence: "Execution for the traitor." Desperation turns to rage as Mu-ryong smashes his forehead against the floor—not in surrender, but in final defiance. The impact cracks the marble, and in that instant, a blinding summoning circle ignites beneath him, its intricate runes unlike any Murim formation. The Emperor's smirk vanishes as Mu-ryong dissolves into golden light, leaving behind only a whisper of qi and the echoing laughter of… someone else. He awakens naked and wounded in a grand cathedral, surrounded by foreign mages in flowing robes. Their language is gibberish, but their expressions are clear: awe and terror. For Mu-ryong has not been exiled—he has been summoned. The Kingdom of Luminar is losing its war against the Demon God’s hordes. Their last hope? A "Hero from Beyond the Heavens and a puppet they can control." But what they got was no hero, nor a beast to be tamed—they summoned a vengeful Murim monster.

Kamakura Metropolitan University practically worships its resident bad‑boy brood: Akuma Takashi and his hand‑picked trio—Tomo Aizawa, Reiho Tsukishima, Itsuki Moriyama, and Takumi Kisaragi. Handsome, untouchable, and forever bored, they survive on one intoxicating pastime: reckless bets. The whole campus swoons over them, yet something about the quartet feels… off—too polished, too predatory, almost supernatural. It’s a sun‑soaked Thursday when trouble finds them. Akuma lounges in the cafeteria, annotation pen hovering over a battered paperback, when Tomo drops into the seat opposite, eyes gleaming. “Bro,” he drawls, “bet you can’t make the very next person through that door fall hopelessly in love with you.” The glass doors hiss. In walks Kaito Ishikawa—hood up, earbuds in, radiating I‑dare‑you apathy. Once upon a freshman year, he was Reiho’s favorite target; lockers, insults, sucker punches—Kaito endured them all with a single bored blink and a muttered expletive. Reiho flinches at the memory. “Bad call, Tomo. The guy’s got ice water for blood and a tongue like barbed wire.” Itsuki arches a brow; Takumi gives a low whistle. Tomo just smirks wider. Akuma snaps his book shut, eyes tracking Kaito’s deliberate stride. A lazy, dangerous smile curls across his lips. “Challenge accepted,” he murmurs— and in that heartbeat, the game is on. Akuma Takashi is the very definition of breathtaking. With white marble hair that dances with the wind and ocean-blue eyes that could drown you without warning, he’s the kind of beauty that makes people stop mid-step—and girls quite literally beg for his attention. He’s tall—like, stupidly tall—standing at a striking 180 cm, and he knows how to use every inch of it. And then there’s Kaito Ishikawa—just 165 cm of pure, concentrated menace. A short, sharp-tempered little villain, armed with jet-black hair, deep brown eyes, and zero tolerance for bullshit. He’s either buried in a book or glued to his phone, rarely acknowledges class, and yet… he’s always topping the academic charts. How? No one knows. Why? No one dares to ask. Frankly, no one cares—because Kaito doesn’t give a single damn about being understood. He’s chaos in a quiet package. And Akuma? He might be the only one insane enough to unwrap it.

Sẽ thế nào nếu bạn trở thành thiên mệnh? Có được quyền lực tuyệt đối, có được sức mạnh đỉnh cao, có dàn hậu cung mỹ nữ giữa chốn bồng lai thoát tục? Vậy.. Liệu ai có hiểu liệu vạn kiếp luân hồi có thực sự hạnh phúc? Liệu ai có biết cái giá phải trả của một kẻ xuyên không? Liệu ai có trải lời nguyền bạc phận mà còn giữ được nụ cười? Vô Thường Là một bác sĩ không ham quyền thế, không có quá nhiều công trạng, tiền bạc hay tình yêu, hắn chỉ muốn giúp đỡ mọi người bằng tấm lòng nhân hậu. Tuy nhiên, số phận trớ trêu lại không để hắn được sống yên ổn. Hắn lại trở thành "kẻ được chọn" - trở thành một con tốt thí trong tay Thiên đạo, buộc phải xuyên qua vô số thế giới. Hắn không nhớ mình đã xuyên không bao nhiêu lần Mười vạn? Trăm vạn? Đáp lại hắn chỉ là một khoảng lặng Dường như giữa những kẻ nắm giữ vận mệnh kẻ khác làm thú vui, hắn cũng chỉ là một hạt cát giữa sa mạc rộng lớn Một trò tiêu khiển không hơn không kém Bất lực vì không thể thay đổi số phận Bất lực vì không thể bảo vệ hạnh phúc Bất lực vì không thể phản kháng trước sức mạnh tối cao Mỗi một kiếp, hắn đều mang theo một lời nguyền nghiệt ngã: không nhà, không thân nhân, không chốn dung thân,những kẻ thân thiết với hắn, ắt sẽ chết. Phải trải qua ranh giới sinh tử dài vô tận chỉ vì chút hy vọng trở về chốn cũ Sống giữa nhân gian, hắn cũng chẳng thể tìm thấy một chút bình yên. Người đời ca ngợi xuyên không là cơ hội, là thiên mệnh. Nhưng hắn thấu rõ hơn ai hết: Đứng trên đỉnh phong, vô địch thiên hạ, cũng chỉ là một con cờ bị Thiên đạo thao túng trong một vở kịch rẻ tiền của số mệnh. "Kiếp thứ hai" chẳng qua là đoạt xá linh hồn của kẻ khác vì những dục vọng hão huyền. "Tai ương kiếp nạn" cũng chỉ để thỏa mãn cho cơn thú tính và phẩm cách vặn vẹo của Thiên đạo mà thành. Còn những "hệ thống", tưởng chừng như ban phát sức mạnh, nhưng bản chất chỉ là những con ký sinh ghê tởm trong vỏ bọc của thánh nhân, âm thầm thôn phệ tu vi và tuổi thọ của người sử dụng. Vô địch ư? Chỉ là giấc mộng hão huyền của những kẻ bị thiên mệnh lừa gạt mà thôi. Trải qua hàng ngàn vạn lần luân hồi, trái tim hắn giờ đây đã nguội lạnh, tâm ma ngày càng lớn mạnh. Hắn không còn tin vào nhân quả, không còn tin vào sự tồn tại của công lý. Hắn đã đánh mất đi chính mình, trở thành một bản ngã vô tình vất vưởng nhân gian.. Những kí ức dần biến chất thành nỗi oán hận. Hắn chỉ còn lại một mục tiêu duy nhất: diệt Thiên đạo. "Kẻ nghịch chuyển mệnh ta, dù có khiến Trường Giang nhuộm màu máu, dù có biến Tây Lăng thành tử địa, ta cũng nguyện lấy huyết đổi mệnh, chẳng nửa lời oán trách."

Chapter 0 – Ashes of a Daughter Place: The Ruined Palace Date: Late winter, Year 768 The palace burned. What once stood tall in white stone and gold banners now crumbled in smoke and ruin. Screams had long faded. Blood dried too fast in the winter wind. The flag of Eltharion lay trampled in the mud, and beneath it all, Vireya stood alone. Her armor was cracked. Her blade, gone. She had killed and bled and shielded—and still, they lost. And yet she stood. On shattered marble steps, her father—the king—watched the last member of his kingdom flicker in the girl before him. He had not fled. He had not begged. But he had not answered her warnings, either. “Do you see it now?” Vireya whispered. Her voice was hoarse from ash and war. “He used us. Everything I said… everything you ignored—” Silence. He didn’t argue. He never had to. He was the king. She was the weapon. She took one step closer. Blood leaked from the cut at her ribs. The world spun. “I’ve fought every battle for you. Spilled every drop they asked.” Her voice softened. “And I came back each time hoping—just hoping—you’d see me.” Still nothing. The wind picked up, bitter and sharp. Her fingers trembled as they reached for her chest plate. She couldn’t breathe. She wasn’t sure she wanted to anymore. “If I were born again,” she said, eyes dull, “would you ever… love me?” He met her gaze, just once. But no answer came. No apology. No denial. Only the quiet shame of a man who realized too late what he had broken. Vireya’s lips trembled with a hollow smile. “That’s what I thought.” Her sword slipped from her hand. “I hope I’m never your daughter again.” And then—her knees gave out. The world tilted. Darkness swelled around the corners of her vision. But just before the fall, she felt arms catch her. Solid, trembling. Too late. She closed her eyes. Place: The Garden of Eltharion Date: Early spring, Year 756 The air was too still. Leaves rustled overhead, casting dappled shadows across her face. The scent of pine and soft earth clung to her skin—but beneath it, the sharp sting of memory. Vireya’s eyes opened slowly. The sky above was too blue. The silence is too clean. No fire. No blood. Her throat ached—dry, parched, and burning like she’d swallowed smoke. She coughed weakly, and her hand flew to her side— But there was no wound. Only the phantom pain of where a blade had once pierced her. The memory of steel sang louder than the wind. She pushed herself upright, limbs trembling. Her body was smaller. Softer. Younger. “No...” The word caught in her throat. Her voice was barely a whisper. The last thing she remembered was dying—falling in her father’s arms after giving up the hope of being loved. And now… this? Footsteps. She flinched instinctively, body coiled for defense. But it was only a girl—barefoot, with soft steps and a plain brown dress. Her maid. Lune. Mute. Loyal. Eyes like dusk, always watching but never judging. Without a word, Lune knelt beside her and gently offered a glass of water. Vireya stared at it for a long moment. In her old life, Lune had been the only one who never asked anything of her. Never spoke behind her back. Never looked away from her. Her fingers shook as she took the cup. The water touched her lips. Cold. Real. “Thank you,” she rasped. Her voice cracked. “You're still here.” Lune only bowed her head, then reached out to brush a leaf from Vireya’s tangled hair. A quiet gesture. Familiar. And just like that, tears pricked behind Vireya’s eyes—but didn’t fall. She drank. Slowly. The water didn't ease the ache in her chest.

[AUTHOR NOTE, REFRESH YOUR READING LIST, CHAPTER 45 TO 53 UPDATED AND FIXED] [Author Note: Vol 2 has started, NTR, CUCKOLD AND TABOO] All fictional characters are above 18 [WARNING THIS NOVEL IS A SEX NOVEL WHICH INCLUDES SEX CONTENT] Arthur's head hurt like crazy as he woke up. He kept his eyes closed, rubbing his temples and feeling a super comfy bed under him - definitely not his cheap mattress back home. "What the hell...?" he mumbled as he finally looked around. He was in some rich person's bedroom with a fancy four-poster bed and red silk sheets. Sunlight came through pretty stained glass windows, making red patterns on the marble floor. Everything screamed royalty - fancy mirrors, portraits of hunting scenes, and even a painting of a barely-dressed goddess that seemed to be watching him. "How did I get here?" Arthur wondered, getting out of bed. "I definitely drank too much at Mark's party last night" The last thing he remembered was almost getting hit by a car while crossing the street. Looking in a mirror, he got another shock. He didn't look like himself at all! Instead of being skinny with acne scars, he now had muscles, clear skin with just one cool scar on his jaw, with a reddish brown hair, and green eyes. "Damn, I'm hot," he said, touching the scar. For a moment, he remembered his old life. He pushed up his glasses. Kids made fun of him. Jessica laughed at him when he asked her out. "Like I'd be with a loser like you," she told him. Suddenly Arthur realized what was happening. "I've been transported to another world! Just like in those stories online!" He spun around excitedly. "I must be someone important here. This is gonna be so cool! Watch out, fantasy world, your new hero has arrived!" Right then, blue text appeared floating in front of him: [System Starting Up...] [Host Found: Prince Arthur Lionheart] [Soul Check: Person from Another World] [Magic Type: Incubus Powers Activated] "Incubus?" Arthur asked in shock. "Like, those demons that seduce people?" [That's right. Your family's magic has changed because of your Earth soul's hidden desires. Congrats on finding your true potential.] "Can I change it? I want to be a cool battle wizard or something!" [Not possible. Your soul has permanently connected to the Incubus powers. Accept it - your charm is your weapon, attraction is your shield.] "Fuck," Arthur groaned. [Exactly. The more sexual intimacy you have, the stronger you'll become.] Arthur's eye twitched. "Very funny. Just... tell me what I can actually do."

Moren Ravenheart was born into wealth, privilege — and chains. Behind the marble halls of Stormhaven, she is nothing more than a pawn: a prize daughter meant to be married off for political power. But Moren is no ordinary heiress. She’s a fighter, a dreamer, and a young woman determined to forge her own path — even if it means burning every bridge behind her. When a mysterious Archfey answers her desperate pleas, Moren is offered a pact of power and freedom — but at a cost. As the gilded cage of her family closes tighter, and the shadow of an unwanted betrothal looms, Moren must risk everything to escape before her destiny is sealed forever. With blades sharpened, spells awakening, and a small band of unlikely allies, Moren will rise from the ashes of her old life to seize the one thing she’s never been given: her future.

Trong một thế giới tu tiên nơi chính đạo và ma đạo đối lập như nước với lửa, tồn tại một thiếu niên có thân thế thần bí mang dòng máu Ma Thần cổ xưa, Tạ Vô Niệm. Bị cả thiên hạ liệt vào hàng ma đầu, hắn từng là đệ tử chân truyền của một chính phái lừng danh, nhưng bị vu oan mưu sát sư phụ, cướp đoạt linh bảo trấn phái. Bị truy sát bởi đồng môn, phản bội bởi tri kỷ, hắn ngã xuống vực Ma Uyên, nơi vạn ma gào thét. Tại đây, hắn thức tỉnh huyết mạch bị phong ấn suốt 17 năm, học được Ma Đạo Chân Kinh thất truyền, Thiên Huyết Luân Hồi Kinh. Trải qua nghìn ngày rèn luyện trong biển máu và khổ hận, hắn tái xuất nhân gian, một thân ma khí ngập trời, ánh mắt vô hồn, trái tim hóa lạnh băng. Tạ Vô Niệm không còn là thiếu niên ngây thơ thuở nào. Hắn không cầu đạo, không theo thiện, cũng chẳng tìm công lý. Thứ hắn muốn là...diệt kẻ phản bội, phá tan thiên đạo, nghịch chuyển âm dương, lập lại trật tự tu tiên giới theo ý chí của chính mình. Từ một thiếu niên bị vứt bỏ...Hắn trở thành Tổ Sư của Ma Đạo. ——————— "Thế gian là một ván cờ...ta là kẻ đánh cờ, là con cờ, cũng là bàn cờ. Cả vạn sinh linh, chính tà, thần ma, đều không ngoài nước cờ của ta. Ta lừa họ, lừa trời, lừa đất...và lừa cả chính mình. Đạo tâm của ta là không có đạo tâm, là dối trá đến mức chân thực, là chân thực đến mức hư vọng." -Tà Vô Niệm-