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She stripped herself before him, baring not just her body but whatever it was left of her dignity. "Isn't this what you wanted, like all the other Alphas?" She asked him, her voice trembling with pain and contempt. He stood frozen as he beheld the figure before him. And after a few minutes, picked up her robe and wrapped it gently around her. Then he walked away. An awkward cackle escaped her lips even as the burn of humiliation scorched its way down her throat. --- They say the Bloodmoon brings out the worst in beasts. For him, it made him Alpha. For me, it made me hunted. When I was chosen as a tribute to the Bloodmoon Hunt, I expected to finally have a mate. After being rejected five times by my previous ones. But what I didn't expect... was it to be him. Alpha Denzel: brutal, cold and cursed by the moon itself. Everyone fears him. They say he's unlovable and untamable. Because of his tyranny. But I’m not everyone. And I’ve got a beast of my own. That beast of an Alpha is mine to tame. Or destroy. Whichever comes first. *** Rejected. Unclaimed. Unwanted. Danika has spent her life cast aside by her pack, her father, and by fate itself. But when she’s chosen as a tribute for the Bloodmoon Hunt, her fate changes in the most brutal way. She was never supposed to matter. Now she’s the only one that does. The truth is bloodier than she ever imagined.

"Have you heard of him?" A small boy tugged at a woman's skirt, his tiny finger pointing at the large portrait of a man clad in a minister’s robe. "Shhh! Don’t say its name!" The woman hushed him, glancing around anxiously. She knew the boy was only curious about the drawing, yet the inscription beside it spoke of someone else entirely. Still, the credit had been given to the man in the portrait. "Why?" "We just... don’t say it." "Are you talking about The Next General?" A man dressed as a scholar interjected, inserting himself into the conversation. "Everyone is talking about it. After a hundred years, it has returned. I can't decide whether that fills me with hope or dread." His words were meant to impress, to showcase his knowledge, but the woman only tightened her grip on the boy, scooped him up, and hurried away like a hunted animal sensing danger. The scholar let out a single sharp laugh. "A chaotic rhythm… and marvellously extraordinary times are upon us," he murmured, before turning and walking away. --- Disclaimer This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and events are either the product of the author's imagination or used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or to real events is purely coincidental. The views and opinions expressed by the characters do not necessarily reflect those of the author. This book contains content that may not be suitable for all audiences. Reader discretion is advised. ------- Author-Sama is here with another one, been planning this for quite a while but laziness and procrastination keeps holding me down but now I am free. Here is another exciting historical novel, please enjoy.

Après six ans d'amour pour Julian Grayson et littéralement le maintenir en vie grâce à ses dons de sang rares, Hazel Ashworth n'est qu'à trois jours de devenir sa femme lorsqu'il appelle pour annuler leur mariage. La raison ? Sa demi-sœur Ivy a été diagnostiquée d'un cancer en phase terminale et son souhait avant de mourir est d'épouser Julian à sa place. Hazel regarde avec horreur Julian prendre sa robe de mariée artisanale pour Ivy, qui prévoit de la porter tout en volant non seulement le fiancé de Hazel, mais aussi l'intégralité de son mariage—même lieu, même date, même saveur de gâteau. C'est une répétition dévastatrice de leur enfance, où la mère d'Ivy, Eleanor, a détruit la famille de Hazel en séduisant son père et en poussant sa mère au suicide, puis a passé des années à écarter Hazel tandis qu'Ivy prenait tout ce qui lui appartenait autrefois. Mais cette fois, Hazel refuse de craquer comme sa mère l'a fait. Elle exige toute l'entreprise de Julian et deux millions de dollars en compensation, puis se présente à l'hôpital pour livrer le "cadeau de mariage" d'Ivy de la manière la plus explosive possible. Alors qu'Ivy joue parfaitement la victime mourante et que Julian reste aveugle à sa manipulation, Hazel commence à soupçonner que la maladie de sa demi-sœur n'est peut-être pas aussi terminale que tout le monde le croit. Quand Ivy a l'audace de demander à Hazel d'être témoin de son mariage avec Julian, les gants tombent complètement. Maintenant, Hazel doit décider jusqu'où elle est prête à aller pour exposer la vérité et récupérer ce qui lui revient de droit, même si cela signifie détruire l'homme qu'elle aimait autrefois dans le processus.

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

Stories of Dracula, the crimson king. Something different from what have been told. The dream returned again, thick with fog and the stench of old blood. Elara stood barefoot on blackened soil, surrounded by whispering shadows. A voice echoed through the mist — ancient, intimate. “Izolda…” She didn’t recognize the name, yet it struck something buried deep, like a cracked bell in her bones. She woke before dawn, heart pounding. Behind her ear, blood trickled from a place no wound should be. She dabbed it with trembling fingers and stared at the smear of red. It was the third time this month. At first, she told herself it was stress. Nerves. Imagination. But when three monks arrived that morning cloaked in silence and dusk-colored robes, her doubts unraveled. “You’ve heard the Call,” the eldest said. “The Seal weakens.” They knew her name. They spoke of an order older than kings. And of a man — a monster — bound beneath soil and stone. Dracula. Elara’s blood remembered things her mind could not. And now, the past clawed its way forward — not as memory, but as prophecy.

The chosen one blessed by divine light. The holy leader who unites kingdoms and vanquishes evil. The sacred figure all darkness trembles before. That is what a Pope should be. But me? As someone thrust into papal robes with a mysterious system window glowing before my eyes, I had one clear thought. "Finally," I whispered, gripping the Scythe of Judgement. Did I just inherit the ultimate religious authority? Is this my chance to wield divine power and command respect? Absolutely. And that's exactly the problem, because being Pope means every faction wants to control or kill me. Demon Generals hunt me personally. Political schemes surround my every decision. Ancient prophecies mark me for cosmic battles. "Perfect," I muttered sarcastically. "Just what I always wanted—a target painted on my back," I laughed bitterly while dodging another assassination attempt. Curious why I'm not thrilled about divine power? I should mention the most crucial detail about papal authority in this world. The thing is... Popes don't retire peacefully. Every previous Pope died violently. If history taught me anything, it's that holy authority comes with a very short life expectancy. Ideally, I'd like to survive past my first month in office. Thanks for nothing, mysterious forces that put me here. Little did I know, survival was just the beginning...

The grey world descended with a red meteor, like the ghostly reflection behind a mirror, gradually dragging the civilized world into the abyss of disorder. In this era, human life is as insignificant as dust. In this era, humanity shines as brightly as stars. The grand building was about to collapse. Someone saw an actor standing on the ruins of civilization, with a red robe like blood, laughing and crying from time to time. The curtain of The Times slowly opened behind him. He spread his arms wide, yes~

In a palace veiled by silk and secrets, loyalty is a mask—and love can be deadly. Born into a noble family, Lianfu’s life shattered the night her household was massacred for uncovering a royal conspiracy. Mistaken for a servant girl, she survived—scarred, silenced, and blindfolded by fate. But death did not claim her… vengeance chose her. Now known only as A’fu, she returns years later as a cold and deadly shadow, hiding her identity beneath flowing black robes and a silk cloth covering her eyes. Her blade is silent. Her resolve, unshakable. By her side is Prince Xiao Liwei—once a disregarded son of the Emperor, now a poised warrior cloaked in white. Elegant and sharp as a drawn fan, he walks a path riddled with betrayal and hidden enemies. But behind his gentle gaze lies a fierce protector… and a heart drawn to the mystery that is A’fu. Together, they will unravel the truth. Together, they will fight to survive. But in a court of lies and masked killers, how much will love cost?

He said: We can divorce. She said: No, I want to be your father's daughter-in-law! When all the dust settled, she finally managed to protect her entire family amidst the upheaval of changing dynasties. Princess Qin: Your Highness, can we divorce now? King Qin: Don't even think about it~! PS: Set in an alternate history of the Tang Dynasty~ [The talented and skilled fallen noble Miss VS the domineering King Qin who dotes on his daughter-in-law on his father's orders]

Interviewer: "Immortal Zhou Li, could you tell us why you created the orthodox methods and forged the twelve righteous paths, condensing twelve talismans to resolve ancient and modern disputes?" "Just to liven things up." Interviewer: "Well, I mean, did you reorganize the Great Ming Dynasty and plant the Seven Immortal Gourds based on the laws of myriad spirits, brewing the Spring of Spirit Qi for the glory of mankind or...?" "Just to really liven things up." Interviewer: "No, Immortal Zhou Li, I feel that you've done so much for humanity, for the Immortal Realm, and for Da Ming. Your purpose and starting point should be a bit more noble, such as...?" "Enough already, can't you see? I just wanted to bring some entertainment to the spiritually impoverished Great Ming Dynasty and everyone in the Cultivation World. Here, let's liven things up for everyone." The white-robed immortal pointed a finger, and alongside him, a chaotic and ferocious Ancient God swung indescribable and bizarre tendrils. Then, with a surge forward followed by a backflip, it landed stylishly, all the while muttering the delirious ramblings of an Ancient God. 【Damn, let's go, ignore it!】 "No fun? Who would cultivate without any fun?"

This is a game of deities. This is a fallen world. This is an endless voyage. Amidst the ruins of a shattered reality, a race known as "humans" dares to stake their existence on the faint glimmer of hope. "I shall return unto you the trials we once endured," proclaims a man of benevolent smile as he stands atop the pinnacle of the world. With fluttering banners, he gazes upon the radiant tapestry of the cosmos. He points a single finger toward the distant stars. Boom! A thunderous explosion shatters the silence, echoing across the desolate landscape.

In a vast world of cultivation, where yin and yang shape fate, and the lines between good and evil blur, five great clans rule over the land. Among them, the Lingxiao Clan (凌霄族)—known for its elegance, swordsmanship, and archery—stands as the fourth most revered. From this clan comes a boy born without a golden core or spiritual qi. His name is Ling Yiran (凌逸然)—graceful, free-spirited, and untamed. Though he is the youngest son of the clan leader, he is forbidden to cultivate, to fight, or even to wield a blade. His days are spent painting, playing, studying—locked within the mansion’s walls. But behind his quiet smiles is a secret life. At night, Yiran sneaks into the Forbidden Library, hidden deep in the mountains of Lingxiao territory, to learn long-lost arts none dare to touch. At 17, he is invited alongside his siblings to the Jinyue Clan (锦月族)—the second most powerful clan, famed for music cultivation, and bound by more than 10,000 sacred rules. Known for their discipline and emotional restraint, the Jinyue clan is a place where mistakes are not forgiven. His companions: His noble and composed older sister, Ling Qingxue (凌清雪) His lively, mischievous younger twin brothers: — Ling Yuze (凌昱泽) — Ling Yuhan (凌昱寒) They arrive at the gates of the Jinyue Clan. Everyone presents their invitation—but Yiran, of course, forgets his. The guards refuse him entry. Just then, a cold and beautiful young man appears, dressed in white robes. A red spirit thread coils around his wrist, and a blue spiritual sword hangs at his side. His face is expressionless, his gaze sharp as frost. He is Jin Suoxue (锦索雪), the Young Master of the Jinyue Clan—distant, cold, and feared by many. His name means “Bound in Snow”, and his heart is rumored to be just as frozen. Yiran, ever defiant, calls out to him without formality. “Hey, cold-face!” Everyone freezes. Jin Suoxue merely replies: “No invitation, no entry.” And walks away without a second glance. Furious, Yiran leaves, only to return later—with his scroll, snacks, and alcohol. But as he nears the gate, a formation sends him flying, his precious gifts broken. He grits his teeth, draws a black talisman, and writes glowing red characters in the air:“Distract.” The gate formation shatters briefly, letting him slip inside while sipping the one bottle that survived. A low voice stops him. “Oh... it’s you again.” And so begins the tale of sword and flute—of a spirited boy with no cultivation and a cold genius bound by rules. Their clash will awaken forgotten arts... and perhaps, a bond destined to defy the heavens. ————— Disclaimer: Book cover not mine. Credit to the rightful owner.

In a hall that was supported by golden craving runes pillars, the surroundings were silent except for the heavy breathing of an injured white robe teen with green hair and blue eyes while holding a sword in his hand was kneeling on the floor. The blood covered his whole white robe in red. Many bodies lie on the floor around the green-haired teen, indicating how intense the battle was. Standing in front of the injured green-haired teen was a teen named Kaal with long jet-black hair and deep black eyes, with a handsome face with a dominating aura. By piercing the sword in the chest of the green-haired teen, Kaal said with a smirk on his face, "Finally, the dog died...". Taking out the cursed soul orb, Kaal read the memory of the green-haired Raven. "HAHAHA HAHAHA, so that was his secret. a soul from another blue planet called Earth possessed the body of Raven..." Kaal said while laughing. Like a story of a novel on his planet. Raven must be the MC who might be destined to ascend to the height of the world, and I might be an arrogant young master-type Villain, whose role is to make the MC shine. -----------××××----------------- Join the journey of kaal from Villain to the strongest demon god. -Slow-paced novel where every character has their arc. -English is not my native language.

I wasn’t supposed to be here. Not in this fallen temple. Not in this broken life. Reborn as a false priest, a lie draped in worn robes, praying to gods who had long forgotten me. This place was my prison. My exile. A tomb for a soul who had no right to hope. Then he appeared. A filthy man, reeking of sweat and something darker, something intoxicating. His eyes gleamed with wild fire, and a crooked smile tugged at his lips like he knew every secret I tried to hide. He sauntered in, voice low and teasing. "Well, well, what do we have here? A little lost lamb in a den of shadows?"He asked. "I am the last priest this temple has."I said. He laughed, a slow, sultry sound that sent shivers down my spine. "False priest, true sinner. You’re far too serious for a place like this." His gaze lingered a moment too long, the heat in his eyes promising danger and delight. "I’m not supposed to fall. Not supposed to want."I said. He stepped closer, breath warm against my ear. "Oh, but darling, temptation is the sweetest kind of prayer."He grinned. And just like that, my quiet exile shattered, torn apart by a demon’s obsession. A seduction incubus who wasn’t afraid to play with fire… and power me in ways I never expected.

Les dragons et leur progéniture règnent sur le ciel, la terre et les mers... l'humanité survit dans les failles, rêvant d'une revanche. _____ La puissance vient de la bête que vous domptez. Loups, faucons, serpents, araignées, chimères, plus votre invocation est forte, plus votre avenir est radieux. Tant pis pour notre protagoniste. Quand tout le monde invoquait des salamandres, des aigles, des chiens troll (pas de doge) ou des tigres, il a eu... Eh bien, disons que la seule chose plus basse dans la chaîne alimentaire, c'est la terre. Raillé, harcelé, et vivant comme le bouc émissaire de chaque blague, il ne gagne pas vraiment. Mais abandonner n'est pas une option... Ses parents vieillissants ont tout vendu pour son « échec » de chance, et il ne laissera pas cela être inutile. Mais bon, c'est son histoire. Le dompteur de la plus faible des bêtes ? Voici la chose quand on est en bas : cela vous apprend à grimper. Et les dragons ? Il s'avère qu'ils commencent petits aussi. Alors que les royaumes s'effondrent sous la cupidité et les menaces extérieures, le plus faible des dompteurs commence son ascension. Suivez son parcours alors qu'il débloque un potentiel si rare, si terrifiant, qu'il mène aux dragons… Chaque branche évolutive mène aux plus forts 'SSS Dragons'. _______ Avertissement : Contient des dragons capables de détruire le monde, une revanche de l'outsider motivée par le ridicule, un protagoniste aux écailles de dragon, des nobles moralement discutables, des évolutions de créatures folles et assez de rebondissements pour vous faire vous demander si le plus faible est vraiment le plus chanceux. Un MC qui est prêt à prouver à tout le monde qu'il a tort… même si cela doit le tuer. Alerte spoiler : Ça ne le fera pas. Pour ceux qui aiment beaucoup s'amuser, celui-ci est pour vous. Si vous cherchez une histoire plus sombre, cherchez ailleurs (peut-être Utopian System (;) Celle-ci parle de s'amuser et de dompter les attentes. _______ Si vous voulez en savoir plus sur la couverture : Oui, c'est Luna, la FL... Sa peau et ses vêtements se transforment en écailles brillantes grâce à son pouvoir de dragon. Vous vous souvenez de Sailor Moon ? Les filles magiques ? Maintenant, imaginez si la tenue magique n'était pas une jolie robe, mais un véritable dragon ! Le dragon est la robe... Ce n'est pas juste de la mode ; c'est de la fusion. Les bêtes de haut niveau ont tendance à laisser leur marque, et Luna la porte comme une patronne, réalisant le coup de maître ultime. _______ Nous utiliserons le même Discord de mon premier livre, venez nous rejoindre ! https://discord.gg/W3CjfC2cw4 _______ Tags frivoles qui semblent beaucoup importer à certains lecteurs : Pas de Yaoi, pas de Yuri, Possiblement Harem (Votez ! Je peux écrire l'un ou l'autre, et dans tous les cas, il y aura plusieurs filles. La seule différence est s'il en choisit une à la fin ou s'il prend la route "libérale".... la démocratie est vôtre !), Pas de NTR.

She woke up in a creaky mountain hut — body aching, mind blank. No memories. No name. No clue how she ended up in a tiny village where spirit rabbits chewed on her boots and someone left dry cabbage hanging from the ceiling. All she knew was this: This body belonged to a poor, orphaned child. And now… it belonged to her. Before she could panic, the door opened. A man stepped inside. Young-looking. Elegant. A sword resting easily at his hip. His long robes shimmered with faint spiritual light, and his presence made the air feel… heavy. Old. But he didn’t speak like a warrior. He spoke like someone trying not to cry. “Child… I finally found you,” he said, his voice soft and careful. “I’m your great-great-grandfather.” “…HUH?!” Turns out, Yan Zhenwu wasn’t born a legend. He was once a mortal swordsman, wandering the world barefoot and broke. In his early years, he met a woman. Shared one quiet night beneath the stars. And moved on, never knowing he’d left behind a child. He never found out. Not until decades — centuries — later, when a letter reached him. The parchment was old. The ink faded. It came from his granddaughter. She’s alone now. Please… come find her. By then, Yan Zhenwu had already cultivated into someone feared and revered across the land. But titles and power meant nothing compared to that final request. Now, with a heart full of guilt and a radish basket full of awkward love, he’s come to find the last of his bloodline — a great-great-granddaughter with no memories, no spiritual roots, and no idea how to survive in a world filled with spiritual energy, cultivation, and danger.

After twenty-nine years of reign, Jiang Lingxi unfortunately passed away on her way back from a military expedition. When she opened her eyes again, she was in the modern world a thousand years later, becoming a small celebrity everyone on the internet was shouting to beat. Everyone shouting to beat? A drama queen? A small celebrity? Jiang Lingxi smiled it off; as a dignified Empress, she was best at turning the tables in desperate situations! Soon, the entire internet discovered that the hot searches about Jiang Lingxi exploded again, but they were no longer negative. Upon entering, netizens were all shouting: Awesome 666! In the Survival variety show, Jiang Lingxi led the entire scene by herself, and even the former top soldier who had to change careers due to injury couldn't help but humbly ask for jungle survival tips. In the historical drama remake about the Empress, as soon as Jiang Lingxi appeared, the Empress of a thousand-year-old prosperous era that only existed in public imagination suddenly had a clear image. During the Dragon Robe fashion show, the fashion master subconsciously performed minister etiquette in front of Jiang Lingxi, and the unedited red carpet photos amazed people both domestically and internationally. And after more unknown hidden identities were accidentally exposed, the whole internet: We're paralyzed, Your Majesty please witness us sliding and kneeling! * The Shen family of a thousand-year legacy, Shen Yunqing is the youngest Family Head of this generation. The man, rarely seen in front of the camera, is full of honor and dignity, only when looking at Jiang Lingxi does his gaze soften like spring water. 'Encountering Your Majesty, I only wish to bow and call myself your subject!'

[Mature Content Warning] In the fading twilight of the Moorish empire, Aneesa is betrayed by her family and sold to the palace as a concubine. But the Alhambra holds more than silks and secrets-within its walls lie dangerous scrolls, ancient alchemy, and a prince (Emir) who'd rather vanish into books than claim his throne. When the palace's future collides with an approaching army, Aneesa and Emir Tariq must decide whether love is their greatest weakness or their most powerful weapon. Forbidden love, dark magic, and courtly betrayal collide in this slow-burn historical fantasy where passion may be the only thing strong enough to rewrite fate. --- Excerpt --- Aneesa melted into him, hands grasping at his muscular arms. His fingertips slid along her back, pulling her in with the urgency of someone who had denied himself too long. She gasped as he picked her up and spun her around. In no time, her spine met the cold stone table, and scrolls and ink jars were knocked aside. Their tongues thrashed together as one hand clutched at her breasts and another raised her robe and navigated up her inner thigh. The Emir paused, looking at her with eyes on fire with desire.

Cultivation. Immortals. The Gods. A System. Sun Mo! Get ready to face the wrath of the entire world!" said a one of the hundreds of immortals across the Heavenly Dao. He was floating in the high lands above the Grand-Immortal Peak of Rejuvenation in his dark-steel clothing, striped with golden symbols that were imprinted onto his mystical robe. He was like the greatest villain everyone had feared. "It's time for me to release everyone of their worries and destroy this pathetic Heavenly Dao," Sun Mo said in villainous tone.

He died a parasite. Then, he was reborn a prince. But in both lives… he was powerless. Lucas came into his second life with all his past memories intact—memories filled with failure, humiliation, and helplessness. Reborn as a crown prince, he thought he had finally been given a chance to change everything. But the gods were cruel. His body was frail. His veins rejected mana. And in a world where strength determines worth, Lucas was nothing more than a burden wrapped in royal robes. Until a voice whispered from the abyss. [You've Proved You're Worthy To Be the Godslayer's Successor] [You Have Inherited the Blood World] [Inheritance Progress: 6%] [Sacrificial Offering: Kill All corrupt Villagers (0/103) Before They Turn Into Evil Beasts. Time Limit: 2 Minutes. Fail, and Your Succession Will Be Revoked] Suddenly, he was given power. But it came with a cost: blood, madness, and irreversible choices. As corruption spreads, as all those around him fall and monsters rise, Lucas begins to question everything. Then—she appears. A beautiful woman cloaked in sorrow, claiming to be his wife from the future. "Why are you so obsessed with power?! Even in this hell, there are lines that shouldn’t be crossed!" But Lucas no longer knows the meaning of mercy. Not when the world has taken everything from him. Not when power is the only way to survive. In a realm where light is devoured by shadow, and gods play cruel games with mortal lives... Will Lucas become a savior bathed in blood— or the final monster this world deserves?

* A gun can kill anything * Water makes thing wet, and gravity makes things fall. * Magic doesn't exist. These are the three ways that Jack sees the world, but after one night, when his father told him a story, Jack began to have dreams of a time when the world was filled with magic, and that he had an important role in that world. Sometimes he would even see things like a white robed old man flying in the sky. That same white robed old man, was actually a Primordial wizards, one of the two primordial wizards that caused the world to be barren of magic. After Jack finds out who he was, his whole life changed. The only question now is, did his life change for better, or for worse. A/N: Great readers, read my book and give a review, or I'll cast a thunderstorm on top of your heads.

If motion can change... then so can I.” Luma never meant to chase the wind—until it whispered back. When a mysterious traveler drops a scroll with cryptic truths and vanishes into the trees, her world of ordinary village paths and riverbend games cracks open to a universe ruled not by magic, but by the laws of nature itself. In a realm where physics and reality intertwine, Luma finds herself entangled in a journey that will test her courage, intelligence, and the very shape of her soul. Alongside Elder Ion—her enigmatic mentor who speaks in riddles and revelations—she faces robed figures who vanish into thin air, machines that run on unseen forces, and truths that fracture everything she thought was real. > Action explodes when the Spire’s Hall of Equilibrium is torn apart by an unseen wave of energy, scattering its scholars and nearly ending Ion’s life. In the Crimson Wastes, Luma uses Newton's laws to counterbalance a collapsing bridge, dragging an unconscious Nico to safety. And in a heart-stopping confrontation at the Bridge of Laws, she calculates her own fall mid-air—turning gravity into her weapon. Through every step, Luma grows—not just in knowledge, but in fire. "I don’t want to control the world. I want to understand it. That’s the difference between us." The Realm of Physis is a science fantasy saga where discovery becomes destiny. Each chapter pulses with tension, warmth, humor, and the power of thinking deeply in a world that punishes curiosity. Because when understanding becomes rebellion… Even gravity must answer to will. discord @gabfred4_38225

Perfect Immortal: Chapter One — Birth in the Abyss Realm of Ten Desolations — Veiled Abyss Valley Thunder roared across the heavens. Beneath a black sky pierced by a triple eclipse, the mountains cried and the stars trembled. Amidst a storm of violet lightning and blood rain, a woman screamed—not in fear, but in defiance. Her robes were torn and stained with sacred blood, her long silver hair clinging to her face. She clutched her swollen belly, breath ragged, as a tear rolled down her cheek and sizzled against the burning ground. "Even the heavens fear him… You are destined to be hunted… But you will live, my son." The woman was Shen Liyue, last of the Void Oracles, hidden deep in the Veiled Abyss Valley. Around her, space itself trembled. Shadowy figures in silver armor circled from above, bearing the symbol of the Heavenly Vow Sect—a cracked ring swallowing a star. One among them descended slowly, face half-covered by a mask of bone. "You, Shen Liyue, have broken the Pact. That child must not be born." She spat blood, then smiled. "You sealed my husband’s fate. But this one… is beyond fate." Lightning struck as her scream echoed through the skies. The storm parted. A child was born—silent. No cries. No breath. No heartbeat. Yet, he opened his eyes, black as the abyss, glowing faintly violet. Space cracked around him. The masked man stepped back, trembling. "W-what is this aura…" But the woman was already gone. With her last breath, she whispered a name into the child’s ear and tossed him into the chasm of the Veiled Abyss. > “Xian Wuheng… never let the heavens write your path.” He fell—through space, through time, into the Void Beyond the Sky. Where no child should have survived. But he did. --- Years Later — Outer Mortal Realm A small village called Dustbone Hamlet lived in the shadow of a broken mountain. One rainy night, a boy in ragged robes stood atop the cliffs, staring into the dark clouds, eyes glowing faintly violet. He had no family. No name. Only an old whisper echoed in his dreams: “Never let the heavens write your path.

Seated upon the obsidian throne carved from the bones of forgotten kings, Queen Sahira gazes with haunted authority. Her crimson hair cascades like spilled wine over blood-red robes etched in ancient runes. Veins of power glow faintly beneath her skin, a testament to the forbidden blood magic she commands. Shadows of the past; faceless, whispering, watching; loom behind her, remnants of the souls bound to her rise. This is the heart of Sahirra's power: beauty cloaked in terror, a legacy soaked in sacrifice. Her silence speaks of kingdoms ruled, rebellions crushed, and a destiny darker than prophecy ever dared whisper. Inspired by the Dune, The poppy war and Avatar

She was supposed to be the good one. Freshly divorced and forced to move back into her younger sister’s house, Alexandra hides her pain behind polite smiles, elegant silk robes, and the perfect image of a woman holding herself together. But everything cracks the moment David walks through the door—her sister’s 18-year-old boyfriend. Tall. Handsome. So goddamn young. He’s kind. Innocent. Too trusting. And worst of all… he looks at her like she’s not invisible. As days pass, the temptation grows unbearable. Alexandra finds herself watching him, fantasizing, aching—caught between shame and hunger. Her thoughts grow darker. Her touches linger longer. She tells herself she’s just lonely… until that lie breaks too. What begins as curiosity becomes obsession. And obsession? It never stays innocent. MOMMY’S DIRTY SECRET is a slow-burn erotic journey into the mind of a mature woman who craves the firm touch of a man after years of a cold, lifeless marriage. Alexandra’s desires simmer beneath the surface—repressed, aching, and far from innocent. For readers who like their smut raw, emotional, and taboo.

(Title change is in process) [WSA 2025 — PICCOMA] "I'll bite you. Right here," he pointed to his own arm, then his leg, then his neck, his smile widening. "I'll bite and bite and bite until I feel the blood run down my teeth. Until you scream just like him." He took a step forward, his eyes never leaving theirs. "Want to see how much you can bleed before you pass out?" - A 7 year old said ***** Watanabe Hiro and his friend, Owen were survivors of Zombie apocalypse and Black Dawn, a catastrophic event where the sun itself turned against humanity, scorching the earth and leaving only ashes in its wake. But death was not the end. Hiroshi woke up not in the burning wastelands of Earth, but in the grand hall of a noble estate, surrounded by stone pillars and robed figures. He found himself in the body of Axelius Dravenhart, the seven-year-old of the Noble Family of Dravenhart, renowned across the Kingdom of Archantia as the Greatest Beast Tamers for generations. Yet, his new life was far from a blessing. Axelius was labeled a disgrace from birth: No mana core, mana-less, unblessed, and shunned during the grand Awakening Ceremony—a moment where nobles discover their affinities, whether it be Elemental Magic, Weapon Mastery, Spiritual Arts, or Beast Taming. In a world dominated by powerful abilities and prestigious bloodlines, Axelius was nothing more than a powerless shadow, ignored by his own family and ridiculed by noble society. But Hiroshi was no ordinary soul. Armed with the memories of surviving Apocalypse and the instincts of a fighter, he soon discovered a dark hidden power. While the Dravenharts prided themselves on taming majestic beasts, Hiroshi, now Axelius, held the power to tame the untamable: Monsters. These terrifying creatures, feared from civilization for their uncontrollable nature, would bend to his will. The Dravenhart legacy of taming would not be denied to him not by blood, nor by fate. -------- BEASTS - Magestic,noble creatures, sacred companions of tamers. MONSTERS – Chaotic, often corrupted creatures. Dangerous, untamable by normal methods. Feared by society. Additional tags: Psycho MC, No harem, One FL, Slow burn Romance... COVER MADE BY: SHYRLO Discord Link: https://discord.gg/gGjZm2d8qq

On the vast sea, a luxurious yacht was shaking violently, and the raging storm mercilessly beat against the hull. Inside the cabin, five - year - old Jack nestled tightly in his parents' arms, his eyes full of fear. A huge wave, like a ferocious beast, suddenly capsized the yacht, and Jack watched helplessly as his parents were swallowed by the surging sea.​ The icy seawater instantly submerged Jack. He struggled desperately, but felt his breath getting more and more difficult, and his consciousness gradually fading. Just when he thought he was doomed, a golden light pierced the darkness. An Eastern Taoist priest who practiced immortality, dressed in a Taoist robe and with an otherworldly and elegant bearing, appeared in front of him. With a gentle wave of his hand, the Taoist priest pulled Jack back from the brink of death.

Lucian Grayson, a reluctant engineering student with dreams of becoming a pro gamer, is no stranger to stress and deadlines. But when a mysterious third door appears in his apartment during a stormy night, his world flips upside down—literally. Pulled into a medieval realm of robed summoners, a ruthless knight, and a botched ritual, Lucian dies... or so he thinks. Revived as a weightless soul with a game-like system floating before his eyes, Lucian must navigate a world where he’s neither hero nor villain, but something else entirely.Can Lucian unravel the secrets of his new existence and survive a realm that fears him? A thrilling blend of isekai, mystery, and supernatural adventure,Soulbound Defiant will keep you hooked as Lucian defies death itself to forge his own path.

He destroyed her kingdom. Now he wants her heart. Taken as a concubine by the ruthless King Malek—known for razing realms with his god-like powers—Seraya swore she’d never bow. But the more she resists, the more obsessed he becomes. In a palace of jealous rivals and deadly secrets, Seraya must survive his obsession, outwit his enemies… and guard her heart before it’s claimed completely. Because soon, she’ll discover exactly why they call him the Conqueror— and what becomes of those who dare to defy him. -Enemies to Lovers -Tyrant King x Captive Princess -Palace Intrigue -Soul-bonded Fates Teaser Preview: Seraya didn’t look back. King Malek watched her disappear beyond the hedges, striding away purposefully, not allowing her pride on full display. Interesting. He stood in the garden’s center, arms loosely folded, pulse annoyingly fast. A part of him—cold and calculating—should’ve left by now. Should’ve called a guard to escort her, reminded himself she was just another unwilling offering from a conquered land. But the rest of him, the darker, quieter part… was intrigued. She was different. Most women fell over themselves trying to please him. Some wept. Some flattered. Others performed needlessly grand gestures to gain his notice. But Seraya? She hid under tables and looked at him like he was something less than impressive. Like he was just another guard with nothing to offer her. It was maddening. And strangely refreshing. Malek sat back down on the same cushion she’d just vacated, still warm from her body, her scent lingering faintly—honeysuckle and sun-warmed linen. This, he thought. This is the scent that has been evading him the past few weeks. He’d gotten lingering traces of it at times when he’d enter a room, but it was always a ghost of a scent. At times it had lingered around that little red headed concubine, Jane or something. She was decent in bed, eager for sure. But not what he wanted. Lying in bed afterwards, her true scent came out—apples and ivy, and left him feeling empty. What had first intrigued him had been an illusion. But he knew it existed somewhere in the palace. He’d felt like a bloodhound the past few weeks searching for its true owner. Of course it belonged to the little vixen who has been avoiding the king like the plague. He took another deep inhale. His hand drifted to the spot where her fingers had curled into the edge of the cushion. He let out a breath and chuckled softly to himself. “You really don’t know, do you?” he murmured to the empty garden. She hadn’t recognized him. Not without the crown, the robes, the ring of soldiers and desperate concubines. And gods, that made it even better. It had been a long time since anyone had spoken to him without fear or flattery. She hadn’t lied to protect herself. She didn’t pander. She just was. Honest. Guarded, yes, but there had been a spark behind her eyes. A fire buried beneath the survival instincts. He’d seen it. Felt it. She hated him. And it thrilled him. He leaned his head back against the stone wall and closed his eyes, letting the filtered sunlight wash over his face. This garden had always been a quiet place, but now it felt… alive. Perhaps because for once, he didn’t have to be the king. He could be Lex—just a man in training clothes. Just a shadow on the edge of her world. And she had let him in, just a little. “She thinks I’m charming,” he mused aloud, a smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth. “Poor girl.” He wouldn’t reveal himself yet. No, not until she was well and truly tangled. Until she wanted him—and hated herself for it. Until she looked at Lex the way all the others looked at Malek… and realized too late that they were the same man. But it wouldn’t be easy. She was flame wrapped in thorns. And if he reached too fast, too hard, she’d cut him before she burned him. He liked that. He hadn't meant to linger. A quiet moment int he library-that's all he wanted. But instead he found something better than peace. A challenge.

Meili is a once-in-a-generation beauty raised in secrecy in the inner courtyards. To keep her safe from the palace concubine selections, her family conspires to make everyone, including her, believe that she's ugly. The secret's revealed when 3 peeping Tom’s get more than they bargained for spying on the 'ugly sister' bathing. The perverts are best friends, a young commander, the second prince, and an admired poet, and the 3 young men compete fiercely for her affections. As Meili emerges from 16 years in seclusion, her deeply rooted body dysmorphia has hilarious consequences as she misreads her interactions with men and proves to be a far more complex puzzle to woo than any of them are equipped for. A cdrama romcom where a young girl is a glittering prize trying her hardest not to be won. [#teen #lovequadrangle #historicalromance #romcom #chinesedrama #sweetromance] EXTRACT: Meili slipped out of her robe and sat on a ledge in the warm pool. Her long black hair cascaded down her back, tiny silver bells tinkled as she moved. It felt wonderful to be free of her chest binding. It was starting to get quite painful. She didn't dare stop wearing it in case it encouraged her already disconcertingly large breasts to keep expanding. It was onto this scene that the Commander, the Prince and the poet happened, as they soundlessly raised their heads above the peaked roofline. For a full minute not one of them moved or breathed. Her long hair covered her generous curves, allowing tantalising glimpses. She reached behind her neck to push back her hair. Commander Bai, realising what was about to happen, clamped each of his hands firmly over the eyes of the Prince and Tan Bowen. A fight broke out on the ridge-line as the men clawed and scratched in a panicked attempt to see what came next. Meili looked up in fright, just as the commander forcefully pushed his two friends, sliding them down the steep rooftop. For just a split second, the eyes of Commander Bai and Meili met.