Panam Curling

The night she met him, the moon bled red. Rain lashed against the tall glass windows of the nightclub, turning the city into a kaleidoscope of light and shadow. Inside Vein, the air throbbed with music, sweat, and secrets. And in the darkest corner of the VIP lounge, he waited—like a curse, like a god, like a man with too much hunger and not enough soul left to be saved. Elara Voss didn’t believe in fate. But fate had always believed in her. She was born with a mark, a black crescent curled under her ribs, burning every full moon with pain and longing she couldn’t explain. She lived her life chasing silence, avoiding the voices that weren’t hers and the dreams that belonged to someone else. Until tonight. Until she locked eyes with Kade Strathmore. CEO by day. Alpha of the most dangerous werewolf syndicate in North America by night. Cursed. Marked. Moonbound. And she? She was the key to breaking him. Or dooming them both.

They say the body has memory. I didn’t believe that until I started waking up soaked in sweat and c*m, my heart racing, my fingers trembling, my lips parted as if I’d been whispering his name in sleep. But I never even knew his real name. I remember his voice though, how it curled around me like smoke, soft and deep, commanding yet kind, dark and dangerous. He never touched me. Never laid a hand on me. But I came so hard, I cried. Now, every night, I crave it. That voice. That whisper that made my knees weak. That sin I never thought I’d want. I thought I was straight. Now, I’m not even sure I’m sane. And I think I’d ruin myself just to hear it again. For 25 years, Zayn lived in a world of straight expectations, dating girls, chasing pleasure that always ended in silence and frustration. Sex was a routine, not release. Until one bored night, chasing a thrill, he said yes to something different. A man in a club offered him more than money, he offered a secret, a night of satisfaction like he’d never known. But when Zayn entered that hotel room, he didn’t expect him, the rich, cold, dangerously alluring heir of a conservative empire, whose father publicly condemns everything he hides in the dark. What started as a one-night experiment turned into a dangerous addiction. Without a single touch, Zayn was broken open, undone, and made to scream, cry, and beg, only through sound. Now, even back home, Zayn trembles when he hears his voice in dreams, in memory, in madness. His sheets are always wet. His nights are restless. His body wants more. And the worst part? He's starting to want him, too. 18+ WARNING This story contains explicit male-male content, intense erotic scenes, and psychological seduction. If you're not ready for a world where a voice can break you, proceed cautiously. Read at your discretion.

Her back slammed against the wall, the breath caught in her throat. Before she could say anything, Zayne's body held hers in place, one hand on her jaw, the other around her waist like a vice. His breath was hot against her lips, but his eyes—dark, hungry, and merciless—spoke of sin. "You keep running, Inspector," he growled, in a deep low sinful voice. "But I will always find you. And when I do..." His tongue brushed her earlobe, slow and deliberate, vibrating against her skin. "I don't just want to hear you plead for mercy. I want to ruin you." Priya's breath caught. He smirked against her skin, sensing the way she trembled below him. "I'll have you gasping for my name, your legs shaking, your nails digging into my back. Not once. Not twice. Until you forget you ever hated me." She tried to shove him off her, but her hands betrayed her, curling into his shirt instead. "I'll make you feel it," he whispered, even softer. "Every inch of me... inside you... claiming you. Till you forget the badge. Forget the pride. Forget the pain." "Zayne--" she breathed. “You’ll scream,” he whispered, biting her lower lip. “Not from fear. Not from pain. But because I’ll make you scream like I own you.” “And you’ll love every second of it.”

(Matured Content-No rape) “She was promised to a prince. But taken by a monster who calls himself king.” In a realm ruled by blood and empire, twenty-four kingdoms bow to one throne — and at the center of it sits Emperor Zareth Ravaryn, a vampire older than most dynasties, cold as obsidian, and feared as much as he is obeyed. Princess Serenya of Vayrana was never meant to catch his eye. Gentle. Devoted. Already betrothed to the human prince she loved from afar. But one imperial ceremony changed everything. When the Emperor sees her — veiled in gold, eyes full of light — he names her his future Empress. She refuses. He doesn’t ask twice. Now torn from her homeland and chained in silk and duty, Serenya finds herself in a court of shadows, where power is worn like perfume and secrets drip from every whispered bow. But Zareth is not just the monster she feared. He is obsessed. And his obsession doesn’t break... it consumes. As the blood empire trembles under rebellion, forbidden longing ignites between captive and captor, and the girl who once dreamt of love must decide: Will she fight for her freedom— or burn for his throne? Dark fantasy meets imperial seduction in this slow-burn vampire romance — with original lore, dangerous rituals, forbidden love, and a heroine who was never meant to kneel. Welcome to the Empire of Thorns. Where love is a game only monsters win. #bookone of The Empire of Thorns series --- Excerpt. A man stood before her. Not just any man. The man. Eyes like twin flames. Lips curled into a knowing smirk. A voice like thunder dipped in velvet. "And who might you be, little dove?" Zareth purred. Serenya's heart slammed against her ribs. "I-I'm... I was just—" "Lost?" he finished for her, his tone mocking yet oddly amused. She nodded, clutching her veil tighter. His eyes trailed down the curve of her figure, and then back to her eyes. "You're not from around here," he said, though he already knew. "I'm from Vayrana," she managed, voice barely above a whisper. His grin widened. "That explains the veil. So well-behaved. So sweet." He stepped closer, and she instinctively backed up—until her back hit the wall. "Running off alone into a palace full of monsters... either you're braver than you look, or dumber," he drawled, eyes gleaming. Her eyes widened at the insult, but something in his tone kept her frozen. "I didn't mean to be disrespectful—" "Oh, but you weren't," he interrupted. "In fact, you've just made this entire evening… interesting." He reached out, adjusting the edge of her veil with a gentleness that contradicted his deadly aura. "What's your name, dove?" She hesitated. "Your name," he repeated, voice darker now. "I don't ask twice." "Serenya," she whispered. He leaned in, mouth brushing close to her ear. "Serenya," he repeated, tasting it. "Pretty name. Suits you." Then, as quickly as he came, he stepped back. The moment shattered. "Go on now, little dove. Before your father comes searching."

... “You told me you didn’t love her,” Ravyn whispered, her voice shaking. “And now she’s carrying your child?” The Alpha stared at her, cold. Unbothered. “She’s my betrothed. It was bound to happen.” The words felt like a knife straight through her ribs. She had slept with him last night. Let him touch her. Let him hold her like she was the only woman he’d ever want. And now another woman carried his child? Stupid. She’d been so stupid. ... “You can’t forcefully mate with me,” Ravyn said, smiling without warmth. “Unless you’re ready to drop dead.” The Beta’s warm green-golden eyes burned, his claws flexing. “I will make you mine,” he growled. “If not today—then soon. And when I do…” He stepped forward, watching the way her legs pressed tightly together. “I’ll tear through your mind until there’s no one left in it but me.” Ravyn swallowed. But she didn’t flinch. Let him try. She’d rip him apart before she let him win. ... “You’re the reason my mother was taken,” Ravyn said, voice like venom. “I did it to save mine,” he snapped. Her fingers curled into fists. “I should rip you to pieces.” “Then do it,” he whispered. “Because I’d do it all over again.” ... Three different men. Three different roles. An Alpha, a Beta, and a Rogue. And then there was her—a witch who hated werewolves with every bone in her body. So what do you mean she was fated to three of them? She came to the Court to find answers about her missing mother. She stayed to kill the monsters responsible. But the real betrayal? She fell into the arms of the very men she swore to destroy. She should’ve never danced at the castle. Should’ve never worn that mask. Should’ve never let herself feel. Because now, she was trapped. Bound by fate that states: > If she tries to break the mate bond—she dies. If they force her to accept it—they die. And still, they want her.

After dying a virgin, Elias Gray is given a second chance—reincarnated in a magical world with the "Lust System", a divine artifact that allows him to gain power by pleasuring women, fulfilling their desires, and growing a harem of elite lovers. From cold queens and fierce warrior women to shy beastgirls and seductive demons, Elias must dominate the world with charm, cunning—and unholy pleasure. But pleasure comes with a price, and not all lovers are loyal. Can he rise to the top without being devoured by lust or betrayal? Elias wandered through the bustling Travelers’ Hub, a sprawling nexus of portals and pathways where high-ranking voyagers crossed dimensions. The air hummed with the faint pulse of arcane energy, and the scent of ozone clung to the stone corridors. His boots echoed against the polished marble as he passed glowing sigils etched into the walls, each marking a gateway to another realm. He was no stranger to these halls, but tonight, a faint murmur from the inner chambers of the elite travelers piqued his curiosity. The voices were low, urgent, and laced with something primal that made his pulse quicken. Drawn toward a shadowed alcove, Elias noticed a heavy iron door, slightly ajar, its surface engraved with runes that pulsed faintly in the dim light. A cold draft slipped through the crack, carrying a whisper of sound—a soft, rhythmic moan that stirred the air. His breath caught, curiosity warring with caution, but the pull was too strong. He nudged the door open and stepped into a chamber cloaked in near-darkness, lit only by a single flickering torch that cast long, wavering shadows across the stone walls. In the center of the room, Lilith knelt on a plush velvet cushion, her silhouette unmistakable even in the gloom. Her dark hair cascaded over her bare shoulders, her skin glowing faintly as if kissed by moonlight. She was bent forward, her hands braced against the floor, her body arched in a way that spoke of surrender and desire. Beside her stood a man, his face marred with jagged scars that caught the torchlight, giving him a rugged, dangerous edge. His eyes burned with intensity as he gazed down at her, his presence commanding the room. The air grew thick as the man’s hand moved, deliberate and unhurried. He spat into his palm, the sound sharp in the quiet, and slid his fingers along Lilith’s exposed skin, tracing the curve of her thigh before slipping between her legs. A low, shuddering moan escaped her lips, her body trembling as she parted her thighs wider, inviting more. The man’s fingers worked with a slow, teasing rhythm, coaxing gasps from her that echoed softly off the stone walls. Her breaths grew ragged, her hips rocking against his hand, and then—a sharp cry as her body convulsed, a glistening rush of release spilling onto the floor beneath her. The man let out a deep, guttural groan, his own arousal evident in the tightening of his jaw. He shifted, freeing himself from his trousers, his erection thick and heavy in the flickering light. He pressed himself against her, sliding into her with a slow, deliberate thrust that drew a long, throaty moan from Lilith. Her fingers curled against the floor, nails scraping the stone as he moved, each thrust deep and measured, the sound of their bodies meeting filling the chamber. In and out, a steady rhythm that built with intensity, her gasps rising in pitch. Lilith’s eyes fluttered, her body quivering with pleasure as she pushed back against him, meeting each thrust with a hunger of her own. When he paused, drawing back slightly, she reached for him, her hand guiding him back inside with a desperate urgency. Her moans grew louder, unrestrained, as she surrendered fully to the sensation, her body trembling under the weight of her desire. The room seemed to pulse with their shared rhythm, the air heavy with the scent of sweat and heat, the torchlight casting their entwined shadows across the walls like a forbidden dance. R18 content

[WARNING: CONTAINS PHYSICAL ABUSE AND RAPE] ------------------------------------------------------ “What are you doing, Logan?” Jean’s voice was sharp, but her body betrayed her leaning into the warmth of his breath as his lips traced a sinful path down her neck. “You promised me a kiss every day, remember?” Logan murmured, his smirk curling against her skin. “Or should I read the contract to you again?” She should pull away. She knows this is wrong. But resisting Logan Kingsley? That was never in the plan. ------------------------------------------------------ Jean Adams has spent her entire life under the suffocating control of her powerful family, molded into the perfect daughter, the flawless businesswoman, and the untouchable heiress. But when her parents cross the final line, demanding she marry the very man who once shattered her, she refuses to be their pawn any longer. If they want a marriage, she’ll give them one. But on her terms. Logan Kingsley, her sworn enemy. A self-made billionaire with a reputation for winning, Logan has spent years battling Jean in boardrooms and beyond. They have never seen eye to eye, their hatred simmering since childhood. But when Jean offers him a deal, a contract marriage that benefits them both, he doesn’t hesitate. For Logan, marrying Jean is a strategic move. For Jean, it’s her ultimate revenge. Tying herself to Logan is the perfect way to break free from her family’s grip, humiliate them, and destroy the future they tried to force upon her. But as their fake marriage plays out under the public eye, their carefully crafted plan starts to unravel. Old wounds resurface. The line between pretense and reality blurs. And the one thing Jean swore she’d never risk, her heart, may become the biggest casualty of all. In a game of power, betrayal, and unexpected passion, Jean and Logan must decide: Is their marriage just a weapon for revenge, or has it become something far more dangerous?

[Horror Game Developer : My games really aren't that scary!] I hate horror. From the skittering sounds of footsteps racing behind me, to the soft yet unnervingly cold whispers curling around my ears... All of it. I hate it. So much so that I start puking whenever I reach a certain threshold. And yet, I am a Horror Game Developer. A crappy one at that. So, given my lack of ability, I decided to quit. And yet... [Congratulations, you've been selected for the Horror Game Developer System!] Nope, I don't want it. Let me quit. ※ Note : Your world might experience some changes. But don't worry! It's part of the game! *** This is a story about a game developer who hates horror, but has no choice but to develop games scary enough to traumatize people. You want to curse me for making you piss your pants? If that's the case, who do I curse? *** An SCP inspired story with its own twist!

WARNING: MATURE CONTENT I was eight when my world burned. My family was slaughtered; my home was reduced to ash. And the ones responsible? Gone. All they left behind was a black bandana embroidered with a nightshade thorn—a symbol of death. For ten years, I trained in the shadows. I became a weapon. Now, my hunt leads me to Prestige Supernatural Academy (PSA), the most elite werewolf school in the world—a place ruled by four Alpha heirs with too much power, arrogance, and dark desires. The night I arrive, I cross paths with Dristan, Kai, and Axel—heirs to the East, North, and West Alpha Kings. Arrogant. Vicious. Gods among wolves. They see me as nothing. A weak, powerless stray. They humiliate me, taunt me, overpower me— making me want to rip them apart. So, I make a vow: I’ll destroy them before they ever get the chance to destroy me. Then, on the eve of my 18th birthday, the Blood Moon rises. My wolf awakens. My power surges. And fate? That cruel, twisted bitch shackles me to all three of them. Mates. I want to reject them. I burn for them instead. And when I meet Xade, the wicked, silver-tongued heir to the Middle Belt Alpha King, the final bond snaps into place. Four possessive, dominant, and dangerously irresistible alphas. One vengeful, unbreakable wolf. And a deadly secret tying them to my past. Loving them could destroy me. Hating them could kill me. But in the end… who will ruin whom? And, fuck—why does my traitorous body want all four of them to do it? *************** “Say it.” Dristan’s voice was smooth and controlled in a way that promised devastation underneath. I swallowed hard, my pulse hammering as he cornered me against the desk. Kai was behind me, his warmth pressing into my back, his breath teasing my neck. Axel leaned in, lips curved in a sinful smirk, his hazel green eyes dark with amusement. “Say it, sweetheart. Say you don’t want us and we’ll let you be—maybe.” I clenched my fists. I wanted to tell them to fuck off—but my traitorous body? It was already betraying me.  My skin burned. My heart raced. My thighs clenched against the insufferable ache they caused just by existing. I lifted my chin, ignoring the heat curling low in my stomach. “I don’t—” “Liar.” The single word came from Xade, who had been silent until now. He was sitting in the professor’s chair, his crystal blue eyes burning into mine. He didn’t have to touch me. His voice alone was enough to undo me. He smirked, tilting his head. “You can fight it all you want, little wolf. But we can smell it.” Axel’s fingers traced the pulse at my throat. “Your heart’s pounding.” Kai’s lips brushed my ear. “Your body’s betraying you, love.” Dristan exhaled slowly, his gaze locked onto mine like a predator savouring its prey. “Your scent doesn’t lie, mate.” Fuck. My entire body was on fire. My legs trembled. My wolf purred in my head, eager to submit. I wouldn’t. I couldn’t. So, I did the only thing I could—I shoved Axel back, spun around, and tried to escape. I didn’t make it. Kai grabbed my wrist, yanking me back into his chest. I gasped, my palms slamming against his rock-solid torso. His golden eyes burned into mine. “Where do you think you’re going?” Axel was behind me now, his fingers sliding under my jaw, forcing my head up. “We’re not done with you, sweetheart.” Dristan smirked. “Not even close, mate.” "We're just getting started," Xade drawled. I was trapped. Caged. And the worst part? I didn’t want to run. ***************** Disclaimer: Cover mine, kindly do not use or replicate. Instagram: Baevidaa Join me on Discord: https://discord.gg/68t5Pv3Gmn BaeVida#7176

Drowned, betrayed, and humiliated—Brandon’s life ended in the most pathetic way possible. But when he opened his eyes again, he was no longer Brandon. Reborn as Noah Weaverheart—in a novel he had read—the spoiled yet talentless son of a duchess, he quickly realizes a cruel truth: he’s nothing more than a stepping stone, fated to die in the first 30 chapters of this world’s story. But fate isn’t set in stone. Because he now has the Sovereign Bond System, a power that allows him to share everything from the women he bonds with—but at 10,000 times the quality. — [Ding! You have bonded with Neko Neko.] [Ding! You have shared the affinity and talent of Neko Neko.] [Ding! You have obtained the affinity: Ice (SSS rank) and the talent: Sovereign of Ice (SSS rank).] Noah’s lips curled into a knowing smirk. If this world wanted him to be a stepping stone, then he’d crush the so-called protagonist, steal his harem, and rewrite destiny itself. Discord link: https://discord.gg/Y7S3ZH5qPy Characters art by @Darkstar116.

In the 312th year of the Great Yu Kingdom, the Demon Sect suddenly rose, the Eastern Bureau was annihilated, and the Lin faction collapsed. This year, the situation changed dramatically, the martial arts world was filled with intrigue, and the dynasty was on the brink of danger. The starting point of everything was due to the Demon Sect Saintess dying an untimely death. "This case is now closed, and you are no longer a suspect." After another round of investigation, Chen Yi returned home and pushed open the door. The Demon Sect Saintess, who should have been dead, was curled up trembling on his bed... "Master..." She called out to Chen Yi. The enemy of the previous life, now a concubine in this life. ………………… The Empress Dowager who controls the court, the pure and flawless Demon Sect Saintess, the ninth-ranking one-armed sword master of the world, the emotionless Taichua Goddess, the chivalrous and tender-hearted Spring and Autumn Sword Master... They are all my enemies, all once wished me dead. In the end, they all resigned themselves to subordination, swallowing their shame.

“First were the Gates, and now you’re saying the world has been invaded by Aliens and we’re soon going to be turned into livestock…? Great…” —---------------- *Ding!* [You have awakened with the Idle Evolution System!] “The wha—” Suddenly thrown into a magical parallel world of the Earth he once knew, Cassius was greeted with powerful beings known as Hunters and the terrifying Gates that plagued the world. Moreover, he received a message… [To Idle, one must stay proactive!] [Firstly, you require Character Development!] “Character Development…?” [You seem a bit (A lot) overweight, and you resemble that of a goblin! What say we start there!?] {[Daily Quest 1:]} _________________ [Daily Quest - To Idle, one must stay proactive.] GOAL [INCOMPLETE] PUSH-UPS — [0/100] [INCOMPLETE] SIT-UPS — [0/100] [INCOMPLETE] CURL-UPS — [0/100] [INCOMPLETE] SQUATS — [0/100] [INCOMPLETE] RUNNING — [0/10km] REWARD - [1 Point in Charisma, 1 Point in Agility, 1 Point in Strength, and 1 Point in Endurance] _________________ “Is this torture!?” shouted the ugly, obese transmigrator Cassius. *Ding!* [No, it’s Character Development! ^-^] —---------------- 100 years ago, Earth was suddenly overwhelmed with the appearance of Gates and the horrifying monsters within those mystical portals. That was the First Major Calamity. Now, one hundred years later, the next major calamity has arrived—the subtle invasion of an Ancient Alien species from deep into the Milky Way Galaxy. Its undercurrents spread far and wide, with the threat an apocalyptic one. Yet, that is but the 2nd of Three Major Calamities as per prophesied by the famed prophet, Baba Yaga. The Third Calamity, and the most dangerous of the Calamities, is one that will bring about the true END of the world, but only if the Second Calamity can be overcome by humanity… What does this Third Calamity detail, one might ask…? To know the answer to that, one would have to brave past the first Two Calamities and stare into the abyss, praying to all Gods known to man that the Abyss does not stare back also into you… ----------------- Discord: https://discord.gg/2fDHq9F8eB Every Magic Castle Gift = 7 Chapters Every 100 PS = 1 Chapter Every 50 GT = 1 Chapter VOLUME 1 ENDS—CULTIVATION ERA DESCENDS!

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

Ingrid Dolph, a lowly she-wolf happens to be in her ripe age of locating her mate. And it was during this time that the rumor about a dragon egg spread like wildfire and everyone was asked to hunt for it. Whoever finds it will have a greater share and unbelievable privileges. Excited for the hunt, Ingrid takes part in it with the motive of finding it and bargaining for its blood and scale. But as fate would have it, she didn't just find it but that same dragon turns out to be her mate. ***** ~{SNEAK PREVIEW}~ As I got close, I came to realize that it was a full grown naked man. What? A man? How was the dragon a man? Suddenly I growled and groaned as my body grew hot by just the sight of it. What was wrong with me? Could it be that my wolf side was affected by the dragon because of the smell of its blood? Disregarding the fact that he was naked, I approached him and my breathing became labored as my senses heightened to an intense level I never knew possible. When I saw how he curled himself in a fetal position with his hand holding his bloody abdomen, my blood boiled and I punched the rock he was laying close to. “Who would dare do such a thing to him!” I angrily said aloud and that was when his eyes opened causing my breath to get caught in my throat. He was breathtaking! His lashes were white as his eyebrows and they shimmered while his iris were gray in color. “Ingrid,” he breathed out and my eyes widened at the fact that he knew my name.

Delhi University was supposed to be about grades, career plans, and survival. Instead, it turned into a whirlwind of unexpected friendships, rivalry-fueled chaos, and emotions no one saw coming. For Shumaila, ambition was everything-until a disastrous first encounter with Hamza set off a chain reaction of sarcasm, competition, and an undeniable spark. The more they clashed, the harder it became to ignore the tension brewing between them. "You're mine, Shumaila," he whispered. "You know it. I know it." Her fingers curled into fists, her body frozen in place. Note - Trust me, you’ll love this story! It gets really interesting after a few chapters, so dive in, and I promise you won’t regret it! I hope you all enjoy reading it.

[ Mature Audience Only (Dark Fantasy Romance) ] The woman sat still, legs crossed, a hand resting lightly on each leash. The chains led downward — left and right — disappearing beneath the black folds of her throne. The only sound in the room was the soft clink of metal against the stone floor. On her left knee, the leash was taut — held firm in her fingers, black leather wound once around her palm. The chain stretched to the man kneeling below, his head slightly bowed, thick black hair falling across sharp golden eyes. The lion insignia gleamed darkly against the collar at his neck. On her right, the second leash hung more loosely, though not by much. The man it led to sat still — silver-haired, pale-skinned, his chest rising and falling with quiet restraint. The panther emblem at his throat shimmered under the torchlight, his ice-blue eyes locked ahead, lips drawn in a silent snarl. Both were silent. Both were beautiful. And both were leashed. The woman, however, did not look at them. Her gaze was locked forward — on the man kneeling in front of her, hands tied behind his back, posture proud despite the blood at his lip. The green-haired man tilted his head back and laughed. “Shame,” he said, the sound echoing in the chamber. “The Emperor of the North and the Southern Duke… reduced to nothing more than pets. Is that what you do now, Leash Mistress? Break kings and chain them at your feet?” The woman didn’t blink. Her eyes stayed fixed on his. But the panther shifted slightly, the chain tightening an inch under her hand. The lion growled, low and deep. The green-haired man smirked wider. “Dogs. The both of them. Well-trained, I’ll give you that.” “Cats.” Her voice was soft, but the room fell silent. She leaned back in her seat slightly, her fingers curling around the leashes as if they were natural extensions of her hands. “They are cats. And tell me…” Her head tilted faintly, just enough to be unsettling. “Isn’t it wolves who become dogs? Not lions. Not panthers.” The green-haired man’s jaw clenched. '!' drip A sweat bead fell from his forehead, trickling down through his cheek as his eyes trembled. The green pupil held cunning and shrewdness to escape any unknown path as the assassin mercenary group's leader trembled, not because of the woman, but because of the man standing beside her who looked at him. The man with the black hair and golden eyes glinted sharply at the command of the collars pulled, and even the one with the silver hair, glinting with sapphire eyes, directly at the green-eyed man caused him to tremble in his whole being. He knelt with his head turning down as he realized, while his wolf insignia glowed near his ear. He would be leashed soon like them. He would become the dog under her leg... the dog he had just laughed at.

HE DIED BEGGING FOR LOVE. NOW HE IS BACK TO BURN THE WORLD DOWN...and maybe fall in love along the way. Genre: BL | Dark Fantasy | Revenge | 18+ | Apocalypse | Second Chance Rebirth #BL #ZombieApocalypse #EnemiesToLovers #ColdMLxBrokenMC #DarkRomance #18Plus #TraumaRecovery #Revenge #PowerAwakening #SlowBurn #SupernaturalAbilities --- Everyone in the Capital knows about the notorious Greyson family—wealthy, powerful, and rotten to the core. But the real scandal? The arrival of the triplet illegitimate sons, dragged into the mansion like unwanted baggage after their mother died. The younger one, Asher Greyson, became the family’s favorite punching bag: mocked, overlooked, a stain on their perfect reputation. All Asher ever wanted was to be loved. What he got instead was betrayal and a death so cold it burned. After dying at the hands of his half-sister, dissected like an animal for his rare lightning ability, Asher is reborn. But the world hasn’t ended…not yet. This time, he’s four months ahead of the outbreak. He won’t beg again. He’ll become something terrifying that the world itself will kneel down and beg for mercy. The apocalypse began with falling meteorites, shards of radioactive hell carrying the Z-virus. The purple moon will rise and black rain will follow. And from the ashes, ability users will be born… Asher will be one of them. But he’s not the only one walking through fire. Commander Caspian Winters, the Ice Emperor, is haunted by dreams of a boy with lightning scars and crimson red eyes. A boy he doesn’t remember holding as he bled out. A boy he’ll soon meet again. And when they collide, the spark is instant—dangerous, hungry, and inevitable. [The man who once haunted Asher’s final days like a ghost, untouchable and unreadable, now stands before him under the glow of the purple moon. Caspian’s gloved hand tilts his chin up. “You’re not what I expected,” Caspian murmurs, voice low and cold. Asher’s lips curl faintly, eyes glowing crimson. “And yet,” Caspian whispers, “You're exactly what I want.” --- “Why do you keep looking at me like that?” Asher’s voice breaks on the question. Caspian doesn’t blink. “Because every time I look at you…” he says, stepping closer, “…I feel like I’ve already lost you.”] Asher swore he’d never trust again. But Caspian’s ice is the only thing that can soothe the storm inside him. Let the world burn. Let the dead rise. This time, Asher Greyson is taking back everything, his power, his revenge, and maybe… his heart.

After living in hellish prison for 16 years, you're finally rescued. But what do you do when you soon realize that there is now a thread, a connection to the warden you've escaped from? BLURB: He could clearly see the way the water droplets ran down her back. The brown curls, almost black due to being wet, stuck to it, gave such an alluring contrast to her skin that seemed to glow in the moonlight. She turned, causing her ample breast to come into view. A single droplet hung precariously from a pebbled nipple. Was his eyesight always this sharp? It appeared like a pearl, begging to be licked away. He groaned as he could almost taste the cool freshness on his tongue before it was replaced with the heat of her flushed skin. Unzipping his jeans caused his member spring forth, drenched in the constant precum that flowed. Just the thought of sucking on her breast made him groan in frustrated desperation. He buried his face between the fleshly orbs. Biting and licking, he was pleased to see his marks on her skin. A fierce desire to possess came over him and even his wolf growled at the feeling. How is it that she smells even better that the soap she just used? Other Omegas used the same kind, yet their smell would cause his stomach to feel upset. Inhaling again, he pinning her against a tree. The same tree he was hiding behind before. Lifting her up, he devoured her lips while wrapping her long legs around his waist. Slightly bending his knees, he entered her in one deep thrust. She was hot and tight. So tight that if it wasn't for her juices, he wouldn't be able to move. Gripping himself tighter, his imagination became wild. Just thinking about her breathy moans or her screams of pleasure caused a shudder to pass through him as he came into the tissue he had thoughtfully grabbed. Why, why not just take what he so obviously wants? What's stopping him? If it were anyone else, he would have slacked his lust, had some fun, and moved on. The fact that this question ran through his mind without an answer was the reason for his pain.

In the rain-soaked shadows of Nocturne City, where vampires and werewolves wage eternal war under neon lights, Nyx prowls as a lone bounty hunter. An enigma with olive skin, raven-black hair, and silver-grey eyes that pierce the darkness, she hides her ethereal beauty behind a crimson chiffon scarf and hooded leather jacket. Her lithe frame belies a lethal strength, her callused hands wielding a dagger infused with unstable blood magic. Nyx is no ordinary half-vampire—she can daywalk, a rare gift that marks her as something more. Unbeknownst to her, the scarf pulses with her mother’s essence, a supreme vampire-witch from a massacred royal bloodline, while a gold signet ring on a leather cord holds the key to her heritage. Haunted by an unguided power and raised by Selene, a centuries-old witch disguised as a spunky bartender with raven curls and emerald eyes, Nyx survives on wits and bounties. Selene, bound by a debt to Nyx’s family, loves her like a daughter but guards secrets that could unravel everything. Enter Cale, a rogue werewolf alpha built like a brick shithouse with bronze skin, medium-length wavy chestnut hair, and amber eyes that burn like molten bronze. His silver-grey tattoo—a crescent moon entwined with a wolf’s claw—and matte tungsten rune ring hint at his ancient dynasty and black-market empire. Uber-wealthy and a notorious player, Cale has never felt the cosmic pull that strikes him upon meeting Nyx. It’s an unbelievable, new sensation—a thrumming energy that stirs arousal and destiny, drawing him inexorably closer. He’s born for her, she for him, fated equals destined to rule Nocturne. When Council enforcers—wraithkin horrors—attack The Moon’s Fang, Nyx and Cale’s paths collide in a storm of magic and claws. As Nyx unleashes her power, defying Cale’s protective instincts, he witnesses her fierce independence. She doesn’t need rescuing; she needs her match. But the pull between them, unacknowledged yet exciting, awakens her full potential, threatening to expose her royal blood and ignite a war. Together, they must navigate betrayal, forbidden alliances, and an ancient prophecy, forging a bond that could shatter the city—or claim it as their own.

Synopsis. What would happen if a genius martial artist transmigrated into the world of swords and magic? Will he become the Ruler of the new world? Or Will he become the prey to the strong like a side character? Leon, a genius martial artist, was struck by lightning when he was on his way home. When the doctor said he was paralyzed from shoulder to foot, all martial artists cheered in happiness and held a party. Leon was a candidate to be the Ruler, so they were thrilled when they found out that he could no longer be a martial artist because they were scared by his extraordinary and unreasonable talent. They wanted to continue to be bosses in their regions and become idols for everyone, so news of his condition was like a heavenly song to their ears. The world's cruelty to Leon did not stop there. When a powerful earthquake shook the hospital violently, none of the doctors or nurses tried to save him, leaving him with no choice but to accept his fate as walls and medical equipment collapsed on him. But when he thought he was dead, he found himself transmigrated into a parallel world where monsters and powerful people ruled the world. Getting a second chance to live again, Leon decides to pursue his dreams like before. "Hmm? You mean there are two classes for awakeners in this world, and I awaken both the Warrior class and the Mage class?" Leon said as he touched his chin with his right hand. [That's right, Host.] Leon's lips curled up into a smile. "I failed to achieve my dream in my previous life. In this life, I will make sure to become the Ruler. I will stand at the top of the hierarchy and make everyone bow their heads to me." Leon slowly lifted his head to look at the blue sky, remembering his previous life. "I will not let anyone or anything stop me this time. If the heaven tries to stop me again, I will make the heaven bow as well." Follow Leon as he embarks on his journey to become the Ruler of the new world Additional tags: Beautiful female leads, handsome male lead, war, lot of wars, elves, fox girls, dragons, etc. *** discord server= https://discord.gg/22hqV9gPn3

“Let go of me! Why now?” I snapped at them as they closed their distance on me while I moved backward towards the stairs. “What happened to all of you hating me?” I sneered, trying to hold back the tears that threatened to fall from my eyes. “I can't be a mate to monsters! You all despised me, made my life worthless the whole time, and you suddenly want me to accept being your mate?” I stared unbelievably at them as their eyes glinted with fury as they approached further. “Well, we still hate you but think of this as a favor,” Ryder taunted, his lips curling into a dirty smirk and I glared at him. “Favor?” I gaped at him, taking cautious steps backward. “At least, your wish has been answered,” Derek snorted, cocking his head while Sage stared coldly at me. “That's why we have decided on making you our mistress. Highly to think we would accept a murderer as our mate.” Mael added, his words sent shivers running down my spine. “You all are sick! Insane!!” I chuckled bitterly, to think they'd always put Lena first before me. They wanted me as their mistress. “Thalia! Be care—” before I could process what Sage was about to say as he reached out to me. I lost my balance and tripped. *** Eleven years ago, I was framed for killing my precious younger sister whom everyone loved, and they thought I should have been the one to die instead of her. Being the daughter of the Beta, I was stripped of my title and demoted to an omega and became a servant in the pack's house. I was despised by everyone, especially the quadruplets, the Alpha's sons. Alpha Sage, Alpha Ryder, Alpha Mael, and Alpha Derek— the ruthless and most feared, respectable Alphas who never took a break from tormenting me and making my life worthless. Ten years later, my younger sister who was thought to be dead, reappeared at the pack's doorstep, looking alive and well, and even more beautiful and elegant. She was welcomed happily by all the pack members and was desired by the quadruplet. I thought everything would go back to how it was but I was neglected and remained the omega no one wanted until my life took a shocking turn when I clocked eighteen. Fate had me mated to the Alpha's sons, not just one but all four of them but what's even more shocking was when they agreed to make me their mistress. I'd rather eat dirt! Cause, I won't be bending so easily.

“Let me lick it clean,” said Xie Daiyu as he looked at Ruan Chanchan’s wound. Hearing his suggestion, Ruan Chanchan paused and looked at the mer in shock. She pursed her lips and said to him, “You are kidding me. Aren’t you?” “Why do you think I am joking?” The mer asked with a tilt of his head. Ruan Chanchan gritted her teeth and said, “Because the wound is not somewhere you can just lick me.” “What's the matter?” Xie Daiyu asked with an innocent expression, even though his lips were about to curl in a smirk. “You are a beast woman, and I am a beast mer… this is nothing.” He pushed Ruan Chanchan down on the ground, his fingers skimming against her inner thigh. “It will be over in a matter of seconds.” Like hell it did! She ended up becoming the mother of his child. ** “This is not how you are supposed to do it.” With a frown, Rong Xian stared at her. The mer was usually silent, but today he was unusually chatty. Ruan Chanchan rolled her eyes while peering out of a boulder. She was staring at the sea while trying to look for the prince of the Basilosauruses. Her eyes kept flickering as she said to the mer behind her, “I need to talk with the prince, no matter what.” “Oh, and what do you want to talk to him about?” “Just about the salt trade.” “And what are you going to offer him in return?” the mer asked with a tilt of his head. Ruan Chanchan frowned at his question. She turned to look at him before saying, “What can I offer? At most, we can discuss some kind of cooperation.” Rong Xian licked his lips as he moved forward. He caught hold of the woman and turned her around as he pressed her against the boulder. “I don’t know about cooperation, but we can discuss copulation. What do you say, Miss Ruan? Do you want this prince to give you a litter of little basilosauruses?” ** “You need to put more strength into it,” said Liang Feng. His brows were furrowed as he looked at the weak woman who was trying to pull the fang out of her arm. Ruan Chanchan frowned and scowled at the mer. She said to him, “Do you think that it's so easy?! Why don’t you do it if you think that it's that easy?” The mer sighed and crouched down. He reached out and caught Ruan Chanchan’s arm in his hands and, without waiting for the woman to say anything else, he pulled the fang out of her arm. “AHHH—urk!” Ruan Chanchan’s scream came to a sudden halt when the mer fed her a piece of flame fruit, which was sweet and delicious. “Feeling alright?” Liang Feng asked with a tilt of his head. Ruan Chanchan nodded, and the mer smiled. “Good girl.” ** Kaboom! “You have to be kidding me!” That's how Ruan Chanchan felt after landing in a prehistoric world where not only did a gender other than men and women exist, but on top of that, these people could turn into beastmen! The second she arrived, Ruan Chanchan was almost squashed to death — but somehow she managed to escape. Don’t ask her how she did it; Ruan Chanchan still had some ptsd due to that incident. But if that was not bad enough, the world where she landed was also about to end. Great. Let the world know that Ruan Chanchan had offended some great immortal somewhere. Now, if she wanted to survive, then not only did she have to teach these beastmen how to farm, cook and clean themselves—You don’t want to get her started on how dirty these beastmen could be without knowing how to clean their hands and shower every day. And raw meat—yuck. Easy? Not! Not only did she transmigrate into the body of a fool, but she also ended up becoming the only beast woman who had no beast form. With a broken beast nucleus, Ruan Chanchan couldn’t find a single person who would willingly trust her. Fortunately, she had a supermarket system with her. Watch her use cotton balls and antiseptic ointments to stop the minor bleeding of the beastmen and use common antiparasitic medications to save a dying beast cub.

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.

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.”

[Warning: Mature Content R18+] “By the gods, you’re not what I expected.” The words cut clean through my mind, link, sudden, and unmistakable, and I froze. The man standing before me was more than wreckage washed ashore. Caelan was the outcast, born a Witch-Fae, and they termed him the wild one. Born of both courts and claimed by neither, he was a creature of untamed magic and impossible legend. And now, he stood before me at the edge of the Pearl Castle, salt water curling around his ankles, cloak clinging to his frame like shadows and silk. “Up close, you’re even more handsome, Morkai,” he said aloud, voice rough but laced with a mocking edge, and he grinned like someone who’d just won a very long game. My pulse kicked hard beneath my ribs, and I realized that I’d known him before this moment. Not his face, not his form, but his voice and his presence. That voice had pierced my thoughts through the link days ago, waking something I thought long dead. “You’re Caelen,” I said quietly, reverently. He winked and stepped closer, unconcerned by the power thrumming between us. “Didn’t think you’d recognize me so fast, your Majesty.” “Your voice is imprinted in my mind,” I replied, the truth spilling out before I could stop it. Caelen tilted his head slightly, the wet strands of his dark hair catching in the breeze. His green eyes, bright and impossibly deep, caught mine and held them. “Then I suppose meeting you here was inevitable,” he said, softer now. I stepped forward. I heard the way his breath hitched, and I knew then he was as affected by me as I was by him. “You are truly a sight to behold. Is this magic or witchery?” I murmured, and a flicker passed through his expression, like he’d been waiting for those words. “Oh,” he said, voice dipping low as he moved closer, close enough for our magic to stir the air between us, and he raised his chin, stared up into my eyes, and spoke with quiet fire, “What about you, your Majesty?” He paused. “You’re not just handsome, you're the kind of beautiful that unsettles every part of my body, since the first time I set my eyes on you." My breath caught, and for the first time in a century, the sea went silent around me. *************************************************************************************** Beneath the waves, destiny awakens. On the shore, something ancient stirs. Morkai Vaelan, the Abyssal Sovereign, was once a prince, now a legend, drowned in time. Bound to the sea by a forgotten curse, he reigns in solitude from his spectral Pearl Castle, feared by sailors and forsaken by the gods. His heart, like the ocean, hides storms no one dares to weather. Caelen Thorne is a Witch-Fae with no home to call his own. Too wild for witches and too human for Fae, he is haunted by a prophecy that marks him as both a harbinger and a key. His magic is dangerous. His past is a mystery. And his future? Drenched in blood and saltwater. When a rupture in the ocean's heart threatens to destroy both land and sea, Morkai and Caelen are bound by a force older than time and drawn into a love that defies every law of gods and men. But as desire deepens and secrets surface, they must face the greatest danger of all: each other. Dark, romantic, and sweeping as the tide, The Drowned Prince and the Outcast is a tale of ancient magic, forbidden love, and the storm that comes when two broken souls refuse to let go.

In a world where status is carved in stone and power lies within the pages of ancient Grimoires, every child waits for the day their fate is bound. At thirteen, they stand beneath the Arch of Binding, praying for the magic that will shape their future. Commoners, Nobles, Royals, even Lords—everyone has their place in the rigid chain of the Mystic Orders. Except for the Outcasts. Zayn Calder was born marked. An Outcast among Outcasts, branded by a birthmark that curls up his neck like spilled ink, he has been shunned his entire life. Forgotten by the town, feared by strangers, he has no hope of standing among the chosen. But when Grimoire Day arrives, something ancient stirs. While others receive books glowing with elemental magic, Zayn’s Grimoire emerges from darkness itself—bound in black leather, sealed with chains, and holding only a single, shifting page. It is a Grimoire untouched by time, forgotten by history, and feared by those who still remember the old stories. The First Scribe. The Forbidden Page. The magic that even the gods tried to bury. As whispers of rebellion brew, and the shadow of a lost Fourteenth Order begins to rise, Zayn is thrust into a world of brutal tournaments, ruthless Magic Legions, and hidden powers that do not obey the laws of this world. But some pages cannot be burned. And fate…cannot be erased.

In her first life, Elara Vale was raised for one purpose— To assassinate the most feared creature in the realm: The Vampire Emperor. Cold. Cruel. Immortal. He reigned over kingdoms soaked in blood, his power absolute. Elara trained for years, and when the time came, she drove the enchanted blade deep into his chest— only for him to laugh through the blood, pull her close, and strangle her with his bare hands. That was the last thing she remembered. Until now. Waking in a world of glowing screens and moving machines, Elara finds herself reincarnated into the modern era, in a body that isn’t quite hers— black-haired instead of Blonde . Grey-eyed instead of brown. Still her… but different. She tries to adapt. Blend in. But fate isn't done with her yet. Her new job? Personal secretary to Lucien Thorne, the ruthless CEO of Thorne Tech Empire. And the moment she sees him— Her blood runs cold. He has the same face. The same voice. The same bone-deep presence that once ruled empires. Except now… he’s human. Or at least, he pretends to be. Slick suits. Charming lies. No trace of fangs or blood. Everyone else sees a brilliant young billionaire. But Elara sees the man who once watched the life drain from her eyes. And what terrifies her most… is how he looks at her. Like he knows. Like he’s always known. He never mentions the past. Never slips. But his gaze lingers too long. His presence curls around her like an invisible leash. Elara tells herself it’s paranoia. That this can’t be the same man. That it’s just a face. A coincidence. But deep down, one question refuses to let her go: Does he remember? And if he does... Why is she still alive?

“That mark on your neck..” he began “No one, must know about the bond between us.” Adina looked at him, startled. “W-what?” “You will cover your neck everyday. You will live as you have and you will never speak of what happened yesterday. I will never acknowledge you as my mate. Never.” Her eyes glistened with unshed tears. “Why? Why did you mark me if you didn’t want me?” “If I had a choice, I wouldn’t even look at you.” He stepped closer, the cold in his eyes crueler than anything she’d ever seen. “Do you really think I’d choose you? A murderer?” His lip curled. “You killed your Alpha’s heir. Do you think anyone would want that as a mate?” ~~~~~ Framed for killing her Alpha’s pup. Adina is stripped off her title, and sold as a slave. Adina was once Luna of her pack, now she’s chained and sent to the most feared ruler in the realm. Thorne Vargan Rhukor, the cursed Lycan King. A beast whispered about in nightmares. A killer who murdered his own mate and fed her remains to vultures. But when their eyes meet, everything changes. A forgotten bond ignites. A prophecy stirs. And the King who vowed to never love again… wants her. In a world of beasts, bargains, and betrayal… how much is a soul really worth?

He died as a broken man. Now, he will rise as a god. In his past life, Eryndor was a fat, unloved orphan trapped in a world that show him no mercy--a brutal family, loveless relationship, and a fire the end it all. But death was not the end. Reincarnated as a True Dragon God-- the first in millennia-- Eryndor awakens in the Upper Realm, curled inside a dragon egg, with a body forged of myth and a soul still scarred by his past. Armed with a sentient, sarcastic System UI, he must crawl, claw, and evolve through a world that worships strength and devours weakness. Aethoria is no fairytale. Beneath its beauty lie ancient secrets, divine politics, and monstrous creatures. As Eryndor grows stronger, he discovered he is more than a beast. He is a key to an ancient war long buried... and maybe it's final hope. But power comes at a price. So don't bonds. Romance brews slowly--across races, realms, and bloodlines. As Eryndor learns to trust again in a world that fears what he might become. From floating islands to forbidden realms, from blood-drenched skies to quiet moments of healing, Eryndor's journey is one of rebirth, vengeance, love, and ascension.

Meredith, or Edith for short, woke up in chains, a slave to be auctioned off to the highest bidder. But things took a turn, and she managed to escape that burning fate. But little did she know that fate had other plans for her. Although she escaped the burning auction house, she was saved by the most unlikely person. One whom she had been warned from childhood to avoid, and if any by chance she ever crosses paths with, she should flee. King Davion Ashbourne. No one knew for certain what he was, but they all feared him. He was a man of many mysteries, and his reputation preceded him. Even other kings and creatures feared him. But Edith found herself drawn to him. Drawn to his darkness. In him, she found a home away from home. In him, she found a soul lonely and in need of saving. …… Excerpt “How about a little game?” He said, his gaze still steady on Edith. Edith ached a brow, finding his suggestion rather amusing. But that changed when he opened his mouth and uttered the following words, “If you win, you may go. But if you lose, I keep you. But no longer as a servant who gets her wages but as a pet of mine.” “May I ask what game?” Edith asked with furrowed brows. She had no I tensions of participating in his games, but she was curious to know what type of game Davion would play. His lips curled beautifully and slowly as he leaned forward, with a finger under her chin, he whispered, “Hide and Seek,” he straightened his posture and continued, “Or as I prefer to call it, The Hnter and the Prey.”