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For ten years, Raiten has been bound to the Thunder Tower and made the enslaved guardian of his clan's northern pillar. Once, he dreamed of freedom and fought for a friend he believed in. Now, she’s returned—a hero, wielding the power he stole for her. The only question that remains is, how will Raiten kill her? Will he choose forgiveness and carve for himself a new life, beyond the tower, beyond the clan? Or, will he sink in the depraved depths of bloody vengeance? Perhaps a bit of both. This story is a mix of vengeance, fast-paced action, lighter slice-of-life moments, and of course, magic. Great for fans of Shadow Slave, Red Rising, Cosmere novels, Mother of Learning, the game Roadwarden, The Witcher, and more! Please enjoy. [Note: cover is AI art. I am only using this temporarily: once I am not broke, I will pay a proper artist for an awesome cover!] [Note 2: Originally published on RoyalRoad]

“If you think for one second that I would ever let you leave my sight, you are mistaken,” Damien is only whispering but my entire body is trembling in response. “You'll have to pick, little one. Either I break your legs and keep you in my room or I fuck you till you can no longer walk. Just know whatever choice you make, I'm not letting you out of my sight.” … Fuck. ~ Exiled by her pack, all Madeline Finch has left is her son, Lucas, but the world is cruel to a single mother, especially for an Omega like her as her kind is being hunted down for their addictive pheromones. Wanting to keep her son safe, she decides to work with a well paying organisation that cater to the needs of Alphas by giving them willing Omegas to curl their bloodlust and in doing so, has no other choice but to become the escort of Damien Bloodhound, a ruthless Alpha known for his cruelty and her mate who'd rejected her and left her alone to raise Lucas on her own. Damien doesn't seem to recognize her but he acts even more determined to possess and have her as his own than before. And for Madeline who had only ever loved Damien and was fast sinking into debt, it was becoming harder to remember he was the one who shattered her heart many years ago. Still, would she be able to ignore his obsession for her and keep it strictly professional? Or would she be unable to resist and fall for the same man who had made her the happiest woman in the world once upon a time?

As she felt the knife sink into her chest, Selina calmly accepted her fate at the hands of her brother's stalker. But life had other plans for her as she transmigrated into the cannon fodder of her brother's boy love game! Hot man to her right, hot man to her left, but why do her eyes seek the fierce lady who wants nothing to do with her? And why did this wannabe romance Otome game turn into a power fantasy instead?!

**"Ace has always known he was different—rescued by human couples as a baby by the road side. Raised with a strange mark on his chest, uncanny speed, heightened senses, and an instinct he could never explain. But everything comes to a head on his eighteenth birthday when a restless fire awakens deep within him, compelling him into the forest under the light of the full moon. Drawn by an invisible force, Ace’s body trembles with anticipation, and his wolf—silent his entire life—stirs to life for the first time. Then he feels it: an overwhelming presence that fills the air, makes his heart race, and stops him in his tracks. A powerful looking but desperate man emerges from the shadows, Ace’s entire being responds. His chest burns, and the mark he always thought was a birthmark begins to glow on his chest, as if it knows the man standing before him. Kieran’s piercing silver eyes hold a mixture of relief and hunger as he steps closer. 'You’re mine,' Kieran murmurs, his voice deep and reverberating with authority and raw desire. Ace doesn’t understand what’s happening, but his body does. Every fiber of his being screams for Kieran, his wolf howling for the connection they were destined to share. When Kieran touches the glowing mark on Ace’s chest, the bond between them explodes into life. Ace feels everything—the undeniable pull, the deep need to belong, and a passion so intense it takes his breath away. The world fades, leaving only Kieran and the primal connection binding them. Kieran's suppressed desires for his mate breaks free from their restrain. He tears their clothes into pieces, pulling Ace closer in his arms as he uncontrollably touches every inch of Ace's body___ feeling the satisfaction he has longed for_ for years. He devours Ace's mouth and lips as he thrust into him , every thrust igniting a hotter flame inside their bodies, they both groan and scream at the connection, at the pleasure that flows throw every vein in their bodies. In that heated moment, Kieran claims Ace, sinking his teeth into his neck to mark him as his own. The bite sends a shockwave through Ace’s body, awakening a hunger and power he never knew he possessed. Their souls collide, binding them together in a bond that is both exhilarating and terrifying. ▪▪ But as Ace grapples with his newfound identity as a werewolf and the mate of a powerful alpha, he’s thrust into a world of danger, loyalty, and love so overwhelming it threatens to consume him. Will he accept the destiny that ties him to Kieran, or will the weight of the bond shatter them both?"** ○○●●○ Alpha Kieran had been looking for his mate for nine years, he searched among the she_wolves in his pack and all other packs but never found his expected female mate__, only to find out his mate is a male , something he has forbidden in his pack. No matter how much he didn't want to mate with Ace, the pull was way much uncomfortable to him. What is he going to do now that he has found himself in the situation he had forbade others himself.

Once a young business prodigy, Violetta’s company crumbled fast thanks to internal corruption and the greed of the more successful elites. Now, she’s a certified 31 year old dirt-poor shut-in, living her best (or worst?) life as a full-fledged otaku. With nothing but her anime merch and a shaky Wi-Fi connection, she scrapes by on streaming money, all while dodging the harsh reality outside her door. However, after an all-nighter to play Merlysian Realm, a newly released VR MMORPG, she died from her unhealthy lifestyle and passed out. [SYSTEM ERROR: 404 - ACCOUNT NOT FOUND] [Rebooting...] [Loading... [ERROR: SYSTEM MALFUNCTION. PLEASE WAIT.] ..... [SYSTEM MESSAGE] [You Have Received A Legendary Class] [User's account balance has been updated.] [Balance: UNLIMITED] [Class: Merchant] [Rank: SSS] "Huh?!" Not only was she transmigrated into Merlysian Realms, she was reborn in a struggling farmer's family that lived in poverty from a poorly developed kingdom in medieval times! The real kicker? It’s crawling with corrupt nobles, dying crops, zero trade routes, and is so tiny it could probably fit on a map as a dot labeled “Who Knows Where.” Can our otaku-turned-financial wizard save this sinking ship of a kingdom, or is she doomed to relive her bankrupt nightmares? Watch as she proves those who doubted her to be wrong and be accepted as a genius by using her knowledge from the modern world!

Please Kieran, it's hard dealing with your loss but every night you come to my dream and give me false hope that you are coming back and when I wake up, you won't be there. I know that you are trying to comfort me but I would really appreciate it if you stop coming to my dreams, I want to heal Kieran. We will be having our son soon and I want to be here to look after him, to protect him. I know I will never get over you but I need to stop believing in non-existence miracles."  Hearing all she had to say, Kieran only leaned over and kissed her softly on the lips, when he sat back up, he looked deep into her eyes, "did that feel like a dream, or perhaps this?" he elongated his fangs and leaned to her neck, sinking his fangs on his mark to renew and strengthen the bond.  —————————— After Prince Kieran’s death, Rylee is forced to flee with her friends to protect her unborn child, the key to the demon throne. But dark forces, including a vengeful masked figure and powerful witches, will stop at nothing to claim the throne by killing her. As Kieran struggles to remember who he is in the afterlife, Rylee’s life hangs in the balance. Sacrifices are made, and Rylee’s shocking death sparks a battle that threatens to destroy everything. Will Rylee and Kieran finally get their happy ending, or will destiny tear them apart forever? Spoiler: Male lead dies in first volume Female lead dies in the second volume Don’t You Want to Figure out how? #reincarnation #vampire #demon #werewolf #human #witches Volume 1: Mated To The Dark Prince Volume 2:Return and Revenge Volume 3:Prince Ryan’s Story

【 Warning : Mature Content R-18 】 "What do you mean by I need to steal MILFs to become stronger!?" Waking up in an unfamiliar body of a Prince, Lucian stares in bewilderment as a transparent panel materializes before him, displaying a message that demands — "You need to steal MILFs to become stronger!" His mind races with confusion. What does that even mean?? As the absurdity of his new reality sinks in, he begins to accept the dark possibilities before him. In his previous life, as a master seducer, no beauty had ever escaped his demonic embrace. Now, with this new body, he savors the thrill of his newfound power. Their desires will become my playground, and their most sacred secrets will be mine to exploit. "You’re the Empress? I'll grant you a divine body if you submit to me." "Your lover is a once-in-a-thousand-years genius? So what? I’ll make you a prodigy that comes once in a million." "Your husband is the sect leader of a powerful immortal sect? Irrelevant. I’ll elevate you to become an immortal goddess." To claim the fate points of the 'Sons of Heaven,' Lucian will seduce their cherished ones and drain their divine essence. ============================= 【 Additional Tags: Incest, Harem, System, R-18, Mature, Reincarnation, Anti-Hero, Shameless Protagonist, Overpowered Protagonist, Immoral Protagonist, Dual Cultivation, Vampire, Demons, Elves, Devil, Gods, Goddess, Politics, Comedy, Face-smacking. 】 【 Author's note: You can expect a lot of smut. If any of this bothers you, this is not for you. 】 【 Discord link - https://discord.gg/Vnnfy5vjda 】 【 250 Powerstones = 1 Bonus Chapter 】 【 50 Golden Tickets = 2 Bonus Chapters 】 【 Magic Castle = 10 Bonus Chapters [Release within next 30 days] 】 【 Bonus Chapter(s) will be updated at the start of the next month 】 【 Cover is not mine 】

“If you had the choice to live your life again, would you do it?” That was the question that pestered someone's mind as his body was crushed by debris, waiting for death. He had lived as nothing more than a cog in a machine, a puppet for his father's will. Although as abrupt as it was, his disappointing life ended in a devastating earthquake, surrounded by the corpses of his colleagues. As he was contemplating how unfair his life was, he made a resigned declaration to sleep normally again, one last time.  But, even the eternal rest didn't happen. Upon opening his eyes, he was reincarnated into another world as Deilos, the son of Demon Lord Dantalion, and found himself trapped in a jail where he was tortured, starved, and left all alone for days on end.  Just when Deilos thought his life couldn't sink any lower, a mysterious knight appeared before him and was rescued by the orders of the Demon Lord Barbatos. Deilos was used by Barbatos as a pawn in a petty dispute between human nobles and demon lords regarding the rebellion of humans within the demon territory. The only way to survive was to be a more cunning predator among predators in a battle of wits and deception, where one misstep can lead to death.  How will he face this awful life now? Will he be just another pawn, or will he be able to reclaim his life again? Well, that is what we'll see. 

[WARNING MATURE CONTENT, R18+] He was a handsome, successful entrepreneur with women throwing themselves to spend a night. However, very few knew about his menacing side which could make one’s soul leave their body. The words spread, the nefarious Michael Specter looking for a woman to keep by his side. Layla Mclan, a twenty-two-year-old girl was hellbent on pursuing a higher-paying job to clear off her mother’s debts. Opportunity knocks on her door when she discovers, she got selected to work in a richer household, The Conners. But life took a sudden toll on her as it left her in a frightful mess when she discovers there’s no one as such as Conner’s rather she’s now a slave to Michael Specter, a billionaire but with a twisted mind. Layla’s eyes turned red, shoulders trembling, her soul wanting to reach out to her mom but alas… There was no way out, as she was already locked in the room, succumbing to the fears that didn’t feel very distant; She had gone through the same not long before. The agreement papers turned her body cold. Sometimes the worst seems best and there’s no end to the misery days; The one who avenges, the one who endures remains true to their valor. ‘Rule No. 1: Tending to your Master’s needs should be your top priority. Failing to do so, he can punish you however he pleases.’ ‘However, he pleases? What he’s gonna do to me?’ She mused and felt her heart sinking to the bottom of her chest. ‘Rule No. 2: You cannot say ‘no’ or oppose your Master’s orders.’ ‘Rule No. 3: You’re free to wear clothes of your choice… However, he can make you change it if he wants.’ ‘Rule No. 4: You are not allowed to step outside of the property.’ . . . Excerpt: “Ac-Actually I’m sleepy and I spent my day working for the household… Umm… Master, can I ask you something?” “Go ahead.” “I left my mom back home and I took this offer just to meet the debts… So will you pay me the said amount if I listen to your needs?” She asked in her feeble voice. “Needs Hmm… How about you strip off right now and lie down on the bed?” “What?” She exclaimed in horror. “You heard me,” he sounded dead serious. Layla gulped down the heavy lump that she had been holding for quite some time. --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- ***NOTE*** The cover isn’t mine. Full credit goes to Author Hansora :) PEN-NAME: hansora. Please don’t use it.

What if your lifeline arrived signed in print, encased in a contract, and bound by policies daring you to participate—or lose all? Isla Harper is a very autonomous graphic designer just above her comfort level. She is stunned when the mysterious millionaire Noah Archer presents her with a proposal: a loveless, deliberate marriage that promises financial stability and freedom from her sinking reality. She is struggling to make ends meet. The only catch is she has to persuade his family and the globe that theirs is a love story deserving of attention. Noah developed his empire on accuracy and control. Though it wasn't part of the plan, a turn in his family's trust compels marriage. He wants a mate who won't disturb his precisely regulated existence or entwine his feelings. With her keen intelligence and relentless determination, Isla looks to be the perfect fit. But it gets more difficult to keep the lines from blurring as one approaches the altar. Isla discovers her husband is more than just his frigid attitude and unrelenting ambition as she enters Noah's glittering world of high stakes and hidden ambitions. Their carefully put on front could be destroyed by family secrets, buried scandals, and unanticipated chemistry. Every meal, every glance, every fib moves them toward a truth they are not ready for. But Isla and Noah have to choose: Are they stronger together or is the price of pretending too high too great to pay when past betrayals and unanticipated difficulties strain their brittle alliance? Trust is delicate, emotions run strong, and the stakes cannot be higher in Strangers at the Altar, a compelling story of two opposites compelled into an unusual alliance. Ideal for those yearning for strong language, scorching romance, and surprising turns that will have them gasping until the very last.

◾ SYNOPSIS◾ He stood motionlessly, his cloth dripping of excess muddy liquid, his gaze fixed on the retreating petite figure, riding away on her bicycle. His face was as phlegmatic as ever, his icy stare lingering on the lucky lass. "Just say the word, Zay", his friend nudged. An almost inaudible sigh escaped his lips. He dug his finger into his hair, ruffling it a bit. He turned around and walked towards his car, not even sparing his friend a glance. As soon as he gets in, he shuts the car door, placing his head on the car's head rest while closing his eyes. His men understood the message and put down their guns. Jove shook his head and turned to walk to the car. "It's your first time, dude. What the heck happened?" He asked, walking into the car. "Take the wheels, Damon." His mesmerizing yet cold voice rang, ignoring Jove's question. Jove sighed dramatically and leant back on the seat, bringing out his phone - he was used to his best friend already. Zayde Stoll was the name. His name alone triggered lots of emotions - love, admiration, fear, hatred and every other feelings one could possibly have. He was dangerously handsome; an exact opposite of his real self. At 25, he already was the world's youngest billionaire, having the least number of ten companies in each country. His name made great men fall to their knees and everyone wondered how his fame grew that much. He was known to be eerily cold and he killed without second thoughts. He only needed to say the word and whoever would drop at his feet. He was a real description of a merciless demigod and people shook when he entered college. Jove was his best friend and the only person he talks to aside his Dad, despite their very striking differences. Jove complimented his name - he was one hell of a jovial person and really cheerful...but the heck, he was the world's biggest player. Although he condemned the manner with which Zayde handled his victims, he knew he couldn't do anything about it, having known Zayde since childhood. "Damon! You want to kill us?!" Jove suddenly yelled, yanking off the earpiece he had on. He had fallen back on impulse from the near death crash they barely escaped. He glanced at Zayde, a mistake at first, because the latter never acted like something just happened. His men kept stoic faces too, leaving him dumbfounded. "Am I the only living thing in this car? Because Damon almost sent us to our earliest graves and none of you will f**cking tell me you didn't see that!" Jove yelled. He was this close to being infuriated. Damon chuckled loudly. "It was only a mistake", he said with a shrug. "Yeah, a mistake that would've marked an end to my beautiful life", he said bluntly, his voice unable to mask the sarcasm. "You should be shameless at times, Jove." Boris said, turning back to look at Jove. Just then, Zayde put on his headphone with a slightly irritated huff, a clear indication everyone were disturbing him. They all shut up at once, returning to their previous activities. "You'll watch them kill me one day." Jove mumbled, sinking down into the seat.

Yang Qing sighed as he gazed upon the black building that stood tall piercing the skies above with an inviolable aura around it. "The Order sure is black-hearted," he angrily thought as he made his way into the building begrudgingly. The building could be considered his home away from home and a source of endless grief for him due to its unforgiving working hours. The building housed the courtrooms of the Cultivation Order Society, an organization founded to maintain a semblance of order in the ruthless cultivation world of the southern continent who if left to their own devices would sink the whole continent to the ground. Due to how impetuous cultivators were, the cases never stopped. "Yi Jie, what do we have today?" "Two cultivators at the palace realm fought over a treasure and destroyed half of the territory of the blue deer kingdom in their fight, A rogue cultivator is suing the owner of the falling meteor blacksmith shop for selling him a faulty saber that keeps attracting lightning tribulations. A cultivator suffering from pill poisoning is blaming it on the white hilltop restaurant as he suspects they are feeding their spirit beasts pills to make them bigger and fatter. And the last case is 500 families are suing a cultivator by the name of Ren Fu for being negligent as a husband and a father whilst also pilfering their resources dry as he moves from place to place.," Awkward silence ensues........... Join me as we follow Yang Qing in his role as a judge in the Cultivation Order Society with cases and troubles that never seem to end. Fair warning the story has multiple POVs. I will also be re-editing the first 50 chapters, since they were missing a few things, one of them being commas and had a tad bit info dumps that I'll also be editing out. Thanks to the readers who pointed it out. I don't know how I missed it. For new readers, please don't shy away from reading, as lovers of wuxia we have all sampled MTL Dao at some point. If you can survive that, this won't be hard at all. Re-edited chapter (36/50) All support matters whether it's power stones, comments, reviews, golden tickets, subscriptions, or those who buy privilege chapters or even lurking readers..I welcome all your support in whatever format it comes in and I thank you for it, It really does mean a lot, especially to rookie authors like myself.

The East+[Shelter + Management + Apocalypse Rotation + Steady Male Protagonist] The apocalypse game has descended upon humanity, throwing the world into chaos. People are randomly assigned shelters across the globe, and every month, apocalyptic disasters rotate like clockwork: searing heat, unrelenting cold, meteor showers, mutant plants, and rampaging monsters. Survival hinges on venturing out to scavenge resources, battling the elements, and upgrading shelters to withstand an onslaught of catastrophes. Yi Bai is just another player in this brutal game—or so it seems. But soon, he discovers that his shelter talent is unlike any other. [Homebody’s Paradise (SSS-Class)]: For every day spent in his shelter, Yi Bai receives critical survival rewards tailored to his needs. The higher his shelter level, the better the rewards. “A top-tier talent! I can get stronger just by staying at home?” While others are fighting tooth and nail outside their shelters—battling monsters, scouring for food, and struggling to survive—Yi Bai is quietly turning his shelter into the ultimate fortress. Resources, weapons, food, and equipment pour in effortlessly. His Sealy bed? Supreme comfort. The S-Class combat beauty awarded to him? Lounging by his side. Apocalypse resources? Stacked so high he can’t even spend them all. With nothing more than patience and a talent for staying put, Yi Bai becomes an unstoppable force. “You call this the apocalypse?” He chuckles, sinking deeper into his plush bed. “This is paradise for homebodies!”

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In the year 2022, the unimaginable happened: the sky shattered, and massive dungeons appeared suspended in the heavens above Earth. Scientists scrambled to uncover their secrets, but every attempt to understand them ended in failure. As time passed, humanity began to grow accustomed to their ominous presence, choosing to ignore what they couldn't comprehend. But just one year later, terror struck. The dungeons broke open, unleashing an unrelenting tide of monsters upon Earth. Civilization teetered on the brink of extinction, and despair spread like wildfire. Yet, when all hope seemed lost, a phenomenon changed the course of history—a "profession system" awakened within humanity. Ordinary people gained extraordinary abilities, rising to combat the monstrous threat. Those who saved humanity came to be known as the "Heroes of Mankind." Twenty years passed since that catastrophic event. In 2028, a new beacon of hope emerged: Kim Lan Tian Hao, a young man with a hidden class, the Thunder Swordsman. This profession, revered for its raw strength and agility, was unlike anything seen before. Humanity placed high expectations on him, and Kim fulfilled them in spectacular fashion. In just six years, he ascended to the rank of SS-class hunter, earning the admiration and trust of all. However, peace was short-lived. The world trembled once again as the Second Catastrophe began. This time, the threat was greater, the stakes higher, and the consequences unimaginable. As chaos engulfed the planet, Kim Lan Tian Hao stood as humanity's last hope, his every step shaping the fate of the world.But fate was cruel to humanity. The once undefeated Kim Lan Tian Hao found himself powerless against the new wave of monsters. These creatures possessed an extraordinary resistance to lightning, rendering his Thunder Swordsman abilities almost useless. In the heat of battle, Lan Tian watched helplessly as his friends, family, and countless innocents perished before his eyes. Regret and despair consumed him. He blamed himself for being too weak, for not preparing for the unknown. If only I could go back in time... he thought bitterly. He laughed at the absurdity of the idea, mocking himself for even entertaining such a notion. What a joke! How pathetic to blame my luck when it's my own weakness that brought us here. As these thoughts clouded his mind, the boss monster—a towering beast of unparalleled strength—appeared. With a single devastating slash, it ended Lan Tian's life, and with it, humanity's final hope faded into oblivion. Beep. Beep. Beep. The sound of an alarm clock shattered the silence. A hand reached out to silence it. Lan Tian jolted awake, confused and disoriented. His surroundings were eerily familiar, yet different. He glanced at the date on his phone: January 2027. Lan Tian froze, his heart pounding in disbelief. He was back in the past, younger and alive. A storm of emotions swept over him—confusion, relief, and hope. Am I in heaven? he wondered, looking around in amazement. But as the minutes passed, reality began to sink in. This wasn't heaven. This was Earth—his second chance. Overwhelmed with joy and determination, Lan Tian opened his system window. To his astonishment, his Profession slot was unselected. He stared at it for a moment, and then a grin spread across his face. "Humanity's last hope hasn't ended yet," he said, his voice brimming with newfound resolve. "This time, I'll change everything.

"Wait," President Mason uttered, his tone low and biting.  Anastasia turned slowly, her heart sinking.  "You looked happy back there when George was flirting with you," he accused, his eyes bored into her. Anastasia froze, her eyes widening in disbelief.  "Flirting?" she repeated, a bitter scoff escaping her lips. "He was drunk, Mason. Everyone could see that." "That's not what I saw." Mason stepped closer, his voice cold. "You were laughing, enjoying it...just like you were with Nicholas."  At the mention of Nicholas, Anastasia's stomach churn.  "Ex...excuse me?" she asked, her voice trembling with restrained anger.  "You heard me!" He yelled at her. "First it was Nicholas, now a coworker. How low can you go?"  The words cut through Anastasia, her fists clenching as she fought back the tears threatening to spill.  She stared at him, fighting the urge to pounce on him when she finally raised her fingers, pulling out her wedding ring. "Let's get a divorce!"  ★★★ Anastasia Stones never expected her life to turn into a whirlwind of power plays, and deep-seated secrets when she got into an arranged marriage with Mason Harrington, the enigmatic, cold-hearted President of a billion-dollar company because of her family's debt.  Their two years secret marriage was built on formality and indifference, with Mason's world revolving around business and control until Anastasia began working in his company, without anyone knowing she's the president's wife. And everything worsens when Nicholas, Mason's estranged half-brother and the company's COO, unexpectedly returns after five years.  His reappearance stirs old rivalries, pulling Anastasia into the center of a storm between the President and the COO of Harrington Tech Corporation. Will Anastasia find her voice and reclaim her independence, or will she remain a pawn in the game of two powerful men? And what happens after finding out she's pregnant for the President?

In a world split between wealth and despair, a family once full of promise falls apart under the weight of tragedy. One sibling climbs to power, forced to become what she once loathed, while the other sinks into darkness, consumed by anger and grief. In the shining city of Abranta, prosperity thrives on anomalyte abilities and advanced technology. But beneath its glamorous exterior lies a society fractured by inequality, where privilege blinds the powerful to the growing unrest below. Across the border, Nexuria struggles to survive in decay and neglect, its people clinging to hope and resilience despite a life marked by suspicion and hardship. As the siblings tread separate but fateful paths, their lives become a web of betrayal, redemption, and the fragile bonds of family. Secrets emerge, loyalties shift, and the cracks in their divided world grow deeper. Will they find the strength to overcome the forces pulling them apart, or will they be swept away, leaving their world forever changed? In this story of power, humanity, and sacrifice, their choices will determine the future of a society on the brink.

It is claimed that 12 celestial zodiac stones have the power of the legendary path of immortality. It is not easy to protect and gain the power of stones. Generations of martial arts masters have spent their lives seeking immortality and power. So, all martial arts clans want to gain power and rule over the world. By blessing of God, the Celestoria clan has the authority of the 12 celestial zodiac stones. But some years later, the news about losing stones burst out like flame in clans. The Celestoria clan lost the stones; they are no longer God’s favorites; they fail to protect. The war started among clans for power. In the meantime, Sadi from a low clan comes, and surprisedly, he shocks all scoffers by unleashing all his power, revealing mastery over all martial arts and magic, as well as his actual identity and the realm to which he belongs. With his strength, Sadi vows to crush his enemies and protect the realm.

Warning! Mature Content Hernia is his to care for and he doesn’t care what the world thinks of that. >>>>>>> “We could date instead,” Hermia suggested, her voice laced with uncertainty. “I don’t date,” Niklaus replied coldly, his piercing gaze unwavering. Hermia blinked, caught off guard. “So it has to be marriage?” she asked, her tone laced with disbelief. “Yes,” he deadpanned, not a hint of hesitation in his voice. Her frustration bubbled over. “But we don’t even know each other!” she whined, throwing her hands up in exasperation. Niklaus leaned forward, his dark eyes gleaming. “I don’t need to know you, Mia,” he said, his voice dipping into a deep, dangerous tone. “When I can feel you… that’s enough for me.” She inhaled sharply, her heart hammering in her chest. “That’s not enough for me,” she countered, her voice firm but trembling slightly. His expression softened, and his next words wrapped around her like a promise. “I would forever cherish you, adore you, and treat you like the rarest gem. I would never let you shed a single tear of pain.” Her resolve wavered, but she shook her head and pushed back. “We’re not getting married, Shark. Just go.” But instead of leaving, he smirked, leaning back with a confidence that rattled her. “I’ll be waiting.” Hermia groaned, exasperated. “Nik, you’re hardly doing any waiting. You’re all over me! We live together, work together, eat together—you’re always here!” Niklaus’s voice dropped to a whisper, raw and pleading. “Then just keep me forever, Mia.” She froze, his honest, vulnerable eyes piercing through every defense she had built. Her heart quivered as she felt the weight of his words sink in. She didn’t know what to do. >>>>>>>> To the world, Niklaus Hathaway is ruthless—a man who takes what he wants, no matter the cost. But for Hermia, the girl who’s lost everything, he’s something else entirely: her unlikely savior whom she couldn’t blindly trust. He’s ruthless to everyone—except her. Niklaus Hathaway doesn’t date. He doesn’t waste time. He only wants what’s his. When Hermia steps into his life, he makes one thing clear: if she won’t marry him, she’ll work for him. Keeping her close is his only goal, and no amount of gossip, jealousy, or family betrayal will change that. But Hermia’s life isn’t as simple as working for the powerful CEO who’s claimed her as his. With an evil stepsister and manipulative parents determined to ruin her happiness, Hermia must fight for her place in a world that seems determined to push her out. Niklaus declared her his from the beginning—and he’ll stop at nothing to protect her, no matter the cost Love has never been this dangerous.

An undead Rabbit, a robot in his head, a guy with vines, a bird girl and a nervous wreck of a centipede? Why do I have to write about them? Huh? I get to be in the story? Uhm... Hey, you. Read Rabbit's Foot. Featuring The best Character ever written in the world: Ra- I mean, This story is pretty 'great'. What do you mean "write a plot summary"? I think I did pretty good. Okay, okay. It's about this guy and he collects hearts. there. Done. Huh? Oh yeah, this book is pretty mediocre, so don't expect much. Buuut Fanservice, right? Wait, was I not supposed to say that? Then tell me that before I say it! Mollia, you frustrate me. What's a good way to get people to read this... Oh, we've got lgbtq+ representation! Yeah. Beat that... Huh? That doesn't automatically make something good? Then... Then why did I write this? Because I had nothing else to do? Fair... I should have done a harem... Rabbit's Foot part 40: Harem Hare. Boom. I'll sell millions. Do harems even sell still? ...You don't know either, do you? I knew you didn't know everything. Ha, in your face... What? I am not- Mollia, I swear if you... Okay, since I'm not allowed to ramble on anymore, I should now mention that I have this thing called a disconnect. Huh? Discord? I don't care how it's spelt! Hang on... Okay, the link is this; https://discord.gg/nW6CfvDe ______________________________________________________________________ (Non Canon Now (yay)) A Chain loving Demon, a Size altering dragon, a Bio weapon with a mimic for a scarf and the Four Horsemen? Huh? I'm not in this part? What, I'm only a cameo appearance!? Oh screw this, I wanna speak to my manager. Huh? I'll get kicked out if I don't do this thing? Fine... Hey you, Reader. It's me, the best character from the last part. I'm sure you're wondering "Rat, why O why aren't you in this part?" Then read Heartbreak Hero first, dummy. But Anyway, the story ain't finished. Not until I deem it is, anyway. This is Rabbit's Foot: Devilish Deals. The one were Panila finally learns to- Huh? That's a spoiler? Are they even gonna read that far? To be fair- Mollia, just let me speak! Fine, fine. Feel free to read, or not. I don't care. At this point it's to stop the madness of- I can't even talk about that? See, look at the witty banter I have with myself. I truly am the next Lenard Divinski. Huh? The guy's a painter? I... I said it wrong? Well whatever one starred in the Matrix movies. I'm the next guy in the Matrix. Well, rat-girl. But hey-ho. Oh yeah, we reached 100 chapters a bit ago... That's it. Hey, can I spoil my entire story in this? Wait I can just do that? Oh hells yeah. Alright, so #### gets with ##### at the end... Did you really censor me? I can't have anything... I'm not just a cameo... I'm more than you. Two Becomes One | One Was Two ___________________________________ [So long awaited update for the series... I'm done with Devilish Deals. Well, this version at least. Much like every good comic book that sinks below expectation after awhile, it's time for a.... wait for it... Reboot (yay). But yeah, Rabbit's foot: Devilish deals is a done deal. Hehe. Well, not exactly done. So basically a Sequel. Because It's pretty obvious a fumbled this fifty or so chapters. So thanks for the support on Heartbreak Hero and hopefully see you at the next book!]

" I want nothing more than to taste your sweet blood on my tongue." His breath grazed her neck, followed by the wet glide of his tongue across her skin. Kerry shuddered, imagining his fangs sinking deep, feeding on her. "We can't do this," she whispered, her voice trembling. "What's stopping us?" "You're... my brother." "And yet, you stir something in me no other woman has." He grasped her hand, guiding it to his erection pressing against her. "You're mine, baby—made just for me." Kerry's life spirals into chaos when her mother marries a vampire. As someone who thought vampires were just myths, she struggles to accept their reality. But nothing could prepare her for her dangerously seductive new stepbrother, who seems determined to make her his. Is their bond a twist of fate, or something far darker?

River, a young wolf, grew up in a household ruled by her domineering father. She had learned to keep quiet and to stay out of his way, for fear of his violent outbursts. Her father's gambling addiction had caused him to sink further into debt, and he had turned to Alpha Colten, a cruel and ruthless pack leader, for help. Colten had agreed to pay off her father's debts, on the condition that River would be given to him as payment. For years, River had been living a nightmare, imprisoned in Colten's pack. She was starved and beaten, her fear growing each day as she waited to see what he would do to her next. She was relieved when she heard that Alpha King Killian was coming to the Silver Creek pack. The rumors of Colten's unsavory activities had reached Killian's ears, and he had decided to take action. However, Killian's arrival had been prompted by something else entirely - a discovery that had filled him with a burning rage. When he had stumbled upon River locked in a dark, damp cell, he had been consumed with fury. He had recognized her as his mate, and he had been horrified to see her in such a state. She had been broken, her spirit crushed by Colten and his son Jacob. Killian's heart ached for her, and he vowed to protect her from further harm. With her trust shattered and her body bruised, it would take time for River to heal, but Killian was determined to help her find peace and happiness once again.

What comes after the end? The inescapable void? A relentless darkness where hope is nothing but a distant memory? Who do you trust when you can’t even trust yourself? When the echoes of your past mistakes haunt every step, and the shadows seem to whisper your deepest fears? I asked myself these questions before and after Z-day. I ask them every waking moment, but the answers never come. They never have, and I don’t think they ever will. In a world stripped of its humanity, where survival is the only law, the truth feels like a luxury we can no longer afford. I know that those left behind are the worst of humanity—the scavengers, the betrayers, the ones who have embraced the darkness. But there are also others who fell at the last minute, those who clung to their last shreds of decency before the end swallowed them whole. Some are burdened with crimes that seem small compared to the horrors that now plague the earth, yet the punishment is the same for us all. The doctrine says that sin is sin, no matter the good intentions behind it. I guess they were right. This world is unforgiving, and it doesn’t care about the reasons that led us here. Do I hate it here? Yes, I do. Every breath I take in this poisoned air is a reminder of what we’ve lost. Do I regret being here? Of course not, because I have a sister to protect. She’s my only tether to what’s left of my humanity, my only reason to keep fighting when everything else has been reduced to ash. My name is Paul Okonkwo, and I will get her safely through this hell on earth, even if it’s the last thing I do. No matter what this broken world throws at us, no matter how deep I have to sink into the darkness, I will be the shield that keeps her safe. Because in the end, that’s all that matters—keeping her alive, keeping her safe, even if it means sacrificing what little is left of myself.

/Excerpt/ Splash! Amber stared at herself in the mirror. ''What is wrong with you Amber??! What is? Ugh..you could've just shut your tiny little mouth up!! '' she said out loud to her image. Dad would've..... ugh enough with him! He was her dirty past now. ''Did you just speak up to the Vale's like that? The Vales? The most prestigious family in the entire world? The family with wealth , power and authority beyond reason?'' ''But you're a Vale now aren't you?'' Amber turned sharply. ''I'm sorry but....who are you?'' ''My bad, I'm Liam Vale. Hadrian's younger brother'' ''Hi, I'm Amber'' she said in that tiny voice hers. ''I know, you're prettier in person'' ''Thank you'' ''I wish to apologize to your family about the way I spoke back there....it was.....'' ''No! There's no need. It only made me realise something though'' he moved closer pushing her back slightly against the sink. ''I don't think you know who my brother truly is....yet'' he whispered. Amber only stared at him as he came closer. He took hold of her hand. ''Hadrian killed his own mother!''

The Dorack men are brutes who come from a long line of shapeshifters. They can no longer shift and have all but lost the instincts to mate. The men are presented with human wives in hopes of breeding. But DaThoren, the brute prince of Dorack, discovers the scent of not his new human bride but the slave girl covered in dirt at her feet. She is nothing more than a dog at their feet, but she seems to pull something from DaThoren, and soon he sinks more than just his fangs into her. "Do you think to trick me into breeding you, Pet?" Only one problem, shapeshifters can't pair mate with a human. Thus begins her story, for she was never just a dog, and she is far from being human. Only a dragon can carry the seed of another dragon.

Once a promising gymnast, Sora Hoshino's world shatters when a devastating injury forces her to leave her dreams of Olympic glory behind. Searching for purpose and an outlet for her restless energy, Sora turns to the underground world of street fighting. There, her unmatched agility, acrobatic precision, and sheer power make her a force to be reckoned with. But with every fight, she sinks deeper into the chaos, her soul becoming more consumed by the violent adrenaline that now defines her existence. Haunted by her past and driven by a thirst for violence, Sora struggles to find meaning beyond the ring. Yet, as she rises through the ranks, she faces enemies who threaten to expose the darkness within her. Old allies from her gymnastics days resurface, and Sora is forced to confront the very emotions and fears she’s been running from. With rivals gunning for her, a mysterious figure seeking vengeance, and her own inner turmoil, Sora must decide how far she’s willing to go to keep her violent edge or if there’s a chance to rebuild the life she once thought was lost forever.

[#Loyalty] [# Captivity] [#Dark Romance] [#Betrayal] [ # Friendship] [# Rivalry] In the arms of the Don: a simple girls'love She felt his mild heart beat against her chest, and his warm breath caressing the side of her face. " I won't persuade you to speak further, or beat you for it. I'll let you speak at your own pace, and at the time you're comfortable to share it with me Amethyst, I won't hurt you----". His soothing, reassuring words echoed in her mind over and over again. The gentle wind, blew across the roof top, across them, making his reassuring words sink into her mind. She realized this wasn't a dream, or imagination, it was real.... " Is Amethyst up yet?"........ " Boss, no time for that...."..... " Don't tell me what to do!............. I get to ask for who I wanna ask....." He growled and got up fuming..... With a reputation for brutality and a charm that was impossible to resist, Don Diablo was the most feared and respected Mafia boss in the city. His chiseled features and piercing eyes, seemed chipped from granite, radiating an aura of unyielding power yet rumors of his hidden vulnerabilities and deep sense of loyalty had begun to circulate, leaving many to wonder what truly lay beneath his imposing exterior. When a Mafia leader falls for his captivating mistress, their whirlwind romance sparks a deadly game of loyalty, power and desire. Dive into the shadows with Don Diablo were loyalty and desire collide.

In the dawn of a new era, legends from previous years past will crawl their way back into the heart of the world of Radaris. The future was made by a past and when that past is covered in the decaying webs of time by those who lost the battle beneath it, new unperturbed waves of truth will claw their way to the surface. Plots that wish to bury the empire in sand to those that intend to sink the whole continent run in the shadows. Will Lucas succumb to visions of a greater purpose of the past or fall to the delusions of those who wish to create a permanent present, a dystopian present? I will also be posting this story on RoyalRoad.com

In a world of opulence and treachery, Seo-yeon is torn between two powerful men: for example, the rather enigmatic Joon-woo and, the other hand, frisky and self-sufficing Hyun-soo. when secrets are revealed and people change their allegiances, Seo-yeon needs to play the game and understand who she should pursue and whose man she should steal. is she going to emerge unscathed with all these upheavals or will she sink in the pools of her conflicts?

This is a story of a guy who loses everything, and then gets it back. Same old new world story, just a different kind of story teller. *** They took away our hunter tags. They had us grow our hair. They gave us a new brand, when we were over there. They staged us out of Dragur, East of the Olim Horn. I guess they call us Slaves, but no one calls us much anymore. There is no fun in killing. I don't want to do it anymore. Karn brought Sorrow. Pookie brought Fear. Milk brought the fly boys. They did work in Undia. I worked mostly clandestine. Some Legends I should not say. We played with better wands. I could use the extra pay. Did Mara give the order? Did venom pay the way? They said we were slaying demons, but it was kind of hard to tell. There is no fun in killing. I don't want to do it anymore. This was before HALO, and Codex was king. Hej atop the rider, he never felt a thing. When our rider caught a spell, and both the mages killed. It pitched us over sideways on some cold Sylph hill. My back felt like it was broken, my legs I could not feel. I kept on slaying demons, but it was kind of hard to tell. There is no fun in killing. I don't want to do it anymore. I never did heal up right from injuries sustained Officially in Torin, unofficially we train. I remember all their faces. They dream about me still. I guess I'm slaying demons, but it's kind of hard to tell. There no fun in killing. I don't want to do it anymore. I speak the cold logistic, that old boys speak so well. Veni, Vedi, Vici. I'll see you in Hel. Maybe it's bravado, or an unspeakable guilt. That village, they were demons, but it was kind of hard to tell. There is no fun in killing. I don't wanna to do it anymore. I've done plenty. What is one more? -Corb Lund *** Come guess me this riddle. What beats shire leaves and fiddle? What is hotter than pleasures touch, and whiter than cream? What best wets his whistle? What is clearer than crystal? What is sweeter than honey and stronger than steam? What will make the lame walk? What will make the dumb talk? What is the elixir of life and philosopher's stone? And what helped Pookie-Baba dig up a tunnel, that runs from Shalamanda to West-Torin? When you are digging a crater, It is the best thing in nature, for sinking your sorrows and raising your joys. Sometimes I wonder, if lightning and thunder, is made out of the plunder, of the reddest hiski and oils. *** If you can keep your head when all about you, are losing theirs and blaming it on you. If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you, but make allowance for their doubting too. If you can wait and not be tired by waiting, or being lied about, don’t deal in lies, or being hated, don’t give way to hating, And yet don’t look too good, nor talk too wise. If you can dream, and not make dreams your master. If you can think, and not make thoughts your aim. If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster, and treat those two impostors just the same. If you can bear to hear the truth you’ve spoken, twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools, or watch the things you gave your life to, broken, and stoop and build them up with worn-out tools. If you can make one heap of all your winnings, and risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss and lose, and start again at your beginnings, and never breathe a word about your loss. If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew, to serve your turn long after they are gone, and so hold on when there is nothing in you; Except the Will which says to them ‘Hold on!’ If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue, nor walk with Kings, nor lose the common touch. If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you. If all men count with you, but none too much. If you can fill the unforgiving minute, with sixty seconds worth of distance, run. Yours is the World and everything that’s in it, and which is more you’ll be a Man, my son. - Rudyard Kipling