Colby Madden Hoddies

“Having a superpower would be pretty cool, but what happens if you have to die to use them?" Through not very lovely circumstances, nineteen year old werewolf; Audeline Palmer, the social outcast of her pack, finds out that if she dies, she comes back to life— with a new inner wolf! Having been ostracized her whole life and constantly blamed for her mother's death, Audeline's chance to secure fated and fortunate happiness in the revelation that Alpha Freur Ferdinand; her lifetime crush; is her mate, is being sabotaged from every corner. Ranging from the time before Freur mates another, to a young man claiming his inner wolf was stolen by her pack, to the truth behind her mysterious birth, to getting her original inner wolf back and understanding the origin behind her unwanted superpower. Audeline does not, however, want to lose Freur to the maddening swirl of dark pack conspiracy as she makes him her ultimate goal. She does not care what it would cost her, even if it means dying over and over again. After all, death is only a relief when you live once.

[Matured Content] In a world of gods and Faes. Isadora Skaldwood was born a Fae but of impure blood “mannfae” deemed an inferior creation of the olden gods. Yet at birth she was kissed by the goddess of life and blessed with the ability of a skin weaver, capable of healing any wound or affliction. Betrayed by her family, she's sold for gain, shipped across the world to a brothel, into the hands of a selfish businessman who exploited her abilities for years. Travelers come to this brothel not to lay with the rumored mannfae but to seek her abilities. But then everything changed when “He” appeared… Kraven Val Thrond, widely known as “The Reaper," a terrifying warrior feared by those who dared speak his name. Dangerously handsome, a presence identical to the god of death, silver eyes like the crescent moon—but a mind dipped in madness. Isadora despises him, not just for stealing her away, but for thrusting her into his world of blood and chaos. He’s insane! But that’s only the cherry on top, his obsession is wicked. But when he touches her, mix emotions and desires stirs, can a madman feel something? Of course not! He's more inclined to kill her than succumb to his desires. He has this "Thirst" and it triggers mostly toward her. Just a kiss is a clear invitation toward death and when he touches her... she might greet the god of death soon. Have the gods damned her again? They had thrown a Dark Fae toward her way who's obsessed with owning her soul. But in life, only a mate can claim another soul. ~ (Excerpt) "What do you even want from me?" Isadora asked, this time more desperate. "The answer to that question, love," he leaned more until their lips almost touched. "I really wish there was one," he murmured, before crashing his lips against hers. Sparks surged through her in waves, but she bit his lip, hard enough to draw blood. The action seemed to make him stop and she pushed away from him. Kraven licked his lips, amused and a maddening look in his eyes. "Go away!" she yelled at him, tears almost building in her eyes. Why was he making her feel this way? Hatred burned through her veins and yet torn between this was an undeniable pull. "I will, love.." he replied with a dangerous edge to his tone and an eerily glow to his silver eyes. "If you can outrun me, first..." he added, taking a step closer and she instinctively took one back. "Run, Isadora..." he growled, his voice raw and animalistic, like a beast on the verge of unleashing wrath. "...run!" ~ A/N: This is Dark Romance, don't expect a sweet ML! Extra Tags: #darkromance #slowburn #blood&gore #morallygreyML #medieval #warriors The cover is mine!

"It felt like every cell of my body was purposefully made to one day defeat Edward Junior Chernyshevsky-Coleman. I had every desire to be better than him. To be stronger, smarter and more loved. It was maddening; a desperate plea for survival. I was on the right track... That was until his eyes met mine and he looked at me the way he did. At that moment I felt like I would die." Connor Leandre Rennison and Edward Junior Chernyshevsky-Coleman. Deputy Captain and Captain. Rugby Royalty and the son of the world's richest man. Fire and Ice. Sworn enemies from the first moment they laid sight on each other. Yet is that all they really are or is their hatred a cover for something more passionate. Something that could burn them both alive and leave them to be nothing but ashes. The third installment of the 'In Love series' by Matli_Unicorn. Check out Edward In Love and Ethan in Love to follow the 'Chernyshevsky-Coleman' family on their journey of love.

The sacred chamber was dimly lit, the scent of incense curling in the air like whispers of forgotten prayers. His breath came uneven, his hands trembled at his sides as he stared at the man before him—the warrior who should not have been here. "You shiver so easily," the warrior murmured, his voice dark, teasing. Tempting. His fingers brushed over the fine silk of the priest’s robe, not quite touching—just a whisper of heat, but enough to unravel him. "D-Don’t," he breathed, stepping back, but the warrior followed. "Don’t what?" The smirk in his voice was maddening. Mocking. Dangerous. "You know what exactly you are doing. This is unacceptable..." The warrior closed the space between them and placed his finger on his lips, causing his body to tremble. His throat bobbed. The rules of the sect were clear. He was supposed to be untouchable—unblemished in body and soul, a perfect example of godliness and pureness. And yet… "I can hear your heartbeat." The warrior leaned in, the tip of his nose barely grazing his jaw. Too close. "So wild… tell me, is it fear or something else?" His lips parted, but the words died on his tongue when strong hands found his wrist, tugging him forward, pressing him flush against the heat of his body. A sharp gasp escaped him. "Let me go," he whispered pleadingly. "Then go," the warrior challenged, loosening his grip—but his body refused to move. A sinful chuckle brushed against his ear. "See? You don’t want to leave." "I do." The lie burned his tongue. "Then why are you not?" A strangled sound escaped him as warmth pooled in his core—something he never should have felt. Something he never knew he could feel. His knees buckled, but before he could fall, strong arms caught him. Held him. Claimed him. "Look at you," the warrior hummed, his voice thick with something dangerous. "I barely touched you, and you’re already breaking. Doesn't this mean something to you, my moonflower?" The warrior looked into the divine one's eyes and noticed the change of color in his eyes which made him smirk as if he had gotten his lucky shot. His gaze darkened in return, sharp with an incomprehensible hunger and before the priest could utter another world, his lips were claimed. A single tear slipped free, rolling down his cheek—a silent surrender. He just couldn't do it. He couldn't fight against this burning desire in him anymore. He was just going to let it be—whatever would happen should happen. The warrior hummed in satisfaction at the taste of the divine one, his grip tightening. A gasp was swallowed whole as the warrior’s mouth moved against his, devouring, demanding, tasting. Heat licked down his spine, a fire awakening within him, spreading through his veins like an unspoken prophecy. "So beautiful," the warrior murmured against his lips before diving back in, stealing another kiss—deeper, rougher, hungrier. He was an angel worth sinning for. The Priest's fingers clutched at the fabric between them, desperate, lost, drowning. The world outside ceased to exist. Only this moment remained. Only this touch, this heat—this forbidden, maddening desire. And as the flames outside flickered wildly in the night, so too did he burn. . . . . Y'all, this picture was gotten from Pinterest. I only changed the names and added little design. I do not originally own it. Thank you.

For most, transmigrating into a fantasy world is the start of an epic adventure—wielding legendary weapons, gaining overpowered abilities, and living a life of grandeur. For our protagonist, however, it’s nothing but a bureaucratic nightmare. One moment, he was a burnt-out office worker finishing reports at midnight, and the next, he found himself inside Pinnacle of Mysteries, a cutthroat RPG infamous for its merciless difficulty. Worse, he’s not a hero, a villain, or even a major character—just an unknown captive on the verge of execution. To survive, he strikes an unlikely bargain with an ancient, forgotten being: the Lord of the Forgotten Abyss—a calamity sealed away long before the game's timeline even begins. Their pact grants him power, but it comes with a maddening catch: the Abyss Lord, for now, manifests as an overly proud fox with a tendency to give cryptic advice and demand extravagant meals. Navigating this world is far from easy. Powerful factions rule with an iron grip, and the forces of fate seem determined to shove him into the path of disasters. To make matters worse, he soon realizes that reality diverges from the game in ways he never expected. Events happen too early, key figures behave unpredictably, and unknown forces manipulate the world from the shadows. The storylines he once memorized? Useless. The safe zones? Now battlegrounds. The villainous factions? More fractured and cunning than they ever were in the game. As he struggles to piece together his place in this world, he finds himself entangled with figures who should be far beyond his reach. Yet, these are just the beginning of his troubles. The game’s hidden routes, thought to be mere flavour text by players, hold dark truths about the world's foundations. The Gods who shaped civilization have grown silent, and something ancient and hungry stirs beneath reality. Meanwhile, the villains he once dismissed as mere bosses—criminal lords, rogue sorcerers, and exiled royals—are beginning to notice him. Some want him dead, some want to use him, and some… some whisper that he may be exactly what they’ve been waiting for. Faced with conspiracies, betrayals, and relentless pursuit, he must navigate treacherous political landscapes, outwit enemies far beyond his level, and keep his not-so-helpful abyssal fox companion from making things worse. But as he delves deeper, one question haunts him: Did he truly transmigrate into the game he knew? Or was Pinnacle of Mysteries always something far, far greater? The Lord of Villains Is Just an Ordinary Civil Servant is a tale of deception, survival, and the absurdity of bureaucracy in a world where power reigns supreme. In a place where fate is written in blood and magic, he will have to carve out his own path—whether that means being a hero, a villain, or something else entirely. But really, all he wants is a stable job, a decent salary, and a way to avoid getting stabbed every other day. Unfortunately, fate has other plans.

When the Demonic Forces invaded the Mainland Continents from their faraway Dark Continents, humankind fought bravely to fend them off. Hundreds of thousands lay dead to stop those maddened beings from destroying themselves. But still, the demons came like a tidal wave and destroyed whatever remained in their paths. The Empire of Rethem, one of the last standing Empires in the Continent of Arelonia, stood still in the face of invasion till the very end. The protectors of Rethem, the Guardians fought with the demonic hordes bravely along with the soldiers and common men. But in the end, everything became futile. The Guardian Of Night, who saw the destruction of Rethem and the fall of the last Grand Guardian, despaired for another chance to make everything right. When he gets the chance to make everything right, in the body of his old fifteen-year-old self, will he be able to make everything right this time? Will he be able to become the strongest to fend off the invaders who will emerge one day from the dark depths of this world? Follow the last surviving Guardian's journey into his old world as he aims to become the strongest and destroy the demons once and for all. ------------------ ### Weekly Release => 3-4 Chapters [Max: 5 Chapters] (Avg Word Count = 1500-1700) ## I don't own the Cover, it's Collected. I'll remove the Cover if any problem arises.

Elara’s life has always been small. As an Omega in a world ruled by Alphas, she’s spent years invisible, her head bowed, her voice silent. No wolf, no power, no place in the pack. Just a servant, forgotten in the shadows. But on the night of the Mating Ball, one clumsy mistake changes everything. A spilled glass of wine. A Lycan King’s fury. And then—the bond. Kael Draven is everything Elara is not. Cold. Commanding. Ruthless. The Lycan King doesn’t have time for weakness, especially not in a mate. So when the Moon Goddess binds him to an Omega—a powerless, insignificant Omega—he’s furious. It’s a mistake. A betrayal. And he’ll do whatever it takes to break it. But the bond isn’t so easily ignored. It pulls at him, a constant, maddening thread tying him to her. And the more he fights it, the more he notices her—her quiet strength, her sharp wit, the way her dark eyes seem to see straight through him. She’s not what he expected. She’s… more. For Elara, the bond is both a curse and a revelation. Thrust into Kael’s world, she begins to uncover secrets about herself—and the dormant power tied to the Moon Goddess that lies within her. But power comes with a price. Kael’s enemies want her. His pack fears her. And Kael himself? He doesn’t know what to do with her. As tensions rise and rival Alphas close in, Elara and Kael are forced to confront their own demons—and each other. Can they trust the bond? Can they trust themselves? In a world where strength is everything, they’ll have to decide: fight for each other, or let the world tear them apart.

In a world ruled by power, secrets, and betrayal, Damian Steele, a cold, ruthless billionaire with a dark past, has built an empire on fear and destruction. Feared by his enemies and worshipped by his allies, he has one rule: emotions are weaknesses that can destroy everything. Yet, his unshakable world spirals into chaos when he crosses paths with Elena Carter, a simple, nerdy girl with big glasses, a messy ponytail, and an undying passion for books. Elena is everything Damian is not: quiet, kind, and utterly ordinary. She’s just trying to live a peaceful life, far away from the chaos Damian embodies. But when she inadvertently becomes a pawn in one of his dangerous schemes, she’s thrust into his dark and dangerous world. Damian is drawn to her in ways he doesn’t understand—a maddening obsession that threatens to unravel the ruthless persona he has built. For the world, Damian Steele is a monster, but for Elena, he’s willing to become something he never thought he could be—a man capable of love. But his love is anything but gentle. It’s fierce, possessive, and all-consuming. As Damian's enemies close in, Elena discovers there’s more to his dark world than she ever imagined. With secrets lurking in every shadow, she must decide if she can trust a man who destroys everything he touches, even if his love for her burns brighter than anything else in his life. Will their love survive the darkness of Damian’s world, or will it be the very thing that tears them apart?

Since I was born I've been a bit fragile. My bones are brittle with disease and my body constantly fighting itself. I missed many things in life and the world around me. I've never actually been in a classroom or had people other than family and it's been nine months since even they have visited. I missed championships and wars. I missed dances and celebrations. Sadly there was nothing I could do condemned to be in this hospital for all time. Calmly I studied the things I could never do like blacksmithing and combat strategies. Being male and this fragile is maddening but I'm sure it would be for anyone in my position. There is a new scientific discovery that's being unveiled today. I would have loved to be there and see it live but watching from the television is fine. I wonder what this quantum particle accelerator will bring with it. Maybe humanity will advance on this day and maybe before I die I might walk once on the beach. Watching this brilliant light show is amazing but slightly frightening at the moment it doesn't seem to be going the way it should. Havoc is ensuing within the testing site and people are rapidly being torn apart. It is horrifying but I can't look away as a black rift into the unknown best forth from seemingly nothing but thin air. The winds are swelling and the ground even here is shaking but I'm on the other side of the country. People are panicking in mass not knowing what to expect but then something willing violent bit happened as it looked like two worlds were merged in the blink of an explosion. The world has changed as what scientists would later call dimensional convergence. A message was heard in the heads of most humans that say as all manner of mythical creature appeared in mass! Our world had tripled in size and the message simply said “We don't know how we came but we are here to stay, let us have peace!” or so that's what I was told. What I heard though was “Time has not been kind so I will turn your greatest weakness into the ultimate power!” this is where is all began...and where the world started to end!

(warning:r18+ and strong mature content) In a world shrouded in darkness, two souls collided in a dance of destruction.Each harboring secrets that could annihilate them, found themselves inexplicably drawn to the very flame that could consume them. Their lives are a labyrinth of shadows, woven with deceit and bloodlust. Yet, amidst the chaos, they discover a glimmer of light in each other's eyes. A spark that ignited a passion so fierce, it threatened to incinerate them both. Shante Jarret,a siren of seduction,had built a fotress around her heart. But Madden,a maestro of control had a way of dismantling her defenses. With each whispered promises,he chipped away at her armor, exposing the vulnerable soul beneath. Madden Banks,a billionaire with a taste of darkness,had grown accustomed to shadows. But Shante,a female fatale with a kiss that could kill, awakened a hunger within him. A hunger that drove him to crave her touch,her taste,her very essence. As they navigated the treacherous landscapes of their desires,they found themselves bound by an unbreakable thread. A thread woven from the fabric of their own darkness,yet illuminated by the light they discover in eachother. Shante's past was marked by the brutal murder of her parents and her own rape at the age of five,perpetrated by the gangsters she has now taken care of. She has risen from the ashes,forging a new identity as the enigmatic leader of an underground club society. The club,a deadly society of dangerous seductress and evil gigolos,was built on a foundation of darkness and deception. Their mission was clear,hunt,seduce,manipulate,play and take down their targets within three days. The penalty for failure is death and the cardinal rule is simple: NEVER FALL IN LOVE WITH YOUR PREY. Shante received a mission,one that will test her skills and push her to a limit of sanity. Her target - Madden Banks,the same billionaire who awoke a hunger within her. As she delved deeper into his world,she found herself torn between her loyalty to the club and her growing fasination with Madden. *** Excerpt "Hello, I'm Te," Shante purred, her voice dripping with seduction as she extended a manicured hand. Madden's gaze narrowed, his eyes lingering on her face before responding, "Te, as in Tea?" Shante's smile faltered for a moment, her anger simmering just below the surface. But she quickly regained her composure, her voice taking on a husky tone. "No, as in Teeeeee... Short for Shante." Madden's expression remained impassive, his voice curt. "Madden." He turned his attention back to Tyra, dismissing Shante altogether. "I'll be on my way now sissy." He smiled softly. Tyra was about to whine but Shante did the whining instead. "C'mon, it's not so gentlemanly to go without at least taking us on a date." Madden's gaze was fixed on Tyra like she was the only one there and no one said a word. "Later,sis." He winked at Tyra. "What the f..." She scoffed,her eyes flashed with anger, her face burning with indignation,she had never been ignored all her life. That bloody bastard, it's not his fault,not his fau... === "Madd..." Shante hollered as she stormed into his glistening study,her eyes blazing with fury. Madden looked up from his desk, a hint of amusement dancing in his eyes and a sarcastic smile on his lips. "...are you fucking running mad,how dare you change my project to cartoon,you have any idea how many nights that took me?" She spat angrily. "Leave my fucking space,get the hell outta my house and I won't be able to irritate you again." He spoke nonchalantly. Shante's anger boiled over, her palms slapping against his desk. "You can ask well bring it on, cause I'm not leaving even if it's burning to ashes..." *** In the twisted game of cat and mouse, they're both predator and prey. Each move calculated,each kiss a gamble. But as the stakes grew higher,they realize that the greatest danger isn't the secret they kept,but the love they couldn't deny.

Not much is known about this world and what is known is maddening this world, filled with more terror than any mind can imagine and horrific creatures that could drive even a god mad. However, it also holds a powerful promise, for the more you delve into its dark abyss, the more powerful you can become. I am Yfeliran, a Summoner with my soul half-consumed by the dark creatures I summon. I cannot remember my family for I am an undead, my body stands resilient against magical spells and attacks, a testament to necromantic heritage.

This was just pure bliss, adapted from her wildest fantasy since meeting this guy. She was stunned but closed her eyes, indulging in the moment and savoring the taste of his lips and the warmth of his embrace. The way his lips felt against hers was just so right, and she had a lot to ask, but all her thoughts and questions seemed to vanish in that moment. The only thing that mattered was the overwhelming feeling—the taste of his lips, placed upon hers like a dream; his tender touch; his scent of love; and the maddening passion of the heart. Catch the incredible story of how this university student navigates the 14 DAYS OF VALENTINE'S and how her new neighbor becomes an unexpected source of life-changing changing in her journey.

Zi Haoran, a man of formidable ambition and pride, finds himself at the crossroads of destiny. Once a towering figure of power and prestige, he now faces the crumbling remnants of his empire, his love, and his identity. The love of his life, Han Xue whose heart was once tender, is now shielded by indifference, hardened by the wounds of their fractured marriage and his mistakes. Yet, just as the darkness threatens to consume him, destiny offers him an unexpected opportunity—not as mercy, but as a challenge. This time, Zi Haoran is not only fighting for his wife’s love. He’s reclaiming his throne, his honor, and vengeance against those who conspired against him. As newfound strength surges within him, powers he never imagined begin to awaken, reshaping him into a man even he cannot recognize. As Zi Haoran embraces this path, his every step seems guided by an uncanny certainty, his power growing sharper and his charisma more irresistible. With each encounter, Han Xue finds it harder to ignore the man who now stands before her—charming, persistent, and surprisingly vulnerable. --------------------- Zi Haoran stepped into the living room just as Han Xue tried to leave. His hand shot out, catching her wrist gently but firmly. She turned to glare at him. “Why now, Zi Haoran?” she demanded, her voice sharp. “Why try to fix what you shattered?” He pulled her closer, his gaze steady. “Because,” he said softly, “some things are worth breaking myself to rebuild.” Before she could respond, he tugged her down onto his lap, his arms circling her securely. She gasped, her eyes widening as she struggled against him. “Let me go!” “Not until you hear me out,” he said firmly, his teasing grin softening his words. “Why do you keep trying?” she asked, her voice exasperated as she pushed at his chest. “Because you’re worth it,” he replied, his confidence maddening. “And, let’s face it, you’ve missed me.” Her cheeks flushed as she shoved harder. “You’re delusional.” “Maybe,” he murmured, leaning closer, his breath brushing her cheek, “but you didn’t say I was wrong.” Flustered, she finally broke free, stepping back as she glared at him. “You’re wasting your time. I don’t feel the same anymore,” she snapped. Without warning, he leaned in and pressed a soft kiss to her cheek, his voice low and playful as he stepped back. “You’ll feel again. You’ll see… I’ve only just begun.” Her hand flew to her cheek, her eyes blazing with confusion and anger. She turned abruptly and fled the room, leaving Zi Haoran standing there, his smirk fading as he watched her retreat, bewildered by the turmoil he’d stirred. ---------------------- What confounds her most is not just his persistence, but the fire in his eyes—something deeper, as if he knows more than he should, perhaps even the secrets hidden in time itself. As Han Xue struggles to reconcile this transformed man with the one she once knew, the world shifts around them. His newfound powers, coupled with his sharp mind and commanding presence, turn him into a man of unparalleled strength. Every step he takes to win her heart back is also a step toward reclaiming the world he let slip through his fingers. With destiny pulling the strings, will Han Xue’s resistance hold, or will her resolve melt before the man she once loved—and the one he is becoming? One thing is certain: destiny desires nothing less than complete metamorphosis, for love, power, and vengeance.

Scarlett Whitmore, leader of the silver crest pack, has been killed betrayed by a cousin and her partner. Scarlett doesn't stay dead long, though. She wakes up in a cave, awakened by a mysterious Black Blood Pack. And strangely enough, she's been marked by a goddess. Now she's been given a task. A mission on borrowed time. Scarlett must lift a haunting curse over the lands. A curse so vile it changes werewolves to horrifying, maddened monsters and Vampires, to immortal empty souls. The problem is, Scarlett doesn't care less about werewolves going rabid. She wants her revenge and she will not stop until she gets it. The world is in her hands but she's ready to let it all burn. With her second chance at life, nothing and no one will come in her way. Not even the borrowed time on her hands, ticking away.

In a world where tamers bond with beasts to master their power, Xane is an anomaly. Most beastmasters rise to glory by forging core pacts, awakening their mana nodes, and creating powerful mana arts. But Xane’s path is anything but normal. With only one of his three mana nodes awakened, Xane lives on borrowed time. Within his chest lies a cursed egg—a ticking time bomb planted by his grandfather. The egg drains his blood occasionally and threatens to destroy his remaining mana node the moment he fully awakens. To survive, Xane turned to chaos summoning, an art forbidden double edge mana art for its maddening side effects. While others form bonds with loyal beasts, Xane commands bats, rotten hands, and chaotic monstrosities born of nightmares. But survival isn't enough. After an impossible victory against a Level-One Beast King, Xane and his ragtag team, "Team Denial," claw their way into the academy's Supreme Ten. This sudden rise attracts unwanted attention from other powerful families. Some are after this curse egg. For Xane, the real battle is only beginning. To unlock his true potential, he has to hatch this egg in his chest before it devours him, or he will lose his mind to the chaos.

Lost in a daydream on an ordinary day, Kris Rubo finds himself inexplicably transported to a world brimming with magic and mystery. Renamed Ernest Madden, he discovers he possesses the extraordinary ability of foresight, guided by an ancient prophecy that foretells impending darkness.

A being, formed from an infinite white expanse, is cast into a dark void full of strange creatures, fauna, and entire civilizations of other beings, all searching for the answers of this maddened world.

The Domain Of Gods exists! For years, Cain searched for ways on his Modern Earth to travel to the world where beings akin to Gods roam about. Nobody believed he could do it, but Cain never gave up. And after so many arduous years, he finally created the ritual that would transmigrate him to the Domain Of Gods! When the ritual had actually worked, Cain should've been positively elated. He even managed to transmigrate into the body of a genuine Dragon Prince. But, there was one major problem. Despite being the grandson of a Dargon God, he had zero cultivation for 18 years of his life! But, instead of feeling despair or cursing his luck over such a cliche scenario, Cain welcomed this problem with a maddening smile. Who cares if I have zero cultivation?! I will become a free reign expert no matter the means!

[MATURE CONTENT] ※※※ Before I realized, I was in the line of sight of the most breathtakingly beautiful being I had ever laid my eyes on, the King of the Academy, a literal future King, he was to the fae what I am to the demons, and there was something about that made me... what to give in to my succubus nature. His name was Eric L. Von Hyden and he was the top 1, he was the King of Von Hyden Academy, a Crowned Prince of the Fae Kingdom of Nyx, and he had his eyes on me in my last year. My parents had warned me not to get involved with anyone, especially not someone who was too strong, not someone in Royalty, they told me to avoid those the most. But Tartarus be damned, I was unable to take him off my mind the second he grabbed me by my waist and avoided me from falling down the stairs when I had been with my head elsewhere, his scent was addicting, an exotic mix of their passionflower, cloves, and sandalwood. A scent that lingered. He had grabbed me by my waist with a hand, and held my right hand with the other to bring me to him and avoid my fall. It was in the middle of the night, we were in the tower of the Poisontail House, one of the four the students were divided into, he was the leader of the House in senior year and I was the top female student in it, but I had never encountered him like that. His skin was warm in mine and he tightened his grip on me to take me out of the border of the stairs, a fall from there would be painful. From that night on, Eric began to shadow me around in a maddening way, I wanted to run from him at the same intensity as I wanted to run to him, but when he noticed the later, that only made him chase me harder. But in the end, he was my fairytale, my forbidden prince, my starcrossed lover who was not meant to be.

In ancient heavenly realm, the thirteen Olympians are the major deities of the heavenly realm, commonly considered to be Azazel, Zeus, Hera, Poseidon, Demeter, Athena, Apollo, Artemis, Ares, Hephaestus, Aphrodite, Hermes, and either Hestia or Dionysus. However, each of the gods chosen here represents an incomparable impact on a particular and essential sphere of human life. It is these fundamental associations which place Azazel, Zeus, Hera, Apollo, Artemis, Demeter, and Dionysus above all others. Those gods is the creator and ruler of the universe and source of all moral authority. Always been worship by mankind. Azazel the god of chaos, was being awaking from his slumber because of the constant disturb from the call of the consciousness of the world called The End, because of the newly born natural gods causing destruction around the small world.

He knew nothing but that he had come back from beyond, he had seen death. Brought forth from its endless fog he had been given accursed purpose. And the trials would not let anything stop him from achieving it. Not even death. -- No Cost to Great -- Through countless deaths he climbed higher and higher only keeping his mind every time he faced the ceaseless fog. The trials would always be a prison though, no matter how boundless they seemed to be. -- Your Breath and Bone, Meat and Blood are a Vehicle -- Was there anything beyond? Was there anything at the end of the trials? What would be the price if he went against them... what was the price of his freedom. Would he reach the end or would even his mind be swallowed by the ceaseless fog. -- You Live for your Purpose, make its Full Achievement the Demonstrated Proof of your Sincerity -- "Lost souls heed forgotten tales, Of one who sought to be challenged. To learn. Those abandoned by death. Forsaken, called forth from ceaseless fog to new accursed life. Arise now. Be bestowed boundless purpose. Seek to challenge, to grow, Be driven forth by maddening power, Grant wisdom through endless suffering, Fulfill this glorious purpose. Until nothing more may be sought. And so it will be, that even lost souls shall forget their tales."

Many say love is a fleeting emotion. But to them, love is an amorous devotion. … Cassandra Qin, a woman of grace and feminine perfection. Renowned as a charismatic and regal chairwoman, a prime woman in her late thirties whom all could only yearn in their most beautiful dream. Seen as a woman who has it all; exquisite beauty, success and outstanding daughter. She is revered by all, yet little do they know that behind her veneer of perfection, she has to nurse her own wound in darkness of night when no one is around. A woman whose heart is encased frozen to the heat of intimacy is what she believed she is, or so she thought until she meets him, the younger man who melts her coldness and ignites a flicker of passion within her into a storming inferno. A wet dream dressed in a hot suit, the finest womanizer. Her sweetest mistake. Him, whose presence sets her body aflame and whose smile features upon her dirtiest fantasies. Heir to the dark household. A man with whom she should have no contact with, yet the maddening temptation is just as irresistible as his vixen smile. Their passionate romance is like an exquisite painting, a captivating blend of raw passion and intimacy. Two dominant man and woman who get very lost in their amorous yet loveless affair, neither is able for fall for the other. Their coupling is one of unbridled passion, wrapped in the shroud of secrecy and danger. Will they end in timeless devotion or be consumed by the flames of their alluring affair? ... Sensuous fingertips traced down the lines of masculine perfection and up rippling pectorals. Hot and wet tongues locked together as silken thighs straddled with sinuous motion. Inhalations whisper of passion and desire. Their breaths mingled while fingers orchestrated an exhaled symphony of amorous moans. "Dance for me." The lady demanded, biting his neck as she pinned him down against the soft velvet sheets. "My pleasure." The man rasped, swallowing down, as he caressed the silhouette of smooth, contrasting thighs. "Anything you desire, my dear Queen."

As both of them stood leaning against the cold railing of the balcony, silence reigned upon them. It held different meanings for either. She usually preferred the silence. It brought calmness to her mind, a sense of sanity. But this one? It was maddening. It let a storm of thoughts enter her mind. Images of what could've happened; of what could still happen flashed across her inner eye. It terrorised her. Haunted her, letting a sole drop of tear run down her cheek. She wiped it away immediately. Even though he looked straight ahead in the distance at the night sky hovering over the city lights, with a side glance he noticed it. She was trying to hide her tears. On other occasions, he would do anything for her to shut up but right then, he wanted her to say anything. Anything at all. A word, at least. The silence stretched infinitely, tension in the air becoming thicker and thicker with each passing second. He opened his mouth to speak, but was pushed away when her fists collided against his hard chest. "Don't. Don't say a single word. There's nothing you can say to make me feel better!" She sobbed loudly. "Did you hear what the doctors said? Didn't you?!" Her fists pounded against his chest but it didn't even make him flinch. He caught her arms in mid-air and shook her, hoping that would send some sense into her, "Calm down!" He said, "We're in a hospital! And you cannot blame me for what happened." He added but somewhere deep down he knew, he was to be blamed for what catastrophe had happened that night. "Get out! I don't want to see your face and I don't want you to be anywhere near him!" She announced, tearing her gaze away from him while gritting her teeth in anger. She expected an apology from him but only received a rude reply. "I don't want to see your face either!" He confessed and stormed out of the room.

Shi Zhang lives a maddening life, he is constantly ridiculed by those around him, he had no one left to call family, other than a bastard uncle who stole his meager inheritance... As if all of his suffering could be drowned in alcohol, he soon finds himself at the wrong end of death... Waking up from the darkness to find himself reborn into a cruel world of swords and magic...

‘His very existence would send the world she knew into blazing fury!’ He was a ruler of the dragons, one most feared among the ancient races. All it took was a single mistake that sent his world to hell, causing him to be sealed. Thousands of years passed, and he remained sealed in a valley, with no hope of seeing the light of day but everything changed when she ventured into his prison, unleashing the terror within. Raven Drake, daughter of the strongest warlock, finds herself and the world in grave danger when she awakens the ancient beast – a sealed terror that would wreak havoc. Free, Xavier would stop at nothing to resume his ten thousand years goal… burn all to the ground. He is stopped when he meets her again, capturing her to satiate his maddening thirst for blood. What happens when a forbidden love springs forth amidst the clash of swords, blood and pain? Several conspiracies come to play in tearing the lovers apart with mysteries waiting to be solved and secrets revealed. Can Raven face all odds, keeping her sanity intact while bringing her closer to truths she wished had remained lost? Can their love transcend time or would fate prevail, this time, bringing them to ruin?

"Core of the Maddening Abyss" delves into the meticulously detailed and brutal tale of a sentient dungeon core. This heavily descriptive novel transports readers to a world where mana intertwines with the very fabric of existence and where trees whisper ancient secrets. In this immersive narrative, the dungeon core emerges as the central character, an enigmatic being pulsating with otherworldly power. As readers delve into the story, they will encounter a rich tapestry of detailed descriptions. Amidst this vividly painted landscape, the novel ventures into the darkest corners of gore and violence. The pages come alive with visceral depictions of brutal encounters, immersing readers in a world where blood stains the earth and the clash of weapons reverberates through the air. No detail is spared in capturing the raw brutality of the dungeon's inhabitants, invoking a sense of both dread and fascination. Embedded within the intricate system of the dungeon core's domain, readers will uncover a world teeming with captivating creatures. These beings, meticulously crafted with descriptive prose, range from majestic guardians of forbidden knowledge to grotesque monstrosities born of twisted magic. "Core of the Maddening Abyss" offers readers an enthralling journey into a meticulously detailed universe where the dungeon core reigns supreme. The blend of gore, rich description, and an intricately designed system immerses readers in a world both enchanting and terrifying. Brace yourself for an unforgettable adventure where the boundaries of imagination blur, and the dungeon core becomes a formidable force in its relentless pursuit of power and survival.

**For Every Princess dreams of a prince charming who will sweep her off her feet. It was different for Azrael. It was a nightmare.** Having been married seven times, Azrael lost her husbands on the night of her weddings. Nobody knows how or why the young men died. It becomes a mystery and the king, her father keeps it a secret. When she clocks twenty, the king decides to arrange a ball that can bring all the princes of the world to his court. Then, he would choose a groom for his daughter. Azrael is scared to marry again… Dark clouds are hovering around her roof. She must not invite a young man in. However, she must send those souls! He…Azriel is the true heir to the throne of Akkad. After the brutal killing of his parents, he runs and seeks refuge in the land of Genasi. Many years later, he has master the sword and the desire to kill his enemies grows stronger. He demands revenge and justice. He is stopped when he meets her, capturing her to satiate his maddening thirst for blood. But it is just the beginning. For her existence is his destruction. Book cover not mine....credit goes to the golden hands that created such a beautiful work.

[COMPLETED] Rinnie Everfell had always dreamed of going beyond the castle wall. The day that dream came true was also the day everyone she held dear died in the hands of the rebels. Bound by a promise to survive, she ran for her life, only to encounter a naked man deep in the woods. Out of desperation, Rinnie asked for his help and found herself agreeing to the reward he wanted, HER. Excerpt: “Rinnie,” he called with his warm baritone voice and placed his palm against the door to stop me from leaving. “You are a werewolf and your destined mate for life will be chosen by fate,” I whispered as I turned around to face him. “It was said that once you find your true mate, it was by instinct, by the maddening desires, by nature, telling you that was the mate you will love passionately for life.” “I am not that mate, Hugo,” I stressed my claim adamantly. “Rejecting your mate also means rejecting your destiny.” SLAM! His pair of crimson eyes glowed menacingly as he slammed his palm against the door. I fought the fear that instantly crept into my heart. “Destiny? Fate?” My back fused against the door as he bent over until his face was a palm length away from mine. “And who is this Destiny Fate to decide for me?” “Hugo—” “I decide for myself, Rinnie.” He seethed as his fangs let themselves known. “If I say you are my one true mate, then you are my one true mate. If this world disagrees, then let it be damned.” Little did Rinnie know, dealing with the devious, narcissistic, and a walking red flag Alpha, who was bold enough to go against his fate, would be the least of her concerns. With people after her, the secret of her identity, and the rotting truth of her "perfect life" slowly unveiling its covers, Rinnie must find a way to survive the vicious world of werewolves and vampires. Disclaimer: The cover is not mine. credits to the artist ****** Original Story by: alienfrommars FOLLOW ME ON INSTAGRAM for original character arts: @authoralienfrommars Discord server: https://discord.gg/tbS4rKec3e

She told him she loved him in high school; he laughed in her face. And, ever since then, Lucia Brielle Renaud had vowed never to fall in love again. Ten years and a successful career later, Lucia's first love... or is it her mortal enemy, Dylan Thomas is back in her life with one sole task; to claim the one position Lucia has ever dreamed of taking on: Vice president of Retro Corp! Oh, another cool fact... he doesn't remember her. At all. Lucia is determined to do everything... even go the extra mile to ensure that she gets that position, and possibly her lost pound of flesh while she's at it, but how far will she go? Dylan Thomas returns to his father's company after so many years also vying for the position of vice president. Little does anyone know that he comes with his own ulterior motives and personal agendas. He meets Lucia, otherwise known to him as Brielle, and the level of attraction he has for her is maddening and almost instantaneous. With lust, feelings and physical attractions getting in the way, who will emerge victorious in this battle for power?

Their homes had been destroyed, her families killed. Everywhere and everything had been burned down to ashes. And worst of all, they've been taken captive. Elsa's life had crumbled down in one swift moment. She was the only survivor left among her family. Along with other survivors, The Cyprus Park took them all to their domain where they intend to work them to the bone. Elsa being a human, didn't have time to moan her family. She couldn't tell either, where the sweet, masculine scent that was invading her nostrils was coming from. Lucan was the greatest, brutal and most handsome Alpha of the Cyprus Park. Thinking that the moon goddess is punishing him for his brutality and not giving him a mate. His hardened heart seize to soften. And finally He got a wiff of a scent. One he hadn't smelled before and one who drove him crazy. Who has this smell? His Mate? He wasn't too happy when he found out it was his captive, a maid. Extract: Lucan was ready to go down to the gathering, all set and ready to go,with Lewis by side. He left his bedroom and began walking down the hallway towards the stairs. "I hope," Lewis began, "Your mate will be at the party tonight" he said tentatively studying the ALPHA'S mood before talking. "Uhmn" Lucan answered, whenever he started a conversation with 'Uhmn' it meant he want it to go no further but Lewis was adamant. "Oh goddess of Cyprus, do provide our Alpha with the most beautiful maiden that one has ever come across.Our Luna must be a strong She wolf like our Alpha"Lewis prayed loudly. "The messenger has he arrived?" Lucan said nonchalantly like he hadn't had the prayer Lewis just made. "Any minutes from now he will be here" Lewis answered. As Lucan walk down the stairs with Lewis, his Wolf sprang up at instance. The scent, our Mate, beautiful, sweet scent filled his nostrils. She must be somewhere along this part, He thought as he walked down the steps. The scent grew more heavenly and he looked around to see who it May be. Then he saw her. The Maid, his Mate, She was standing close to the bottom of the staircase, holding a tray filled with glasses of wine at her front. Her short, tiny maid outfit that sent her pretty legs on display was maddening and he became furious. He walked faster down the stairs, and as he got nearer, he stared at her small frame, long slim neck which was cascaded by few strands of hair plastered to her neck with sweat. Her hair, tied up in a bun on her head, gave away the view of her delicious neck which he wanted to grab closer and sink his fangs into them. But that would only frighten her to the core. She turned around at the last minute and bumbed into him. Spilling wine all over his expensive robe. As soon as she looked up and saw it was him, her eyes grew wide and She screamed and got on her knees. The only thing Lucan could think about was her marvelous scents which took all over him, and his Wolf kept dancing and with outermost joy. As much as he wanted to grab her to himself, he kept his cool and looked away from her. "My Lord! I'm......I'm sorry......" She stammered. "Mate" Was the only word Lucan could muster. "What?!" Lewis, said. The party was already In a chaos. A maid had spilled drink on the ALPHA'S robe. The maids had all gathered, shivering. All waiting for the booming of the Alpha's voice for the unfortunate to be beheaded. Lady Monica came spluttering towards them. A mixture of anger, fear and anxiety boldly written on her face. "I'm sorry my Lord, she's just a new maid and she's still wet behind the ears, kindly let me punish her. We are truly sorry" Lady Monica stuttered, then bowed deeply. Lucan stared at the faces staring at him. This was his mate, as much as he wanted to claim her, he needed to keep this within him for now. Turning towards Lewis, who was also anxiously waiting for his decision, he stated blankly. "Cancel the party. I've found what I'm looking for"