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Caelum sempre foi um pária. Ridicularizado, abandonado e traído até pelos que deveriam amá-lo, sua existência foi marcada por dor e solidão. No fundo do poço, ele decidiu encerrar tudo... Mas a morte não foi seu fim. No vazio entre a vida e a morte, uma voz sussurrou: "Acorde, Caelum. Você ainda tem um propósito a cumprir." Diante do desconhecido, Caelum riu, sem emoção. "Propósito? Se até a morte me rejeita, então que seja. Mas desta vez, eu escolho o meu próprio caminho." Agora, renascido em um mundo governado por magia, deuses e criaturas míticas, Caelum se vê forçado a aceitar uma missão impossível. Mas ele não é um herói. Ele não luta por justiça ou redenção. Seu objetivo é um só: alcançar o poder absoluto e destruir qualquer um que tente controlá-lo. Nesta jornada brutal, ele enfrentará traições, segredos antigos e inimigos que desafiam até os deuses. Mas uma coisa é certa—dessa vez, ninguém o fará ajoelhar.

Nikola Tesla, the man who lost all to the man's greed, awakens to find his dream… twisted into reality. Reborn as an orphan named Kim in a land of medieval knights and commonplace magic, he's lost his memories but not his spark. A mysterious pigeon familiar whispers forgotten truths, and flickers of electric power hint at a destiny far grander than a humble orphanage. What is this world? Why is he here? And will he once again fall for the capitalistic betrayal or pave his own way? Embark on a journey of redemption, magic, and electrifying innovation.

[Warning: Mature Content R18+] The taste of forbidden love is the sweetest agony!! They were fucking right. I, Frery Kane was whipped and captivated by a Lycan Shifter from the Bay Shifter pack in Paradise Bay. Drawn to him like a moth to a flame, an irresistible pull I couldn’t deny. Alpha Tor Gale, a Lycan Shifter of unparalleled strength, only of his kind, his blood as intoxicating as ambrosia, his presence a temptation, I couldn’t escape. He made me crave more than I should or was allowed. In Paradise Bay, Vampires and Shifters are bound by ancient laws, their rivalry etched into the marrow of our existence. To meet him was to defy centuries of hatred; to love him was to risk everything. Each secret meeting was a dance with death, a betrayal of the Paradise Vampire Coven, and a rebellion against the laws that chained us. But Tor was my forbidden desire, my beautiful torment, and my greatest weakness. I knew the cost of this love, a love that could ignite war and destroy us both. But how could I resist the one thing that made my immortal heart beat once more? Excerpt from Alpha Tor's POV: “So you’ve been following me,” Tor’s deep growl echoed in the icy cavern. His golden eyes caught the flicker of torchlight. His breath misted in the freezing air, curling like smoke between them. “What gave me away?” I responded my voice as low, deep, and steady. Tor laughed a deep rumble that shook the cavern walls. “You reek of desperation. Do you think I didn’t notice your scent clinging to the trees? Are your footprints melting the frost? What is it, vampire? What do you want from me?” My jaw clenched and my gaze didn’t waver. “Your blood,” I taunted as my voice was laced with coldness to see if he could be threatened by my words. “Your kind is... intoxicating. Forbidden. I can’t stop myself.” I expected him to cover but he stepped forward and responded “If it’s my blood you want,” he murmured, his voice low and teasing, “then come closer and take what you need” The words struck me like lightning, and a fiery heat surged through my veins. My beast clawed at my control, drawn to him in a way that defied logic. His gaze held mine, and for the first time in my life, I didn’t know whether to run or to stay. ___________________________________________________________________________________________ In the end, they called me a betrayer. A traitor to the Paradise Vampire Coven. But how could I hold back when I had tasted something far sweeter than immortality? Alpha Tor was my forbidden fruit, the Lycan Shifter Alpha who defied everything I was taught to hate. But when I surged forward, ready to face anyone who dared stand between us, fate revealed the old prophecy hidden in Hanka Island. Alpha Tor wasn’t just my lover, he was my lifetime mate, our bond blessed by the ancient magic of Hanka Island itself. And our love was not meant to follow the rules, it was meant to break them.

The story have some dark sides and have herem(Not detailed]. Mc is really a evil.. ________ Hey… my name is Noel. Noel Vence. I was just a normal university student—a hardcore otaku who spent more time reading web novels than studying. My life was simple: wake up, go to class (or skip it), binge anime, and repeat. But that normal life shattered in an instant. It was supposed to be an ordinary evening. I was walking home after another long day, completely lost in thoughts about the latest murim novel I had been reading. Then… it happened. The sky split apart. A deafening roar echoed through the city as massive, glowing rifts tore open in the air. From those rifts, dark figures emerged—monsters. Real, living, breathing monsters. Dungeons had appeared on Earth. At first, I thought it was a prank, some kind of crazy sci-fi event. But the screams, the blood, the buildings crumbling under the weight of unknown creatures… it was all real. Too real. I didn't panic. Maybe it was because I had read too many apocalypse stories, but my mind adapted fast. Unlike the terrified crowds running in every direction, I immediately understood the situation. These were low-level dungeons. That meant low-level monsters. But for normal humans… this was a nightmare. Then, my heart dropped. Mom. My mother was sick. My father was overseas for business, leaving her alone at home. If one of these monsters got to our house before I did— I ran. Faster than I ever had in my life. The streets were in chaos. Creatures that looked like goblins and kobolds were slaughtering anyone they could find. Buildings were burning, cars overturned. But none of that mattered. I sprinted, dodging through alleys, taking the fastest possible route home. By the time I reached our house, my hands were shaking. The door was broken. I stepped inside. A sharp, gut-wrenching stench filled the air. Blood. My mother's body lay on the floor, lifeless. A goblin stood over her, a crude knife dripping with fresh blood in its hands. My mind blanked. Something inside me shattered. My chest tightened, my breath quickened. Rage, grief, disbelief—all my emotions exploded at once. I couldn't control it. Then, something impossible happened. A sharp, burning sensation filled my palm. And in the next moment— A spear materialized in my hand. The goblin turned, its yellow eyes gleaming with cruel amusement. It snarled and charged. I barely reacted in time, lifting the spear in reflex. The goblin's knife scraped against the wooden shaft, sending vibrations up my arms. The impact nearly knocked me off balance. Too strong…! Before I could recover, the goblin lunged again. I twisted my body, barely avoiding a stab aimed at my throat. My grip tightened on the spear, and I swung wildly. The tip scraped against the goblin's side, drawing blood. It shrieked in anger rather than pain, retaliating instantly. A sharp pain exploded in my left shoulder. The goblin's knife had found its mark. "Gah—!" I stumbled back, gasping. Blood dripped down my arm, pain burning through my entire body. But I couldn't stop. I wouldn't stop. The goblin rushed in for the kill. My mind raced. I had no formal training—just instinct and the stories I had read. But that was enough. I spun the spear, forcing the goblin to step back. For the first time, hesitation flickered in its eyes. I pressed forward, stabbing with all my strength. The goblin dodged, but I adjusted my grip mid-strike and swung the shaft instead. The wooden handle cracked against its ribs. The goblin howled in pain. I didn't give it a chance to recover. I thrust forward again, this time aiming for its leg. The spear pierced flesh. The goblin collapsed onto one knee. Adrenaline surged through me. I raised the spear over my head. Then— The goblin grinned. My instincts screamed at me to move, but I was too slow. The goblin lunged one last time, its blade sinking into my side. I gasped, my vision blurring. Pain roared through my

Read one weeks worth of chapters :: https://www.patreon.com/yezar When the world speaks, he listens. When the heavens decree, he defies. And when silence falls… the world will tremble. In a world where words shape fate and silence is a curse, a lone figure walks the path of cultivation—wordless, unseen, and feared. Born into obscurity, he was once an ordinary aspirant, a nameless youth left alone after the tragic demise of his adoptive parents. He dreamed of stepping onto the path of immortality, yet fear held him back. That hesitation cost him everything. But the heavens do not wait. Far into the future, at the peak of an ancient celestial gathering, the decree of the heavens descended. "Accept the heavenly decree." He stood there, silent as ever. "..." The murmurs of the elders filled the void, voices heavy with awe and confusion. "Congratulations... you have been chosen as the next—" Before the words could be completed, a flicker of unseen force erupted. A breath. A thought. A mere glance. In the next instant, the one who spoke was gone—erased from existence, as if he had never been. Silence returned. Yet, silence does not mean death. For in the unseen, in the unspoken, a great Dao stirs. A sovereign rises, not with words, but with an unwavering will. And the world will learn—silence is not weakness. It is a storm waiting to erupt. [What to Expect?] A mute protagonist whose silence hides a deeper mystery. Ruthless cultivation world where strength reigns supreme. Dao of Silence—a path unseen, feared, and misunderstood. Schemes, betrayals, and a fate even the heavens fear.

After getting stranded in heavy rain, Zixuan and her five friends seek shelter in a mysterious bus station—one they swear was never there before. The moment they step inside, the entrance vanishes, trapping them in an endless, shifting nightmare. Paranormal creatures hunt them, and each room demands a deadly sacrifice. One by one, her friends begin to disappear in horrifying ways. Just when Zixuan thinks it's over, she finds herself back at the station. A neon sign flickers overhead: "Start Over." Will their nightmare ever ends?

Talyra starts experiencing vivid dreams of a world she doesn’t recognize—ruins, a glowing pendant, and the feeling of being someone else. Strange emotions hit her at random moments—an ache when she sees the ocean, a flicker of fear when shadows stretch too long. Her art reflects things she’s never seen before: a knight with storm-gray eyes, a red-haired woman with twin daggers, a crumbling temple.

The Shadowmourne Chronicles follows a dark and mysterious journey across a fractured multiverse teetering on the edge of destruction. At its heart is a family of unlikely beings drawn together by fate: Jack, a hardened, magic-infused killer; Poe, a witty, calculating bloodhunter with his own hidden agenda; and Kol, an ancient dhampir in search of answers. These three are known as The Phantom Trio. As ideals, schemes, and magic and power collides, they navigate a world scarred by wars, ancient powers, and systemic forces. Their fates intertwined. The characters must confront not only each other, but their deepest fears, desires, and past sins, forging uneasy alliances and uncovering secrets that could reshape the very fabric of reality. In The Shadowmourne Chronicles, nothing is ever as it seems, and in the shadows, even the smallest flicker of light could mean the end of everything.

Ding! {You've awakened the Echo System.} Scarlett Jerkins' dream was simple: wealth and the freedom to indulge. But when she let love in, she regretted it as her life was brutally cut short by her husband's family, ending a six-month coma but fate had other plans. Scarlett's eyes flickered open to an unfamiliar world, guided by an enigmatic system that revealed her new reality: an apocalypse world where monsters born from history deceased roamed free. She discovered that she was among the chosen members chosen by the system destined to save humanity. But this newfound purpose felt like a curse. Having escaped death only to face it again was a cruel twist of fate. And to make matters worse, her life was now tied to Garvin Johnson, her former rude, spoilt brat boss, whom she must protect at all costs. As she navigates this treacherous realm, she must confronts twisted creatures born from history's deceased. With the three elements at her command, she must gather resources, slay monsters, and safeguard Garvin. Scarlett's drive for survival becomes a quest for redemption, fueled by her past traumas and newfound purpose. As stakes escalate, Scarlett and Garvin face impossible choices, forging alliances with other chosen members who were handsome men and confronting enemies in a desperate bid to ensure humanity's survival.

No segundo ano de casamento, Yvette Thiel estava grávida. Yvette estava cheia de alegria, mas recebeu um acordo de divórcio. Em um acidente de carro, Yvette jazia numa poça de sangue e implorou a Lance Wolseley para salvar seu filho, mas Lance partiu com sua amada nos braços. Yvette estava desanimada e aos poucos fechou os olhos. Mais tarde, soube-se que Lance de Nova Iorque tinha um nome proibido e que ninguém podia mencioná-lo. No casamento, Lance de repente enlouqueceu. Ajoelhou-se no chão e olhou para a mulher cruel com olhos vermelhos. "Você está grávida do meu filho. Com quem você quer se casar?"

Ethan Vale was nothing special. A university dropout, a shut-in obsessed with brutal, punishing RPGs, and a man who knew strategy better than he knew real life. But when his screen flickered with an ominous error message and the world around him shattered, he awoke in a land that should not exist—The Hollow Domain, a place where gods have long since died, where eldritch horrors rule, and where kingdoms of the damned crumble beneath an unending curse. He had no weapons. No powers. No divine destiny. But he had intelligence—and the curse of resurrection. Every time he dies, he returns to the same ruined citadel, his body restored but his mind forever scarred. Pain is not a fleeting experience here—it is absolute, relentless, and unforgettable. Every death is a lesson written in agony, each resurrection a cruel reset in an unforgiving world. The creatures here do not simply kill; they break. They torment. They consume. Survival is not guaranteed. Sanity is optional. But Ethan is determined to carve a path through the madness, to outthink the horrors that lurk in the shadows, and to uncover the truth behind the Hollow Domain. Because something is watching him. Something is waiting. And it wants him to suffer.

Centuries after the infamous Blood Wars, an uneasy ‘peace’ has emerged between werewolves and vampires, yet the air crackles with underlying tension, hinting at the volatile nature of their coexistence. This fragile peace rests on the sacrifices of innocent werewolves, as the werewolf council has been compelled to provide blood slaves to the vampire houses every year. As the cycle continues, one name rises to the surface, Camren Moon. Enter Camren Moon, a wolfless outcast within his pack, adopted and ostracized. Little does he know, his life is poised for a dramatic shift. Through a chilling twist of fate he is thrust into the role of a blood slave by his alpha, destined for the infamous House Bloodthorne. This house, notorious for its ruthless reputation and the formidable presence of Silvan Bloodthorne, casts a long shadow; his name inspires dread even among his own kind. Silvan is the fabled King of Death, shaped by blood and darkness, a vampire whose legacy is built on spilled blood and treacherous deals. Having risen from unimaginable depths, he now reigns supreme over the mightiest house, commanding respect and fear in equal measure. As Camren enters this new, harrowing chapter, he realizes he has been sentenced to death; no blood slave has ever survived Bloodthorne. Silvan Bloodthorne, the King of Death, is a figure of blood and darkness, whose ascent from the abyss to the pinnacle of power is steeped in treachery and violence. As Camren grapples with the death sentence that comes with his servitude, a flicker of rebellion ignites within him. He refuses to submit to fate—he will either claim his freedom or perish trying. Yet as Camren attracts Silvan’s twisted obsession, he crafts a daring plan to seduce the very essence of death. But forging a bond with the devil can unleash unimaginable consequences. An intoxicating and forbidden chemistry simmers between them, blurring the line between sanity and hysteria. Is he falling for the dark ruler of House Bloodthorne, or is this attraction merely a façade? As ancient bloodlines stir within him, Camren finds himself unwittingly caught in a treacherous game of chess—a game where trust is a currency, and even those closest to him may harbor betrayal. He stands on the precipice of a world filled with dark schemes, ancient prophecies, vengeful vampires, feral wolves, cunning witches, and calculating humans. As the intricate web unfolds, can Camren survive the impending chaos? Will his relationship with Silvan be the dawn of a new era or the catalyst for destruction? And can he unearth the hidden powers within himself before they lead to ruin? Welcome to my first fantasy story! I've always harbored a love for this genre, and now I’m excited to share my own journey through it. I eagerly anticipate your thoughts, and constructive criticism is always appreciated. If you spot any errors, I’d be grateful for your help in correcting them. Please note: The story features straight couples alongside the main LGBTQ+ pairing, so be sure to check the tags for more information. To any future critics, while respectful feedback is welcomed, I won’t tolerate baseless hate against my characters or story. I have a spirited defense ready, so consider this a fair wwarning Thank you for stopping by! I hope you'll give this book a chance, and if you enjoy it, I’d love your support through comments, votes, and gifts as we embark on this thrilling adventure together.

Since time immemorial, a brutal war between humans and demons scorched the earth, leaving the world on the brink of eternal darkness. For centuries, humanity struggled against the tides of chaos, until the divine Devas, supreme gods of light, intervened. With their aid, humans finally crushed the demon legions, and hope for peace flickered at last. But just as the end of war seemed within reach, the Demon Lord unleashed one final, catastrophic curse—one that would forever alter the balance between good and evil. Instead of fading into myth and legend, the war spilled across time, stretching its dark claws into the modern world, entwining itself with the fate of a new generation. Enter Aramiya Ryuu, a seemingly ordinary high school student in a quiet town—until strange, unsettling events begin to unravel his everyday life. As shadows stir in the corners of his world, his dormant powers awaken, pulling him into a realm of magic, danger, and hidden truths. With mysterious new allies at his side, Ryuu must quickly learn to master the powers within him—powers he doesn’t yet understand, but which may be humanity’s last hope. The demons are relentless, and the forces they serve now wage war in the modern era, threatening to plunge the world into chaos once more. As he delves deeper into the truth behind the Demon Lord’s final curse, Ryuu finds that his own past is entwined with dark secrets, ones that could reshape the future of humanity—and the war itself. In the face of unimaginable threats, he must confront his destiny, balancing love, loyalty, and the weight of a world that rests on his shoulders. Will Ryuu rise as the hero humanity needs, or will the demons finally succeed in their quest for domination? As old battles merge with new dangers, the ancient, eternal war begins again—this time, in a world far more vulnerable to its dark power.....

'Hmmmm...so I just have to witness the skill being used to copy it...then I can evolve this skill ten times it's initial power?' Nox was skeptical as he looked at the screen flickering on his retina. I mean, how was something so insane even possible? Copying a skill itself was very bad-assed, and you mean to say he could evolved the copied Skill ten times it's initial power, exponentially surpassing the original owner? Why would the gods let such broken talent even exist? 'Well it's just one way to find out...' Luckily just then, he saw two powerfull beings fighting mid air. Their fight sent shockwaves billowing in all directions, causing Nox to take a couple of Steps back. At that moment, he activated his talent... [Mimicry activated!] [Target: Cosmic Entity Arkea - Successfully copied Skill "Gravity Manipulation"!] [Description: Gravity Manipulation Creates a localized gravity field, slowing enemies within a 5-meter radius by 20% for 5 seconds.] [Upgrading Gravity Manipulation 10x!] [Ding! You have Awaken Gravitational Singularity!] [Description: Gravitational Singularity Creates a singularity that pulls in enemies within a 20-meter radius, dealing 5,000 damage and stunning them for 5 seconds. Allies within the area gain a 30% damage boost for 10 seconds.] [Do you wish to keep this skill or bestow it to your Pet?] "No fucking way!" Nox exclaimed in shock. "I-its real!"

He just became the newly-crowned movie emperor when he died a tragic (actually, very stupid) death. On his way to cross the NaiHe bridge, he managed to evade Meng Po and not drink her soup. Thus keeping the memories of the life that he just had. But he would never have imagined that he would be reincarnated hundreds of thousands of years later. In the Interstellar era! If it happened to other guys, they would definitely want to be a mecha warrior. Don't most men dream of that at least once in their life? But sadly, that's not for him. There's only one goal in his mind - to be the number one star in the Interstellar era. With the knowledge and skills he got from his past life, he would definitely achieve it. But who was this annoying person who kept on pestering him? A certain prince smiled in a scary and crazy way: Cook food for me or else die. = a few months later = A certain prince leaned over and moved his face closer: I don't need food, I could just eat you. A bad tempered yandere gong X a reincarnated movie emperor shou *NaiHe bridge - a bridge that souls crossed to enter reincarnation **Meng Po - the lady on the Naihe bridge who gives out soup that lets the souls forget their memories, thus entering the cycle of reincarnation in a clean slate. Twitter: @tyramisu_wn IG: @tyramisu_novels

In the Kingdom of August, where magic defines greatness, Cynus, a boy born with only a flicker of fire magic, dreams of becoming the strongest wizard. Mocked for his weakness but fueled by unshakable determination, he sets out on a journey to master the rare and powerful elemental flames. Along the way, Cynus forms bonds with allies chasing dreams of their own, challenging the limits of magic and destiny.

“Rate that one,” Ethan whispered, sidling up to me as I tried to swallow my frustration. He gestured toward another girl walking by with her father—a tall man with a belly that strained his too-small suit jacket. “Girl’s a solid six,” Ethan murmured, barely holding back his grin. “Dad? Three. No, wait. Two-point-five. Those shoes are a crime.” “Piss off,” I hissed, though the corner of my mouth twitched. Teely joined him, holding two champagne flutes, one of which she offered to me. “You look like you need it.” “Gee, thanks,” I muttered, downing the drink in one go. It didn’t help. Teely laughed softly. “Relax, Luca. You’ll survive this. Probably.” “Only because I haven’t strangled anyone yet,” I shot back, earning another chuckle from Ethan. “Seriously, though,” Ethan said, dropping his voice. “You’ve gotta pick someone, or your dad’s gonna lose his mind. And let’s be honest, the guy doesn’t have much sanity left to lose.” I sighed, rubbing the back of my neck. “I’m not picking anyone. None of these people matter.” “Your funeral,” Ethan said with a shrug, though there was a flicker of understanding in his eyes. He knew. He always knew. The night dragged on, every interaction blurring into the next. Girls smiled politely, their fathers talked about alliances, and I nodded through all of it like I wasn’t seconds away from bolting out the door. Then it hit me. A scent. Faint, but unmistakable. It was like rain on warm soil, mixed with something sweet and soft—something her. My chest tightened, my wolf snapping to attention like someone had just poured gasoline on a fire. I froze, the world around me dimming as I tried to track it. My head snapped to the left, then to the right. Where? Where was it coming from? “Luca?” Ethan’s voice sounded far away, like it was coming from underwater. There. My eyes locked on the grand staircase at the far end of the hall. A girl was descending, her dress shimmering in the light like it was made of emeralds. Her movements were slow, almost deliberate, and I couldn’t see her face yet. But I didn’t need to. My heart hammered in my chest, each beat louder than the last. She was holding the arm of a man—tall, broad-shouldered, and irritatingly familiar. But I couldn’t focus on him. Not when she finally turned her head, her face coming into view. Quinn. My legs nearly gave out. My breath caught, my wolf howling inside me. It was her. After everything, she was here. And she wasn’t alone. ******************************************************************* Seventeen-year-old Quinn Wayne moves with her family from bustling New York City to a secluded, mist-shrouded town in Alaska, where her parents have purchased a dilapidated inn. Surrounded by dense forests and towering mountains, the picturesque town promises a fresh start—but Quinn quickly realizes it holds secrets far darker than she could have ever imagined. In this epic journey of love, sacrifice, and self-discovery, Quinn must rise as the Lunar Guardian, embracing her newfound powers and her identity as Luca’s mate. The path ahead is uncertain, filled with loss, triumph, and transformation. But one thing is clear: the choices Quinn makes will forever alter the balance between humans and werewolves—and determine whether love can conquer even the darkest of curses.

DISCLAIMER: THIS BOOK CONTAINS MATURE ********************************** “You summoned me. Explain why.” “I—uh—” she stammered, her brain fumbling for words as her hands clutched the edge of her blanket, gripping it like it was a shield. “I didn’t mean to? I mean, I did the ritual, but I thought it was fake! I wasn’t expecting… you.” His sharp brow arched, the faintest flicker of irritation crossing his face. “You tampered with powers beyond your understanding for amusement?” “Well, when you put it like that…” she muttered under her breath, the sarcasm slipping out before she could stop it. His eyes narrowed, and her skin prickled under the intensity of his gaze. “You mortals truly have no respect for divine law. Or common sense.” “I wasn’t trying to disrespect anything!” she shot back, the pitch of her voice rising with her nerves. “I was just… having a bad day. It was supposed to be harmless fun. How was I supposed to know it would actually work?” “You didn’t,” he replied coldly, the words slicing through her feeble excuses like a blade. “And yet here I am. Bound to your foolishness.” Aurelia opened her mouth to argue, but what could she even say? “Sorry for summoning you” didn’t exactly seem like an appropriate response. Instead, she snapped her jaw shut, her fingers twisting in the blanket as her mind scrambled for a solution she didn’t have. Hades began pacing the room like a caged predator, his dark cloak trailing behind him, “Do you have any idea what you’ve done? Summoning a god…. summoning me is a violation of cosmic balance.” “Okay, I get it,” she said, the words spilling out in a rush. “Huge mistake. I’m sorry. But I didn’t mean to meddle! I don’t even know how I did it!” He stopped mid-stride, turning his piercing gaze on her once more. “The ritual you performed is ancient. Forbidden. No mortal should even possess the knowledge.” “I found it in an old grimoire,” she blurted out, desperate to explain. “At some random antique shop. It wasn’t like I planned this! It was just sitting there in a dusty box labeled ‘Summoning the Underworld.’ I thought it was some kind of gimmick. A joke!” “A joke,” he repeated. “You tampered with powers older than your species… for a joke?” “Well, I wasn’t exactly expecting results,” she said defensively. “I lit some candles, said some words, spilled a little wine—and poof! Nothing happened. It was just—” “You spilled wine?” he interrupted, his eyes narrowing further. “Yes, wine! The instructions said blood, but I wasn’t about to start cutting myself for a prank. I figured it didn’t matter. How was I supposed to know it would actually work?” Hades let out a sound that could have been a laugh, though it was devoid of humor. “And yet, here I stand, summoned by a mortal who substituted sacrificial blood with wine.” ********************************** When Aurelia stumbles upon an ancient summoning ritual and performs it out of curiosity, she unknowingly binds herself to Hades, the brooding King of the Underworld. Marked by their connection, she’s thrust into a world of gods and immortals where she doesn’t belong and where her heart becomes her greatest weakness. As Aurelia navigates the pain of unrequited emotions and the perilous politics of the divine, she uncovers the truth behind the mark she bears a power that could tip the scales of fate itself. With gods, love, and destiny at war, Aurelia must decide whether to embrace the bond that has chained her to Hades or break free from a world that was never meant for her.

What happens when a goddess falls in love with a shifter? Asara; the goddess of love, was punished by her father, the god of thunder. Her crime being falling in love with a mortal shifter Alpha. To pay for her sins she was reborn as Cassandra LeBlanc; a mortal Princess in the magical Kingdom of Speldaria. Her family and kingdom, except her middle sister, shunned her for she was born without any magical abilities and she had no recollections of her true identity. Her betrothed, the powerful mage commander of the Speldaria, was unbothered by her. He wished for someone strong. Cassandra’s life was toppled when she was gifted a warrior slave by the mighty Alpha of Dusartine. She was asked to take part in the Yearly Arena Event by collaborating with the warrior. Cassandra who hated ‘The Arena’ with her very breath. A place where blood flowed like wine and life was cheaper than the very air they breathed didn't understand her purpose in it. On top of that, the mysterious warrior affected her in unimaginable ways. His hypnotic gaze unsettled her. His rare essence overwhelmed her. His muscular bronzed body consumed her with sinful thoughts. Even the dreams of her past life plagued her. When ‘The Arena' began the hidden agendas and underlying truths came to light and Cassandra was played a hand of fate. She was left with no choice but to give in and choose a path. The question would be. How will Cassandra grapple once she learns of the curse placed on her? Will she be able to obtain her magical abilities and stand up to her father? Who will help her along the journey? ~Excerpt~ Then she felt him, all of him. All his ruggedness. The strength of his arm. The softness of his lips. The grip of his hand. The warmth of his breath. Every muscle in her body went taut at the implications of sleeping in a man’s arms. She had never slept in a male’s embrace before. Her whole skin tingled like tiny sparks dancing on the very parts that connected with him. The crevices of her brain had these memories which weren't hers. This touch somehow didn't seem foreign to her. She felt safe in his soothing embrace and didn't wish to push him away and yet she knew this was far from appropriate. Cassandra tried to wriggle out of his hold, his arms seemed to be built from iron for they wouldn't budge. The light garment she had worn had lifted from her milky thigh baring it as his bronzed muscular one was draped on it. And now she could sense something poking her back. Her eyes suddenly expanded from the realisation and Cassandra fully panicked. “Let go!” She voiced out, heavily. Siroos slowly lifted his leg and slackened his hold on her waist so she could shuffle away. He had awakened when she had stiffened for the first time but wished to behold what she would try. With eyes blown wide she stole a glance towards the man who had her wrapped in his embrace like a precious treasure, his treasure. His molten gold eyes had flickered open and there was this softness and want with which he stared at her. Those soft brown curls cascaded over his eyes as he forgot to blink, watching the timeless beauty that she was. Her one-of-a-kind fragrance was a torture to his senses. How he wished to grab her dainty ankle, pull her from it and have her sprawled underneath him. To kiss the very skin that oozed such scent which was driving him insane. Instead, he bent his arm and placed it under his cheek using it like a pillow to watch her with desire-filled eyes. The awkward lull between them prolonged as Cassandra cleared her throat. “Did you have to climb on me to sleep?” “It wasn't intentional but was certainly enticing and definitely won't be the last time.” His deeply hypnotic voice was even more alluring this early in the morning as it resonated all around her. The book cover is mine.

“An illegitimate child will always be an outsider.” For Yu Lixue, life in the Yu family was one of endless humiliation. As the unwanted daughter with no mother to defend her, she was treated like a pawn, used, ignored, and discarded. Her talents—her paintings, her songs—were stolen by her stepmother and conniving half-sister, who claimed them as their own. Her life was a series of shadows and silence, living under their lies. But when her half-sister fled an arranged marriage with Mo Ran, a powerful but reclusive man, the family forced Lixue to take her place. Once again, her wishes were disregarded. Her marriage to Mo Ran was cold, distant—another prison she had no choice but to endure. Until the night she died in a mysterious accident, her pleas for justice buried along with her. Yet fate gave her a second chance. Reborn into the same world that betrayed her, Lixue returns with a vow: she will take back everything they stole—her art, her voice, her freedom. And when she reenters her marriage with Mo Ran, he surprises her with a proposition: he will help her get revenge against those who wronged her. But Lixue is wary. Why is this man, who barely showed her any warmth before, now offering to stand by her side? As they plot against the Yu family, Lixue realizes that Mo Ran has his own reasons for revenge. Their alliance begins to blur the line between ally and enemy, and she questions whether he’s truly on her side or if he has his own hidden agenda. In a world filled with deceit and betrayal, Yu Lixue must decide: will she risk trusting her husband, or will she forge her own path to reclaim what’s hers, no matter the cost? Excerpt: Lixue stared down at the steaming bowl of soup on the table, blinking in surprise. Mo Ran placed it before her with a steady hand, his usual calm expression softened just slightly by a flicker of something unreadable in his eyes. She tried to catch his gaze, but he’d already turned away, busying himself with the teapot. “Why are you…?” she murmured, glancing between the bowl and him, her voice trailing off. He looked up, meeting her eyes with a hint of amusement. “Why am I what?” She fumbled for words, her cheeks warming. “Why are you…being so nice to me?” A small smile played on his lips, barely there but just enough to leave her heart fluttering. “Is it so strange for a husband to be kind to his wife?” She opened her mouth to reply, but nothing came out. The Mo Ran she remembered from her past life had been as cold as winter, never sparing her a second glance. This new version of him, warm and considerate, left her feeling…confused. “Eat,” he said, his voice soft. “You didn’t eat much at breakfast.” She nodded, taking the spoon with a slight tremor in her fingers. The soup was rich, comforting—something she would have loved as a child. The warmth of it melted away a part of her guardedness, leaving her strangely vulnerable. As she set down her spoon, she glanced at him again, still puzzled. “What’s gotten into you, Mo Ran?” “…” “Let’s just say I want to spoil you my darling..” Extra tags: #Rebirth#FaceSlapping #SchemingSister #ColdHusbandTurnedSweet#EnemiesToLovers#IllegitimateDaughter

Elvira Pierce has always lived by the rules, navigating a world filled with grand expectations and cold alliances. But at a high-society gathering meant to cement yet another family alliance, she faces a choice that will change the course of her life forever. Beautiful but burdened by secrets, Elvira finds herself the unwilling center of attention in a glittering hall filled with noble guests. When her father introduces her to Lord Ronin Bloodstone, a man from a mysterious lineage, sparks of curiosity and caution flicker within her. Yet the night has more twists in store when Lady Verona and her mother announce an arrangement Elvira cannot accept—a binding future with the enigmatic and brooding Anson Adler Ashford. Torn between familial duty and her desire for freedom, Elvira confronts a society that prioritizes obedience over individuality. As tensions rise, she must navigate a maze of forbidden glances, hidden agendas, and unsettling alliances. With whispers of rebellion in her heart, Elvira faces a daunting decision: to bow to the will of her family or forge her own path. Set against the backdrop of opulent ballrooms and shadowy intrigues, "Threads of Fate" explores themes of self-discovery, courage, and the defiant pursuit of true love in a world bound by tradition.

In the vast and merciless cosmos, a young cultivator named Xing Yun embarks on a journey of self-discovery and enlightenment. He perceives the universe as a dark forest, filled with hidden dangers and relentless adversaries. Undeterred by the overwhelming darkness, Xing Yun resolves to light a small spark of hope, using his life as a candle to illuminate the path ahead. This spark, though minuscule, is resilient and enduring. It flickers with the determination of countless generations, each adding their own fuel to the flame. Like a fire that starts from a single blade of grass, it gradually consumes the undergrowth, then the shrubs, and finally the towering trees. The flame spreads uncontrollably, fueled by the unwavering spirit of those who came before. As the story unfolds, Xing Yun's journey takes him through the treacherous realms of the cosmos. He encounters ancient civilizations, mythical beasts, and formidable foes, each testing his resolve and pushing him to the brink of his capabilities. Yet, with each challenge he overcomes, his flame grows stronger, fueled by his unwavering will and unbreakable spirit. The novel delves into the themes of perseverance, the power of belief, and the indomitable human spirit. Xing Yun's journey is not just a physical one; it is a spiritual odyssey where he learns to harness the forces of the universe and unlock the secrets of the cosmos. His quest for enlightenment leads him to discover ancient artifacts, hidden knowledge, and the true meaning of his existence. As the spark within him continues to grow, it begins to resonate with the hearts of others. Fellow cultivators, inspired by Xing Yun's courage and determination, join him in his quest. Together, they form a beacon of hope in the dark forest of the universe, their collective flames merging into a mighty conflagration. In the climactic finale, Xing Yun's flame reaches its zenith. The once tiny spark has now become a raging inferno, illuminating the entire cosmos. The dark forest is no more; instead, it is bathed in the radiant glow of Xing Yun's eternal flame. His will and beliefs have transformed the universe, bringing light and hope to every corner. "Cosmic Ascension: The Eternal Flame" is a tale of transformation and triumph. It is a story that reminds us that even in the darkest of times, the smallest spark can ignite a revolution. Xing Yun's journey is a testament to the power of hope and the resilience of the human spirit, inspiring readers to believe in their own potential to light up the world.

【WSA Newbie 2025 Entry】 I'll eat dog shit... Don't kill me... The above lines were solely for drawing attention. I'm sorry if it ruined your time. In a world plagued by unleashed horrors from the depths of hell, Earth stands on the brink of annihilation. The devil himself has swung wide the gates of hell for the reclamation of the throne of heaven, allowing monsters and demons to roam freely, spreading chaos and destruction. But hope flickers in the horror of darkness as God's unleashed the hidden powers within people of the world and marked worthy chosen few with supreme power to rise against the encroaching evil who are known to the world as: Avernus Slayer. Among them is our protagonist, who, along with a fraction of humanity, was granted extraordinary abilities, divided into four categories based on their unique powers, which are classified as • Miraculars • Berserkbleeders • Whisperers • Antitheusars However, amidst this struggle of power, a secret remains buried. There is a hidden demigod among the chosen few, blessed by all four categories yet he or she stays neutral avoiding conflict as a supporter but to whom? Read to know the fate of humanity unfolding through letters.

Hardworking Protagonist: Yes! Overpowered Growth: Yes! Mythical Creatures and World-Building: Yes! Vengeance-Driven Journey: Yes! Unique System Mechanics: Yes! =========================== Ryuk’s life in the forsaken Grade E city was bleak, but it truly shattered when a Knull raid took his last family and left him for dead. On the brink of despair: [System Activation Complete.] [Congratulations, Host has awakened the Draconic Pets Evolution System!] [Welcome host, to the path of domination.] Thrust into Endearth, a shattered mirror of Earth teeming with mythical creatures—vampires, werewolves, cosmic gods—and the unstoppable Knulls, Ryuk sets out on a journey of relentless growth, vengeance, and discovery. But power comes with a price, and the dual nature of his gift could either save humanity or destroy everything. This is a story of evolution, redemption, and defiance. Join Ryuk as he rises from nothing, building unshakable bonds with allies and carving his path in a world where strength is the only currency. --- A/N 1. Hardworking protagonist. Ryuk doesn’t rely solely on his system; he earns his power. 2. Overpowered potential. Growth takes effort, but Ryuk will become a force to be reckoned with. 3. No hiding strength. He plays smart, but when it’s time to fight, Ryuk doesn’t hold back. 4. Dark and morally complex. Ryuk is vengeful and will cross any line to protect what matters. 5. No harem. Relationships are meaningful, not shallow. 6. Lastly, if this novel stirs even the faintest flicker of interest in your soul, pour your undying devotion into it! Haha, just kidding… or am I? But seriously, please shower this story with power stones and drop some reviews. Your support fuels Ryuk’s journey (and keeps me caffeinated while writing). Thank you! ... Join the Discord for character arts and talk with the author: https://discord.gg/gTkMp93wxW

WARNING: This novel contains some 18+ chapters and alot of violence. The Last Requiem In a world where the echoes of ancient wars still stain the soil, humanity and creatures born from forgotten curses coexist in fragile tension. Kingdoms rise and fall, driven by power, fear, and the haunting legacy of those who came before. The land is shaped not just by blades and blood, but by the choices of those burdened with destinies they never sought. This is a story of survival and defiance, where hope flickers like a dying flame against the cold winds of fate. In a world that fears what it cannot understand, who will stand against the tide of history—and who will be swept away by it?

Clara Wilson the heiress to Diamond Group got engaged to the love of her life Isaac Hartford the heir to Starlight Group, due to an unforeseen betrayal, Clara Wilson on the brink of death on the night of full moon, Alpha and his pack hunting for prey, rescues Clara and turned her to a werewolf through an Alpha's bite. will she survive from the Alpha's bite? Excerpts: The ambient sound of waves gently lapping against the hull, coupled with the distant hum of the ship's engines, only amplifies her thoughts. She forces a smile, raising her glass in a toast, masking her emotions with practiced ease. The couple clinks their glasses with hers, their happiness an unspoken contrast to the quiet yearning in her heart. "I'll go inside the suite and rest now you guys enjoy." She said making her way to the suite. "Babe I need to get something inside the suite." Isaac said. "Alright don't keep me here waiting, I can't do without seeing you for a second." "Really that's my girl." He said, kisses her forehead and left. Isaac didn't go to their suite but he went to Jacqueline's suite he pushed opened the door. "Did I scare you?" He asked. "Why didn't you knock on the door before coming in what if I'm undressing." "Sighed softly it's not like this is the first time I'm seeing you undressed should I get rid of your night gown." He said kissing her collar bone. She didn't reject his offer, wrapped her arms around his neck he kissed her thin lips vigorously. Few minutes passed Isaac had not returned yet, she decided to go and check on him, she checked their suite he was not there, she headed to Jacqueline's suite to ask her If she had seen Isaac. She opened the door to Jacqueline's suite and then, her eyes flickered tears rapidly streamed down her face a pang of shame stabbed at her watching her best friend and the love of her life together on bed exchanging intimacies. "Isaac....you! How could you do this to me? What are you two doing together on bed?" Both of them stared at her without any sigh of remorsefulness. "It's just like what you're seeing right now" She moved closer to the bed drags the sheet off Jacqueline exposing her nakedness grabbed her brown hair hitting her head against the cluttered table beside the bed. Jacqueline stretches her hand reaching for the wine she held it and hits Clara's head with the wine bottle, the glass shattered against Clara's head. The sharp crack echoed in the tense silence and crimson blood began to seep, dripping onto the plush carpet and pooling under the shards of broken glass, Clara fainted. The room descended into chaos, the once romantic moments now marred by betrayal and violence. "Oh my goodness what have you done Jacqueline." "Is she dead?" She asked curiously in fear. "What are we going to do now?" "I don't think she is dead yet she fainted probably." He said.  "I know what to do." He carried her heading to the edge of the ship Jacqueline followed him , Isaac pulled off his shirt soaked with blood used it to clean the blood stain on his hand and neck. He folded the shirt and throws it into the sea. Jacqueline standing at the edge of the ship bitting her fingers  panicked about the situation. "Please don't kill me, help me I promise not to cause any trouble for both of you, I will forgive and pretend nothing happened here." Clara muttered in pain. "So you're finally awake"

Emmie’s heart pounded as the figure rose from the shadows, thicker and grayer than before—a far more earthbound and sinister version of the one he thought he’d conquered. The sparkling light from the crystals above seemed to be sucked away, leaving a suffocating emptiness. Even the sound of his friends’ breaths around him grew faint, their voices—one of concern, another of reassurance—muffled echoes through the cavern behind him. Yet he knew he had to press forward, deeper into the darkness, and face this alone. For now. The figure stepped closer, slow and deliberate, its glowing eyes radiating an icy malevolence. “You think you’ve overcome your fears?” it hissed, its voice sharp and grating. “That was nothing. I am the fog inside you—the one you ignore, the one that carves at you.” Emmie swallowed hard, forcing himself upright despite the shaking in his legs. “I’m not afraid of you,” he said, summoning courage he didn’t fully feel. “I’ve come too far to turn back.” The figure’s laughter crawled down his spine. “Brave, so brave… but so foolish. You’ve barely begun to uncover the truths buried in your soul. Your doubts, your regrets, your anger—they feed me.” For a moment, Emmie faltered. The words clawed at wounds he’d tried to ignore, stirring his doubts: Could he truly protect his friends? Were his choices enough? The darkness seemed to press closer, suffocating him with its weight. But then he remembered Mira’s voice, full of faith. He thought of Amara’s bright laughter and Cory’s unwavering support. They had believed in him when he couldn’t believe in himself. “Maybe I do doubt,” Emmie admitted, meeting the figure’s glowing gaze. “But those doubts don’t define me. My friends believe in me, and I believe in myself.” The figure’s eyes narrowed, frustration flickering within. “Conviction alone won’t save you,” it hissed. “Your friends are far, and here, it’s just you and me.” It raised its arm, and the shadows coiled into smoky tendrils, striking toward him. Emmie dodged just in time as they slammed into the ground, shattering the stone and sending shards flying. His heart raced, his footing unsteady, but he pushed himself upright. A faint light flickered in his hand—small but wholly his. The figure laughed, mocking him. “Is that all? A tiny flicker? Pathetic.” Emmie clenched his jaw. “It’s enough,” he said. “This light is everything I fought for, everything I believe in.” The figure snarled, and the darkness surged again, crashing against Emmie’s light. Straining against the tide, he closed his eyes and steadied his breathing. He thought of his friends, their unwavering faith, and his purpose. The light steadied, burning brighter. At that moment, he heard their voices—Mira, Amara, and Cory—calling to him. The sound reignited his resolve. As their light joined his, the shadow recoiled, its form shattering under their combined strength. The figure’s voice echoed as it faded: “This isn’t over, Emmie. This is just the beginning.” Emmie stood firm, unwavering. “I’ll be ready. Let’s finish this.”

She was a mighty dragon. The problem is, she WAS a mighty dragon! “Ouch! Where am I? Huh? Is this… a cocoon?” No. Wait. Why would she be in a fucking cocoon?! Nimue anxiously thought while struggling against the silken cage. “How, how did I end up on one... huh?!” Panic surged through her as she examined herself. She was no longer a majestic dragon, the embodiment of poison and flame. She was a... bee? How could this be? A measly, tiny bee with wings that fluttered in desperation to escape its prison. Her memories flickered like sparks in the dark, but the truth was clear. She had been transmigrated, and her current situation was a dreadful one at that. How will a once mighty being survive from the bottom of the food chain filled with fierce beasts that suddenly turns to beautiful men? "Wait what?!" --- WSA2025 Entry  #beasts #transmigration #beautyandbeasts

[discontinued] Morana Yin was a once legend. A ruthless assassin, a figure shrouded in myth and legend until she was betrayed by the person she trusted the most, leading to her gruesome death. But fate has other plans, granting her a second chance in the body of Vesna Xiao, the illegitimate daughter of the Xiao familia. Trapped in a life that bears no resemblance to her own, she must confront the ghosts that haunt her past and the demons that lurk in her present. In a world of gilded cages and veiled threats, where every smile hides a dagger, every friend a hidden foe, her new face becomes her mask, the youthful innocence becomes her shield hiding the soul of a hardened killer hungering for vengeance. --------- Ziyan Luo was a rising star, a brilliant businessman, and an heir to the capital's most influential family until one accident that left him blind during the day and haunted by nightmares at night, leading him to retreat from the world. But when fate throws Ziyan into Vesna's path, spark ignites in the shadows. Vesna becomes the first flicker of desire in Ziyan's isolated world. He wants her and makes no secret of it. Avoiding him isn't an option he offers and he's determined to prove to her she's worth every ounce of effort he's going to put into winning her heart

Amidst the eerie silence of an unfamiliar hall, a cacophony of confused voices rose, mingling in a chorus of bewilderment. "Where are we?" "What happened?" "I thought I died!" Each utterance hung in the air, a testament to the collective disbelief gripping the room. As the haze of confusion lifted, disjointed memories surfaced, fragments of lives cut short by tragedy. "I remember... I was stabbed..." ventured one voice, echoed by another's affirmation of a similar fate. "I... I died in a plane crash," muttered a third, only to be met with a stunned agreement from a fellow survivor. Amidst the chaos of bewildered voices, one man stood apart, his expression a mask of contemplation amidst the turmoil. As his companions recounted their brushes with death, his mind churned with questions, each more confounding than the last. "I got shot... I remember it vividly," he murmured to himself, his voice barely audible above the din. "So how am I still here?" The enigma of their shared resurrection gnawed at him, compelling him to seek answers in the depths of his memories. With each revelation of a paired demise—a male and female, bound by the same tragic fate—a flicker of recognition ignited within him. "This... this seems familiar," he mused, the pieces of a puzzle slowly coalescing in his mind. But the picture remained incomplete, obscured by the fog of uncertainty that shrouded their surroundings. As the words "pairs, pairs, pairs" echoed in his mind like a cryptic mantra, a sudden realization struck him with the force of a revelation. "It can't be... don't tell me..." he whispered, his voice trembling with disbelief. With a sense of urgency, he began to scan his surroundings, searching for any sign or clue that could confirm his suspicions. Then, as if guided by an unseen force, his gaze shifted upwards, and there, bathed in an ethereal light, stood an angelic figure with golden apparel, its gaze fixed upon him with a warm smile. The sight took his breath away, filling him with a mixture of awe and trepidation. The man's heart raced as faced a real angel, his mind struggling to comprehend the surreal encounter unfolding before him. The angel's words, spoken with an air of amusement, only deepened the enigma shrouding their meeting. "I never expected anyone to notice me," the angel remarked, a hint of playfulness in its voice. "I was concealing my presence to let everyone fully calm down, but to think someone noticed me. Just who are you?" Ethan's disbelief and confusion intensified at the angel's question. "Eh... Ethan Rivers," he stammered, his voice barely above a whisper. As Aurelia, the angel, finally revealed himself to the bewildered assembly, a hush fell over the room, each soul drawn in by his radiant presence and commanding aura. Ethan's gaze lingered on Aurelia. "Greetings, lost souls," Aurelia declared, his voice resonating with a majestic power that seemed to fill the very air around them. "I am Aurelia, and I shall be your guide to your new life." As Aurelia extended his arms in a gesture of welcome, Ethan felt a surge of rage and hesitation, "This it bad, really bad."