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Warning: This book contains mature content. About the story This story is a mysterious suspense and romance story about a girl who had a contract marriage with a mysterious but heartless billionaire in other for her to pay the debts of her father who was on sick bed. Watch how this story unfolds. Avery was a young girl who was used as a collateral to pay for the debts her father owed in form of a contract marriage to a mysterious but heartless billionaire who made her life a living hell not knowing he already fell in love with her at first sight.Will Avery accept his love and forgive him for all what he did ? " Who are you?" She asked calmly as tears kept rolling down her cheeks. Fear was evident in her voice. You don't need to know. The deep voice said and before she could fathom what he was about to do. He stabbed her. Avery was so shock as she felt the sharp piercing of the dagger thrust through her as blood flowed down her abdomen staining her pink dress. She fell to the ground as blood kept gushing out of her stabbed abdomen. James twisted the doorknob and entered inside only to see Avery on the floor. "I love you Avery. I am sorry for maltreating you. James said as he hugged her tightly. Am sorry for realizing late. He said as he held the dying girl in his hand."

The Priest of Hollow Hill For centuries, Salvatore Vernoux has existed in the shadows—once a feared warlord, now a revered priest in a quiet village. But behind his holy facade lies something far darker. His hands are stained with the blood of the past, and his influence stretches further than any villager could ever suspect. He has lived for 500 years, shaping history from behind the scenes, erasing those who uncover too much. None have ever come close to challenging him. Until Leonhardt Vale. A warrior sent to kill him. A man with nothing to lose. The first enemy in centuries to truly threaten Salvatore’s existence. As past and present collide, Salvatore is forced to confront the ghosts of his own making. The dead whisper his name. The past refuses to stay buried. And the longer he looks into the abyss, the more it seems to be staring back. Because immortality does not mean invincibility. And the past is never truly dead.

Kai’s life was small—coffee-stained mornings, cracked recipes, and a system in his head that tweaked toasters and dough like it was nothing. Then the sky shattered. Aliens—Skraiths, jagged and brutal—invaded, tearing his city apart with green-glowing weapons and relentless claws. Superhumans rose to fight back, fire and lightning blazing through the chaos, but Kai’s world crumbled with them. Hiding in his apartment, Kai stumbles on blood—human and alien, smeared on his wall after a superhuman battle. His system, once just a tinker’s tool, awakens, offering him a choice: mimic their powers, temporary and wild, through the blood itself. Desperate, he takes it—stealing pyrokinesis, then electrokinesis, then kinetic energy, each power burning through him, fading fast. But it’s not enough. Armed with a humming Skraith weapon and a body tougher from alien blood, Kai joins a ragtag crew of enhanced fighters—Liv, Rylan, Jace, and Tucker—scraping to survive in a warzone where every shadow hides death. As Skraiths swarm and the city burns, Kai’s system pushes him deeper, analyzing, integrating, crafting minor enhancements—durability, strength, sparks of power that could make him a target or a savior. Government factions, rogue scientists, and the aliens themselves start sniffing around, drawn to his strange tech and blood-stolen abilities. By the time Kai crafts his first super-powered enhancement—an artificial strength boost—he’s no longer just a tinkerer. He’s on the edge of something bigger, something dangerous, where blood and sparks could forge a hero—or break him entirely. In a world unraveling, Kai’s fight for survival becomes a desperate race to master his system, outrun the Skraiths, and confront the truth: the power he’s chasing might destroy him—or remake the world.

Former bigshot, Ying Zijin, woke up one day as the lost daughter of the Ying family, who had been missing for fifteen years. The Ying family promptly adopted another child to replace her. Upon returning to the wealthy family, everyone mocked her for not being as clever, capable, sensible, and elegant as a fake heiress. Her parents considered her a stain on the family and warned her not to harbor any illusions of being a lady of the family. They said she should be grateful for being a foster daughter, or else they would send her away. Ying Zijin: "I'll leave then. No need to see me off." While the Ying family celebrated joyously and others waited to see the real heiress make a fool of herself, influential figures from various fields took action. The top-rated idol with the most influential fans said, "Miss Ying, just let me know if you need anything." The heir to a global economic monopoly said, "Ying family? What's that? Boss, should we just wipe them out?" The number one martial artist in the country asked, "Who dares to bully my master?" The genius teenage boy with an IQ of 228 said, "That's my sister." A man with an incredibly seductive appearance smirked lazily and casually, saying, "Sure, then call me brother-in-law." The influential figures were confused. When the real heiress' true identity was restored, it caused a sensation on the internet. The Ying family went crazy and knelt, crying and begging her to come back. The international powerhouse family said, "Sorry, let me introduce her. This is our real heiress." Reborn as a king, making a strong comeback and launching a counterattack!

Ren Vaelcrest was a failure. Born without the power of an Esper or a Guide, he was nothing but a stain on his aristocratic family's name. Used, discarded, and left to die, his tragic fate should have ended there. But fate had other plans. When Ren opens his eyes again, he is no longer the weak, powerless boy everyone scorned. A new soul now resides in his body, armed with a mysterious system that grants him unparalleled psychic abilities. More than that, the six powerful once destined for his 'perfect' brother are now drawn to him instead. With a new identity as Aaron Mordaine, the adopted son of the most feared mafia lord, Ren returns to the academy, not as a failure but as an enigma. Strong, beautiful, and unreadable, he quickly catches the attention of those who once ignored him. But Ren has no interest in romance. His only goal? Unravel the secrets behind the monsters plaguing the world and destroy the family that once abandoned him. But things are never simple. As the coldest and most powerful men in the academy slowly fall for him, Ren finds himself caught in a dangerous game of love, power and secrets, one where his past and present collides in ways he never expected. Will he uncover the truth behind the monsters before it's too late? Or will the very emotions he refuses to acknowledge becomes his greatest weakness?

#R18, #HAREM, #ECCHI, #SMUT #ROMANCE [WARNING] ****** /THIS NOVEL CONTAINS TOO MUCH EXPLICT SEXUAL CONTENT, CURSE LANGUAGE **** * ** ******* * **** AUDIENCE DISCRETION IS ADVISED The impact rattled my bones, a chaotic jumble of noise and twisted metal. When my eyes fluttered open, the salt-laced air and the endless stretch of sand told a grim story – stranded. A beautiful, almost ethereal woman stood nearby, her gaze distant, and two flight attendants, their uniforms torn and stained, huddled together, their faces etched with fear. We were alive, but that was just the beginning. We weren't just fighting for survival; we were trying to piece together the shattered remnants of what had happened, and understand how we'd ended up here, on this forgotten place.

A Tale of Truth, Betrayal, and the Temptation of Power 1272 A.D. – The Silk Road stretches endlessly, a path paved with ambition, treachery, and forgotten whispers. Sayid ibn Rahman, a Persian scribe burdened by loss, journeys across this treacherous route in search of a fabled manuscript—one said to contain the secrets of life itself. But as his ink-stained hands turn its pages, he finds more than knowledge; he finds temptation. Hunted by a relentless military commander and a high-ranking official, Sayid’s path intertwines with Mehri, a woman shrouded in mystery—an old friend, an unspoken rival. Together, they must navigate a world where words hold more power than swords, and history is written not by the victors, but by those who control the ink. Yet, the deeper Sayid delves, the closer he inches toward the ultimate question: Is truth worth more than power? When betrayal strikes from the shadows and the echoes of an old mentor resurface, Sayid must decide—will he protect the world from the manuscript’s power, or claim it for himself? The road to destiny is woven in silk, but one wrong thread can unravel it all.

Since the Great Fracture and the partial destruction of the Moon, Earth has become nothing more than a wasteland, devoured by corruption. An unknown gigantic sword, emerging from the infinitely distant reaches of the universe, pierced the Unnameable, impaling it upon the star of dreams. Now, humanity lives in a waking nightmare, struggling to survive in a world where Umbra and Lumen wage an endless battle. Cities are built around sacred sites, where Lumen, the only source of purification, is wielded to repel the creeping darkness. But Umbra, with its abominations born of the shadows, relentlessly threatens what remains of humanity. Gaël is stained by this darkness. Umbra flows within him, eating away at his body and mind, and each time he draws upon this forbidden power, he edges closer to madness. He knows his fate is sealed, that his chances of surviving what he is becoming are slim. But rather than cower in fear, he chooses another path. He wants to follow in the footsteps of the Brothers of the Sword. Where the chosen of Lumen purify, the Brothers cut and annihilate. Where the cities hide behind the light, they plunge into the darkness. Feared, revered, and shrouded in legend, these warriors are, for most, nothing more than children’s tales. Gaël knows his life will be short. So before he vanishes, he wants to uncover the truth behind these fables, and if possible, live a brief, glorious saga, cutting down a few abominations along the way.

When Harukou wakes up in an unfamiliar bed, surrounded by luxury and servants calling him Young Master Kael, he quickly realizes something is wrong. He doesn’t remember this place, this name, this life. But as fragments of lost memories creep back, one thing becomes clear: he is no longer Harukou. He is Kael Valor, the weakest son of the most powerful family on the continent. Scorned by his family, ridiculed by the knights, and dismissed as a failure, Kael is a stain on the legendary Valor bloodline. With no talent for swordsmanship, no strength to his name, and a reputation for mischief, his future is nothing but bleak. But when flashes of war and fire begin to surface in his mind... memories that don’t belong to Kael. He starts to question everything. Can he change the fate of this fallen noble? Can he rise from disgrace and prove his worth to a family that has already given up on him? Or will he be crushed under the weight of expectations, destined to live as a weak and forgotten shadow in the house of Valor? In a world where strength is everything, Kael must find his own path, or lose as a bastard of this family. Art by: Justin Cruz

Supreme Degenerate Lust System—the cheat ability that no man should have, but Alex? Alex earned it. This was the tale of a boy who wanked so furiously, so relentlessly, that his own dick—his loyal, overworked, war-torn comrade—finally called it quits and fell off. The same boy who was so hopelessly obsessed with a toothless, wrinkled gilf that he died doing what he loved—slipping in his own divine nectar like a tragic hentai protagonist with a severe addiction problem. He thought that was the end. That his dream—to finally pork a gilf—would go forever unfulfilled. But fate? Fate was a kinky, twisted bastard. When Alex opened his eyes, he was no longer lying in a filthy, crime scene-esque bedroom covered in the stains of his sins. No. He was in a new world—a world of magic, kingdoms, dragons, elves, and all that fantasy nonsense. But Alex didn’t care about any of that. Swords? Magic? Heroic quests? Boring. No, he had ONE mission. A sacred goal. A holy pilgrimage. To finally find the ultimate, well-preserved gilf and achieve his life’s work. And with the Supreme Degenerate Lust System at his disposal? Nothing would stand in his way. Not kings. Not gods. Not even the laws of nature themselves. The legend of the Lustful Fool begins now.

The cycle of life is not infinite—except, perhaps, for Elijah. At 122 years old, Elijah lived a long and successful life—until he woke up as someone entirely new. Now, an anomaly in a mysterious kingdom sustained by magic, he faces questions about his place in a world that doesn't defy the laws of nature, but take them to an entirely new level. For over six millennia, this isolated realm of 300,000 citizens has thrived, its survival bound to the magic that nurtures its air, water, and food. Yet, some whisper that a kingdom refusing to expand is doomed to fall. How, then, has this kingdom endured? As Elijah uncovers ancient secrets, dives into treacherous cave systems, and grapples with the fatal flaws of magic, he learns the truth about existence itself—forces that shaped the cosmos. New alliances rise to confront an ancient plague, and the kingdom's delicate balance teeters on the edge of collapse. In this world, the vibrant hues of freedom and potential are mere illusions, like sunlight filtered through stained glass. Elijah must decide whether to shatter the illusion—or embrace it. ———— This novel goes into great detail about the ways of the people and how it will differ from the suspected outside world. What seems like a population of people who do not have much knowledge, show how they found their way by “feeling”, or by anecdotal(personal) evidence.

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.

He was born a stain in the werewolf code, a phantom in human society. He learned the rules of survival in the rust-stench of junkyards. When three women reached into the abyss to save him: One with ink-stained hands, offering a dagger of salvation; One with a serpent’s silver bracelet, gripping a bloodied scepter; The last with ballerina gauze, hiding a poison-dipped rose. He paid in scars to understand: The cages woven from gold by humans, the thrones forged from bloodlines by wolves—they were all the same prison. When the crimson moon rises, the new king must choose: Let three loves become claws to tear the world apart, Or shatter his pride to forge a path never seen— A third road between species.

Dwarf, great warrior and craftsman, fantasy and lord of the rings. Daily updates!!! Navigates a realm of towering mountains and crumbling ruins, where survival hinges on brutal combat, relentless training, and the iron will to keep moving forward. The world is unforgiving—savage and untamed, steeped in darkness, and stained with the blood of those too weak to endure it. The dwarf’s mastery of crafting and fighting style is hard-won, forged through sweat and suffering. Along the way, he gathers unlikely allies: outcasts and warriors whose fates intertwine with his own, each bringing their own skills, stories, and scars. Together, they face cunning enemies and monstrous foes, each battle a test of their resilience and resourcefulness. But every fight comes at a price. Injuries heal slowly, supplies run thin, and the line between victory and death is razor-thin. In the quiet moments, the dwarf returns to his craft, fashioning weapons and armor from the ruins of his enemies—tools that carry not just strength, but purpose. Each piece he creates is a reflection of his growing skill.

Trapped in a locked concrete room with no memory, Lukas awakens to a chilling note: “You have 24 hours to confess.” A raspy voice from a rusted speaker delivers cryptic clues every hour, each one unraveling a dark past he can’t fully grasp—blood-stained hands, a river’s edge, and the faint echo of a scream. Amid the chaos of his fractured mind, one name shines through the fog: Raisa, a woman tied to him by love, betrayal, or something far worse. As glimpses of her warmth clash with visions of violence, Lukas struggles to piece together the truth. Is he a victim, a killer, or a pawn in a game he doesn’t understand? With time slipping away, the line between guilt and innocence blurs, and the final confession may leave more questions than answers—about Raisa, about himself, and about the door that waits beyond the 24th hour.

In the vast, ever-shifting lands of Florencia, magic is not drawn from the elements, but from the essence of flora. Warlocks and witches cultivate their power through ancient botanical rites, wielding spells infused with the soul of plants. The rarest flowers grant immense power—some can heal, some can destroy, and some can bend reality itself. Kieran Ashthorne, a rogue warlock with eyes like the burning sky and hands stained with forbidden magic, has lived his life as a mercenary, selling his skills to the highest bidder. He’s infamous, not just for his talent, but for his cursed lineage—descended from a bloodline that once shattered the balance of magic. But when Kieran stumbles upon the legendary Blood Lotus, a flower said to rewrite fate itself, he does something no one expects—he offers it instead of wielding it. To who? To a runaway princess, Isolde Varelle, the last heir to a kingdom overrun by an apocalyptic force known as the Rotborn—beings of decay that corrupt magic itself. Isolde, once sheltered, must now learn to fight, and Kieran, for the first time, must learn what it means to protect rather than destroy. Together, they embark on a quest to restore lost flora, rediscover ancient warlock covens, and outrun bounty hunters, treacherous gods, and the shadows of their pasts. But magic is fickle, and the more they use the power of plants, the more they realize—the flowers are watching them back.

At the beginning, he said: “Little concubine from Jiangning County, what an insult to status, I won't marry!” After seeing it, he tsk-tsk: “It's so weak, it's too weak, I don't want it!” When she came to the door alone with a marriage certificate, he stood leaning against the door and smiled subduedly, “Come and let me marry you? But I don't want to marry young!” Knowing that she came to divorce the engagement, his complexion was completely dark, and he wanted to kill someone gloomyly, “Who gave you the courage to withdraw the young master's engagement?” … Su Rong felt that Princess Duanhua might be blind. This person is so pampered, how could it be worth her to die and live for him? If I had known, when she saw him for the first time, she threw the divorce letter in his face. ————————————— The hibiscus pillow is delicate and springy, and the hall is full of flowers drunk without knowing it. ——Su Rong A young man in fresh clothes and angry horse walks, and his whole life is a mistake. ——Zhou Gu Your wish is my wish, I wish to know you early, to protect you with brocade red in the jade hall, break through obstacles, cut thorns, hands are not stained with blood, clean, and I am the gentle and soft little girl I first saw. Your wish is my wish, I wish I had known you earlier, when you were bright and bright, I was careful not to approach, frightened the sparrows, and prayed to turn into the moon in the sky, projected into your arms, to accompany you to see the flowers in spring and the snow in winter, and Changan every year.

In a world where strength reigns supreme, Lin Shu walks a path paved with blood and ambition. Marked by ruthless determination, he seeks power above all else, casting aside weakness, mercy, and anything that stands in his way. His journey is one of endless trials, each battle shaping him into something more fearsome, more relentless. To him, domination is not a goal—it is the only path. His hands are stained with the lives of those who dared to cross him, his gaze cold and unreadable, reflecting the abyss he has embraced. He does not chase honor, nor does he care for bonds; all that matters is the ascent, no matter the cost. As he carves his way forward, leaving ruin in his wake, one question lingers: when power is all that remains, what will be left of the man who sought it?

This is a forgotten era, more ancient than the age of Yan and Huang, where the land was vast, and the sky was filled with the scent of blood.This is a dark period for humanity, a time when the Hundred Clans, more ferocious than vengeful ghosts, burned cities and bathed the land in blood.This is the soul of a slumbering warrior, one who has been dormant for hundreds of millions of years, a soul whose blood burns hotter than the sun, destined to conquer the eight directions and stain the heavens in crimson.... In this world, humanity only believes in itself. They do not seek immortals, do not worship gods, and do not revere Buddha—because all of them are enemies! I am a novice writer, and this is my first work. There may be some vocabulary and grammatical expression errors in the content and structure of the article. I kindly ask for your understanding and patience

"To him, her voice was his favorite sound, her warm breath against his skin his favorite feeling, her eyes, his favorite mirror, her neck, his favorite place to leave his mark of ownership.' Abandoned in a lonely palace tower, Princess Loreille was nothing more than a stain on the royal valentine bloodline- detested, forgotten and easily discarded. When she gets arranged to be shipped off to Galileo - an old ruthless king who rules the kingdom of Vathosa, she gets saved by her mysterious bodyguard whose identity remained unknown. Reagan infiltrated the Valentine kingdom and became Loreille bodyguard to find out the hidden truth that caused his family and kingdom to be wiped off the earth. Revenge burned in his heart as he planned to kill everyone in the Valentine kingdom, his blade was meant for them all including Loreille. However, when he finds her injured, bruised and broken something inside him shifts. Rage was replaced with blood- not at her but for her. The people who hurt her would suffer. Each and everyone of them would experience a different pain than her's worse than death. When past secrets concerning Loreille's true identity and the hidden reason the truce between the five kingdoms broke apart, will they survive the deep rooted Storm that threatens to consume them both and get their happily ever after or will their fate be written in blood?

{ MATURE CONTENT}. R18 They begin to kiss her cuppes her faces pulls her in and kisses her fiercely, Alexa moans and being to grab unto his shirt pulling him in closely Lucas likes the sound he hears when he kisses her like a purring cat and he kisses her more to draw out the sound he hears he draws back. As Lucas's eyes locked on hers, Alexa felt a shiver run down her spine. She could see the desire burning in his eyes, and she knew that she was drawn to him just as strongly. "Let's get out of here," Lucas said, his voice low and husky Lucas took her hand, leading her through the crowded club. They pushed past people, the music and lights blurring together as they made their way to the VIP section. As they reached the stairs, Lucas turned to her, his eyes burning with intensity. "I want you," he said, his voice barely above a whisper and he slams the wall and begins to kiss her . Alexa's heart skipped a beat as she felt a rush of excitement. She knew that she wanted him too, and she could feel the tension building between them. Alexa felt like she was drowning in the kiss, Lucas's lips and tongue exploring hers with a hunger that left her breathless. She could feel the desire building between them, a spark that was igniting into a flame. As they kissed, Lucas's hands roamed over her body, his fingers tracing the curves of her hips and thighs. Alexa felt a shiver run down her spine as his hands touched her skin, sending waves of pleasure through her body. Suddenly, Lucas's hands were under her thighs, lifting her up as he wrapped her legs around his waist. Alexa felt a rush of excitement as she was lifted off the ground, her body pressed against Lucas's as he carried her to the counter of the bathroom . The music blurred together as they kissed fiercely with Lucas hand moving closer to her string in her dress Lucas pulls the dress and the front drops off he sees her nipples plumb and pink and he says " fuck" in italian * cazzo * and he grases his thumb on her erect nipple and he says his voice husky "I want to fuck you so deep you can't stand". Alexa swears "fuck " and he pulls her to the counter front pushes her dress and dips his hand in her pussy and says and draws close to her and says " bad girl you didn't wear panties were you hoping to get fucked tonight " Alexa whimpers and he dips his index finger into her pussy and says " answer Lexi or I am not giving you what we both know you want " Alexa draws in breath and bites her lips but doesn't talk and looks down at the dent in his trousers and curses about to reach for him but he says "no princessa you have been a bad girl girls with no panties deserves to be gifted " Alexa looks and says * okay I did hope you were coming and -------* Lucas adds a second finger and begin to finger fuck her hard and fast Alexa gasps moaning Lucas adds a third finger and fourth she begins to move voluntarily moving with his fingers Lucas draws out his finger sees how wet she is and says "Cazzo" "you drive me crazy " Then he kneels and widens her leg pulls her leg closer and pulls his head in her center and begins to suck, licks from her clit to her center.

In this world of caprice, where light and darkness are reversed, let us drain this cup of irremediable fate. He is the king whom everyone despises and fears, navigating the treacherous game of power. Though he never wields the butcher's knife, his hands are stained with the blood of countless souls. He drains every ounce of strength from her, yet she remains unyielding, using herself as a shield to safeguard him on his ascent to the pinnacle of power. When the sun sets, not even a candle can replace its light.

[WSA ENTRY 2025] In a world where power reigns supreme, Zoey Monroe was born with nothing. Labeled "Mana-less" in a society of Hunters, she was the stain on the prestigious Monroe Family, a shame to one of Sunrow City's most powerful bloodlines. Ridiculed, ostracized, and treated as less than human, Zoey endured years of scorn. Until one day, at seventeen, she made a choice—to leave it all behind. Six months later, struggling to make ends meet in the city, Zoey’s life takes an unexpected turn. After another grueling day at work, she returns home, only to witness a dungeon rift tearing open behind her apartment. Drawn by curiosity—and the desperate hunger for change—she steps inside. But the dungeon is merciless. Death looms over her, suffocating, inevitable... until— [Enough Mana Has Been Accumulated!] [Error! A mysterious system has already been bound to the host. Adjusting...] [Ding! Installing the A Hundred Times System!] In an instant, Zoey's fate is rewritten. From outcast to overpowered, from weakling to warrior—the path to greatness has begun. This is her story.

"I should've seen this coming." "No," he hollered, "You shouldn't have, my sweet scare crow." He took his blood stained gloves off, looking back to the ruins of what Querencia used to be. "All this would've never happened, had you just stayed mine and mine alone." ... Princess Nehemiah Oneirataxia died tragically in her previous life as traitor to her country and the most despiced villainess of the century. The throne of Querencia ended in ruins with the all the Querencia family members slaughtered, at the hands of her and the marquess, Ruthven Fortis- everyone except for the crown prince. The day of her death, however, she was granted a second chance by the goddess of Mercy, by setting the time back 7 years prior. This time around, Nehemiah is forced to learn from her ways inorder to be good and keep her people safe from ever meeting the same fate again.

This modern world was once ruled by elemental forces and primal creatures, but the balance of power has long since shattered. Vampires, Werewolves, Demons, and Humans—each race has carved its own legacy, yet none remain untouched by the tides of war and betrayal. Once, these factions waged battles that scorched the land and stained history with blood. Now, the war has faded into myth, and a fragile peace clings to existence like a dying ember. But peace was never meant to last. A kingdom watches with unease as old wounds fester beneath the surface, as forbidden ties between predator and prey threaten to upend everything. Whispers of rebellion stir in the streets, ancient forces awaken in the shadows, and a forgotten prophecy looms on the horizon. Amidst this brewing storm, a child is born—a being who is the product of two worlds. A hybrid of Vampire and Human, he stands as a symbol of opposing forces intertwined. His existence alone is enough to ignite fury, to challenge the natural order, and to become the spark that could either unite the fractured lands or set them ablaze once more. Secrets buried deep in history will rise. Loyalties will be tested. And in the end, only one truth remains: Power is the only law, and those without it will be devoured. What happens when the past refuses to stay buried? When the sins of old return to claim their debt? This is not a fairy tale. This is the truth they wanted forgotten. Welcome to The Secrets of Chiaroscuro.

The two men couldn't have looked more out of place on the cold afternoon streets of New Hadepee. The first was a scrawny fellow, no taller than five foot eight, wearing a white shirt marred with ugly reddish-brown stains and a pair of plain tan pants. His companion, by contrast, carried himself with an air of quiet authority—a regal-looking man with a neatly trimmed black beard, wrapped in a great black coat with a red scarf pulled snug around his neck. "I heard the man himself has come back," the one in the stained shirt said, carefully balancing on the curb with his arms outstretched. "Oh? And where did you hear that?" his companion asked, turning his head with amusement to watch the precarious balancing act. "Welp, the sergeant major told me to go down to Olker, so I figured that could only mean he's back," the man in the white shirt replied. "Vistor has close cultural and political ties with the kingdom of Olker. Don't you think it's just a protection job?" the older man in black inquired, a hint of humor in his voice. "Oh, come on, Mang, you know they'd never give someone like me a protection job," the man in the white shirt scoffed, jumping off the curb and spinning around a lamppost. The older man—now known as Mang—came to a halt, reaching into his coat and pulling out an envelope. "Well, Tai, I suppose you're wrong." Mang handed the envelope to him. Tai peeled open the envelope, sliding out the letter and studying it carefully. "Oh wow, so Marlin is marrying the queen of those people?" he asked with a shrug. "She is not a queen. Don't let anyone call her that," Mang snapped. "And if her people weren't so damn difficult, we would have annexed them already." "So we let them succeed but not Gascon? Whose idea was that? They're more like us than those humans are," Tai said, frowning. "Gascon was willing to sell to the Emperor for a small chunk of change," Mang quipped. "The Noctrous family was not." "Ok so what's that matter, all we need is a little persuasion to change their minds? We killed the chief of Gnomandale and sent his stuffed head back to them, then they sold Gnomendale to us. All we need to do to get Olker is beat the hell out of Sylvie and she will sell." Tai folds the letter and places it back into the envelope. "Tai, the people of Vistor don't have the heart to see us beat up the Eladrin people like we did the Gnomes, and plus their Chief tramp Silvye is much too pretty for us to put her head on a stick."  "Welp, it's our loss," Tai muttered, spitting onto the sidewalk. "No, it's not. Not if Chester is back…" Tai frowned. "What's Chester gonna do?" "Last I recall, his fallout with Sylvie wasn't just a petty disagreement. Before he died, he built a fleet of ships and hid them in a cove somewhere. If he wanted revenge, all he'd need is an army." "And who the hell would fight for him?" "The same people who fight for us—the poor." This is a prequel to Then Maker, another story of mine. The writing may feel somewhat outdated compared to my more recent work, but it consists of a series of scenes that occur before the main events of the novel. The description is one of my most recent pieces, which is why it differs in style from the rest of the book.

{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.)

【Bloodline Awakening, Divine Race Descends! On the Day of Judgment, a Sword Breaks All Laws!】 When the waste Chen Wen was framed by the sect as a traitor, when the 'Judgment Ceremony' became a noose of fate, the proud scion of the Imperial Race descended from the heavens, shattering conspiracies with overwhelming combat power! The curse of the bloodline detonates ancient power, the divine artifacts of the Imperial Race pierce the firmament, Loulan Shengxue's deep affection and planning, Lu Zhinan's protection and sacrifice, intertwine into an ultimate choice about love and responsibility. On that day, the Divine Race descends, a sword breaks all laws! —To bow down to fate, or to write a legend belonging to mortals with blood-stained skies?

Shrouded in mystery, Long Su awakens in a strange new world with no memory of his past. In this body, three identities merge into one - a broken teenager haunted by the tragic loss of his family, an exiled prince burdened by the weight of his fallen dynasty, and a stranger seeking solace in an new world. As fate binds them together, Long Su embarks on a journey to build a sanctuary amidst the chaos, a place where happiness can bloom amidst the shadows. To achieve this dream, he embraces the perilous path of lordship, where the line between life and death blurs. In this realm, death becomes a weapon, a shield, and a relentless force that vanquishes enemies. Within the confines of a grand palace of death, Long Su transforms into the master of his fate. Upon his golden throne, he greets those who dare to seek his services with a sly smile and a chilling question, "Welcome, dear customer. How may death serve you today?" "Death's Embrace: A Tale of A Lost Dynasty" chronicles Long Su's trials and triumphs as he navigates the turbulent waters of power, forging a legacy stained with blood and shrouded in darkness. -------------------- Three chapters every week. If you have any suggestions please feel free to comment Finally the photo isn't mine if the owner didn't like me us it just tell me and i will remove it

Phileo was never meant to survive. Once a weapon for the Order, his hands are stained with the blood of those who defied them. But the past does not stay buried, and neither do its ghosts. When fate forces him to cross paths with the one person who should hate him most, he begins to unravel the truth behind the life he thought he understood. The deeper he searches, the more dangerous the game becomes. Shadows move in the dark, waiting. Watching. The Order is not done with him—and neither are the secrets they tried to erase. Phileo has spent years outrunning his sins. But now, the past is catching up. And this time, there will be no escape.