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[Warning!!! Contains Explicit Scenes, extreme gore, heart-pounding fight scenes, and an extremely combat loving MC!] Two millennials ago, Earth underwent an earth-shattering change. The gods were slaughtered by an unknown terrifying existence, and their potent blood spilled through the entire solar system, corrupting all life on various planets along with Earth. As a last resort, the gods created the Galactic Tower. Their inheritances, strength, and relics were placed as rewards for those who cleared each floor, proving themselves worthy. Thus, the Awakening Era arrived. … Lucian Morningster, the golden boy of the city. He had a perfect life, had the prettiest girl, a good best friend and a very bright future. Noticing his potential, The Mayor took him in, everyone respected him, his classmates envied him and the Mayor took him as a son. However, everything ended when he awakened an F-rank talent instead of the S-rank talent everyone thought he would awaken. Lucian’s smile froze. He mumbled to himself, “It must be a mistake?” The whispers started again. This time they weren’t nice or joyful; no, they were sharper and carried a cruel edge. “See? I told you he would awaken a trash talent.” “All that potential, for an F-ranker?” His girlfriend who awakened a C-rank talent, “What a waste, Lucian. My father took you in for nothing,” Her voice as cold as the ice on the tips of her fingers. His best-friend who awakened an A-rank talent, “You know, seeing you so weak and vulnerable is kind of refreshing. She always hated your endless confidence, so do I. It’s no wonder she comes to me after being done with you.” Lucian, who was respected and envied now turned to a joke to the entire school and town. “Boom!” Those who he called friends attacked him, leaving him for dead in the Galactic Tower. It was then his chance for vengeance arrived. [Ding!] [Would you like to Reroll your talent?] [Congratulations! 100,000x Reroll has been triggered!] [Self Regeneration (F-Rank) has evolved into Extreme Ungodly Regeneration (SSS-Rank)!] ──────────────────────── [Ungodly Regeneration] ▪ Class Rank: SSS ▪ Class Perk: — +∞% Vitality | x300% Mana (SSS) ▪ Class Skills: ➤ (SSS) Ungodly Regeneration: Instantly regenerates from any injury. [Upgradable] ➤ (SSS) Blood Shadow: Use your blood to awaken a blood shadow of slain enemies. [Upgradable] ➤ (SSS) Blood Extraction: Absorb the blood of the dead to gain random stat enhancements. [Upgradable] ────────────────── [Rerolling Standard Combat Spear...] [1,876x Reroll has been triggered!] [Standard Combat Spear → Blood Shadow Devourer(Legendary)] ──────────────────────── [Rerolling Mana Sorage Necklace[Bronze-grade)] [5000x Reroll has been triggered!] [Mana Sorage Necklace[Bronze-grade)→Celestial Essence Amulet (Mythic-grade)] ──────────────── [Rerolling Tresure Chest[Bronze-grade).] [5000x Reroll has been triggered!] [Treaure Chest[Bronze-grade)→Treasure Chest (Mythic-grade)] ••• With extraordinary power: comes extraordinary responsibilities. Lucian: “Fvck that! I just want vengeance!” [I won’t beg for golden tickets but those with gifts would have their names as Male lead! (The higher, the more important!)]

Bell, a fairy who escaped to Thailand pretended to be a beta for a wolf pack, but one night an Omega hybrid, Kit lost control and accidentally forced an imprint between them. ——————————————————————————————————————————————————————————— Production team: Art by Light Comic Studio Author: Aom Ro Text fixes, logo: Ariestanabirah & Hein Based on the Light Novel by Aom Ro

The city’s underworld lives in fear of Vesper — a ruthless assassin who strikes only at midnight, leaving behind a single blade engraved with the letter ‘V’ embedded in the victim’s heart. Feared for their strength and precision, Vesper is believed to be a man — a shadow no one dares to cross. For Valerio Moretti, Vesper’s name is more than just a whispered legend. Years ago, the elusive killer claimed his grandfather’s life, leaving a scar Valerio has never forgotten. Now, as rumors of Vesper’s return spread, Valerio knows one thing — the assassin is closing in. Meanwhile, Leona Vale, a bubbly newcomer with an infectious smile, couldn’t be more out of place in Valerio’s violent world. Soft-hearted, a little clumsy, and hopelessly naive, Leona is the least likely person to survive the chaos of the criminal underworld — yet somehow, she does. Known more for spilling drinks than holding her ground, she’s quickly dismissed as a harmless bystander. But as bodies begin to fall and threats draw closer, Valerio faces a race against time to unmask the assassin stalking his empire — before Vesper strikes again. In a world ruled by shadows and blood, some threats hide in plain sight — and the deadliest ones leave no trace at all.

Having spent her childhood confined in chains, Alice was a child who knew neither love nor joy. Scorned by her family while being tortured in the name of the greater good for years, she grew numb to all feeling and thought. That is, until one day, a man in black offered her a chance to escape. There were once rumours widespread of an endless hell, a land of glorious death and dreadful opportunity. Fools went in search of it, and the clever never ventured into it. Only when its baleful mysteries spilled unto the earth did all hear its name — the Abyss. A single drop of its blood could give someone the power to control shadows, move faster than sound, or strength greater than the strongest man. Yet, it all came at a cost; the blood would always make sure those who consumed it became part of the Abyss, with one exception — Alice. Cast away by her own blood, it was her destiny to rot in a gilded cage. But, that fateful day changed everything. Gifted a second chance at life, a chance to turn her life around and claim vengeance against her family, a chance to dive deep into the Abyss and gain the power to govern her own fate, Alice took his hand, unaware of the destiny unfolding before her. Discord: https://discord.gg/vrdTSkj8Va Author Notes: This is my third book, going to take what I learned from before to improve. This book will be focusing on plot, action, depths of character bonds and overall a darker tone/take on this cruel fantasy world I've cooked up for this book! If you give this book a try, I hope you enjoy! A very different experience and tone to Nanomancer Reborn.

[The System has arrived on your habitable planet, known as ‘Earth.’] [In five seconds, monsters from countless realms will invade Earth.] [Remaining Time: 5 seconds.] [You can now view your attributes, talents, abilities, and skills by simply thinking about them.] [Kill monsters, and you might survive.] “Monsters?” Damian’s breathing quickened as the pain in his chest grew sharper. On the day of the Awakening, humanity was forced to defend against an invasion of countless monsters from the towers that connected realms across the multiverse. While billions of people died helplessly, billions more seized the opportunities hidden behind the horrors spilling out of the gates. Leveling up, growing stronger, awakening talents, learning supernatural skills, changing one's very race, and even achieving immortality all became possibilities. But for Damian, who was suffering from a sickness that would kill him within a few years, the Awakening was a curse. While other humans awakened powerful talents, hunted monsters, and evolved, Damian remained talentless, a liability and a burden the awakened had to carry. Damian never wanted to be seen as weak or useless, but what could he do? He was dying. If only he had awakened a talent or at least possessed a stronger body, he might have been able to level up and cure his sickness. But he couldn’t. All that would change when a mysterious figure set him on a path that would lead him to his true destiny. Witness the rise of a warrior who would make countless men tremble in fear. Witness the rise of a monster who would force every race, every being, and every existence to kneel. Witness the rise of the Champion. Tags: [System], [Towers], [level up], [Classes], [Monsters], [Vampires], [Werewolves], [Yokai], [Dragons], [Demons], [Angels], [Gods]. [Rare Bloodlines], [unique Abilities], [Regression], [Survival], [Mystery], [Time Travel], [reincarnation], [Overpowered], [Martial Arts], [Magic], [Cultivation], [Murim], [Hell & Heaven], [Progenitors].

MC found a job as a plumber and electrician in a property management company. Today, MC was chatting with her colleague Lao Li in the property management office. She received a call from a resident who said that there was a power outage at home and asked her to go over and check the circuit. After she told him the building number and location, MC suddenly noticed the young woman who lived in that household. She had been paying attention to her for a long time. Mature, hot, wearing high heels, wearing stockings, having beautiful legs and a perky butt, these were all MC's unique impressions of that young woman. After MC hung up the phone, he told Lao Li that he was going to do the repairs, and then he took the tool kit and went to the young woman's door...

Ding~ [A message has been sent by the Gods] [Welcome chosen one to the World of Milfs for your trial to attain Godhood. Fulfill the Gods requests and obtain their approval to join us and become a God] [Fail your given request and meet your demise] Ding~ [A request has been sent by the Gods] [The God of Storms Synthia sends a request: Grope your adopted mother's buttocks till you leave marks on her ass] [The God of Music Calliope sends a request: Make your Aunt moan so loud that your neighbours can hear her sweet voice] [The God of Health Fiona sends a request: Lick of the curry that spilled on your neighbour's chest, while her husband watches tv in the room next door] [The God of Stars Noella sends a request: Blackmail your classmate's mother into sucking you off in her son's room] [The God of Wisdom Seraphina sends a request: Drink all the office lady's breast milk straight from the source, that was supposed to be for her baby] I see....So I basically have to do a bunch of naughty and perverted stuff that the Gods want to see me do with a whole lot of smoking hot milfs, for a chance to become God and save my life. What else can I say other then... WHAT KIND OF FUCKED UP JOKE IS THIS?!?! Want to know how this all came to be? Then follow our protagonist and his journey to become God by making his own Milf Harem (Warning: This novel is made by a Degenerate for Degenerates, so if you aren't into kinky stuff and prefer vanilla, then this novel isn't for you) •°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•° [No NTR - No Yuri - No sharing - No system that assists the protagonist - No mind control - No blood related Incest - No drugs or potions that influence the girls - Hardcore Inseki - A lot of Netori and Stealing - Harem - Slice of Life Romance - No unnecessary Drama - A lot of fleshed out +18 scenes - Finally a very competent protagonist] [This novel is focused on Older Women and Milfs, so don't expect any younger girls unless there's a Oyakodon] [And finally I want all the interactions to feel natural and I want the readers to be invested in the characters, so the story will be fleshed out and not rushed in any way] discord.gg/9hKEN3duBw

"I begged not to die. The gods listened. They never let me stop." Reborn in 269 BC, two days' march from Rome, a nameless man awakens in a stranger’s body—naked, bleeding, and cursed with a cruel immortality. He cannot die, yet he feels every wound. Limbs sever, bones break, blood spills... and always, he returns. Rome is still young: a republic of wolves, forged in betrayal and blood. Superstition rules the streets, ambition chokes the Senate, and war looms on every frontier. Amid it all, one man walks unseen through history—hunted by cults, feared by generals, and haunted by the memories of lives lost across centuries.

The king has been assassinated, and all his secrets are spilling into the open. A few will hurt the family. Some will hurt the empire, and some will threaten the galactic order. However, one that is not his own creation is so dangerous, that if revealed to the public, will destroy all of civilization in an instant. Now the princess is next. I have been assigned to protect her and to find and stop the perpetrators from attempting another attack. However, a feeling cannot escape me. This feeling that everyone knows more than they are letting on about the kings death. Whatever this secret is, whoever these people are, they are willing to go to the extreme to protect their secret, even if it means killing a king or destroying an entire empire to do it.

Elliot Kane came to college to disappear—haunted by a past he can’t escape, he buries his scars in sketches of oceans he’s never seen, a scholarship kid with a secret too heavy to bear. Bryce Callahan rules the college with a fist and a smirk—six feet of muscle and menace, a senior athlete who bows to no one, least of all the quiet freshman in his space. In Room 314, their worlds clash in a storm of silence and shouts, every glance a fight neither wants to lose. Elliot’s walls are forged from a childhood wrecked by the crash that took his parents. Bryce’s bravado hides a restlessness ignited by those fleeting, ocean-blue eyes that evade him. When a sketch of twisted metal in crashing waves slips out, Elliot’s shadows threaten to spill, and Bryce teeters: push away or pull closer? In a space too tight for secrets, every stolen glance unravels them. Will Elliot’s silence drown him, or will Bryce’s storm shatter their defenses? A tale of hidden truths, reluctant bonds, and tides that bind—or break.

*WPC #139 FL-modern werewolf Silver Tier ************** "I'm done playing nice, mate." His guttural voice was a threat. He wanted to force himself on her. He wanted her submission to come to him and be protected. Melisca was staring into his blood-red eyes. The grass field in it was gone. It was now a burning lava. Yes, she felt fear, but she was more furious about what he wanted for her. "You are my fated mate. My luna. Your rightful place should be right by my side, not running around spilling blood." Her face contorted in constant anger. If only looks could kill, his gorgeous head would have already been separated from his neck. "I don't want to be Luna for the people I hate." Her teeth gritted. She should have been scared. He can easily snap her slender neck. But her courage or stupidity prevailed over common sense. ******************** Too much for being a werewolf. A werewolf that can never shift. But that's the last of her concerns. For she had a pack to hunt, a family to revenge, and a life to survive. Melisca Lorwey is a half-blood wolf and human. Exiled by her father's clan and hated by her mother's side. When both of her parents died, she had no one else but herself alone. Witnessing how her parents had been murdered, she decided to hunt the killers as her life mission. Though she can't shift, she still had the abilities of a wolf. Then someone adds up to her life complications. Ezekiel Rawson Stavrus made her mission even harder to accomplish. She doesn't want anyone to distract or, worse, stop her plans. The very last thing she needed was the most powerful and possessive alpha chasing after her. So the moment she heard him say, “Mine." She fled away like her life's on the line. --------------------------- AN: This is not your typical romance. This is not your lovey-dovey werewolf troupe. THIS IS BLOODY, VENGEFUL, AND ANGRY. It focuses in bloody revenge, duties, and responsibilities first. Love isn't everything for the characters. It could be all or nothing in their wicked world of greed, power, and darkness. Shared universe with... > SYSTEM MISSION: TAME THE MAFIA BOSS - Military General FL and Mafia Boss ML Please check this out as well. Thank you. Love in Hate in Love - Artist/Musician FL and CEO ML

Ryo Kisaragi just wanted to buy a new model kit on his 18th birthday. Instead, he found himself yanked into a brutal dieselpunk world where steel behemoths roam, empires clash, and war never sleeps. Equipped with the Ironclad System, a sarcastic, AI-driven guide that grants quests and rewards, Ryo must carve his path through a world of blood, oil, and revolution. Thrown into a battlefield with nothing but his wits, he soon learns that survival means adapting—and fast. With each victory, he earns blueprints for monstrous war machines, experimental weapons, and even enhancements for his own body. But the more he builds, the deeper he’s dragged into a conspiracy spanning nations, shadowy cabals, and beings beyond human comprehension. Steel, fire, and War, mystery, and a system that won’t stop roasting him—Ryo’s journey is anything but ordinary. Welcome to the Gearbound World.

WSA ENTRY 2025 Year 20XX, the world was thrown into chaos when the Tower of Yxthar appeared... A colossal structure reaching beyond the sky, its countless floors each a gateway to a different world. These realms, seemingly connected to distant universes, spilled their dangers into Earth, unleashing monsters, invaders, and unknown horrors that threatened humanity’s survival. But from this catastrophe emerged an era of superhumans.... individuals awakened with extraordinary abilities. They became known as Stream Hunters, a title with dual meaning: "Hunter" for their combat prowess and "Streamer" because they broadcast their battles not just to Earth but across the multiverse. Through their streams, Stream Hunters gained viewers from other worlds, earning gifts and, if fortunate, the backing of a powerful Main Sponsor. Adam, an average ranking Stream Hunter, was just a background figure in their adventures... until the unimaginable happened. He woke up fifteen years before the catastrophe that would doom the world! Resigned to enjoying what little time he had left, Adam prepared for an arduous journey... But fate had another twist: he unlocked the Multiversal Livestream System... Granting him the power to copy the skills of his viewers. ... This is a semi-interactive novel. Readers can participate as [Viewers], with their Webnovel account name used as their Viewer nickname. Top fans who engage with the novel through comments, discussions, and reactions will have a unique personality created by the author based on their interactions, favorite characters, and overall engagement. This personality will be used when interacting with the characters in the story. Gifting system: Powerstone = 5 Gold Coins Golden Ticket = 1 Soul Core point F-Tier Gift = Cola E-Tier Gift = Pizza D-Tier Gift = Capsule C-Tier Gift = Massage Chair B-Tier Gift = Luxury Car A-Tier Gift = Dragon S-Tier Gift = Magic Castle S-Authority = Spacecraft Sponsorship = Golden Gachapon [Note] : Gifting effects will be applied within 1-20 chapters.

In a world ruled by strength, only the bold dare to chase the gods’ favor. Eirik, the son of a humble farmer, has always gazed beyond the fjords of Hrafnsfjord, longing for the freedom of the sea. When a ruthless Jarl offers him a chance to prove his worth, Eirik steps forward — not as a warrior, but as a man determined to carve his name into legend. With no wealth, no title, and no army, Eirik must fight for every scrap of respect. He learns the ways of the sword, the art of leadership, and the brutal truths of Viking warfare. From defending his village to leading daring raids across foreign shores, each victory brings him closer to his goal. But every triumph comes at a cost, and the blood spilled on his path threatens to consume him. Through fierce battles, hard-won alliances, and bitter rivalries, Eirik’s name begins to echo across the North. From a raider with a ragtag crew to an ambitious leader of men, his rise is unstoppable. Yet the gods are fickle, and not all who seek the throne survive to claim it. With the seas calling and the crown of the Vikings within reach, Eirik must face not only his enemies but the demons within. Will he become a tyrant, feared and hated? Or will he rise as a true king, uniting the clans under his banner? The saga of the farmer’s son has begun. The North will remember the name Eirik the Stormborn.

“Oww…” I winced, lifting my throbbing head before glancing around and as expected the lab was in chaos. There was glass shattered everywhere, sparks fleeing from one place to another and the acrid scent of burning chemicals filled the air. Flames licked at the countertops, but what made my stomach drop was the gas spilling from a ruptured pipe. Crap. No one needed to tell me. I already knew it was toxic. The faint greenish tinge to the air, the sharp sting in my nose. It was more than toxic….it was deadly. And spreading fast and I couldn’t help but wonder what would have caused such an explosion. I tried to push myself up, but pain shot through my ankle, forcing me back down. I bit back a scream. “Dammit!” I cursed. That’s when I saw him. Liam. He was standing near the exit, scanning the chaos with an unnerving calmness and it was obvious he hadn’t seen me yet. Why the hell did he always have to be everywhere? He was already annoying enough. Ugh. I held back an eye roll. I tried my best to get up again but it was completely useless. I had sprained my ankle and there was no one around to help me…except him of course. Even if I wanted to yell for help, I’m sure the students left would be running towards the exit by now. So I didn’t have a choice but to ask him for help…apparently my only other option was dying and I couldn’t afford that. “Liam!” I choked out, coughing against the gas as it seeped closer. His head snapped in my direction. His eyes locked on mine, and for a moment, I thought he’d help. Instead, his expression hardened. He turned toward the door, ready to leave. God. He really was an asshole. “Wait!” I shouted, my voice cracking. “Help me! Please!” He paused, barely glancing over his shoulder. “I’m sorry, do I know you?” His voice was cold, detached and heavy with sarcasm. I gritted my teeth. My head throbbed, and the gas was making my vision blur, but I forced the words out. “We have classes together. Or have you forgotten the girl who was paired up with you in chemistry today…and do you even need to know someone to help them out?” I snapped. His gaze lingered on me for another second before he turned to leave and then I knew I had no choice. “If you don’t help me, I’ll tell everyone your secret.” My words made him turn. His dark eyes narrowed as he strode closer, towering over me. I had been holding it in for too long. It was high time I let it out. “My secret?” His tone was mocking. “Your fall must’ve really messed with your head, four eyes. Now you think a bluff is going to make me help you?” “It’s not a bluff,” I snapped, coughing violently. “I know who you really are, Alex.” His entire body stiffened. “Care to repeat that?” His voice was low, dangerous. I sucked in a shaky breath, the gas burning my lungs. “I know this identity of yours is just a cover, Alex Bronson.” I drawled. “So if you know what’s good for you, stop questioning me like a fool and help me dammit.” ~~~~~~~~ Eleanor is a 23-year old woman who was involved in a car accident on her way to her interview. Unfortunately she doesn't make it and assumes she's going to find herself in the afterlife but instead finds herself in the body of a college student named Theodora. And this college student happens to be a side character in one of the books she read in her past life. Having found herself in this body, she decides to find out why she's there and try to return to her old world. On her quest for answers she realizes she has to play her part as Theadora in this world which however lands her in a lot of problems.

The world is rotting. Corruption Objects-twisted abominations from the Counterside Dimension-spill into reality, consuming everything in their path. The last line of defense? The Counters. Elite warriors trained to fight, survive, and die in a war humanity refuses to acknowledge. At the heart of it all is Kun, a reckless, unpredictable fighter wielding the abyss itself as a weapon. His brother, Suho, cold, calculating, and burdened with a secret that could shatter everything. They arrive at Counters Academy, a training ground where more than half of recruits never return from their first mission. Survival is a luxury. Betrayal is inevitable. And something darker lurks beneath the academy's walls. From the feared Abyss Squad to the elite Fenrir Squad, from rival assassins to Counter Hunters, Kun and Suho's squad, Oblivion, is caught in the eye of the storm. Why does the Administration fear them? Why is the world watching them? And what the hell is Kun really becoming? This is not just a war. This is annihilation. And when the dust settles, one question remains: Who will still be standing?

Ama-Ogbo, a land once ruled by tradition and wisdom, falls into chaos when Seiowei seizes power by force. The rightful king is yet to be crowned, but Seiowei declares himself ruler, silencing all who oppose him. He spills blood, imprisons dissenters, and crushes resistance with an iron fist. The kingmakers refuse to recognize him. The people whisper in fear. Yet, he sits on the throne, a ruler without a crown. As rebellion brews in the shadows, a question lingers—how long can a man rule a kingdom that refuses to call him king?

She Thought College Was a New Beginning She Was Dead Wrong. Irene Blair had everything Friends, Romance, Freedom, a future at Weiss University. Life was simple. Normal. Until one reckless driver destroyed it all. When her best friend Hailey is about to die, Irene doesn’t hesitate—she takes the hit instead. Steel twists. Bones shatter. Blood spills. Rushed to the hospital, barely clinging to life, she fights to stay. She loses. Irene Blair dies. That should have been the end. But an hour later, the impossible happens. A blinding celestial light engulfs her. Wounds vanish. Bones mend. Her heart beats again. She’s alive. But she’s not the same. Half her soul belongs to Heaven. A power so rare, so dangerous, even Heaven hid it from the world. Now? Everyone knows. Heaven. Hell. Creatures beyond mortal comprehension. They feel it—the surge of divine energy, the awakening of something that should never exist. And now, they’re coming. Some want her power. Some want her dead. And those who would fight for her? They may not be enough. Irene’s sacrifice should have saved Hailey. Instead, it dragged her into the chaos. Now, no one in Irene’s life is safe. Her only hope? David Russell. Infuriating. Arrogant. And just like her a half-angel caught in a war beyond human understanding. He knows what she is. He knows what’s coming. He’s the only one who can help her survive. But she doesn’t have to like him. Yet none of it will matter if she can’t figure out who she is, what she’s becoming… and the fate she and David are destined to face. She thought college was a fresh start. She never expected it to be the first battleground of the apocalypse.

They call her the lost Luna. She doesn’t remember her name. She doesn’t remember her past. All she knows is the name pounding in her chest—Killian. But when she finds him, he doesn’t welcome her with open arms. He rejects her. And yet… the bond refuses to break. Killian Drake, Alpha King of the Silvercrest Pack, is a man of war. Ruthless. Unforgiving. When a strange woman shows up claiming to know him, he doesn’t hesitate—she’s a threat. A liar. A danger to his kingdom. But why does his wolf refuse to let her go? As whispers spread and blood spills, Selene’s past begins to unravel, revealing a truth more terrifying than either of them expected. She’s not just his mate. She’s the key to a war that started long before she was born. The kingdom wants her dead. The enemy wants her captured. And Killian? He doesn’t know whether to protect her—or destroy her before she destroys him.

Kane staggered through the smoldering ruins of his kingdom, his vision swimming with blood and sweat. Every muscle screamed in protest, every step faltered, but the pain was a distant echo compared to the void in his chest. The imperial prince had razed it all—the palace, the people, everything Kane had ever known. His father’s stern voice, his mother’s gentle touch, the warriors who had once sworn to protect them—all silenced, their dying cries still ringing in his ears. But there was one person he couldn’t let go of. “Julia…” His voice rasped, barely audible over the crackling flames. His heart thudded unevenly as he lurched across the battlefield, the air thick with the stench of death. His sister had been his beacon in this crumbling world, the only one who saw strength in him despite his failings. He clung to a fragile hope that she might still be alive. That hope shattered when he found her. By the lake’s edge, where the water mirrored the flickering flames, Julia lay motionless on the cold earth. Kane’s breath caught, his legs giving out as he dropped to his knees beside her. Her golden hair, once radiant, was tangled with dirt and blood. Her pale skin was marred with bruises, her body exposed—stripped of the dignity she’d carried so effortlessly in life. The imperial prince hadn’t just taken her life; he’d handed her to his soldiers like a trophy, a final cruelty that twisted Kane’s grief into rage. “No… no…” His voice cracked, tears spilling down his ash-streaked face. With trembling hands, he tore off his own tattered shirt—the last remnant of the prince he’d once been. It wasn’t much, but he couldn’t leave her like this. Gently, he draped the fabric over her fragile form, shielding her from the world that had betrayed her. His fingers lingered on the cloth, as if he could somehow give her back the peace she deserved. “I’m sorry, Julia,” he whispered, his throat tight with sobs. “I wasn’t strong enough to protect you…” Guilt gnawed at him, sharper than the wounds seeping through his torn clothes. He had failed her, failed them all—his family, his kingdom, himself. What was left for him now? Ignoring the fire in his limbs, Kane clawed at the dirt with his bare hands, digging a shallow grave. Each handful of earth sent jolts of pain through his battered body, but he welcomed it. She deserved more than this—a proper burial, a monument—but this was all he could offer. As he laid her inside and covered her with soil, his vision blurred, his strength fading. His injuries were too deep, the vial of salve in his pocket too meager to save him. It could dull the pain, perhaps, but he didn’t want that. He didn’t deserve it. When the grave was finished, Kane collapsed beside it, his chest heaving with shallow breaths. Death hovered close, and he was ready to let it take him. Then, a glint of gold caught his eye. Something plumm

"How many more will fall until you finally fill your greed?" "..." "How much more blood will you spill until you are satisfied" "Honestly I don't know..." The main antagonist, the air that the hero breathes and hates also the air that the hero cannot exist without that was who I had been become. There's just a little bit of clarification I need... Why the hell am I a Villain that's supposed to exist hundred years ago? and how the hell is he still 16 after 100 years?!

“Why didn’t you tell me?” “Tell you what, Richard? What would you have done?” “I don’t know. Apologized sooner? Bought you a burger to make up for it?” Her eyes lit up with fire, “You think what you did to me… you think a burger can make up for it?” her eyes twinkled like she was fighting tears. Did I hurt her that badly? I was just a foolish teenager. “Nita, I am sorry. I was young, I was stupid. I wish I could take it all back and tell you how I feel instead of being a constant jerk to gain your attention.” “How did you feel that would justify what you did to me?” I paused for a minute, finding the words. “I had a huge crush on you at the time. And I didn’t know how to express myself. I was full of myself, I was the school’s ladies' man and the one girl I had eyes for didn’t even care if I existed,”  “And that justified what you did to me? Richard, you broke me. I can forgive you for ‘accidentally’ spilling your ice cream on me, or throwing my due assignment in the toilet, or the gum in my hair, or the glue in my chair but tell me how can I forgive you for what you did that night? Tell me!” “What night? Nita, what are you talking about?” “Remember when you asked me if I knew who sexually assaulted me?” I nodded, but what does that have to do with anything?  The more we spoke, the more confused I became. “You did and I cannot believe that you would stand there and pretend like it didn’t happen!” Nita has spent years trying to forget the torment she endured at the hands of Richard. When her family’s financial ruin forces her into an arranged marriage, she is horrified to find out the groom himself was her bully. Richard, a charming and successful businessman meets the first woman to be repulsed by him. Intrigued, he proposes a deal of a one year marriage of convenience. Navigating life as a couple, old wounds reopen, buried memories surface. As Richard learns more about his wife, he finds that he has enemies that followed him from his past to continuously cloud his wife’s judgement. Will Nita believe the truth and bury old wounds or will the pain of the past prove too strong to heal?

The Cost of Her Smile Krish is a man of loyalty, bound to a ruthless gangster, Dravid. Cold, disciplined, and deadly, he never questioned his place in the underworld—until Aarohi entered his life. She was never meant to be his. She belonged to Dravid, trapped in a world she despised, her heart yearning for another man. When Krish discovers her secret love, his loyalty is put to the test. A single act of rage shatters everything, forcing him to confront emotions he never dared to feel. His love for Aarohi is dangerous, forbidden, and one-sided. He knows the cost of defying Dravid is death, yet he can’t turn away. As betrayal looms and blood is spilled, Krish must make an impossible choice—fight for a love that was never his or protect her at the cost of his own life. Because in his world, love isn’t a fairytale. It’s a death sentence.

"In this apocalyptic New York, a can of SPAM might be worth more than gold." Imagine "The Walking Dead" meets "The Wolf of Wall Street" with a dash of "Doomsday Preppers" absurdity — welcome to New York City, 2030, a megalopolis struck by the collapse of social order. Cyrus Greene should have been just another office worker. But when the entire U.S. government mysteriously vanishes and the social fabric crumbles, his life takes an unexpected turn. No police, no government, no order... but for Cyrus, this chaos becomes his greatest opportunity. In this new world: - A can of SPAM buys you a week of shelter - A box of canned goods is worth a car - A pack of instant coffee can purchase vital intelligence - A bottle of clean water is more precious than diamonds But Cyrus isn't just surviving — he's thriving. Armed with his unique business acumen and surprising negotiation skills, he begins hoarding and trading survival supplies that have become priceless in this post-apocalyptic world. From convenience store canned goods to pharmacy first-aid kits to supermarket warehouse stockpiles, he builds his commercial empire in this wasteland. Along the way, he meets his match in a brilliant female powerhouse and an unexpected "sidekick" who becomes invaluable to his operation. If you enjoy: - Post-apocalyptic survival stories - Witty and clever protagonists - Unique business mindsets - Strategic negotiations and power plays - And a dash of blush-worthy romance Then this book is definitely for you. Warning: This isn't your typical post-apocalyptic tale. There are no zombies, no alien invasions — just a raw examination of human nature, and a compelling story about finding order in chaos and hope in despair. "In this world, the most dangerous thing isn't hunger or cold — it's the human heart. But paradoxically, it's also the warmest thing we have left."

[DING!] [Congratulations, APOLLYON. You have unlocked the Infernal System!] [NAME: Israfel BlüdThïrste.] [FACTION: DEMON ¢ RANK A.] [DING!] [You have ascended to the realms of man.] [CITY: The medieval Empire of Eldoria.] [ALL HAIL THE BURNING ONE!] [CONQUEST: Level Up to NINTH INFERNAL CIRCLE.] [The battle for DOMINION begins.] [SYSTEM has graciously provided the most delicious and bosomy babes to compete for MC.] [ADDITIONAL TAGS: Ruthless MC – NSFW – BDSM – Cosplay – MILF – War Crimes – Unholy Trinities – Hybrids – BDE – Smut – EVOLUTION – Succubus – Slaves – Yandere – Ascension – Gore – ADULT CONTENT AND LANGUAGE – Anal – Dominant MC – Hentai – Lust – Demon – Extreme violence – R18 – Faceslap – Fistfights – Bestiality – Bloodsport – Exorcism – LOLITA – Brutal MC – Magic – UNDERWORLD – Politics – Demonology – Necromancer – Old Gods – Fae – Sword and Sorcery – System – Hardcore – Mermaid – Cat girls – Dragon girls – DARK – Vulgar – Epic battle – Hell Ranking – Fallen Angels – DOMINIONS – Incest – Dungeon – Leveling up – Cold MC – Sibling Lust – Taboo sex stories – MONSTER GIRLS – Debauchery – Utter fuckery – Demented SC – MANA – Invulnerable MC – Elf – Vampire – Demoness – MATURE – Murder – Psychopaths – Luciferan Bloodlines – Corruption of virtue – Chivalry – Villainy – Death – LEGION – Clashing armies – Weapons system – Resurrection.] [WARNING: This book features detailed descriptions of female humiliation, hardcore sex and depravity. There is a guaranteed Adult Chapter one out of every five. NOT FOR CHILDREN! NOT FOR SOFT HEARTS!] • FULL BLURB Israfel BlüdThïrste was born in Hel. He has lived in it all eighteen years of his life. As seventh in the bloodline of the Morningstar himself, Rafel has had a pretty fucking great life. There's spilled blood in excess. Violence to choke the gray skies. Abundant sex—depraved and hardcore. And more blood. Everything a Prince of the Abyss could desire. But Rafel has heard stories, of the world above. The world of the weak mortals whose damned souls fall endlessly through the red skies of his, to meet with perpetual torture. Stories of their fine carriages and legendary kings. Their golden sun and green earth. But mostly, their virgin women. He wishes to see it for himself. And so, when a lucky gambit with his dear Aunt, Lilith, opens up a way for him to explore the surface, Rafel hops to it. The deal is a hundred years before he has to return to his duties as Hell's Apollyon. Accompanied by his new slave, a voluptuous horned Succubus, Rafel journeys to the mortal realm, entering into the mythical lands of Eldoria as the enigmatic Earl of Emberfall, a haunted estate. But Rafel intends to rise, into the very courts of the Eldorian Queen. At least before his time runs out. And if corrupting, blackmailing, fucking, and murdering a few mortals gets in his way, so be it. This is until the haloed mess of Ravenna de Vries ends up on the grand steps of his Manor, soaking wet with a blood debt hanging over her head. Israfel had seen many beautiful women in his time, but somehow the little mortal girl is sufficient to make him rethink his gambit. Ravenna is owed to a powerful Hell Principality. And though Rafel convinces himself that building up his power ranking is solely selfish, it also has to do with going up against an ancient adversary from his home who is certain to appear just about anytime to collect what he is owed—Ravenna. She is not his responsibility, but why does Rafel feel exactly that whenever he looks at her? And suddenly for this Immortal, a hundred years is not enough to fall in love.

Update: Mon, Wed, and Fri [Very Mature and Explicit Content] Amongst the battlefield of death and destruction, a lone warrior, her body ravaged by bone charring burns. Spirits of the recently dead drifted aimlessly, and hungry Burburus devoured both souls and body, sparing only the living and strong-willed. Yet, she found herself fixated on the Demon Lord, Ose, and the fact she is convinced he is in love with her. ... A vile smell rose from the brimstone red of blood and entrails that spilled from allies, foes, and those that were supposed to be protected. Hundreds of bodies blanketed the landscape of debris that was once a great city, wails and cries of the dying were heard over the strong winds, their hands wet as they tried to hold their own life in their wounds. If only she had more training to assist with their injuries, in the knighthood she was groomed for solely combat. The spirits of the recently dead roamed aimlessly, not yet aware they were dead and that they would meet true nonexistence if they were not to seek shelter from the real horror to come. A sense in Yin energy was coming from the vast distance, but she was distracted by the smell and sight of a battle that was truly ungodly; fitting for battles between there armies led by Demons. Above, she could see the sunlight having its own battle with thick clouds that were a profane-black with only a little light caressing her skin, deep as rich earth. The lack of sunlight only made her colder, and fortunately for her more impassive to her surroundings, or that could also be because of the fact that a large part of her body weren't charred until her bones were blackened. Her skin was covered in the soot of the nerves and flesh of her right arm, shoulder, and parts of her torso that were completely disintegrated. "Dammit, Ose," she thought bitterly, her frustration boiling within with each sharp breathe in her chest. "If it wasn't for your ridiculous obsession with me, I wouldn't be here--suffering in hell and then some." Ever since he first laid his eyes on her, she was convinced the Demon Lord had secretly fallen in love with her. The threaded sigil of his eyes that seemed to hold the magic of the aurora lights remained visible on the back of her uniform, though her body was barely there. In the name of her tormentor, the 'Great' Demon Lord Ose, she walked towards the edge of the battlefield.

At Wolfsbane Hollow, blood was spilled, and vengeance was born. In a battle that left an entire rival pack in ruins, only one lone wolf survived—driven by an unquenchable thirst for revenge. The war was ignited by Revanna, a captive turned queen of the Hollow Pack, her fate binding the werewolves to a cycle of bloodshed. Years later, an expedition of researchers, blind to the warnings of the old, ventured into the enchanted forest, a place teeming with supernatural horrors. Only one escaped, but under the light of the full moon, he became something neither man nor wolf—a cursed being bent on survival. Meanwhile, Princess Tessy, a fearless adventurer, wanders into the forbidden forest and is captured by the Hollow Pack’s warrior, Elias. When the Alpha of the Hollow Pack falls in love with her, a dangerous line is crossed. Their love is forbidden, their fate inescapable. But as past secrets surface, the divide between humans and werewolves begins to blur, and a storm of revenge, sacrifice, and destiny looms over them all. As the annual Werewolf Gala approaches—a night of blood oaths, power shifts, and ancient rites—Elias must face his greatest challenge yet. Will the Hollow Pack stand united, or will betrayal and vengeance tear them apart? And when love battles destiny, who will survive the night?

Yuna who think that she will find herself in the afterlife after being hit by a speeding car found herself in a situation where she has to go through various scenario from 'Writing prompts' that her friend love scrolling. To go through various world or scenario without losing her sense of Self, Yuna decisively choose to preserve her sense of self, agreeing to any penalty she may faced. 'What's the worst thing that can happen?' She already goes through a horrible death isn't she not? Yuna light heartedly brush off the so called penalty. Of course if she know the content of the penalty, she may not hastily agree but what can she do? the milk is already spill. Penalty for preserving her sense of self: [Penalty#1 Being constantly drag in the centre of the storm Penalty #2 attracting the potential yandere in every scenario] Yuna who found herself in the centre of 'Chaotic' attention she try to vehemently avoid : Haha Yuna who found herself having to deal with Yandere from left and right, above and below : Haha Yuna who was so tired, wanting to burst into tears dealing with all sorts of up and down in every scenario look up at the sky and flip her middle finger beautifully before cursing "Fuck This, Fuck That, Fuck Everything"

"What emotions are you feeling? Are you Sad? Angry? Guilty? Are you holding a grudge? Are you filled with resentment?" "Spill it all out, lay out all your frustrations on me." "And I will promise you..." "Promise you an eternal and peaceful rest." Gifted with a curse to see the deceased. A family in both lives that are able to do the same. The previous life was cruel enough, the new one is much crueller. People will resent me in the future, but that is fine. How? Well... Because in the end, I will be better, I will become better. They said mages like me are the worst thing known to mankind. however unlike the predecessors that built up such a bad reputation, I on the other hand will do differently. I will not be consumed by greed or power, I will move and strive for my goal. one step at a time. Gain the loyalty if the dead. ·········· "Maybe weekly isn't my thing, I'll just try monthly then!" — Kuu_San413

In a city called Dunmore, where a weakened dome stands between its people and bloodthirsty demons, Aric, a young, defiant fighter who believes in equality, is part of its Vanguard: fearless soldiers that keep the demons at bay. When the crystal holding their dome—a remnant of the goddess Ilona—suddenly fails and throws the city into chaos, he’s among the brave ones sent beyond the walls to chase a shard of the Aetherion, a sentient energy that could save or destroy them, pulling him into a treacherous wasteland where survival is always beyond reach. The flawed gods resurface, their inevitable end drawing near, scheming and weaving promises to manipulate oblivious mortals into their power plays. But gods and men don't mix easy, and alliances tend to fray, turning friends to foe in a heartbeat as blood of both mortals and divine beings are spilled. Out there, Aric finds the enemies closer than anticipated, truths in his blood he never wanted, and each ally he makes, becoming casualties of enemies he can’t outrun due to the power hidden in him. And as the realms are on the brink of annihilation, Aric must face the truth: sometimes, the greatest threats comes from those who have sworn to protect. Loss after loss builds Aric, altering his perception of the world, as he loses his moral tether, transforming from a man to something else. When an Obsidian Rift is about to release an ancient evil from their earthly prison, gods and mortals rally to make one last stand. Will Aric save the realms—or will he be the fire that consumes it all? ******* If you love narratives where the MC becomes the villain and the hero, then this book is for you. ******* Book on hiatus