Stomach Deformation

Being the only human in a school full of supernatural beings is hard. But being fated to the son of the Alpha your father killed? That’s a death sentence. ******** Carnemore Academy was never meant for someone like Claire: the daughter of a head hunter who used to kill supernaturals in the past. But when the peace treaty between hunters and supernaturals start to crack, she’s sent straight to the heart of danger— a school where everyone hates her and wants her dead. No one despises her more than Zane Wolfe Ravenscroft, her mate and the son of the Alpha her father murdered. And then there’s Caius Valerius, a vampire prince who should hate her just as much, only he doesn’t. And Lorien Feyrune, the Fae prince with a shattered heart and dangerous obsession. As Claire navigates the dangers of Carnemore and her complex relationships, more secrets about her father is revealed. Now, she must choose. Duty or desire? Family or fate? Love or survival? Because in Carnemore, secrets are deadlier than silver bullets. And some bonds were never meant to be broken. ************* Claire barely had time to catch her breath before Zane was in front of her, his golden eyes locked onto hers like a predator closing in on its prey. “Why are you all over the place with Caius?” He asked. Claire crossed her arms, forcing herself to hold his gaze. “Because he’s my friend,” she said, though the moment the words left her lips, she saw the way Zane’s jaw tensed. “Friend?” He took a step closer, the space between them shrinking to nothing. She swallowed. “Why do you care?” His lips curled into something that wasn’t quite a smile. “You can’t have friends.” Claire’s breath hitched. “Why?” Zane leaned in, his voice a whisper against her skin. “Because you’re mine.” Her stomach flipped, her nails digging into her palms. “You rejected me,” she reminded him, her throat tightening around the words. “You didn’t want me, remember?” “That doesn’t change anything.” Her heart pounded. “It changes everything.” He reached up, brushing his fingers against her jaw, tilting her chin so she couldn’t look away. “You don’t get it, do you?” His voice was softer now, but no less dangerous. “You’re my toy, Claire.” His thumb grazed her bottom lip, sending a shiver down her spine. “And I’m the only one who gets to play with you.” ************ This book is rated 18+. Fantasy Romance Morally Grey ML Smut Bullying Violence No Reverse Harem

Ethan's head throbbed violently as he opened his eyes, his vision hazy and unfocused. A dull ringing filled his ears, drowning out his thoughts. "What’s happening…?" he thought, his mind sluggish, struggling to catch up with reality. One moment, he was asleep—or at least, he thought he was—and the next, searing pain forced him awake. His vision swam, shapes blurring together in a disorienting mess. But then, muffled noises filtered through the haze—frantic, panicked sounds. Someone was trying to scream, their voice smothered, choked by something. A cold shiver ran down his spine. As his sight gradually sharpened, Ethan's breath hitched. He was on all fours, looming over someone. A girl. Her body twisted and writhed beneath him, ropes biting into her wrists and ankles. Her mouth was gagged, muffling her cries. Her wide brown eyes, brimming with fear and fury, glared up at him. Ethan's body locked in place, his blood running cold. "What the…?" His mind reeled, thoughts slamming into each other in chaotic disarray. "What kind of bizarre dream is this?" Panic clawed at his chest. His breath came in ragged, uneven gasps as he scrambled backward, only to realize his limbs felt sluggish, uncooperative, like they didn’t belong to him. "Is this… is this some kind of twisted fantasy I never knew I had?" A sickening thought slithered through his mind, making his stomach churn. The girl's frantic squirming slowed for a moment, her gaze flickering with confusion as she took in his expression—his trembling hands, his wide, horrified eyes. But the fear returned just as quickly. She struggled harder, her body arching, her muffled screams rising in pitch. Ethan wanted to speak, to say something, anything, but before he could force out a word, a glowing blue window materialized before his eyes. His breath caught. A translucent, hovering screen? "What…?" Lines of glowing text scrolled across its surface. --- [System Activated…] [Host Confirmed.] [Simulating Previous Data…] Ethan wakes up in a mysterious world, bound by a curse that clouds his judgment and forces him into choices he never wanted to make. Struggling with guilt and responsibility, he must navigate the consequences of his actions while uncovering the truth behind the curse and his place in this strange new reality.

The clock ticked past midnight, each second echoing like a hammer in the hollow silence of the apartment. Rain lashed against the windows, the storm outside mirroring the tempest brewing in Emily’s chest. She sat rigid on the couch, her fingers digging into the upholstery, eyes fixed on the door. David’s keys jingled in the lock, his laughter—warm and carefree—seeping through the wood before he did. He stumbled in, tie askew, the sharp tang of bourbon on his breath. But it wasn’t the alcohol that made her stomach churn. It was the cloying sweetness of jasmine perfume clinging to his collar—a scent that didn’t belong to her. “Where have you been?” Emily’s voice trembled, though she’d rehearsed the question a hundred times in her head. David froze, his smile dissolving. “Work ran late. You know how it is.” “Work ends at six, David. It’s *midnight*.” She stood, her legs unsteady. “And since when do you wear lipstick to the office?” His hand flew to the smudge of crimson on his white sleeve—a shade too bold, too *alive* for the muted tones of their marriage. His face hardened. “You’re imagining things.” “Am I?” She stepped closer, the jasmine scent now suffocating. “Or is it *Jane* from accounting? The one who ‘just needs your help’ every time I call?” His laugh was a cold blade. “You’re paranoid. Always picking fights—” “Paranoid?” Her voice cracked. “You haven’t touched me in months! You come home smelling like *her*, lying to my face—” “Enough!” He slammed his fist on the table, a vase rattling. “I’m tired of your nagging! What do you even do all day? Sit here and wait to accuse me?” The words struck deeper than any slap. Emily’s breath hitched. “I gave up my career for you. For *us*—” “Us?” He sneered. “There *is* no ‘us.’ Just you, digging through my things like a desperate—” She didn’t see his hand move. The crack of his palm against her cheek split the air, her head snapping sideways. She stumbled, clutching the wall as the taste of copper bloomed on her tongue. David loomed over her, his eyes wild, foreign. “You… you pushed me to this,” he hissed, grabbing his coat. “Clean yourself up. You’re pathetic.” The door slammed. Emily slid to the floor, tears mingling with the blood on her lip. Outside, thunder roared. But beneath the pain, a spark ignited—a flicker of defiance. Her gaze landed on the shattered vase, its jagged pieces glinting in the lamplight. *Pathetic.* The word echoed, twisting into a vow. She would rise. Not for him. Not for “us.” But to make him regret the day he underestimated the woman he’d reduced to ashes. -**Chapter One: The Scent of Betrayal (Continued)** The air hung thick with venom. David’s chest heaved, his earlier bravado fraying at the edges. Emily wiped her bleeding lip with the back of her hand, her eyes blazing. “You think Jane *wants* you?” she spat, her voice a razor. “Or does she just pity the man who needs to steal confidence from a bottle and affairs to feel alive?” David’s jaw twitched. “Shut up.” “Why? Because it’s true?” She laughed, cold and sharp. “You’re a cliché, David. A middle-aged fraud in a tailored suit. Even your *precious* promotion—did you earn it, or did you cry your way into it like you did when your father called you a disappointment?” He lunged forward, but she sidestepped, her words relentless. “Jane must be desperate. Or blind. Tell me, does she know you couldn’t even—” “I said *shut up*!” he roared, his composure crumbling. “Couldn’t even *what*?” she taunted, stepping closer. “Finish a sentence? A marriage? Or is that why you’re so bad in—” The slap exploded like a gunshot. Emily’s head whipped sideways, her body crumpling to the floor. The world blurred—a kaleidoscope of shattered glass and spinning shadows. Her cheek burned, but worse was the silence that followed, broken only by her shaky breaths.

“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.

'Kill monsters, eat meat' 'I mean, Kill monsters, save lives. Got it.' 'Tut, I could've sworn that the first one sounded better.' She wasn't a girl looking for freedom or self-righteous liberation by a hero, or whatever shit a girl who suffered for almost all her life would crave. -the shit of a life she was living was horrible, but it was bearable, and so she got used to it. Rather, instead of freedom, what this little missy wanted was money. Lots and lots of them so she never has to worry about the next day. Money - bountiful enough that when she has to spend, she doesn't need to look back or calculate her assets to see how much she has left. Money - bountiful enough to get all the fried chicken she could ever dream of. Yeah, you heard it, fried chicken. For those who did not have money to spare leisurely, getting fried chicken was like a pipe dream to them and she had been one of those unfortunate souls. A comfortable roof above her head and no worries as to when she would get ordered around to steal. No worries about when she would get her next meal-- That was her liberation. And she got it. Just that, she got it most absurdly. Awakened! Those were the people ruling the world, alongside beastly and deadly monsters who threatened the safety of average human beings. And those awakened call the shots. Alice never dreamed she would one day be awakened, and compared to others with their game-like system displaying their attributes and strength; she had a full-grown man whom only she could hear, watching her back at every turn and telling her what to do. He was kinda a pain in the ass but she couldn't complain. It was this gift he had bestowed on her that made her the most powerful Awakened there was with stats that even S-class awakeneds couldn't compare to. She was the boss, now. Mwa-hahahahaha. But life didn't go as easy and leisurely as she planned. With great power comes great responsibility, right? Well, in her case with great power comes great hunger. She couldn't go a moment without getting hungry and her stomach had become a bottomless pit. And to get food, she needed money, and to get money, she had to hunt monsters. The monsters plagued humanity, causing catastrophes and taking lives mercilessly. Those monsters, as scary as they may be, were her target and she had to face them head-on. The bigger the monsters the more money she would gain. Yeah, that was the plan, but... This guy acting as her system seemed to have other plans, putting her at the forefront of 'justice' and having her clean the mess he somewhat created. 'Ugh, I can already sense a shadow of foreboding. Someone, please tell me I'm not acting the main character role. I just want to eat, okay?'

“She’ll make a fine doppelgänger for my daughter. She can pass as the fake princess. Well done, Dimitri.” The king's words hit Fiona like a physical blow, shattering the illusion of a fairytale. The ballroom, once a place of glittering dreams, now felt like a suffocating trap. He’d bought her. Trained her. Used her. All this time, the stolen glances, the whispered promises, the tender touches—it was a lie. A calculated deception. Her gaze, burning with betrayal, locked onto Dimitri’s. How could he? His eyes, usually warm and reassuring, were now cold and distant, fixed on the king with a chilling intensity. A knot of dread tightened in her stomach. Fiona, a young girl, is sold off to Dimitri, a prince who rejected his title, where she is trained to become a doppelgänger to the cursed princess. They’ve never seen face to face, but with the prince from the top kingdom coming to marry his betrothed princess, Fiona and the princess must find a way to break the curse while Fiona pretends to be the princess. When Fiona finds that her parents were involved, she has to uncover the secrets behind her parents death, the princess curse and her role in all of it. But what happens when Fiona falls in love with both Prince Eric and Dimitri, and things don't go according to plan?

Hello! My name is Aman Vasuki. I belong to the Royal Family of Vasuki Clan which is the Clan of Shapeshifting Serpents. Currently, I am working as a caretaker of a human boy named Mei Wei. Why? Because I am going to kill his father…. Aman's life was like a dream. He belonged to the Royal Family of a Clan of Shapeshifting Serpents. He had a loving family, supportive friends and riches of the world. All in all, he lived a dream like life. But one day this dream got shattered… On the night of blood moon, when he was stripped off his powers, four humans ruined him. They took what was most precious to him…. But, now he is back to get his revenge on the very people that snatched his world from him. But why does Mei Wang's son always give him a look which is filled with love? And why does his heart suddenly start feeling calm when he is close to Mei Wei? Excerpt: The cold wind was blowing with a swoosh sound. The area was dead silent despite four people being there and a fifth pair of eyes looking at them. Aman's upper human body was glistening with a little sweat, Meanwhile his lower body was turned into a fiery red snake's. The golden pattern on it shining under the moonlight. In this snake tail, he was holding a trembling human. He was trembling with fear of death. Aman brought him closer and looked at him closely. He turned back, his long red hair blowing with the wind, suddenly he laughed out loud but this laugh was not heartily but bone chilling, "I am so happy to see the fear of death in your eyes, SAGE SAETANG!" He laughed again, "I think this look of fear suits all three of you. You know, when I killed your friend Melvin he was even crying and even begging me to spare him. Unfortunately, death is inevitable. Is it not?" Aman asked Sage, as he brought him closer and rubbed his hair with his hand like a child. He was smiling but his eyes were filled with killing intent. The rub resulted in Sage's scalp becoming numb, he furiously nodded, "of course his pathetic twin brother did not fare any better. I did not get the feeling of originality, you know." Aman pouted, showing his dissatisfaction, "wailing and gaping like a fish out of water. He even offered me that he would give all of his properties to me? But what use could I have of that. This look of fear provides me with much satisfaction than any riches in the world." "And now, now the same look is in your eyes. I bet you can see death standing somewhere. But why are you not pleading? At least cry a little," Aman told Sage whose mouth was still sealed. Cold flashes in his eyes and he started tightening the coiling of his tail around Sage's body, "forget it. Do as you please. After all it's your own death. But don't blame me if Mei Wang cries louder and surpasses you when I kill him." He showed a smile that made Sage's stomach flip, "I can't wait anymore to kill-" "AMAN!!" The shout was loud enough but Aman could even feel the emotions hidden in it, shock, betrayal, disbelief and extreme hurt. His whole demeanour fell on the ground, he also changed back into a complete human. Sage also fell on the hard ground with him. Aman looked up and there he was. Standing in front of him was Mei Wei…. **** How would Mei Wei react? And will their relationship survive this? What did those four people do to destroy Aman's life? Why does he want to take revenge? Is it possible for 4 mere humans to ruin a supernatural being? Or someone entirely unexpected is the mastermind behind? Join me to witness Aman's Tale of Revenge and find out all the answers to all of your questions.... Warning:- This story contains mature scenes; explicit violence, death, rape, male pregnancy and torture. If you are not comfortable or you are underage please stay away. **Although in every mature themed chapter there is a warning and a minor friendly summary available. *the cover photo credit goes to @unlomio on twitter. Thanks @ImagineTishaD for helping me.*

Seraphine, a Luna who was considered a disgrace by her entire pack for having two eye colors, purple and blue, struggled with shapeshifting and was seen as the weakest, a deformed werewolf. Accused of having an affair because she was pregnant with the Alpha, Denver Stormhowl, Seraphine's desperate defense landed her in jail. In a bid to escape, she fell victim to a brutal attack by the Beta, causing her to fall off a cliff and into the cursed forest, Doomwood. Who would have thought? The forest, said to confine anyone who enters it, hiding mysteries and wonders no one ever escapes to tell about. Will Seraphine survive in the cursed forest? What mysterious powers will she gain while trapped there?

When the port of Franik chokes on briny fog thick with the reek of decay, a witcher pierced through the heart by a pitchfork opens eyes that no longer belong to him—Bai Lang, a 21st-century zoologist, now inhabits this scarred body. Hired by a tavern keeper for three silver coins to dredge up a drowned earl’s bastard, he finds a spoon stamped with royal wax in the corpse’s bloated stomach. As fishing nets haul up indigo cloth fragments from the New World, the gallows creaks under the weight of its seventh “witch,” her charred ankles swaying above the harbor. Twelve letters bearing disparate noble crests steer Bai Lang toward a fractured silver sword’s trail: a sarcophagus in a monastery crypt weeps with a banshee’s lament, a cyclops’ birthmark glows upon a fishergirl’s collarbone in rhythm with the tides, and Crusader curses fester as sentient barnacles devouring sailors in a merchant ship’s belly. Yet the deadliest snare lies in the crown prince’s chambers—a unicorn tapestry woven from twelve bastards’ umbilical cords, every thread stitched with the witchers’ vanishing truth. Shrouded sails pierce the North Sea’s fury as the fabled Isle of Witchers emerges from mythic fog. When pyres of burning witches stain the horizon and the Pope’s dagger presses against a laboring mother’s fevered throat, Bai Lang clutches the final shard of silver and understands: the plague ravaging the Old World is no act of God, but a funeral orchestrated by New World capitalists and Old World theocrats. The last witcher’s blade, once plunged into monstrous hearts, must now carve an epitaph for the devils mankind has birthed—and bury an era in its silver grave.

[Congratulations, Terran survivor #99598, for activating the Universe Assistance System!] Althea, along with the remaining 1% of the population of their home planet, stared at the holographic screen in front of them in confusion. Their galaxy was apparently ending, and suddenly announcements from an alien system appeared in their heads, telling them they would be permanently transferred to another world. The survivors were all very depressed. First, they were forced to survive in a zombie apocalypse, and now they had to survive a new world altogether? It just so happened that Althea was one of the few people who got the Lord Token, the ticket to controlling a territory---a supposed safe haven for her people. Althea looked at her very large stomach and sighed at an unknown future. Would she be able to build a good home for her children? And... would she and her husband find each other again? #Apocalypse, #Josei, #Romance, #BeautifulFL, #HandsomeML, #PowerCouple, #Infrastructure, #MagicSpace, #KingdomBuilding, #Adventure, #Pregnancy, #Game Elements, #System #LitRPG ____ Now an E-BOOK~! Please rate, ne? WILL HELP US OUT SOOO MUCHH~! Book 1: AMAZON: https://a.co/d/hy7Rocr GOODREADS: https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/203724162-after-surviving-the-apocalypse-i-built-a-city-in-another-world ____ READERS LOUNGE NOW OPEN~! (Readers ONLY please!) https://discord.gg/w8qKw2yaNK

Nobles. Hunters. Warlocks. Sorcerers. Monsters. Beasts. And Loch, an orphan with a tainted arm, is about to get a perilous crash course on how these mighty creatures weave their webs of power in a world where the supernatural goes hand in hand with science. The world of Aegis is filled with all manner of powerful beings, but these powerful beings didn't start strong; they grew, evolved, and ascended. By twisting the power of the Tainted Aether, the very lifeblood that runs through all things in the world of Aegis, humans have taken a step to rise above their original status as prey and have joined the ranks of the predators. After millennia of fortifying and no small number of sacrifices, Humans have cut a slice of the hazardous lands for themselves, with their ringed cities built on blessed soil and defended by magic and machines, each ruled over by a being so powerful they are title with the name of royalty, Monarch. Some Humans have begun to be born and die without seeing a shadow of the many monstrous existences that used to have a human or two for breakfast. It is in one of these ringed cities where an Orphan born with a common deformity due to Tainted blood is about to learn what it takes to rise above the masses and ascend to the almost mythical level of Monarch. A GRIMDARK story filled with classic sword and magic elements but also a very heavy sprinkling of guts, guns, and glory. Humans can only rise past their limits by hunting the many beasts and monsters that roam the lands of Aegis.

We were a peaceful people living in harmony with nature in the vast lands of Lyréanor, but this peace was short-lived when our people were defeated by the dark elves, an ancient people even older than this world. It is said that they arrived in Lyréanor by boat and since their arrival, chaos has been unleashed. Proud of their obscure power, derived from dark rituals, they have raised gigantic armies of monsters whose name is synonymous with terror: ‘Obscurus’. They went on the rampage, and everywhere they went the grass didn't grow back, life died and disintegrated. Seven, there were seven. The seven dark elves known as the Lords of the Apocalypse. A single gesture from them was enough to strike us all down, a single gesture from one of them was enough to decimate us in blood and terror. And as I, Foster, contemplate the macabre scene before me, the bloodied and deformed bodies of my fellow elfes beings, and as death grips my soul, a strange sign appeared before me. [Ding... Activation of the world tree system] If you'd like to discuss the book, I've set up a Discord server: https://discord.gg/sc4nWZwec2 Hello everyone! I'm the author of this little book, and I'm sorry to take your attention, but I've got a few things to say to you! I'm in the process of creating a new book that's totally different but stays within the theme, so I'll give you the title and synopsis! If you like the story, could you support it? Sincerely yours, your favourite author! Title: Starting out as a slave to dragons. Synopsis: When Isaac opens his eyes, it's not death that awaits him, but a new life... in a world identical to his own, with one exception: portals leading to monster-infested dungeons are appearing across the globe. If their boss isn't defeated in three days, the creatures escape and wreak havoc. In this world, awakened hunters are the only line of defence against these horrors. Graded from F to SS according to their magical power, they rule in a society dominated by force. Isaac wakes up in the body of a young boy of rank F, an orphan with no future. But his destiny changes when he discovers a unique gift: every night, his mind is projected into another world, a nightmare where dragons have enslaved humanity. In this hell, he is just another slave... but he soon realises that this cursed world holds the answers to the future of his own. To survive and prevent history repeating itself, Isaac must move forward. His only hope? A mysterious system that allows him to absorb the strength of monsters. Armed with a katana, he embarks on a race against time to unlock the secrets of these two worlds and prevent the inevitable. Link : https://www.webnovel.com/book/31979275600112705

[Trigger Warning: Mature Content] They say the Silvermoonlight Masquerade changes fates. It did for Lydia Ashford too, but she lost more than she gained. In a world where strength defines worth, she was wolfless, but she refused to be weak. With beauty that shimmered like stardust in the midnight sky and a mind as sharp as a dagger, Lydia was a name spoken with both awe and envy. But admiration was never enough. She forged her own path, honing her combat skills, proving her intelligence, and standing beside Theodore Sinclair, the Alpha’s son, through every challenge. If she could not shift, she would rise in every other way. The Masquerade should have been another step toward securing her future. Yet fate had other plans. One sip of wine. One moment of weakness. One stranger’s touch. And everything she built turned to ash. The man she trusted turned his back on her. The pack that once praised her cast her aside. And the child growing inside her became her only reason to survive. Banished. Forgotten. A name only whispered in shame. Yet, Lydia did not break, she endured. Five years later, she returns—not as the girl they discarded, but as a woman ready to reclaim her life. But fate is not done with her. Because the man who marked her as his? The one who unknowingly fathered her child? He’s standing right in front of her. And this time, he’s not letting her go. ...... The glass hovered near her lips.  "Drink," Nickolas commanded, his voice rough with hunger.  Lydia obeyed, parting her lips as the rich, red liquid flowed onto her tongue. But before she could swallow, his mouth was on hers—hot, demanding, merciless.  The wine spilled between them, sliding over her lips, down her chin. But he didn’t stop. He deepened the kiss, his tongue sweeping inside, stealing the taste straight from her mouth, devouring every shaky breath she tried to take.  By the time he pulled away, she was trembling.  His fingers tilted the glass. A slow trickle of wine spilled onto her collarbone, rolling between her breasts, gliding down her stomach.  The moment the first drop touched her skin, his mouth followed.  His lips grazed the delicate curve of her neck before he dragged his tongue along the slick trail of wine, chasing every drop as it slipped between her breasts. His teeth scraped her skin, and before she could react, he latched onto her, sucking deep, his tongue flicking and teasing before his mouth sealed around her hardened peak.  Lydia arched beneath him, her hands fisting into the sheets as heat coiled low in her stomach.  "Nickolas," she gasped, her voice breathless, desperate.  He groaned against her skin, his grip tightening on her waist as he sucked harder, the wet heat of his mouth sending pleasure pulsing through her veins. He alternated between sharp, aching nips and long, slow strokes of his tongue, drawing soft moans from her lips. "Messy," he murmured, his voice thick with satisfaction as he pulled back just enough to watch her squirm beneath him. His fingers traced the path the wine had taken, slow, possessive.  Then his lips brushed lower, over her navel, his breath a sinful caress against her heated skin.  He smirked against her. "I thought your laughter was the most beautiful sound to my ears…" His fingers slid between her thighs, teasing, coaxing, pushing her to the edge without giving her what she needed.  Then, with a slow, deliberate bite against her inner thigh, he whispered, "Until I heard your moans."  A sharp gasp escaped her lips as he kissed her again, his hands gripping her hips, holding her right where he wanted.  "Nickolas," she whimpered.  He chuckled darkly, his lips trailing back up her body, lingering at her throat before he spoke against her ear. "I could get drunk off you."  Lydia swallowed, her body burning, her thoughts unraveling.  But deep down, she already knew—she was the one drowning. 

One night. That’s all it took for Alvin’s world to shatter under the full moon’s glow. In a single, blood-soaked evening, he lost everything—his loved ones, his humanity, and nearly his life, left impaled with a stake through his stomach. But Alvin refused to die. He chose survival—even if it meant no longer being human. Now, as his blood begins to change, his body shifting into one of a vampire, something bad happens again. His ritual to transform was sabotaged by an unknown force, the changes it brought remained hidden deep inside of him. All Alvin wants is to live—and maybe, just maybe, enjoy his favorite garlic bread again. But why did everything about him feel so suspicious, like it all pointed to an impending doom? Where did this sense of danger come from?

Lin Yunfeng screwed up. Big time. One mistake. That’s all it was. A stupid, drunken mistake. So why the hell was Ren Muchen chasing him down a creepy-ass abandoned hallway like a maniac?! "You slept with me and ran? Fine! Let’s see how long you last!" Uh, yeah. No thanks. Yunfeng ran faster, heart pounding—until he skidded to a stop. Right in front of a half-rotten zombie. "Oh, come on!" Before he could even process his impending doom, the thing lunged. His life flashed before his eyes. Then—WHACK. A massive axe took the zombie’s head clean off. And just like that, Muchen was grabbing his collar, hauling him up like a ragdoll. "You’re not dying," Muchen said, looking way too smug for someone who just saved his life. "Not today. Not anytime soon." Yunfeng barely got his breath back before Muchen dropped the biggest bomb ever. "Because we’re having a baby." Wait. What?! Yunfeng clutched his stomach. "H-How do you know?!" "You KNEW?!" Muchen shook him like a damn rattle. "And you still ran? Take responsibility, you bastard! We made a life!" Well. Shit. There was officially no running from this.

[ MATURED CONTENT | NO RAPE ] "You wrote this world to escape me. Now, we’re both prisoners of your own creation." After breaking up with Halcyon, Elle thought she had left him—and their twisted love—behind. To escape the pain, she poured herself into writing a novel, shaping a world where she could control every twist of fate. Five years later, just as she struggles to name her finished story, she wakes up inside it. But the world isn’t as she wrote it. The characters have taken on lives of their own. And worst of all—she’s not the heroine she designed for herself, but a doomed nobody destined to die. When she comes face to face with Halcyon, the buried hatred resurfaces—but so does fear. He’s no longer the man she once knew. He’s colder, sharper, and hell-bent on keeping her by his side this time. No matter the cost. She tries to escape, but the world itself seems determined to pull her deeper into its schemes. Whispers of betrayal, assassins lurking in the shadows, and the terrifying realization that someone else is rewriting her story from the outside. To survive, Elle makes the one choice she swore she never would. "Halcyon Valkar, The Crown Prince, let's get married." ---- Her body stiffened when she felt his hand settle on her thigh, grazing the sensitive skin with a barely-there touch that sent a jolt of warmth rushing to her core. She snapped her eyes shut, her breath coming in ragged, shallow gasps as her pulse hammered in her neck. What is he doing? "What... what are you doing?" Elle finally managed to choke out, her voice trembling with a mix of fear and confusion. Halcyon's voice was a deep, dark hum in her ear, sending a shiver through her as his lips brushed against the sensitive skin just below her ears. "Marking what's mine." His words dripped with possessiveness, and Elle's breath caught. A strange heat washed over her, mingling with the terror coiling in her stomach. His voice was so close, his presence so consuming, she couldn't escape it. "Your... Highness... I-I feel dizzy." She stuttered, her hands shooting up instinctively, weakly trying to stop him from leaning in further. Her fingers trembled as they brushed the solid expanse of his broad shoulder, but it only served to remind her of the power he had over her in that moment. "Shhh... you'll be alright," he murmured, his voice low and coaxing, yet laced with a dark edge. "Don't make noise. We wouldn't want anyone to hear, would we?".....

The night was thick with mist, the full moon casting an eerie glow over the dense forest. Shadows stretched and twisted between the towering trees, whispering secrets carried by the wind. Somewhere in the distance, a wolf howled—a deep, mournful sound that sent a shiver down Lena’s spine. She shouldn’t have been here. The warnings were clear. No humans were to step beyond the boundary of the village after dark. Yet here she was, standing at the edge of the unknown, her pulse hammering in her ears. A snap of a twig behind her made her whirl around, heart pounding. But before she could react, a figure emerged from the darkness—a man, tall and imposing, his silver eyes gleaming like molten steel in the moonlight. “You shouldn’t be here,” he murmured, his voice a dangerous mix of warning and curiosity. Lena took a step back, her breath catching. There was something unnatural about him, something untamed. She could feel it in the way the air around him crackled with energy, in the way his gaze pinned her like a predator studying its prey. “I—” she started, but the words died on her lips when he took a step closer. His presence was overwhelming, his scent a mix of earth and something wilder, something that made her stomach twist in ways she didn’t understand. Then, as if the universe itself had decided to intervene, the clouds shifted, allowing the full moon’s light to fully illuminate him. And in that moment, Lena saw the truth. He wasn’t just a man. He was something else entirely. Something that shouldn’t exist.

Anne, a shy and introvert woman, was in love with Denis for ten years. But Denis had someone in his heart. When his girlfriend left him to pursue her career, he finally noticed Anne and asked her to be his girlfriend. Anne stayed devoted to him for three years, but Denis cheated on her with his first love. Worse, his scheming ex-girlfriend killed her. Fate gave her another chance. Anne was reborn. This time, she vowed to take revenge on everyone who had hurt her. Augustine, the CEO of the Sphere Group of industries, was powerful and wealthy. But he died from his family’s conspiracy. Reborn, he was determined to punish those who had schemed against him. In his past life, he had failed to protect Anne, his savior. This time, he vowed to love her and keep her safe with his life. But Anne no longer believed in love. ~~~~~~~~~ “Will you marry me?” Augustine’s eyes sparkled with anticipation and nervousness. However, Anne was calm. “Yes,” she replied blankly. “I’ll marry you. But don’t expect anything from me. Love is the last thing I can give you.” He smirked and took a step closer to her. “Miss Clair,” he pinched her chin, “are you sure you won’t fall for me? Can you resist my charm?” Anne’s breathing hitched, her stomach fluttering. The challenge in his eyes and his husky voice threaten to shatter her resolve to never fall in love again. “Let me promise you one thing: in this life, I’ll love you, cherish you always. All I want is your faith.”

Rose stood defiantly, eyes locked onto his golden ones as she lifted the hem of her small top, exposing the smooth expanse of her stomach before peeling the fabric over her head. The red glittering bra shimmering under moonlight as if made for this very moment. She ignored the tremor of anticipation curling in her gut. None of that mattered. Not even the reckless haze of drugs clouding her thoughts. Tonight, she was in control. This was a mission. A mission to keep his attention solely on her so could save her friend from his curse. Her fingers hooked into the waistband of her shorts, her breath steadying when she saw him go rigid. Shoulders squared. Posture tensed. Not in fear. Not in disgust. But in something far sinister. His Interest. “Yes… feast your depraved little eyes and filthy mind on this,” she whispered, smirking as the shorts fell away, pooling at her ankles. The silky red thong clung to her hips, the moonlight accentuating every curve of her body. She flicked the discarded clothing aside, shifting her weight slightly as she let her nightly visitor drink in the sight of her naked glory. His posture no longer that of boredom. Good. That was exactly what she wanted. More like, what intoxicated, irrational Rose wanted. She twirled, giving him a deliberate view, rolling her hips just enough to torment. “Since you’ve made my life a living hell, I might as well return the favor.” She cast a wicked smile over her shoulder. “Consider this my gift to you—one you’ll never get to touch.” By the time she turned back, her stomach plummeted. He had moved. No longer a distant silhouette in the meadow—he now stood at the edge of her patio. Much closer and so much real. The thrill that had fueled her was fading slowly. Had she just made a mistake playing this game with her stalker? Swallowing hard, she lowered herself onto the chair, parting her bare legs wide and letting the wooden cross dangle before her barely covered cherry, in a taunt. A silent challenge. His fingers curled around the wooden rail, veins standing taut against the black ink of his tattoos. His chest rose and fell, controlled but heavier, as though restraining something barely contained beneath his skin. "Want a taste, my dear stalker?" Rose whispers She had him pinned. Or so she thought. Her shadowy visitor moves. Slow, deliberate steps leading closer. Panic slammed into her. No. Rose bolted upright, pressing the cross against the glass door separating them. “Stay back!” Her voice wavered a bit. “I swear, I’ll burn your stalking ass right where you stand!” He stilled. A beat of silence. Then— A low, quiet chuckle rumbled through the night air, reaching her ears like smoke. Deep and Dark. Her stomach twisted. The sound was foreign, yet eerily familiar. As if she had always known this was how he would sound. His hands rose in mock surrender, his hooded head tilting slightly, as if entertained by her little performance. Then, as effortlessly as he had closed the distance, he stepped back. Rose’s breath fastened. She was playing with fire, willingly, by provoking the one who comes out at night and remain in shadows. And he was enjoying it.   == In the embrace of her ancestral town, Rose seeks refuge from the echoes of her past. Little does she know, her return to her roots will awaken dormant shadows, shattering ordinary her existence. For when the darkness falls over the town, from the pitch black rises a shadowy figure that haunt her nights. In the darkness he sweeps her off the ground in terrible fear and the allure of sinister intrigue. And once the sun comes, a man with a god awful attitude, haunts her in the broad day light. Causing her to swell with pure disdain. With each passing night, it draws closer to Rose, casting a chilling spell that both terrifies and exhilarates her. Thrust into a labyrinth of mysteries can she navigate the treacherous path laid before her, or will her nightly visitor consume her whole?

[Warning: Contains Mature Content] "Beware of the tongue of a wicked woman. For it may tell a lie that would slay the world." Eighteen-Year-old rejected, wolfless and blind Zina is summoned to the capital to tell a vision for the ruthless and feared Alpha King of the North notoriously known as ‘The King Who Crowned Himself’. The result of Zina’s ‘false’ vision has the Alpha Prince and future Alpha Supreme, Daemon, banished from the capital to fight wars at the borders where only death awaits him in the hands of the famed Arising Rogues, and the even more famed Deformed. But Daemon survives fire, blood and claw, and not only does he survive, but six years later, he is back as Alpha Supreme, driven by vengeance against those who brought him down. Starting from his cunny siblings, to the eighteen-year old girl now twenty-four who spelt his destiny with just mere words, Daemon vows to leave no one unscathed. However Zina is well aware of her own treachery. Now the Theta to the same powerful werewolf house she told the dangerous lie against, and having tasted the bitter pill of betrayal from the very people she told the dangerous lie for, she is unwilling to resign to her fate just yet. But how do you melt the heart of a man that you once ruined? And how do you destroy a woman loved by all the common people, and perhaps, even the gods? Daemon will learn the hard way that not all vengeance can be taken, and not all debts can be collected. Secrets abound, the Deformed Werewolves are set to rise, and a rare chance at second mating befalls the two most unusual people. And now, one thing has become for sure—Daemon must first defeat the enemy outside, before he can truly confront her, who has become the enemy of his heart. **** Zina's back pressed against the wall as a taut body pinned her, their warmth mingling together. Four years of deadly anticipation had culminated into that very moment. His whispers caressed her ear, sending shivers that had nothing to do with the chill in the air down her spine. “Since you see visions so well, tell me Theta of my house, do you see the day you will die?” His breath ghosted over her skin, reminding her of a debt to be collected. Swallowing and maintaining a tight grip on her staff despite the body that burned against hers, she answered firmly. “I am afraid the gods haven’t shown me yet.” The man over her smiled shrewdly. His lips grazed her ear, his hot breath sending waves of sensation. “I believe in all of the names I have been called, one of them is god. So let me tell you that which you do not know… “…today is the day you will die.”

After being confined in a mental asylum for years, Jin Jiuchi had just been released back to human habitation when he suddenly found himself trapped in a dangerous and thrilling survival game. Wait, is there something wrong with you all? Why do you look so scared? This world is so… exciting! For Jin Jiuchi, this beast in human clothing who was chained by society laws, the appearance of the Nightmare Cycle was akin to a dream come true! Drinking tea with a dismembered bride in a haunted apartment, dancing tango with the evil spirit in the depths of suicide forest, skipping rope with the ancient god in a forgotten civilization… Jin Jiuchi was so happy that he was going crazy! However, when he went crazy, all the players and NPCs in the cycle trembled in fear. *** There was only a beautiful jade doll who had never been afraid of him. Shen Nianzu called out softly, "Jin-ge." Jin Jiuchi, who was happily digging through a rotten corpse's stomach, suddenly dropped everything and zoomed in front of Shen Nianzu with a speed invisible to naked eyes. His eyes were curved into crescents as he asked, "What's wrong, Nian'er? Do you want to join me too?" Shen Nianzu was expressionless as he stared at the bloody man in front of him. Then he suddenly stretched out a hand, palm up. Confused, Jin Jiuchi placed his dirty paw in Shen Nianzu's hand and shook it. Shen Nianzu: “Good boy.” Jin Jiuchi: ? *** Lunatic drama king, wild beast gong x big beauty, cunning, strong-acting-weak shou Additional tags: top/gong/seme protagonist, action, supernatural, psychological, mystery, slow romance, ghosts, gore, monsters, beasts, shameless protagonist, survival game, teamwork, unlimited flow, horror, suspense, younger love interest Find me on: Instagram: delanasiwarka Discord: delanasiwarka#1490 Discord server: bit.ly/delanadiscord

Xion Aijawa thought his life was finally coming together. That is, until he tried saving a cat stuck in a tree, fell into a pit, and... died In his disoriented sate of "Freshly dead" the silly Xion accepted a strange request and ended up transmigrating into the world full of dungeons and Mana. He became illegitimate child of Marquis family hated by his three siblings. According to the memory of the original owner of the body, Xion only had a month to live. So, taking the cover of the banquet, Xion ran away. Aided by a mysterious Mall System, he makes his way to the distant borderlands, hoping to put his past behind him. But fate has other plans-. Xion ends up saving Darius Rael Darkhelm, the feared Archduke of the North, notorious for his ruthless and deranged nature. The silly Xion tried to run away but... Xion's heart thumped loudly as Darius effortlessly pinned his wrists using only one hand. "I've heard you tried to run away." Darius gently caressed Xion's pale cheek, "That must be a lie... After all, I've given you things even the royal family can't have. Isn't that right, my dear healer?" Xion gulped when Darius's thumb brushed his lower lip as a chilling smirk remained on his handsome face. "I-I think I should leave, Your Grace. I've overstayed my welcome..." The room grew cold, and struggling Xion shivered. Darius's green eyes dimmed before lighting up with a dangerous glint. Xion felt a pit growing in his stomach when he saw the deranged archduke smile. Darius never smiled. And whenever he did, it only meant trouble. "You're right," Darius said calmly. "So, let's get married." Xion "...!!!!"

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‘“You killed him. It’s your fault!” San started crying and shaking, his stomach was trying to fly out of his body. His mind was trying to destroy him. It would be better if he died there too. It would be better if he died.’ The Vermilion Dragon #3 Yang Shan moved to Hong Kong with his parents after surviving a disaster. He left his past behind and ran away, carrying his trauma with him. But after joining the eSports team Zhu Long, he had to face himself and others. He couldn’t and that was when he met Kim Hyunyeong, a kind stranger that helped him. Both shared similar experiences, but Shan’s burden was too heavy even for Hyun, so he left. Will they be able to continue where they left off or will there be only silence at the end?

{Warning: Mature content} The World called me an abomination, a freak of nature, a stain from my mother's legs. Even after righting their wrongs with my blade, it was still the same. However, in the midst of my despair, one person reached out his warm hand for me. Lucifer Morningstar. Even though he is the Devil spoken of in Legends, I shall take the leap of faith and do his bidding. To take breath in reincarnation in another world and Slaughter my foes: Demons, Angels, Devils, gods, and everything I consider EVIL in my PATH Don't get me wrong, my blade is a respecter of neither man nor beast. All that stand in my way shall FALL to the recreation of a world in the image I see fit. ............ If you want to know how sick this book is, read the first chapter. I still don't know how the idea for this book came out of my head. (Heaven! please forgive me) ..... Demons, Devils, Fallen Angels, Angels, Soul Eaters, Cursers, Witches, Dark elves, Hell beasts, Heaven Beasts, Death Beasts... Practically, Every sick, both rosy and terrible thing of the underworld will be found in this book. My research is deep. (Note: Sick Shit happens here. If you don't have stomach for it, please run. You still have time.)

On the day of Sloane’s long-awaited mating ceremony, her world shatters. When the pack is attacked by vicious rouges, Her mate and pack alpha is forced to choose between his mate Sloane and his first love, Celeste. Sloane’s sister. Ryland doesn’t hesitate to choose Celeste, and Sloane’s left to die in the brutal attack. Sloane barely survives, only to wake up to a far greater nightmare. Framed for betrayal. Stripped of her title. Exiled. But the goddess is done with her yet.. As she’s dragged to the borders, Alpha Alexander returns. The true heir. The ruthless warrior and Ryland’s older brother. The moment he lays eyes on Sloane, his wolf growls one undeniable word. Mate. Alexander has returned to reclaim what’s his. His pack, his title, and now, her. But Sloane has learned the hard way that mates can betray, and this time, she refuses to be weak. Because if Alexander truly wants her, he’ll have to fight for her. ~~~~~~ “Help me..” Sloane slurred, she barely felt the pain, her body was numb, her hands trembled as she pressed them against her stomach. Something is wrong. Her vision blurred and then she heard footsteps, heavy and desperate. She lifted her gaze and saw him, her mate. “Ryland…” She lifts her hand weakly, reaching for him. He’s here. He can save her. Ryland’s gaze lands on her, his face pale as he takes in the blood staining her dress. His jaw clenches. For a second, she thinks he’s going to come for her. But then his eyes shift. Past her. To the figure trapped behind her. Celeste. Sloane watched in horror as everything about him changed. The tightness in his expression melts away, replaced with relief. Ryland rushes past Sloane like she’s nothing. Drops to his knees before Celeste. “I’m here. I’ve got you.” His voice is full of warmth—love. A love he never had for Sloane. Ryland grabbed her hand instantly, holding it like she’s his entire world. Sloane couldn’t breathe. “Ryland,” she chokes out, her body shaking. “Please… help me. Our baby..” He doesn’t even look at her. “I won’t let anything happen to you, Celeste. I should have chosen you from the start.” He picked her up, ready to walk away. Sloane tried one last time, her voice weak. “Ryland….please..” Ryland paused to look at her, his gaze flickered to the blood that trickled down her legs then walked away with Celeste clinging unto his arm.

They say life’s full of plot twists—well, Bai Xiaotong’s life is more like a plot pretzel, twisted in all the wrong places. After centuries of fighting in dungeons that suddenly descended into the Murim World, she thought she'd earned a peaceful retirement after moving to another planet. Yet, after buying a dimensional ticket to cross realms, she ends up face-to-face with an even bigger disaster. Goodbye, dungeon gates and loot drop. Welcome to a world crawling with walking deads! Where each bite turns the living into rotting husks of undead. "I bought a wayfarer item to peacefully retire in another human world, not to clean up another horde of monsters! Do I look so bored to change places just to go hunting?! I didn’t sign up for this mess—” she grumbles, dodging a zombie horde. Why does it feel like she was attracting every apocalypse in the multiverse? Where’s the peaceful world she paid millions of cosmic credits for? Wait, did she pay for a doomsday subscription instead and was auto-renewing?! Damn. How could she end up in a dumpster fire, filled with weak humans who can’t even handle brain-dead corpses in a trance? “Seriously, how does anyone lose to that?” But in reality, it’s not the monsters and weak humans that are giving her gray hairs—it’s the fact that... “AHH! Why does my stomach keep on growing? Darn, it hurts, I think it’s going to explode!” “Ow shi— did I peed myself?” No. Wait, what the hell? Someone tell her, it wasn’t her water! The apocalypse? She can handle that. But childbirth during an apocalypse? That's a whole different level of nightmare. “Hey, you can’t come out yet!” This is insane. At least wait until she figures out where’s the father, ah! --- WSA2025 Entry

They call him Ling A’Xian, a hostage prince, a pawn in a war he never asked for. But that is not his name. Not truly. Han Ziyao-- a name whispered in the void, a past too distant to grasp… and a love that refuses to fade. In a world where fate is rewritten with every life he steps into, Han Ziyao has long abandoned the illusion of control. He transmigrates without warning, wakes in unfamiliar bodies, and plays whatever role the universe demands of him. But amidst shifting identities and fractured timelines, one thing remains constant—him. And the man who always finds him. Tonight, that man is the Crown Prince. And Ling A’Xian is pressed against a glazed partition, his breath unsteady as gloved fingers trace the curve of his jaw. “Running again, A’Xian?” The prince’s voice is velvet and steel, his golden eyes unreadable in the candlelight. “I’m beginning to think you enjoy being caught.” A’Xian exhales sharply, forcing a smirk despite the way heat surges within his stomach. “And I’m beginning to think you enjoy the chase.” The prince hums, his grip tightening just enough to make A’Xian’s pulse stutter. “Perhaps. But tell me…” He leans in, the warmth of his breath ghosting over A’Xian’s lips. “What will you do when there’s nowhere left to run?” A’Xian doesn’t answer. He can’t. Not when the prince’s gloved hand is slipping lower, not when the space between them is vanishing, not when he’s dangerously close to forgetting that this isn’t love—it’s obsession. And yet, as soft lips brush against his throat in a mythical promise, he wonders if, in this life, he’ll be the one to break first. Because some bonds, no matter how many lifetimes pass, are never meant to be severed.

Khi thế giới bị xâm chiếm và tàn phá bởi các sinh vật ngoài hành tinh dị dạng… Một là bị giết bởi chúng, hai là bị giết bởi đồng loại… “REC là căn cứ duy nhất?” “Không, còn một vài căn cứ khác rải rác.” “Vậy tại sao không hợp tác với nhau mà phải đấu đá nhau trong tình cảnh này?” “Cũng chỉ để sống, nhưng mục đích chiến đấu khác nhau…” …Miễn là còn một ngọn cỏ xanh, thì chắc chắn đây không phải là tận thế… ________________________________________ When the world was invaded and ravaged by deformed aliens… Either be killed by them, or be killed by your own kind… “REC is the only base?” “No, there are a few other bases scattered about.” “Then why not cooperate with each other instead of fighting each other in this situation?” “It’s just to live, but the purpose of fighting is different…” …As long as there is a blade of green grass, then this is definitely not the end of the world…

Robert was once a scientist who should've gone down in history as the modern day prometheus. The man who brough the power of the atomic bomb from the mere imaginings of men to reality. However something went wrong during the first test, and the entire world was devoured by the powers they sought to tame. But that was not the end. Robert wakes up almost a thousand years later, to a world deformed and reshaped by radiation. Concepts like magic, once thought impossible, now roam this new Earth as common fact. And what is his role in all this? He has become a creature —the only creature— capable of consuming the radiation that plagues the earth. And he will soon find that none of this is a mere coincidence.