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Warlords Of D

Reborn As A Demon Queen With A Big D!

Alicia Quinn was an AV superstar and also a high-class courtesan who only dated billionaires and global elites. In secret, of course. They’d bark and howling just to have a wonderful night with her. On the outside, she appeared to be the happiest woman ever lived. Many women and men were jealous of all the wealth that she had after literally slaving herself in the industry since she graduated from the orphanage. She has everything that humans could ever wish for; money, multi million houses, luxury cars, you name it. But the truth is, she never felt real happiness, ever. Unbeknownst to anyone, she succumbed to severe depression. After nearly a decade of antidepressants abuse and a destructive lifestyle of drug use along with alcohol, something was developing inside her body until it was far too late to fix—Breast cancer. It was already at the fourth stage when she got diagnosed. She has no family, or even a close friend whom she could bequeath all of her wealth to. Knowing that death had knocked the door, she donated every penny, every asset under her name to the World Cancer Research Fund. Before she died, however, Alicia muttered her last words; “I wish, I could be reborn as a man, and fuck every hot chick in the world!” Due to her selfless act of donating all of her fortune, Goddess of Pleasure Lilithya granted her wish to live a second life. She offered Alicia multiple choice for her next life. However, she picked one particular choice which intrigued her the most. [Reborn as a Demon Queen; Pro: Absolute immunity to STDs, nearly infinite vitality and stamina, god-level strength, able to shoot lasers from the eyes, and so on. Cons: Being hunted by the hero’s party.] “It doesn't sound too bad. At least, I could live in freedom and do anything I wished for before the hero’s party cut my head off. A perfect ending for a sinner like me. Demon Queen it is then…” However, Goddess Lilithya knew her deepest desire. Just like that, Alicia has been reborn as a Demon Queen with a big D! Yes, you read it right my fellow men and women of culture. She became Demon Queen with a coxk. When push comes to shove, Alicia has no choice but to live with it. That said, will she be able to endure the endless cycle of arousal and constantly in heat while managing her Demon’s Kingdom?
YannNovel88 · 11.1K Views

Blood Jade: Warlord's Awakening

In 190 AD, as the Han Empire fractures under the tyrannical rule of General Dong Zhuo, sixteen-year-old Zhao Ming stands at the crossroads of destiny in the strategic city of Changsha. Raised by his uncle, Military Commander Zhao Wei, after his parents' tragic death during the Yellow Turban Rebellion, Ming has spent six years training as both warrior and scholar, preparing for a life of duty and honor. But when Ming's blood spatters onto his father's ancient jade pendant during a desperate battle with bandits, everything changes. The pendant—a dragon carving passed down through generations—awakens the Hall of Eternal Echoes, a supernatural system that connects him to the spirits of three legendary figures: Empress Lü, master of political intrigue; Zhang Liang, the virtuous strategist; and Hei Shan, the fierce protector whose survival instincts were forced upon Ming in a moment of mortal peril. As Ming navigates the treacherous waters of a collapsing empire, he must balance the competing demands of family loyalty and personal ambition. His uncle's protective love conflicts with Ming's growing desire to forge his own path, while two remarkable women complicate his heart: Fan Mei, a traditional noble beauty whose brother's heroic sacrifice bonds them in shared grief, and Mei Ying, a mysterious merchant's daughter whose hidden identity as a Lü Ying Clan operative makes her both invaluable ally and dangerous enigma. When corrupt officials force Ming into an impossible situation in the besieged city of Poyang, he must choose between the safety of imperial service and the perilous path of independence. With Yellow Turban remnants threatening innocent lives and political conspiracies unraveling around him, Ming discovers that the jade pendant's power comes with a price—and that the ancient spirits guiding him have their own unfinished business with the world of the living. Blood and Jade is an epic tale of coming-of-age in one of history's most turbulent periods, where supernatural guidance meets political reality, and a young man must decide whether to follow the path of duty or carve out his own destiny in a world where honor and survival often stand in deadly opposition. Set against the authentic backdrop of the Three Kingdoms period, this cultivation fantasy blends historical accuracy with supernatural elements, political intrigue with personal growth, and the weight of legacy with the promise of an uncertain but extraordinary future.
LuneClown · 8.3K Views

mine.d.flow

After the fall of a country unable to keep up with the ever-changing wimp of a world ruled by greed and power, Armand Jacques, eager to creat a new way to see the world, dared to step aside to look front and sidelong to where he was being led, and who he was expected to be by starting from zero, creating a new era twenty three years ago. Now in the year 2047, after saving himself and a country by using the logic view of technology, to create a tower, one of the tallest buildings in the world, where he gathered all he had learnt and with the help of other kindred minds, put to the test every scientific discovery the world had at the service of the only living creature capable of understanding how our reality came to exist. Now ‘The Vase’ became the starting point of a world ruled by technology, with the sight set on the future. But to do so he needs to show what they can do and how is it possible to get us pass this era; using every kind of platform to launch his achievements (after failing to use his words) and proves to reach the western world to display their errors and to show how capitalism and the political megalomania will eventually fail the human race as it has done to many other kingdoms. Join Oliva, a young character game creator, social media content persona and art history student as she navigates this country's capabilities all by herself after being sent to do just that. Will she be able to achieve her goals? Can she use her love tribal art, mythic lore and romantic creations to be part of a realm heading towards a new era? Or will she let herself be shaped by the technocratic view of Armand's new world? Updates every first of the month. #AI #notwritenbyanAI #Scyfi #16+ #fortheLGBTIQ+ #Politics
Ba1_Ortega · 4K Views

WarLords : Ice Viking's

The cold stone hall was dimly lit with flickering torches. Shadows stretched long across the floor. At the far end of the room, the King sat high on his throne, surrounded by High Lords, Generals, and Counselors. Silence hung thick in the air as the Ice Viking entered. He stood in the center, arms at his side, eyes forward. “Viking,” the King called from his seat. Varnok didn’t move. “Yes,” he replied flatly. One of the High Lords stood up in anger. “In the presence of your King—you kneel!” The knights draws their Swords. Varnok stayed still. “You’re not my king,” he said calmly. The King raised a hand. The knights lowered their swords. “Let him be,” the King said, leaning forward. “Ice Viking… step forward.” Varnok walked slowly across the cold stone floor. “There is war between the Vikings and this kingdom,” the King said. Varnok kept walking. “It’s your kingdom,” he answered. “That has nothing to do with me.” The lords murmured in outrage. “You think they’ll stop there?” the King asked, raising a hand for silence. “You know what those animals are like. Vikings… they don’t stop until they’ve burned everything to ash.” “And yet I’ve protected the village just fine,” Varnok said. “Without your help. Like it’s always been.” “Without my help, there’d be no village to protect,” the King snapped. “There is a village,” Varnok said, meeting his eyes. “And not once have you offered it your help.” “King... please. What an excuse.” The king nodded toward the general standing beside him. Without hesitation, the general stepped forward and struck Varnok across the face. Then a second punch to the stomach. Finally, a heavy kick to the leg. Varnok dropped to one knee. “Good,” the King said, tipping his goblet and pouring wine over Varnok’s head. “Like the animal you are.” Murmurs filled the hall. > "What an animal." "Fits clearly—a dog." "All Vikings should just die." "Disgusting things." The King laughed with joy as he was Pleased by the words of the people. He leaned forward again, with his voice low. “Maybe we should start with your wife… and child.” The room fell into a deadly stillness. Varnok’s eyes snapped open—glowing bright, ice-blue. A shiver cut through the entire hall. The ground began to vibrate. Goblets trembled. Torches flickered lower. Then came his voice—cold, deep, inhuman. Like the cracking of ancient glaciers. “If a single breath so much as brushes their skin…” “I will bring down such ruin upon this kingdom that even the crows will starve for lack of flesh. I will freeze your rivers. Silence your bells. And watch your palace rot from the inside—As your screams echo in halls no one dares enter. Pray your tongue forgets their names… before I remember yours.” No one moved everywhere was silent. Even the air seemed too afraid to stir.
vickysfantasy · 8.4K Views
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