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Drew Starkey Scream

Bloody Awakening

A world of cultivation. Only the cultivation entails the gluttonous hoarding of resources. In a world where mere humans are meat and another's possessions are coveted by greedy eyes. How will a good-for-nothing survive that environment? The Baron's Bloody Goblet. That was the name given to the blood soaked lands of the valley where a terrible faction of practitioner's resided. The name and thus the infamy of the Bloody Baron and his band of flesh seekers had spread far and wide within the region. One could even hear the screams of his cattle throughout the nearby lands, the constant screams. The never-ending screams. The fort of the Baron was carved into a large crater with an immense castle spreading over the roof of the open structure as if it had been nestled on top by the Gods themselves. Inside the crater was filled with a blood so viscous that it might be more fitting to call it 'molten'. Dotted about the sheer cliffs of the crater were small hovels. Holes in the dirt that housed his preferred meats. There they grew, fattened up for their eventual slaughter. The Bloody Baron is a heartless, unforgiving and cruel lord that rules over his pedestal of corpses with a meaty fist. Will his empire last with the addition of a foreign element? When a good-for-nothing is given control of his body in a mere instant, will the meat topple over like a stack of dominoes? Or will he continue in his predecessor's place and make use of every body in his possession? --- Tags: Cultivation, Transmigration Fantasy, Male lead Schedule: New chapter daily Chapter length: 1000 - 1500 words The main lead: He is an incredibly troubled person who has many defective traits. Perhaps being sent to a different world will alter this...
Shir0249 · 2.7K Views

Zetulah: Queen of wolves

This isn’t a fairy tale. No heroes. No lessons. Zetulah Viridian isn’t a savior. She’s the part of you that knows kindness gets you killed. And her story? It’s the question you’ve been swallowing since life first kicked your teeth in: How much worse would you burn the world to make it hurt like you do? Zetulah is just a woman with blood in her teeth and a knife, asking: How much of your soul would you sell to watch your enemies bleed? Before wolves ruled the world, war did. Four dynasties carved the realm of Varkathis apart like a carcass. Their war is no longer about thrones—it’s about erasing each other from history. For centuries, four houses ruled through brutality and broken vows: House Emberclaw (South): Flame-lit conquerors with eyes like smoldering coals. They leave only ash and children's bones behind. House Viridian (West): Healers turned hunted, their once-bright green eyes—symbols of hope, and nature—now dimmed to murky moss. Targets for slaughter. House Azzuri (North): Ice-hearted titans with gazes bluer than glacial crevices. They would let their own blood freeze before breaking an oath. House Moriba (East): Puppeteers with golden eyes that flicker like gilded lies. Stare too long, and you’ll wake up throat-cut with your own dagger. —-------- Zetulah Viridian doesn’t scream when her brother dies. She counts the seconds until his fingers go cold, the Emberclaw dagger still jutting from his throat. They don’t let her bury him. Instead, they nail Fenrik’s corpse to her family’s gates—a scroll stuffed between his teeth: “Let the last Viridian choke on her brother’s rot.” They take her title. Her home. Even her pride—carving the Emberclaw sigil into her land as a warning to survivors. But rage? Rage is the one thing they can’t carve out. Zetulah isn’t fighting for a crown. She’s fighting to keep her tongue, her liver, her green eyes from becoming Emberclaw trophies. To survive, she kneels to the boy whose family murdered her brother— Prince Kaelith Emberclaw, whose crimson gaze burns like a forge even as he bandages her wounds with surgeon’s hands, that has snapped more necks than healed them. Every time he laughs—warm and bright, nothing like the Emberclaw pyres she’s cursed—she forgets, just for a heartbeat, that she needs to kill him. War horns sound. Now, Zetulah must choose: Lead her surviving kin into the hellmouth of battle, or light the match that burns every house—hers included—to cinders. Because in the realm of Varkathis ? Mercy is the lie you tell while sharpening your blade. Power is the scream that haunts your enemies’ sleep. And Zetulah? “She’s learned how to make the world scream with her.” "You won’t like Zetulah. You’ll recognize her—the part of you that knows mercy gets you killed." Here’s what they don’t tell you about vengeance: It doesn’t heal. It addicts. You won’t love this story. You’ll hate how much you need to finish it.
Ajala_Ayomiposi · 13K Views

BETIAS THE SUPERNATURAL ACADEMY

Life as the daughter of one of the most feared vampires in the supernatural world should come with perks. Power, wealth, status—I had it all. But all I ever wanted was to be normal. To blend in. To live without my father’s name hanging over my head like a guillotine. So when the chance to attend Betias Academy appeared, I took it. A school filled with supernatural elites—werewolves, vampires, shifters—I figured I could finally disappear into the chaos. No bodyguards breathing down my neck, no constant reminders of the family legacy I never asked for. I wanted normal. I craved boring. Instead, I woke up on my first night with a dead body on my floor. Drew, the only other human in my dorm, murdered. His blood soaking my carpet. No memory of what happened. No alibi. No clue who set me up. And in a school where humans are seen as disposable, I know exactly what’s coming. Not an investigation. Not a trial. Just an execution. Enter Ava—mysterious, sharp-tongued, and way too good at cleaning up crime scenes. She’s the only one willing to help me, but she’s hiding secrets of her own. Together, we have two choices: solve this murder before the Academy buries it—or end up buried ourselves. The deeper we dig, the darker the truth becomes. Someone wanted Drew dead. Someone wanted me to take the fall. And worse—someone is playing a game far more dangerous than I ever realized. Now, I have to survive Bestias Academy long enough to find the real killer. But in a school full of monsters, how do you prove your innocence when everyone already sees you as prey? Prepare for a thrilling ride of sharp wit, deadly secrets, and dangerously hot wolf shifters in this supernatural academy mystery.
Oliviawriter · 1.2K Views
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