Smoke Incense Burner

Samantha never expected to find magic in her hometown, let alone in a dimly lit bar on a rainy Tuesday night. Yet here she was, perched on a barstool at the Black Swan, her world about to tilt on its axis. The air thrummed with an otherworldly energy she couldn't quite place. Ethereal dancers moved like smoke across the floor, their bodies fluid and mesmerizing. As Samantha nursed her drink, she felt the weight of curious stares prickling her skin. That's when she saw him. Marcus. A name she didn't know yet, but one that would soon be etched into her very soul. Their eyes locked across the crowded room, and Samantha's breath caught in her throat. He moved with predatory grace, all lean muscle and barely restrained power. Their first interaction was as intoxicating as it was bewildering. One moment, he was her gallant protector, rescuing her from an overly aggressive drunk. The next, his eyes hardened to chips of ice as he snarled, "Stupid girl," before melting into the shadows. Samantha's mind reeled, but her body hummed with an excitement she couldn't explain. Little did she know, this encounter was merely the first step into a world beyond her wildest fantasies – a realm where vampires ruled the night and pain blurred exquisitely with pleasure. As she delved deeper into this hidden society, Samantha found herself drawn to the intoxicating blend of power, submission, and supernatural allure. The crack of a whip, the whisper of leather, the exquisite sting of fangs – each sensation pushed her boundaries and ignited desires she never knew existed. But with every ecstatic high came the sobering reality of danger. Vampire politics were as deadly as they were intricate, and Samantha soon realized she was a pawn in a game where the stakes were life, death, and eternal servitude. As she left the Black Swan that night, Samantha couldn't shake the feeling that she stood on the precipice of something life-changing. She had no idea how right she was, or how deeply she would fall into a passionate, dangerous dance with forces beyond her imagination. The real question was: in this world where pleasure and peril intertwined so intimately, would she emerge empowered... or lose herself completely?

In the quiet town of Eldridge, where stories of old lingered like rain on dry earth, lived a boy named Nathaniel. At just twenty years old, he was not an ordinary teenager; he had a deep curiosity about the unseen world—the spirits and energies that lay just beyond what we can see. Many nights, he would lie under the stars, thinking about life’s mysteries, the ideas of good and evil, and the balance between light and dark. One evening, as night fell over Eldridge, Nathaniel wandered into the woods that bordered his town. The trees stood tall and ancient, their twisted branches reaching for the sky. He often found peace in this natural space, where the rustling leaves shared secrets and the cool breeze took away his worries. But on this night, a strange energy filled the air—a tension that made him uneasy. As he walked deeper into the forest, Nathaniel came upon a clearing glowing with an eerie light. In the center stood a figure wrapped in shadows, its shape shifting like smoke. The air buzzed with energy, and Nathaniel’s heart raced with fear and curiosity. He had read about spirits that could grant wishes or give power at a price but never thought he would meet one. "Welcome, young seeker," the figure said in a soft voice that slipped into Nathaniel's mind. "I am Zareth, a being tied to realms beyond your understanding. I have watched you closely, sensing your desire for knowledge and power." Nathaniel stood still, captivated by the figure's presence. "What do you want from me?" he asked softly. Zareth laughed, a sound both charming and chilling. "I offer you a pact—a deal that will give you great power for seventy years. You can shape your future, command forces beyond your dreams, and influence those around you. In return, when the time comes, I will claim what is mine: your body and soul." The weight of Zareth's words pressed down on Nathaniel. The thought of having power was thrilling; he pictured himself as someone important—a hero or even a ruler. But deep inside, doubt crept in. Could he trust this shadowy figure? What did it mean to trade his soul for power? Sensing his hesitation, Zareth leaned closer, his form swirling around Nathaniel. "You want knowledge, don’t you? You wish to understand the world? With my gift, you will unlock secrets hidden from mortal eyes. You will be admired and feared." The promise stirred something within Nathaniel—a tempting call that echoed in his heart. He imagined standing tall, commanding storms and bending fate to his will. The fear of losing himself felt distant compared to the excitement of potential. With a mix of fear and excitement, Nathaniel reached out to Zareth. "I accept your offer," he said, sealing his fate with those words. As their hands touched, an electric shock ran through Nathaniel’s body, igniting every nerve with raw energy. A dark symbol appeared on his palm—a mark binding him to Zareth’s will. In that moment, Nathaniel gained power but also became vulnerable; he had traded his future for fleeting desires.

Reborn in the United States in 1995, with all the web novels he has read in his head. Let's see how he uses online literature to skew America's bestseller rankings and become a popular cultural master like Stan Lee. In the 20th century, what is the largest IP in Hollywood? It's comics and web novels! Netflix? It's nothing without online literature! Disney's CEO later claims.

My grandfather is very eccentric, performing daily rituals of offering incense to himself, standing in front of his own spirit tablet and eating candles. Villagers are fearful of my grandfather. I am fearful of him too. Later, I discovered that what they were afraid of was not my grandfather, but me. Even grandfather is afraid of me. ... My name is Chen Shi. The Chen of honesty, the Shi of sincerity.

Five years ago, with just a single sentence from the Kyoto elite, all his loved ones were taken from him. Five years later, he returned from the Dragon King Hall, now the emperor who ruled over eighty-one Dragon Kings. To defy the heavens, there might be exceptions. But to defy the monarch, there was absolutely no chance of survival!

"Three years of marriage and you've been guarding an empty bed—frustrated much?" the distinguished man said, languid with satisfaction afterward. A contract made her Mrs. Mu in name for a term of three years. The night before the contract was due to expire, she slept with the aloof and celibate big BOSS! How to deal with this?! The daily interactions between the woman who just wants a divorce and the big BOSS: "Husband, I crashed that brand-new globally limited edition luxury car you just got!" The man looked up from his work, his magnetic voice enveloping her like surround sound, "As long as you're alright." "Husband, I've bankrupted the company you started for me." "Did you have fun doing it?" "Husband, please sign this contract." Mr. Mu almost reflexively signed his name on this divorce agreement. Gazing at the little woman in front of him, a slight smile formed on his lips, "Why? Weren't you satisfied with my performance last night?" "Husband, I'm sorry, I was wrong!" "Good girl~~~"

so, reincarnation huh? "a lot of good... a lot of bad... balanced karma." "good news you get one boon to bring with you to the next life. unfortunately for you though, you don't get to choose. totally random. ready?" join Apollo in his new life where through sheer luck (good or bad?) is raised by an all hungry, all dominant and all loving hivemind who will burn the galaxy just to see him smile. Hi, I hope you enjoy my novel. It is quite the slow burner so I hope you stick with it. https://discord.gg/uscKDXNxgj

Lily of the Michigan Earl family was always put on the back burner. Even when she fell and got hurt or had a fever, no one did anything for her. Lily thought she wasn't part of the family. She was engaged, but he was the second son of a marquis, in the same situation as her. That's why Lily wanted to start a family with him. But he wanted to marry her sister, Annabelle, and the engagement was broken off. Lily refused to give in to disappointment and used her talents to carve out her own path. Also posted on Alphapolis.

The scene opens with a bloodied battlefield, littered with the lifeless bodies of demons and angels alike, both fallen and holy. The stench of death hangs heavy in the air, mingling with the acrid smoke of the scorched earth. The landscape is a wasteland, a testament to the brutality of the battle that had just unfolded.Not far from the carnage, hidden within the shadows of a cave, lay three figures. Two were gravely wounded, their bodies barely clinging to life. One was the archangel Michael, whose once radiant armor was now stained with blood, his wings torn and battered. The other was the fallen archangel Lucifer, his wings scorched and tattered, his face twisted in agony as he fought to stay conscious. The third figure, In stark contrast to the injured angels, stood tall and composed. His presence was almost ethereal, though his features were hidden in shadow, making him an enigmatic figure in the midst of the ruin. He gazed down at Lucifer, a look of sympathy in his eyes. “I’m sorry that you had to suffer this fate,” he murmured, his voice laced with regret. His eyes shifted to both archangels, and he sighed deeply. “I’ll make it right.” A brief pause followed, the words after “I’ll make it right” lost in a quiet murmur, as if the figure’s voice faltered, or the meaning was veiled in secrecy. The only words that were clear came at the end, filled with finality and determination. “Take this new life and…” Another break in his words, this time leaving a lingering silence. Suddenly, the scene faded, shifting from the cave of despair to a small, dimly lit room. A young man lay in bed, his body drenched in sweat, breathing heavily as though he had just run a marathon. His eyes flickered open, a look of panic written across his face. He bolted upright, the nightmare still fresh in his mind. “Shit, that same dream… when will it stop?” Lucian Cross muttered, rubbing his eyes as if to rid himself of the lingering remnants of the vision. Glancing at the alarm clock beside him, he saw the time—almost 7:30 AM. He groaned, realizing he was running late. With a sigh, he threw off the covers and reluctantly dragged himself out of bed. It was the last day of school, and though he had hoped for it to be a day of relief, it held no joy. It was the day of the awakening ceremony, a day that would determine his future and his job class, though Lucian’s expectations were low. School, in his mind, was nothing but a hellish place. A place where he was used and trampled on, his life a series of miserable days. But today—today was supposed to be different. It was his last day, and maybe, just maybe, the ceremony would bring something good. He didn’t dare dream too big, but a small hope flickered inside him. The vice principal called out, “Lucian Cross, come on stage.” Lucian gulped as the whispers of mocking and ridicule from his classmates and juniors filled the air. He could hear their gossip: “Why is he even here?” “Bet he’ll awaken nothing.” “He’s just wasting our time.” Tightening his fist, Lucian forced himself forward, his footsteps heavy with anxiety. Reaching the podium, he glanced at the imposing white crystal, its surface shimmering with an otherworldly glow. “Place your hand on the crystal,” the vice principal instructed. Lucian hesitated briefly before resting his hand against the cool surface of the crystal. The room fell silent, anticipation hanging thick in the air. Suddenly, the crystal erupted in a dazzling platinum light so bright it was blinding. Gasps echoed through the hall as a celestial-class phenomenon unfolded. The sound of heavenly trumpets filled the room, shaking the very ground beneath them. The heavens themselves seemed to part, and a radiant Roman cross-like gate opened in the sky above. From the portal descended two armies of celestial beings, one side composed of graceful angels, the other of fallen angels. The fallen angels were an intimidating sight. Dark knights clad ...

# 1V1 # AFFECTIONAVECLETEMPS La belle-mère de Shi Qian l'a piégée et forcée à épouser un homme dans le coma. Il avait trois qualités : il était riche, séduisant... et incapable de se réveiller ! Fu Sinian, qui était dans le coma depuis plus de trois ans, s'est réveillé et a découvert qu'il avait soudainement une épouse. Sa petite femme était claire de peau, belle et avait de longues jambes. « Si tu ne m'aimes pas, je n'ai pas besoin de toi ! » a dit Fu Sinian en jetant froidement les papiers du divorce.***Peu après, la célèbre Shi Qian a été prise en photo dans la luxueuse voiture du grand ponte, Fu Sinian. Fu Sinian a publiquement clarifié la situation en disant, « Mademoiselle Shi et moi nous connaissons. »Les internautes : « Vous ne faites que vous connaître ? Ils se déplacent tous les deux dans la même voiture ! On attend que tu nous gifles avec tes mots, Jeune Maître Fu ! Neuf millions de fans regardent et attendent ! » Peu après, Shi Qian, qui était populaire dans le cercle, a été de nouveau photographiée entrant dans un hôtel en même temps que Fu Sinian et n'est sortie qu'après trois jours. Fu Sinian a de nouveau clarifié, « Mademoiselle Shi et moi n'entretenons pas ce genre de relation. Nous ne sortons pas ensemble. »Les internautes : « M. Fu a dû échouer dans sa conquête ! S'il y avait une fille que le Jeune Maître Fu ne peut pas gérer dans ce monde, ça doit être leur déesse, Shi Qian ! »Trente millions de fans ont continué à manger du pop-corn et à regarder le feuilleton ! Plus tard, Shi Qian, qui avait deux cents millions de fans, a eu des nausées matinales pendant la cérémonie des récompenses de la Meilleure Actrice ! Fu Sinian est monté lentement sur scène et a enlacé la taille de Shi Qian en disant, « Merci à tous pour votre attention. Mme Fu est enceinte de notre second enfant ! »Les deux cents millions de fans étaient perplexes. La belle Shi Qian était enceinte de son deuxième enfant ? Ils suivaient le feuilleton à la trace ! Quand est-ce qu'ils avaient manqué un épisode ?

“You’ve been researching for years with nothing to show for it. Why not try something else?” Samia’s tone was sharp, but there was a thread of concern beneath it as she leaned against the doorframe. The room smelled faintly of sterilizing agents, and the rhythmic clicking of keys filled the silence. Dr. Elias didn’t respond immediately. Dressed in his lab coat, he stared at the screen with unwavering focus, his fingers flying over the keyboard. When he finally turned to her, a slow, almost unsettling smile spread across his face. For a moment, he looked like any other scientist lost in his work—until he blinked. The motion was unnatural, his eyelids sliding horizontally across his eyes like a lizard’s. “Samia,” he said, his voice calm but electric with excitement, “I’ve figured it out. This time, it will work.” She opened her mouth to respond, but he was already on his feet, moving past her with an urgency that demanded she follow. They made their way through the sterile corridors of the facility, the fluorescent lights overhead casting a cold glow on the walls. The reinforced chamber was a stark contrast to the rest of the building. Thick steel doors hissed as they opened, and the hum of machinery grew louder as they stepped inside. In the center of the room stood a massive contraption—a web of wires, tubes, and blinking monitors surrounding a sleek, cylindrical core. “What is it this time?” Samia asked, her arms crossed tightly against her chest. Dr. Elias didn’t answer. Instead, he moved with practiced precision, attaching cables and adjusting dials. The air felt heavier here, charged with the anticipation of something monumental—or catastrophic. “Get your goggles,” he said at last, stepping behind the protective glass. He tapped the side of his goggles, the lenses catching the faint blue glow of the machine. Samia hesitated. She had seen him fail before. Years of promises and miscalculations had made her wary, but there was something different in his demeanor this time—something unsettlingly confident. Reluctantly, she turned and jogged back to the lab to retrieve her goggles. The first explosion hit when she was halfway down the hall. The floor bucked beneath her, and she stumbled, her heart leaping into her throat. A deep, resonating boom echoed through the building, followed by a blaring alarm. “Dr. Elias!” she shouted, spinning around. Smoke and dust billowed toward her, and the acrid scent of burning wires filled the air. Part of the ceiling had collapsed, cutting off her path back to the reinforced chamber. And then she saw it. Through the swirling haze, a glowing orb hovered in the wreckage, pulsating with a light that seemed alive. It started small, no bigger than her fist, but it was growing—expanding with an eerie, deliberate rhythm. The hum it emitted was low and bone-deep, vibrating through the air and into her chest. “No, no, no,” she muttered, backing away. Every instinct screamed at her to run. She turned and bolted for the exit, her shoes skidding on the slick floor as she raced against the inevitable. She had barely reached the stairwell when a second explosion ripped through the building. The force of it threw her forward, and she hit the ground hard. Her vision blurred as heat and light engulfed her. Somewhere in the distance, she heard the structure groan as it gave way entirely. Then, everything went black.

The seasoned player of "Abyss of Stars," the [Starfall Master] Li Zi, brings a system template and travels to the game's world, arriving in the era of the game's beta version. This is the worst of times. The cosmic forces and conglomerates collude, causing the doors to the universe to be closed, the planet's resources to be exhausted, and even sunlight to be monopolized. This is also the best of times. All the extraordinary systems are just beginning. In this era, he is the only [Starfall Master] with the final version patch. While people are enthralled by the smoke of plasma guns and cannons, Li Zi has already torn apart battleships with gravity. While superhumans are smug about their awakened abilities, moonlight has already become Li Zi's servant. While the interstellar fleet crosses the Milky Way, Li Zi has just ignited the forty-second star, illuminating the entire universe. "People have been trapped on the ground for too long; they've forgotten that this starry sky should belong to all of us." —Facing the unspeakable aboriginal evil gods, Li Zi, holding a black hole, gently said.

"Ordinary, My Ass!" Look, I didn’t ask to be dropped into a parallel world. But if I had to end up somewhere, at least I got the wife of my dreams. Hot, smoking, and somehow willing to put up with me? I was living the life. Sure, I was just some ordinary guy with no powers, no fame, and no drama. Did I care? Not really. Then I found out my firstborn kid was the protagonist of a novel I used to write back in my old world. Yeah, the one with all the dangerous monsters, overpowered hunters, and a world-ending plotline. Oh, and that mysterious aura stuff? Turns out it’s real. And guess who doesn’t have any? Now, the hunters are eyeing me, the monsters are smelling me, and my wife is way too chill about it all. Me? I’m definitely screwed. Being ordinary sounded fine—until I found out how much of a death sentence it actually was. “I am sorry, Reynard,” said the wife. Okay… she might not be chill at all. The world used to be round. And then it broke. What remained were fragments—floating islands, shattered continents, and ruins of a once-thriving civilization that defied the passage of time. The world was divided: the Claimed Lands, where order and remnants of humanity clung to life, and the Forbidden Regions, chaotic and wild, teeming with danger and untamed power. Between these fractured realms stood the hunters—protectors of the fragile peace and scavengers of a world long lost. They faced the monstrous, the mysterious, and the forbidden, carving out a semblance of hope amidst the chaos. Reynard Bright was no hunter. He was no hero. He was simply a man—ordinary in every way, or so he believed. But in a world as unpredictable as this, even the most unremarkable lives can hide extraordinary truths. As Reynard struggles to find his place in this broken world, he discovers unsettling secrets—about his family, his past, and himself. And when the shadows of his own creations begin to emerge, Reynard is faced with a question he cannot ignore: Was he truly as ordinary as he thought? Or was he bound to play a greater role in the story of this fractured existence? In a world teetering on the edge of survival, even the smallest ripple can reshape destiny. Note: Rewrite. Original Title: Novel's Dad? What to expect: *Single romance *Parenting *Complicated power sets/Auras *Cultivation *Interesting power system *inspired by Hunter X Hunter *inspired by Peerless Dad *inspired by The Novel's Extra

In a world where human-insect hybrids have become the next step in evolution, the prestigious Keet Shakti Academy trains the strongest warriors to protect humanity from powerful threats—Kaiju, rogue hybrids, and the secretive Shadow Core, an organization seeking to reshape the world under their rule. Main Protagonist: Arman Arman, a seemingly weak Smoke Moth Hybrid, enters the academy as an underdog. Unlike other students blessed with powerful hybrid abilities, Arman relies purely on martial arts, intelligence, and strategy to survive. Unbeknownst to him, his true power—the Doom Clock Beetle Hybrid, an ancient and feared hybrid—lies dormant within him.

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

That night, Aegis Squad infiltrated an abandoned laboratory complex to capture a mutated zombie alive for research. The air reeked of rusted metal and decay. "Make sure the trap is ready," whispered Major Pan Colman. Lila nodded, checking her device. "Ready, just waiting for the bait." Hart, tracking zombie movement, looked uneasy. "They’re smarter than we thought. We must move fast." From the shadows, a massive mutated zombie with armor-like skin emerged. "Wait for it to step into the trap," Pan whispered. As the creature moved forward, Lila activated the device. Steel clamps trapped it, sending high-voltage shocks that made it thrash violently. Before they could celebrate, Hart panicked. "Major, something big is moving behind us!" From the ruins, a giant zombie with protruding bones emerged, smashing through a wall with unnatural speed. "We need to move, now!" Pan ordered. The squad hauled the trapped zombie into their containment truck, escaping as the complex collapsed behind them. Inside the vehicle, Dr. Alaric muttered, "This isn't normal mutation. The virus is evolving too fast." Hart nodded. "It’s as if someone designed them. But who? And why?" Suddenly, a loud metallic thud echoed from the roof. "What was that?" Lila asked, weapon raised. Hart checked his tablet. "Something's on top of us! But it wasn’t detected before!" Pan signaled. "Rico, stop the vehicle. Lila and I will check." They stepped out and looked up. A tall, gaunt creature with razor-sharp claws clung to the roof, staring at them with soulless black eyes. "What the hell is that?" Lila whispered. The creature lunged with blinding speed. Pan and Lila dodged, but their bullets had no effect. "Get back inside! Now!" Pan commanded. They sprinted back, Rico hitting the gas. Hart read his tablet. "This thing… it's like a predator. Faster, stronger." Dr. Alaric whispered, "If this was made by Dominion, we’re dealing with a far deadlier bioweapon than I imagined." The creature pursued them, closing the distance. Lila and Pan fired, but it dodged effortlessly. In one leap, it grabbed the steel trap containing the mutated zombie. "It’s trying to take the zombie!" Lila yelled. Pan hurled a smoke grenade, forcing the creature to retreat. The vehicle sped away. Inside, tension remained thick. "We can't keep running," Pan stated. "We need to fight back. And we need to find out what Dominion of Varex has really done."

"Oga kpata kpata! Oga no na isisi! Oga no n' enu!" He greeted his boss who was sitted in the dimly lit spacious office with his back turned to him. "What's new?" The Boss answered with a cold emotionless voice. The smoke from his pipe engulfing the room. "The Alaye don show, he just touch down Chinua Achebe Airspace." The fellow answered, he being part of the activity his boss engaged in didn't flinch at the sight or breathe of the atmosphere almost two inches thick which he stood in the midst of, firm like an Iroko ready to wait on his boss' command. "Interesting! Get her to keep an eye on him, you, keep an eye on them..." And as he spun himself on the swivel to face him, he asked, "Is that clear?" "I dey for you Oga m, I dey for you, asap!" He replied with a slight bow. With a wave of one of his palms, both hands were now rested on the table, he dismisses him. He left with a bow and a final greeting as another guard armed with only a pistol hails the boss and proceeds to shut the door behind him. The boss spun himself repeatedly and when he had finally settled, he smirked as he released puffs of cloud from his nostrils...

Kazuki Katsuragi, a teenage boy who was having a normal life. He was introverted and shy who wasn't able to talk with most people and never made friends. However one day, he disappeared in a mysterious smoke, and reappeared in a completely different world. The world where imaginary powers were possible. What are the challenges awaiting Kazuki Katsuragi? Follow on to see....

People smoke things to get high, but you can't be so high enough to see The Most High no matter how intoxicated you get! "For thou, LORD, art high above all the earth: thou art exalted far above all gods. Psalms 97:9"

In the sweltering heat of a Bangkok suburb, a new semester dawned on the public university, casting a spotlight on the city's most infamous clique: The Elite and The Tops. Renowned among students from various schools and universities for their captivating visuals, impeccable style, and intriguing aura, they were the epitome of youthful glamour and sophistication. At the heart of this tangled web were three individuals bound by a shared trauma: Siriporn "Siri" Ratanawong, the stunning 19-year-old architecture student with a secret she dare not speak; Ratchanon "Chan" Chaiyaphum, the charismatic law student with a penchant for painting and a hidden past; and Sarawut "Wut" Thongkham, the brooding medicine student with a talent for art and a soul tormented by guilt. Their lives had intersected in a tragic dance five years prior, when they witnessed the brutal murder of Siri's older brother, Chaiwat. The killer, shrouded in mystery, had left an indelible mark on their psyches, a scar that still throbbed with pain. As they navigated the treacherous landscape of university life, the past began to stir, like a serpent awakening from a deep slumber. The Elite and The Tops, sworn enemies since their private secondary school days, found themselves unexpectedly reunited at the public university. The tension between them was palpable, a powder keg waiting to ignite. Little did they know, their lives were about to become inextricably entwined once more, as the unknown killer began to weave his way back into their lives, leaving behind a trail of eerie whispers and unsettling memories. The scent of jasmine and smoke lingered in the air, a haunting reminder that the past was never truly buried. As the semester unfolded, Siri, Chan, and Wut would find themselves torn between their desire for justice and their need for survival. Would they be able to confront the darkness that had haunted them for so long, or would it consume them, once and for all?

In the dawn of time, a family of ordinary sailors and fishermen unknowingly stumbles upon a fate that would forever alter their destiny. A goddess, angered by their alleged act of theft against her, cursed them to sail the seas eternally, plundering treasures and pillaging wealth. And they came to be known as the first pirates to ever exist. This curse, however, came with an unexpected twist; immortality. For centuries, the family navigated the treacherous waters, exploiting their newfound gift, to amass power and riches. They became the stuff of legend, feared and revered by all who crossed their path. Their dreaded name, "The Damned Ones," struck terror into the hearts of both men and gods. Years passed, and the goddess, seemingly capricious, lifted the curse, allowing the family to set foot on land once again. But this freedom came with a catch; their immortality remained, a double-edged sword that rendered them invincible and more formidable. And as the ages went by, the family's exploits became the tales told in myths and legends, but they themselves, lived among the humans. They built civilizations, sowed chaos, and reveled in their unparalleled power. Even the powerful rulers and other immortal factions trembled at the mention of their name. They were an overpowered, unkillable set of monstrosities that wanted nothing more than to have fun. After years of separation, the family reunites, only to discover that one of them had gone missing. But that was only just the beginning. A new enemy had emerged from the darkness, one who had in his possession a mysterious and terrifying power, one capable of killing even the unkillable family. The family, driven by a mix of concern and self-preservation, put aside their differences and join forces to vanquish the threat. Allied once again as one, their unyielding resolve and unmatched power would be tested like never before, but one thing was certain– they would not go quietly into the night. They had lived for tens of centuries and have gotten unaccustomed to death. The battle for their existence had begun, and the fate of the world hung in the balance. They fought against both old and new foes, in a world where the supernatural was nothing more than a fairy tale, living up to their mythical title as the... IMMORTALS Sneak peak! The sun dipped into the horizon, casting a bloody orange glow over the battle-scarred shore. The air reeked of saltwater, smoke and piles of dead bodies littered the battleground, their limbs twisted in unnatural poses. Amidst the carnage, a burly man stood tall, victorious over a defeated foe, he remained still, taking in the aftermath of the war. His side had emerged victorious, their enemies laid low. A sense of pride and satisfaction swelled within him, but it was short-lived. But his triumph was short-lived. A sudden sharp pricking sensation in his back prompted him to turn around, where he faced a young warrior, shaking with fear, clutching the hilt of a longsword whose blade had pierced through the man's back and was protruding from his gut. The man scoffed and with a swift motion, he reached around and grasped the hilt, pulling the sword from his body. The warrior's eyes widened in horror as the man withdrew the blade, the metal sliding out of his flesh with a sickening squelch. As the sword cleared his body, the man's wounds began to heal at an alarming rate. The gash in his back closed, the skin knitting together with an unnatural speed. The warrior stumbled backward, his eyes fixed on the healing flesh. "You... you're a monster!" The man's gaze locked onto the warrior, his eyes burning with inner fire. "You're right, i am a monster. Stab me a hundred times, decapitate me, entomb me, cut me up into a million pieces and incinerate the parts... I won't stay dead, I'm 'the' immortal, I can't be killed!" And with a swift, deadly motion, the man jabbed the sword into the warrior's throat, ending his life with a single, brutal stroke

The world around me lay in ruins, a haunting reminder of what once was, my hand squelched in the thick, dark liquid that stained the cracked pavement—blood, pooling from the fallen, a testament to the chaos that had unfolded. Buildings, once towering symbols of human achievement, now stood as skeletal remains, their shattered windows resembling empty eyes staring into the abyss. The air was heavy with the stench of decay and despair, mingling with the acrid smoke that still curled from the remnants of pink fires still burning brightly . Strangely everywhere was silent, as i searched for a sign of life in this hellish landscape, searching for any sign of life or hope. Every shadow felt like a threat, and every sound made my heart race. In this world, weakness was the greatest sin. As I looked down at my chest only to see it peirced by a metal rod and my leg twisted as if ensuring i wouldn't try to walk, i was filled with so much pain that i couldn't think straight as my mind was filled with the death of my parents and the destruction that seems to echo around me. Only the remnants of my humanity and the pain that I was feeling that was judging my presence in this broken reality. I wanted to stay alive i truly did, but the weight of the image of my blood-soaked dead bodies of my parents lingered in my mind, a constant reminder of the fragility of life and the darkness that had consumed us all. Thinking back I thought 'what has led to this.' I recently received inspiration so I decided to integrate into the story rather than outrightly deleting it, so I am rewriting the story from the beginning, only a few things will change so bear with me, I will mention the end of my rewriting when am done

Hazel found herself in the realm of Arcadia where creatures of fantasy lived. Fascinated by what she saw, she was hopeful for a better life but found herself captured, quickly shattering all her hopes of a better life. Just when she thought her hopes of living were all in vain, she was saved and taken to the castle by the king who claimed her to be his destined mate. Hazel later learned that she had magic within her that she was unknown to. She pledged to find the truth about her origin and learn to put her powers to use. But in her quest to discover and uncover her hidden abilities, evil resurfaced, threatening the new life she had built for herself. When faced with the dark secrets of Arcadia, Hazel must fight for her survival and the survival of the realms. ------- Excerpt: Standing side by side, they watched as the crack on the ground grew wider and the black smoke that oozed from it became thicker. Standing beside it were the dark Elf and a banshee who had broken the five seals that sealed the darkness away and kept it at bay. "What is that?" Hazel asked. She could not believe the sight before her. A realm as beautiful as this harbored such darkness within it! On a closer look, she was able to identify Duran but she could not identify the other person standing beside him. "The Banshee," Arzaan replied. His gaze fixated on the two who had broken the seals he placed on the land. Shifting his gaze momentarily from them, he puts a shield on Hazel and holds onto her waist to prevent her from moving forward already knowing what would happen next. "Why are they...? Her words were left unfinished. Her eyes grew wide at the phenomenon that had materialized before them. "What is that?"

My name is Clarise, I was in high school when I had a special friend, her name was Karol… Missis Karol a young math teacher from my school, who almost every day was smoking a cigarette at the smoking area, sometimes with another teacher Missis Stephany. I know that smoking in bad for health, but, for a strange (or weird) reason, I liked to see her smoking. Sometimes I had seen her smoking in the school smoking area and I loved it. One day she caught me watching her smoking… and my story started here.

In a realm where smoke suffocates the heavens and mysteries linger under opulent towers, a man who was never meant to be alive stirs to a reality he cannot recall. Li Weiran, a disgraced biochemist from Earth, perishes in a horrific experiment of his creation—only to revive as Adrastos Kain, a disgraced noble condemned to die in the polluted city of Cindralis. Faced with an enigmatic system interface and memories that do not belong to him, Adrastos is propelled into a struggle for survival against creatures, plots, and the boundaries of his humanity. Blessed—or burdened—with a parasitic power that drains blood and distorts his ethics, Adrastos maneuvers through a complex maze of political machinations and otherworldly terrors. Pursued by the Council of Twelve, tormented by the murmurs of a deity confined in the Labyrinth, and provoked by a system that feeds on his agony, he must confront the shadows within to uncover the enigma of his transmigration. Yet as the blood he drinks transforms him, the distinction between man and monster becomes unclear. Is he able to reveal the reality of the Labyrinth Society and his own opportunity for redemption, or will he transform into the wickedness he was destined to eliminate?

Welcome to Hell's Gate City, a sprawling metropolis inspired by Venice and the industrial heart of the Pride Ring. Situated in the Sea of Pride-a marshy region dominated by rivers, swamps, lakes, and towering factories-Hell's Gate is a city where pollution fills the air and danger lurks in every shadow. In this story, you'll follow Kain Longheart the rhythm demon, blind and former Pentagram City musician, who has left his old life behind to open Veildark Records a record label. Join Kain, his crow companion Greasy, Lenian Bloodbite, Rash, and other original characters on a near-lethal underground hunt for the Recorder-a device containing the only known recording of the infernal melody. Brace yourself for a journey where blood and jazz collide, all within the hellish landscape tied to the Hazbin Hotel universe. Ready to breathe in the smoke of the factories and dive into the dark canals of Hell's Gate City? Then let the hunt begin.

Warnings: Smut/Suggestive Themes/ Smoking / BL / LGBTQ / Suicide / Self Harm / Lengthy Chapters /

Named Blazewardic, known as Blaze never imagined a debt of 60 million Celestial Stone would be slapped on his face as soon as he ascended Heaven Realm. Unlucky as he seems, the only luck he had was the grace of the Heavenly Emperor who took his power and offered him to be the subject of the 'Divine System' and paid 50 percent of his debt. The real problem hadn't started yet, but it got interesting when he was made the 'True God' over the Slave Realm, and his first divine quest began with; [Divinity must cultivate rice to feed the starving] The powerless God, known as Blaze, looked at the cracked-up soil, then at the smoke-covered sky with no sign of rain, and finally at the tree-less surroundings with eye-threatening greyness. "..." God, how the hell am I supposed to cultivate in this place!!? Oh hell, I am God... hahaha? ***

A compelling and ravishing love story collection of LGBTQ+ short stories that invites you to explore the diverse and new experiences. Although there are few of them smoking hot but some are soft-Love stories. "Mature Content And NO Rape", Totally fictional Short-Stories Series 1)Front Desk Letters. 2) Pride and Perceptions. These stories are not only windows into unique journeys but also reflections of universal desires for love, acceptance, and belonging. Together, we hope to contribute to a world where every individual, irrespective of their gender identity or sexual orientation, can live authentically, love wholeheartedly, and find the acceptance they deserve.