Tai Lung Tigress

When he failed to find his fated human mate after seven years of searching, alpha Damon decides to abduct seventy-five young women from all over the city who fit within his Luna’s age range and description, to have them trained for his selection. What starts off as a competition for the alpha’s heart quickly turns to a bloody game of survival. *** “What’s your name?” Damon asked, his voice clipped and cold. Though his eyes were narrowed, they were a bit mad around the edges. The blonde woman in front of him traced a red coated fingertip over his tattooed chest, all the way to his slightly exposed pelvis. She smacked her lips at the obvious bulge in his tight pants. “If you wanted a good time, why didn’t you just say so?” She threw a side long glance at the rest of the women cooped up in the cells, their fingers desperately grabbing the bars and yelling obscenities at the man who thought it was a good idea to abduct them for his personal reasons. “Why don’t we go somewhere private?” She added with a seductive wink. The alpha’s patience wore thin but he remained calm. “What.is.your.name?” He repeated with the slightest hint of annoyance. His eyes dipped to the card in her hand and she followed suit, smiling at the words on them; Luna 37. She rolled her eyes and tossed the paper aside. Did he seriously expect them to believe he was some alpha werewolf? Was that his play for getting laid? She scoffed at his silly roleplay antics. Werewolves were fictional but if that was what got him in the mood, she didn't mind playing along. He was definitely her type. “The name is Tyla Woodley…” He moved like a blur, snapping her neck like a twig. The other prisoners screamed at the top of their lungs as Tyla’s body thudded to the floor in a crumpled heap. Damon flexed his neck and arms before starting towards the cells. When he approached, all the women retreated, crying and screaming. He unlocked a cell and raked the women with his eyes. Shuffling forward, he yanked one out by the scruff of her neck. “NO! Cleo! Let her go!” A wide-eyed woman screamed from another cell, banging the bars violently. “Let her go, you monstrous cunt! Fuck you! You hear me? FUCK YOU, DAMON WAYNE!” He froze at the mention of his full name, and let go of the whimpering prisoner who crawled back into the open cell on all fours. Slowly, Damon advanced towards the rude woman’s cell but she didn’t back away like the others. She gripped the bars and spat in his face when he was standing in front of her. “Couldn’t find yourself a Luna, tough guy? No surprise there. The moon goddess must not have been able to bring herself to torture an innocent woman with the tragic fate of being your Luna.” Damon reined in the rage bubbling within him by gritting his teeth. This one wasn't as clueless as the dead one. “What is your name?” She knew he wanted her to mention the name on her card; Luna 91. He had just killed a prisoner who gave her actual name. However, he didn't hint at her card by looking at it. His eyes never left hers. She inhaled sharply. To hell with him. As long as her sister, Cleopatra, could remain safe long enough for them to figure out a way to escape from here, she didn't mind distracting the monster as long as she could. “Luna 91, Asshole!” He shot her a roguish grin. "Welcome to hell, Luna 91." He said before reaching beyond the bars and grabbing her neck amidst deafening screams.

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

They say Love is blind, but no one is ever truly blind in love. We see everything; we just choose to ignore them because we're scared to move on or start afresh. Twenty-eight years old, Emma Winters has her dreams clearly defined. To have a loving family, a beautiful home, and a stable, fulfilling life. Not only do those dreams come crumbling down when her husband hands her divorce papers just when she tells him she's pregnant, but her pride and dignity are questioned when Jake announces that Emma was unfaithful to him. Emma loses hope in everything she believes in. However, hope comes to her when the enigmatic billionaire Alexander Sterling offers her a way out: A contract marriage to him. Will Emma accept this way out of her predicament even when this savior is none other than her ex-husband's uncle? What happens when she accepts the contract and is only chased back by her ex? Will she return to her once lover, or will she accept her growing feelings for her contract husband? Find out as we unravel Emma's story together! *****Excerpt******** “Why would you help when I was put in this mess by my own husband?” Emma cut in, now crying. “Because your husband is my nephew, and not only do I want to salvage the situation my nephew put you in, I want to escape his plot,” Alex said, and Emma’s heart stopped for a moment, a cold chill running down her spine as she replayed the words in her head. Nephew? His nephew? Jake was this man's... Alex's nephew? She mused, and then the realization of what that meant dawned on her like a crashing wave, knocking the breath from her lungs. Her eyes widened as she stared at him, the shock evident on her face. “Your nephew? You’re Alex Sterling, Jake's uncle?” she asked, unable to believe it herself. Alex nodded, his expression unchanged. “Yes. I'm his uncle,” Alex confirmed, and Emma shook her head.

Excerpts~ Her blood is a curse—a sweet, deadly curse that I can’t stop tasting. It coats my tongue, warm and heady, like it was made to undo me. I hate her for how good it feels. Hate myself more for not stopping. She doesn’t pull away. No, she’s watching me, her lips curving like she’s already won. Her pulse pounds against my mouth, steady and unafraid, and it makes me want to devour her whole. “Enjoying yourself?” she asks, her voice soft, taunting. I don’t answer. Can’t. My grip tightens around her wrist as I pull back, her blood still burning on my lips. She tilts her head, mockery gleaming in her eyes, and I know she’s baiting me. “Does it bother you,” she whispers, “how easily I let you take it?” The words cut deeper than they should. Before I can think, I shove her back against the wall, my body caging hers. Her smirk doesn’t falter. It dares me. Push harder. “You really don’t know when to stop,” I growl, my voice rough, guttural. “Neither do you,” she murmurs, her gaze dropping to my mouth. And then I snap. I crush my lips to hers, tasting blood and defiance and her. She gasps against me, her fingers curling into my shirt like she’s torn between pushing me away and pulling me closer. Every ounce of self-control I had shatters as I press harder, deeper, desperate to consume her completely. She shouldn’t feel this good. Kissing her should be a mistake. But the way she responds—the way her mouth moves against mine—feels like I’ve just ignited something I’ll never be able to extinguish. **** His kiss is fire. A raw, scorching blaze that steals the breath from my lungs and sets every nerve in my body alight. It’s unexpected, wild, and completely reckless—like him. For a moment, I freeze, my hands against his chest, ready to push him away. I should stop this. I need to stop this. But the heat of his mouth, the way his hands grip my waist like he can’t let go, makes it impossible to move. “Damn it, Killion,” I whisper against his lips, trying to muster the strength to pull back. But then he groans—low, desperate—and it unravels me. He kisses me harder, deeper, and I’m drowning in him. My fingers curl into his shirt, dragging him closer, even as my mind screams at me to stop. This is dangerous. He’s dangerous. But right now, I don’t care. His hands slide to my hips, gripping me like he’s afraid I’ll vanish. I hate how good it feels. Hate how much I want him in this moment, even when I know it’s a bad idea. When he finally pulls back, his breath ragged, his lips are swollen and red. His eyes lock on mine, dark and stormy, and I know we’ve just crossed a line we can never uncross. “You really don’t know when to quit,” I say, my voice shaky, trying to sound composed. His lips twitch, a shadow of his usual smirk. “Neither do you.” ***** In a world where power is the only currency and betrayal is a shadow at every corner, the fae and the demon must navigate a dance of lies and desires, where every touch is a weapon and every secret could shatter their fragile alliance. But as their game of cat and mouse spirals into something more dangerous, they'll discover the line between love and hate is thinner than they ever imagined. And in the Undercity, where hearts burn and, passion can be the deadliest weapon of all. Will she find the truth she seeks, or will she be consumed by the very darkness she's trying to escape?

The World Changed Overnight, Without warning, portals from other realms tore through the sky, opening gateways to nightmarish creatures that threatened to wipe out humanity. Cities burned. Nations crumbled. The monstrous invaders—ranging from grotesque goblins to towering beasts—massacred everything in their path. Amidst the chaos, a new force emerged: The Awakened—humans who mysteriously gained supernatural abilities in response to the invasion. Light burst from their bodies, fire ignited in their palms, water coiled into deadly spears, winds howled at their command, shadows shifted with their will. These resemble as Fire, Water, Earth, Wind, Light, and Darkness—became humanity’s last hope against extinction. Kai Jin. A cold, intelligent high school student from Korea, Kai had long abandoned the idea of relying on others. Orphaned at a young age, he grew up alone in a modest apartment, surviving through sheer will and independence. His past trauma left him emotionally closed off, but beneath his calm, detached exterior, a fire burned—a refusal to ever be powerless again. Then, the portals opened, and his world turned upside down. The night was eerily silent. Kai sat in his dimly lit apartment, eyes locked on his laptop screen. The news was flooded with reports of strange anomalies appearing across the globe—massive gates hovering in the sky, creatures emerging from their depths. Some called it a phenomenon. Others called it the end of the world. Then— Scratch. Scratch. A faint noise echoed from the hallway outside his door. Kai frowned. His neighborhood was quiet at night—too quiet for random footsteps. Then— BAM! The apartment door slammed open. A goblin. Small, grotesque, with sickly green skin, jagged teeth, and glowing red eyes. It sniffed the air, its sharp claws twitching in anticipation. Kai’s breath hitched. His mind raced. He had no weapons. No powers. Nothing but his instincts. Move. Now. The goblin lunged. Kai grabbed the closest thing within reach—a wooden chair—and swung it with all his strength.The impact sent the creature stumbling backward, snarling in rage. His heart pounded. His hands trembled, but he forced himself to stay steady. He couldn’t afford to freeze. He had to kill it. Spotting a kitchen knife on the counter, he dove for it—just as the goblin recovered and charged again. At the last second, he twisted his body, dodging its claws, and in one swift motion— STAB! The knife sank into the goblin’s skull. It shrieked, its body convulsing violently before collapsing lifelessly to the floor. Kai stood there, panting. His clothes were splattered with dark, sticky blood. The room reeked of iron and death. Then— Ding! A floating, translucent system window appeared before his eyes. [Awakening Process Complete.] [Congratulations!] [You have awakened.] Kai’s eyes widened. His nightmare had just begun.

Chàng trai với ba búi tóc nhỏ xinh, hai tay ôm lấy ngực đầy uất ức, nói với ông Lý. "Tôi là đứa con mang trong mình dòng máu của ông, ông nhất định phải cứu mẹ tôi... nếu không tôi sẽ kiện ông vì tội đã bỏ rơi con cái" Lý Giang nhướn mày: "Tôi thậm chí không có vợ. Làm sao tôi có thể có con trai?" Chủ tịch Lý vừa định bỏ đi thì bỗng một cô bé đáng yêu, trên tay đang bế búp bê barbie chạy vào, ôm chặt lấy đùi ông và hét lớn: "Xin hãy cứu mẹ con, nếu không con sẽ không buông." Chủ tịch Lý bị chàng trai có ba búi tóc nhỏ xinh kéo lấy tay đặt lên cơ thể của người phụ nữ xa lạ. Từ dạo đó trở đi, Lý Giang luôn nghĩ về người phụ nữ ấy với mong muốn được chịu trách nhiệm với cô trong suốt phần đời còn lại...

Bảy năm trước họ chia tay, anh biến mất không lời từ biệt. Bảy năm sau, cô chuẩn bị kết hôn anh lại xuất hiện, dùng mọi thủ đoạn để ép cô lấy anh. Một tờ chứng nhận kết hôn buộc chặt hai con người tưởng chừng đã mãi mãi mất nhau. Và từ đó về sau cô bé lọ lem trở thành nữ hoàng... Hoắc Miên, cô gái giản dị với chỉ số thông minh cực cao đã hút hồn Tần Sở - Tổng giám đốc tập đoàn GK đẹp trai giàu có. Tình yêu từ thuở thiếu thời trải qua bao sóng gió mới kết trái ngọt nhưng họ nào đâu biết, giông tố mới chỉ bắt đầu mà thôi…

“Oww…” I winced, lifting my throbbing head before glancing around and as expected the lab was in chaos. There was glass shattered everywhere, sparks fleeing from one place to another and the acrid scent of burning chemicals filled the air. Flames licked at the countertops, but what made my stomach drop was the gas spilling from a ruptured pipe. Crap. No one needed to tell me. I already knew it was toxic. The faint greenish tinge to the air, the sharp sting in my nose. It was more than toxic….it was deadly. And spreading fast and I couldn’t help but wonder what would have caused such an explosion. I tried to push myself up, but pain shot through my ankle, forcing me back down. I bit back a scream. “Dammit!” I cursed. That’s when I saw him. Liam. He was standing near the exit, scanning the chaos with an unnerving calmness and it was obvious he hadn’t seen me yet. Why the hell did he always have to be everywhere? He was already annoying enough. Ugh. I held back an eye roll. I tried my best to get up again but it was completely useless. I had sprained my ankle and there was no one around to help me…except him of course. Even if I wanted to yell for help, I’m sure the students left would be running towards the exit by now. So I didn’t have a choice but to ask him for help…apparently my only other option was dying and I couldn’t afford that. “Liam!” I choked out, coughing against the gas as it seeped closer. His head snapped in my direction. His eyes locked on mine, and for a moment, I thought he’d help. Instead, his expression hardened. He turned toward the door, ready to leave. God. He really was an asshole. “Wait!” I shouted, my voice cracking. “Help me! Please!” He paused, barely glancing over his shoulder. “I’m sorry, do I know you?” His voice was cold, detached and heavy with sarcasm. I gritted my teeth. My head throbbed, and the gas was making my vision blur, but I forced the words out. “We have classes together. Or have you forgotten the girl who was paired up with you in chemistry today…and do you even need to know someone to help them out?” I snapped. His gaze lingered on me for another second before he turned to leave and then I knew I had no choice. “If you don’t help me, I’ll tell everyone your secret.” My words made him turn. His dark eyes narrowed as he strode closer, towering over me. I had been holding it in for too long. It was high time I let it out. “My secret?” His tone was mocking. “Your fall must’ve really messed with your head, four eyes. Now you think a bluff is going to make me help you?” “It’s not a bluff,” I snapped, coughing violently. “I know who you really are, Alex.” His entire body stiffened. “Care to repeat that?” His voice was low, dangerous. I sucked in a shaky breath, the gas burning my lungs. “I know this identity of yours is just a cover, Alex Bronson.” I drawled. “So if you know what’s good for you, stop questioning me like a fool and help me dammit.” ~~~~~~~~ Eleanor is a 23-year old woman who was involved in a car accident on her way to her interview. Unfortunately she doesn't make it and assumes she's going to find herself in the afterlife but instead finds herself in the body of a college student named Theodora. And this college student happens to be a side character in one of the books she read in her past life. Having found herself in this body, she decides to find out why she's there and try to return to her old world. On her quest for answers she realizes she has to play her part as Theadora in this world which however lands her in a lot of problems.

His gaze was intense and piercing, it was as if he could see through her. As he neared Nicholina felt her heart skip a beat,every step he took towards her had a strange effect on her, which she couldn't decipher. His intense gaze, swept over her seeing through the thin fabric that showed off all her curves. swallowing hard, Rheaphel's hand moved involuntarily to explore every part of her curves. The closer his hand got, Nicho felt the air live her lungs. It was as if the air was caught up by a magical force. Every movement of his hands on her pale skin caused a strange and unyielding need in her that terrified yet triggered an excitement in her. suppressing a moan that threatened to escape her mouth. Nicholina was glad when a knock interrupted

Câu chuyện về nhân vật chính tên Hitsuki Akeru, cậu đi tìm những người thực hiện kế hoạch của mình. Trong phần truyện này, cậu đã gặp và đặt tên cho một cậu bé là Hitsuki Michio trong tình cảnh thế giới của cậu ta bị hủy diệt bởi một vị vua phản nghịch. Michio sẽ phải gánh trọng trách bảo vệ thế giới của bản thân mình khỏi tương lai mà các vị vua sẽ tới để đem lại tai hoạ. Đây là hành trình Michio khám phá thế giới, tự trải nghiệm, học hỏi và dần trở nên mạnh mẽ hơn sau hàng trăm thất bại và thành công khác nhau cùng với những người bạn của mình.

Adeline didn't expect she would transmigrate into the trashy novel she read years ago. The plot was so cliched that she couldn't bring herself to finish it. Years later, she found that very book on her bed, the page was open to the villainess' execution and before she knew it she found herself in the very novel she hated. The evil villainess who couldn't stand her two childhood friends become completely enamoured by the female lead, she decided to take care of the matter herself and thus became the public enemy. She now became the villainess of the story! "I do not accept this!" Adeline yelled at the top of her lungs. "I will change the plot." The Crown Prince she rejected won't leave her alone. The cold Northern Duke clung to her and wouldn't let go. The Arch Mage wants to abandon his duties and serve as her personal knight, and the Head Priest is obsessed with her! The Male leads she wished to avoid won't leave her alone! ---------------------------------------------------------------- Obsessive male lead- check. Funny but strong female lead- check. Amazing family- check. Annoying Goddess- also check.

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

Evelyn was certain she had met her end. The last thing she saw was a towering mutant lunging at her, its grotesque form a result of the very catastrophe that had wiped out most of humanity. But instead of death, she opened her eyes to a time when Earth was still livable—three months before the NASA satellite crash that had killed half the population and the nuclear plant collapse that had turned those who live near them into mindless mutants. This time, she refuses to be a helpless survivor. She will fight, prepare, and save those she lost in her past life. But unlike the reborn protagonists of novels, she has no hidden wealth, no space filled with supplies—just her knowledge of the future and a determination to survive. As she scavenges for essentials, she stumbles upon an unexpected burden—a small child who clings to her, calling her Mommy. Alone and vulnerable, the little girl would never survive the horrors to come. Against her better judgment, Evelyn takes her in. But protecting herself was hard enough. Can she shield an innocent child from the apocalypse while rewriting the fate of the world?

It hurts, my hole body, my head. My hand went to my throat, there too equally hurt as much. And next came my air… it went fast, faster than I could even imagine, my lungs felt out of air, and it was only a matter of time, did I process to breath in. My awaken had been so peaceful I forgot to breath… My awaken? I looked up, and saw I had fallen right in front of a mirror, my hair covering my pained and distressed face, my heart pounding like before, and my hands digging into the carpet to my group. What happened? What happened? What happened? Nabie Reigns?! The door knob twisted, an old looking lady walking in, and her face hold the same distress mine did. Mother… “Nabie dear… your late for school.”

Chuyện kể về câu chuyện tình của cậu cả nhà họ Vũ và cậu cả nhà họ Trần những năm giữa thế kỷ XV. Thân phận của anh với cậu khác biệt như thế,cớ gì cứ phải thương nhau.Họ Vũ và họ Trần xưa nay giao hảo rất tốt,con trai của họ lớn lên cùng nhau,nói đúng ra chính là bạn nối khố. Biến cố xảy ra vô vàn giữ chuyện tình của hai người,định kiến?Họ chẳng biết,khó khăn cứ ùn ùn mà đến,chớ thể nào lường được. Thay phiên nhau chứng kiến đối phương phải chịu biết bao nhiêu là thống khổ lại không thể làm gì.Lực bất tòng tâm. Mà khi trải qua biết bao là thống khổ,họ ngồi bên nhau,đồng xanh bát ngát,họ nắm lấy tay của đối phương,bồi rượu với đối phương.Rượu Hợp Xuân chỉ cần hai người là đủ, không thừa,cũng chẳng thiếu...

Lưu ý: truyện chỉ mang tính chất giải trí, người viết không có ý bẻ cong hoặc xuyên tạc lịch sử. Một bức tranh cổ vô danh xuất hiện, mở ra cánh cửa dẫn đến những bí ẩn bị chôn vùi hàng thế kỷ. Bên dưới những nét vẽ nhuốm màu thời gian là manh mối dẫn đến một lăng mộ thất truyền—nơi cất giữ bộ chiến bào huyền thoại có thể thay đổi lịch sử. Trần Vân Khê—chủ tiệm đồ cổ danh tiếng, một bậc thầy giám định với đôi mắt nhìn thấu quá khứ. Phan Linh Chi—nữ giáo sư khảo cổ học trẻ tuổi, kiêu hãnh và lạnh lùng, nhưng lại mang trong lòng những tổn thương chưa bao giờ nguôi ngoai. Bốn năm trước, họ từng là tất cả của nhau. Nhưng rồi Vân Khê lại buông tay. Giờ đây, định mệnh đưa họ gặp lại—không phải trong những tháng ngày êm đềm, mà giữa một cuộc tranh đoạt đầy hiểm nguy. Trên hành trình giải mã bức tranh, họ không chỉ đối đầu với những thế lực ngầm thao túng thị trường cổ vật, mà còn bước chân vào một thế giới ma mị, nơi những bí mật được khắc sâu trong đá và máu. Giữa yêu và hận, giữa thật và giả, giữa lòng người và quỷ kế—ai mới là kẻ nắm giữ bí mật cuối cùng?

For centuries, they existed alongside humanity—beings with shifting forms, unnatural abilities, and no place to belong. Feared, hunted, and cast into the shadows, they were seen as monsters. Demons. Not because they were, but because it was the only way humans could understand them. When fear turned to control, they were captured. Experimented on. Locked away in labs deep underground, stripped of their names, their identities, their freedom. To the world above, they were nothing more than forgotten myths. But secrets never stay buried forever. Sixteen-year-old Ryu Mikael wasn’t thinking about any of that. He had bigger problems—like the homework he forgot to do. Instead of facing another lecture at school, he decided to ditch, heading into the mountains to get some peace and finally finish his work. Away from the noise. Away from everything. Then he saw him. A stranger. Standing there, still yet tense, his head tilting slightly—watching. There was something unnatural in the way he moved, like a predator studying prey. Then, in an instant, he lunged. And Mikael’s life changed forever.

As a human, I should be miles away from any large shifter event. Especially the annual Mate Hunt. A hunt for mates. Doesn't that sound barbaric? Yeah, it's as bad as it sounds. Several packs in the area gather as their newly minted adult wolves shift. Females are let into the woods first and are given an hour's head start, just before sundown. Then it's time for the males, ostensibly thrown out to hunt down the scent of their fated (or chosen) mates. It isn't an event for the faint of heart, and it's definitely no place for someone who can't shift. So why the fuck am I here, running my little human heart out, chased by what sounds like an entire pack of wolves? Great question. I don't know, either. But I'm here. Surrounded by howls fueled by the thrill of the hunt. Feet bleeding. Lungs freezing. I am so fucked. ---- R18. Dark themes, including but not limited to: Murder, attempted murder, a stack of dead bodies, betrayal, mild sociopathy, an ML who appears to bathe in red flags despite his favorite color being green, an unwarranted hatred of blueberry muffins, and pillow thievery.

Almost every man has a dream of venturing in the fantasy world, wielding a sword, and traveling to different places to witness the splendor of the world. After working in a factory for several years, Wang An, who was not yet old, received an unfavorable medical report. At that moment, the system activated. "Mission: Healthy Body—Restore your body to a healthy state (a healthy body is the foundation of everything)." So, he started jogging in the morning, swimming, practicing Tai Chi... Soon, he discovered that he had acquired a cheat that allowed him to gain experience points. The improvement in his skills brought him unexpected surprises. It turned out that those legends were real! Lightness skills could truly allow someone to walk on snow without leaving a trace and leap from roof to roof. The indestructible body could indeed make one's body as hard as a diamond, making one impervious to blades and spears. Innate Qi could give one terrifying strength that was able to crush iron into pieces. From then on, Wang An embarked on the cultivation path of gaining experience points like crazy.

Vương Bảo Nhạc – một thiếu niên xuất thân từ một gia đình trung lưu nhưng nuôi chí lớn trở thành Tổng thống Liên bang và vào học tại Học viện Phiêu Miễu. Nhờ chí khí, sự thông minh, chăm chỉ và liều lĩnh của mình cùng với việc nghiên cứu rất kĩ tự truyện quan lớn, Vương Bảo Nhạc từng bước leo lên những vị trí quan trọng và khẳng định được vị thế của mình mình trong bộ máy Liên bang. Giữa toan tính, âm mưu và bí mật của các thế lực khắp Liên bang cùng những bí ẩn của về cổ kiếm đồng xanh và vũ trụ trong kỷ Linh Nguyên, Vương Bảo Nhạc từng bước giác ngộ và âm thầm rèn luyện những duyên cơ của riêng mình. Có thể nói, Vương Bảo Nhạc tay không xây dựng cơ đồ, mặc sức mạnh và những âm mưu thâm hiểm, phức tạp, tranh đoạt của các thế lực lớn nhỏ trong khắp Liên bang. Trong quá trình đó, thông qua lời thách đố về một loại khí công chưa được xác thực do chị đẹp của thế giới mộng tưởng trong mặt nạ nói khoác, Vương Bảo Nhạc luyện được Minh Hỏa và vô tình trở thành minh tử của một môn phái bí ẩn đã biến mất từ lâu. Minh Hỏa này lại có liên quan mật thiết với hang thần binh của Sao Hỏa, nơi mà Vương Bảo Nhạc đang làm Thành chủ. Những bí mật về sự liên quan thần bí này sẽ được tìm ra thế nào và liệu Vương Bảo Nhạc có gặp nguy hiểm khi có liên quan tới môn phái bí ẩn kia? Mời độc giả cùng tìm câu trả lời trong những chương tiếp theo của Tam thốn nhân gian.

Chung Minh là một họa sĩ xuất sắc, được mọi người tôn xưng là “đại thần thế giới ảo”. Anh sáng tạo ra một tựa game bùng nổ vang dội, thế nhưng khi thu lại được khoản lợi nhuận kếch xù, các đối tác trở mặt, đẩy anh ra khỏi dự án. Ngay sau đó anh lại phát hiện ra mình đã mắc ung thư giai đoạn cuối. Chung Minh không cam tâm, anh vẫn còn rất trẻ nhưng lại bất đắc dĩ phải rời xa thế giới này! Một điều kỳ diệu đã xảy ra, Chung Minh không chết mà nhập hồn vào cơ thể của chính mình trong thế giới song song và sống lại! Anh có được một cơ thể khỏe mạnh, đầy sức sống thanh xuân và một tương lai đầy hy vọng. Sống lại một đời, Chung Minh quyết tâm biến ước mơ dang dở của kiếp trước thành hiện thực, anh hy vọng sẽ tự tay sáng lập một đế chế giải trí tương tác khổng lồ. Thân phận của Chung Minh là một sinh viên mới tốt nghiệp, để thực hiện được ước mơ của mình, anh phải bắt đầu lại từ những mục tiêu nhỏ nhất.

【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.

He will always find her. In every life he will find her. He will love her. He will be her doom. This is their curse. Seri was a smalltown girl. She had a good life, loving supportive parents and friends, a bright future as an artist ahead of her. Her world abruptly changes when she meets a handsome stranger at a bar. His presence threatens to tear her heart apart as she learns the truth about herself. Her lineage. Her past. and their curse. When sudden disappearance shake her town and someone close to her disappears, Seri's world shatters. A war is brewing between Heaven and Earth, mortals and immortals. It will be the final war. Seri will embark on a journey that threatens to unravel the secrets hidden long ago. these secrets will force her to make a choice, one that could tip the scales deciding the fate of the world. This book is a bit of a slow burn but when it picks up the steam will satisfy the wait. Exerts from the book: *BANG* My ears were ringing, it suddenly got so much colder. Hard to breathe. Next to me mother shrieks in horror looking at my stomach. There’s blood. It was leaking from me. Pain slammed into me, felt like I was hit with a thousand knives. It was so agonizing I tried to brace myself back against the railing. Hard to breathe. I could feel the warmth of my blood dripping from my mouth. Looking down and a dark red color drenched me. Mother on her knees wailing uncontrollably. Detaching my clipped life vest to look at my hole. Blood now smeared my vision as I tried to wipe the red from my eyes. Screams and footsteps echoed loudly in my ears. Then suddenly I’m falling. “Hey now, hey now, fainting at the sight of me are you?” His sensual voice slipped in my ears like smooth milk chocolate. the taste of iron consumed my mouth, hot blood flooded me when I tried to laugh. It hurt. Oh god why did it hurt so bad. Tears drifted down my cheeks the salt leaving a trail of it’s path behind it. “You’re gonna be okay, I promise.” “You found me.” a smile creeped up my face. “I’ll always find you.” The ship began to lift into the air and people began to fall. I blink and then I’m falling. With one breath in I hit the ice cold water. Paralyzed. I couldn’t move. The screams and cries of woman and children pounded with water. Slipping. I was slipping under the violent thrashing waves. The air being sucked from my lungs. I try to open to breathe only got water to rush in instead. I was drowning. I was going to die. Gasping for air only to swallow more water. The water was like liquid ice touching my skin, but my lungs burned. A scream burst from my mouth only to be drowned by the water that came in after. I sank deeper and deeper.* *I saw his eyes flash a glowing white before he closed them and started kissing me again. This time it was gentler and softer than before. He tasted like warm honey biscuits. He was passionate and relaxed with his movement. I didn’t stop him. No, instead, I let him claim my lips. I run my hands though his hair pulling his face closer to mine. He rests his body on me, his weight heavy against my smaller frame, pressing me into the bed. The pressure of his body weight made me want to spread my legs and when I did a fire sparked inside me, my core was a blaze. My intimate area felt wet and hot like lava, and it was like everything around me melted away and I was lost in this kiss. This single moment in my life was undoing me. He pulled my head up sliding his arm underneath my neck to keep his body lifted slightly as he ran his fingers up my side. My body jolted; my hips instinctively lifted upwards, pushing against him. I could feel him harden between my legs and an unfamiliar ache stirred inside me, I moaned into his mouth. I could feel my body burning up again. I was getting dizzy, and I started to sweat. Or was that steam coming from us? Stars began dancing in my vision. Then a darkness swallowed me, and I was lost.* discord for this book is: https://discord.gg/Wx3RS62W

"-Thousands of years, waiting for the sun to shine on us again. Thousands of years, screaming for the gods to take mercy on us. Thousands of years, crying for our loved ones to come back to life. Hundreds of nights pitying our enemies who suffered the same inhumane human-created disasters due to human greed that knows no bounds." He spoke coldly, choking the lungs of the woman sitting in front of him. The woman who knew nothing, yet, still became a victim of the same disaster he endured for thousands and thousands of years. Her sharp eyebrows that he follows to thin almond-shaped eyes that shone grey with pearls falling from them as if she were a clam endlessly spilling precious jewels with no one to help collect them. However, his mouth still continued to spill the cold truth to her "So many centuries...Waiting to be saved by someone, anyone. How many years can a person hold onto a meaningless life like this? Tell me, Miss Shao. How, in the end, could I have saved my people? Should I have asked them to do the same as me? Cursed to live for eternity being haunted by the ghosts of our past." He smiled ruthlessly while the woman's lips trembled, while she wordlessly brushed the tears that escaped her away. "-Force them to witness their loved ones die from either their own hands or mine, their leader. Tell me, exactly what is this life supposed to amount to at the sacrifice of so many others?"

YÊU NHAU TRONG HẬN Tuệ An và Hải Đăng từng là một cặp đôi hoàn hảo, yêu nhau sâu đậm. Nhưng vì một hiểu lầm nghiêm trọng do kẻ thứ ba dàn dựng, họ chia tay trong đau khổ. Năm năm sau, Tuệ An trở lại, không còn là cô gái yếu đuối ngày xưa. Cô đã thay đổi – mạnh mẽ, lạnh lùng, và mang trong mình một kế hoạch trả thù hoàn hảo. Trớ trêu thay, người yêu hiện tại của Hải Đăng lại chính là kẻ đã phá nát mối quan hệ của họ năm đó. Nhưng anh không hề hay biết rằng mình đang bị thao túng… Yêu – Hận đan xen, sự thật bị chôn vùi dần hé lộ. Khi quá khứ quay lại, liệu họ có thể tha thứ cho nhau? Hay tất cả chỉ còn là những vết thương không thể lành? Một câu chuyện đầy kịch tính, drama và những cú twist không ngờ!

A young king sits upon his throne, but power is never truly given—it is taken, earned, or unearthed from the ruins of those who failed before. In his hands lies an ancient book, its pages whispering secrets only the worthy may claim. But knowledge is a double-edged sword, and what lurks within the ink may shape him… or consume him. Elsewhere, beneath the cold embrace of an endless abyss, another boy descends. The waters press in, heavy as fate itself. He does not thrash, does not surrender. Instead, he waits, lungs burning, muscles screaming—until the moment to rise comes. And when it does, he does not merely surface. He ascends. One walks the path of shadows, the other climbs toward the unknown. Two destinies, carved in defiance of limits. But the higher one soars, the deeper the other falls. And when the moment comes, when their paths inevitably cross—will the sky darken, or will the night be pierced by light?

After a routine grocery run, Kyla and her brother, Kiloil, return home—only to find themselves in a world they no longer recognize. Their neighbor? A man with bunny ears. Kyla’s best friend? A tigress with three husbands. Their mother? Not only alive, but a powerful matriarch ruling over a clan—while their father is merely a divorced concubine. As if that weren’t enough, Kyla undergoes a second transformation, awakening as a panther beastman with lightning and water-based abilities. Now classified as an S-Grade Alpha, she’s suddenly one of the hottest commodity on the planet— Elite Omegas and Betas alike are competing for her hand in marriage. For this county bumpkin, she never signed up for this. But destiny has other plans. With war looming between beastmen and their ancient enemy—intergalactic aliens—Kyla and Kiloil must navigate power struggles, newfound responsibilities, and the dangerous secrets buried within their own past. Survival is no longer a choice. It’s a fight. —————— - Romance Novel with Harem and LGBTQ elements. The MC is straight, however. - Slow start and will pick up around chapter 11 - There will be time skips and different POVs - I’m writing this for fun, so don’t take it seriously

“Kuha!” I gasped and backed away, plunging out my lance out of ‘Amaranth’s’ chest. Blood seeped out of my mouth in quite literally deathly amounts. But I did not waver, I might be close to dying, my body is collapsing, but my will isn’t. “Major… no, Kiera.” I spoke, although barely. “Always remember; there are no victors in war, only survivors with scars.” My knees buckled, and I fell to one. “Also, write it on my tombstone: …” I struggled and stood back up again. Coughing up blood, I glared unto the now heavily injured Omega class with hate so pure, passion instilled, and commitment to burn. “… on the day of December 31st, year 2060, Harbinger of Humanity’s Ordinance, died with badassery, slaying a god.” For a good 5 seconds, I was met with silence before I received an answer. “…Alright. I will make sure. Now go and kick its ass.” A deep sigh resounded in my ears. I smirked, for one final attack, I let my Exsia run rampant and uncontrolled. Amaranth glared at me with contempt as it also began to prepare its final attack. “Arrogant human, I admit that you posses sufficient might to harm me. But you fall short from killing me, feel the wrath of heaven, be torn asunder repeatedly again!” A giant sword of pure crimson energy appeared behind it as I felt the Exsia fluctuations from it. Again, white flames burst out from my frame, burning to its brightest state. “A star is most brilliant before its death, heaven may fall, but I stand tall: BERNSTEIN!!!” I shouted, as I lunged forward unto the devastating attack in front of me, capable of leveling entire countries, but my attack did not waver and a bright white light engulfed my vision, taking me into its embrace. Then I heard a gentle whispering voice. [What would you wish for if you could live your life again?]

Elias Adams had long given up on life. Once a brilliant engineer, he drowned his days in routine and his nights in smoke, each cigarette dragging him closer to the inevitable. Lung cancer was already gnawing at his body, and he welcomed the end with open arms. But fate had other plans. A tragic explosion in his lab should have been the final page of his story. Instead, he awakens to warmth—to the gentle touch of his mother, her voice calling his name. But it’s not a dream. He’s been reborn. Back in his own past, as a baby. At first, he resents this cruel twist of fate. He never wanted a second chance. He never wanted to live again. But as time passes, the pain of his former regrets weighs heavier than his reluctance to exist. Slowly, hesitantly, he starts to change things—mending his broken relationships, forging friendships he never had, and daring to chase the dream he once abandoned: becoming a football player. With every step forward, Elias reshapes his destiny, transforming from a man who once craved death into someone who finally learns to live. But the shadows of his past still linger—will he be able to outrun them, or will history repeat itself once more? A story of redemption, love, and the power of second chances, "A Second Breath" asks: If you were given another life, would you finally choose to live?