Precum Stain

In the frozen wilderness of the Snow Lands, Scypha embarks on her coming-of-age journey with her wolf companion, Darko, when she experiences her first blackout. She wakes to find her hands stained with blood and no memory of what happened. As these episodes become more frequent, their cause unknown, she can only grow increasingly fearful of the violent, uncontrollable forces growing within her and the unsettling euphoria that always seems to follow. Far to the south, the dryad Eletha, a fervent guardian of nature who harbors deep disdain for humans, faces her own troubles. Dealing with the meat-men has never brought her forest or its people anything but grief, and an inevitable conflict is brewing. One can hope for a peaceful solution, but given the unreconcilable differences between the two peoples, others might be far more appealing...

Matthew, a 25-year-old otaku, never imagined his obsession with fantasy worlds would turn into reality—until a fatal gas leak ended his life and transported him to another world. But this wasn’t the second chance he hoped for. Born as the illegitimate son of an affair, his very existence was a stain on his family’s honor, and his father relentlessly sought to kill him. Yet Matthew, now Claude, survived, again and again, driven by an unyielding will to live. Until one day he discovered his power darkness. Feared and reviled in this world, dark mages were hunted and burned alive. Knowing his gift could become his downfall, he trained in secret under Theo, his true father. When he turned sixteen, he, his mother, Dalia, and Theo planned their escape from the small town. But their attempt was thwarted by knights and clerics from the Promised Land. Though he narrowly escaped with his life, the cost was high—his family’s safety shattered. Wounded and desperate, Matthew fled to the fabled Elysian Plains, the last hope for those like him. However, just as they neared Elysium, Claude was struck down by the Saint—killed in an instant. Yet, against all odds, he lived again. The voice of the man before him confirmed it. “You are the descendant of the Lord of Calamity. I grant you this kingdom and the power to crush all who stand in your way.” The man’s lips curled into a chilling smile. “Write your own bloody history, Claude. Until we meet again, I expect you to have conquered this world.” And with that, Claude awakened to a power beyond his imagination—the legendary system he had longed for. Yet, as he soon realized, it was no system at all. [Oh? So you expect me to be like the ones in your memories?] [A system that grants you quests and guides your hand?] [Very well.] [Welcome to the Elysium of Darkness System, Lord of Calamity.] A series of commands etched themselves into his mind, each word dripping with ominous purpose. [Your first quest has been issued.] [Increase the number of dwellers in Elysium using your seed and blood. Spread your legacy by making demons and witches bear your children.]

The jeers followed her like a persistent shadow. "Murderer!" the crowd screamed, their faces contorted in a grotesque parody of the adoration she once commanded. Just months ago, they had screamed her name, their voices a deafening roar as she shimmied across the stage, a beacon of light and pop perfection. Now, their cheers had morphed into venomous hisses, their eyes burning with a hatred that chilled her to the bone. Noelle clutched her lawyer's arm, his face a mask of grim determination. The cameras flashed, capturing her every move, every tremor of fear. The headlines screamed: "Pop Princess Plummets: Noelle Accused of Murder." The irony wasn't lost on her. Her life, once a carefully constructed fairytale of fame and fortune, had become a grotesque tragedy. The trial was a circus. The whispers, the sneers, the relentless scrutiny – it was a constant assault on her senses. Her once loyal fans, the ones who'd plastered her face on their bedroom walls, now reveled in her downfall. They devoured every salacious detail, every whispered accusation, every tear she dared to shed. The verdict was a foregone conclusion. Guilty. Noelle watched the judge pronounce the sentence, her mind a whirlwind of disbelief and despair. Death by lethal injection. ‘At least they did not give me the electric chair’ she thought to herself in a poor attempt at humor. * Months later, a solitary figure knelt at her grave, the wind whipping at his hair. Rain lashed down, mirroring the tears that streamed down his face. "I'm sorry, Areum," he sobbed, his voice hoarse with grief. "I'm so sorry I was too late." He clutched a single, wilted rose, its petals stained crimson, a poignant reminder of the life that had been brutally extinguished. * Noelle is a bright star who has the world at her feet, she feels no guilt about being the other woman coming between a husband and his wife. After all, Evan had been in love with her since they were teenagers. The only reason he married Ma-Ri was because his family demanded it, if he had a choice he would surely have picked her… When she gets wrongfully accused of murdering Ma-Ri, she loses everything and is sentenced to death, everyone including Evan turn against her and she is left to die a miserable death. She is reborn and this time she faces the humiliation of being the woman who is being cheated on. She is determined to end the cycle and not let the future she had seen come to pass, she decides to step out of the picture and focus on her career. In doing so, everything changes, Evan clings to her and refuses to let her go, a mysterious stranger who has been studying her also steps in and decides to fight for a chance to be with her.

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

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

A good brother was troubled by the need to break off a marriage engagement, After drinking, the young Marquis of Marquis Duanjing Residence, Yan Qing, was willing to take a stab for his good brother, "It's just a woman, right? I'll marry her!" When the alcohol wore off, he looked at Ling Hua who had come to find him— He regretted it so much his guts turned green! At the age of thirteen, Ling Hua struck the complaint drum to bring a lawsuit to the Emperor's attention, daring to risk her life by dragging down the Crown Prince's Grand Tutor's family from power, saving the entire Ling Family and thus making a name for herself in the Capital City. Three years later, she reorganized the Ling Family, firmly grasping it in her hands, leaving no one able to shake it. Every time Yan Qing mentioned her, he sighed with emotion, thankful he didn't marry this woman. —In the end, he married her! ------------------------ Yan Qing: A young man holding a grasp of the crisp breeze, intoxicating the verdant courtyard with the fragrance of orchids for miles Ling Hua: Stained by the color of Begonia from Qiyun Mountain, worthy of plucking a single bloom to hasten the adornment of makeup

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

Cain Wright was born in the shadow of a legend. The son of Leonard Wright, an S-Class hero, and brother to Adrian Wright, a prodigy blessed with divine power. But when Cain placed his hand on the Awakening Pillar, fate branded him with the ultimate humiliation—an E-Rank. Weak. Worthless. A stain on the Wright name. Discarded. Forgotten. Left to rot. But when a dungeon portal swallows him whole, Cain is forced into a fight for survival. Beaten, broken, and on the brink of death, he awakens with a power unlike any other. [Skill Acquired: Apex Predator] —Copy and enhance any ability. The world that mocked him will soon tremble. From the lowest of the low, Cain rises alone to become an Apex Hunter who solos dungeons no team dares to enter. [WPC Entry] Please support me. ༼ つ ◕_◕ ༽つ

Protagonist: Huang Zhong: Male, 17 years old at the beginning of the story, in the critical period of youth rebellion. He is thin, with slightly messy short hair, and his eyes are often stubborn and confused. Because he grew up in a repressive family environment for a long time, he is sensitive and has a strong self-esteem. He usually wears simple T-shirts and jeans, and there are occasionally some stains on his clothes, which is a small portrayal of his unruly life. He lives with his parents in a residential building in an old community. The small and dim room carries his countless sleepless nights. The walls of the room are covered with posters of his favorite rock bands, which is his yearning for freedom. Key characters: Father: Male, in his forties, an ordinary factory worker, busy all day for the family's livelihood. Long-term fatigue makes him slightly hunched, and his face is full of traces of time. He is not good at speaking and has serious communication barriers with Huang Zhong. When Huang Zhong rebels and makes mistakes, he always treats him in a simple and rough way, which also deepens the gap between father and son. Mother: Female, also in her forties, is an ordinary housewife with a gentle but somewhat cowardly personality. Faced with the conflict between her husband and son, she often feels powerless and can only cry secretly. She always manages the big and small affairs of the family, trying to maintain this shaky home with silent efforts. Best friend: Male, about the same age as Huang Zhong, a boy with a generous personality and a strong sense of friendship. He is tall and strong, with two deep dimples when he smiles, giving people a sunny and cheerful feeling. He and Huang Zhong met on the street and experienced many rebellious days together. When Huang Zhong was in danger, he always stood up without hesitation. The injury that time to protect Huang Zhong became an important opportunity for Huang Zhong's life transformation.

On the day of Sloane’s long-awaited mating ceremony, her world shatters. When the pack is attacked by vicious rouges, Her mate and pack alpha is forced to choose between his mate Sloane and his first love, Celeste. Sloane’s sister. Ryan’s doesn’t hesitate to choose Celeste, and Sloane’s left to die in the brutal attack. Sloane barely survives, only to wake up to a far greater nightmare. Framed for betrayal. Stripped of her title. Banished. But the goddess is done with her yet.. As she’s dragged to the borders, Alpha Kael returns. The true heir. The ruthless warrior and Ryland’s older brother. The moment he lays eyes on Sloane, his wolf growls one undeniable word: Mate. Kael has returned to reclaim what’s his—his pack, his title, and now, her. But Sloane has learned the hard way that mates can betray, and this time, she refuses to be weak. Because if Kael truly wants her, he’ll have to fight for her. ~~~~~~ “Help me..” Sloane slurred, she barely felt the pain—her body was numb, her hands trembled as she pressed them against her stomach. Something is wrong. but she couldn’t… Her vision blurred and then she heard footsteps, heavy and desperate. She lifted her gaze and saw him, her mate. “Ryland…” She lifts her hand weakly, reaching for him. He’s here. He can save her. Ryland’s gaze lands on her, his face pale as he takes in the blood staining her dress. His jaw clenches. For a second, she thinks he’s going to come for her. But then his eyes shift. Past her. To the figure trapped behind her. Celeste. Sloane watched in horror as everything about him changed. The tightness in his expression melts away, replaced with relief. Ryland rushes past Sloane like she’s nothing. Drops to his knees before Celeste. “I’m here. I’ve got you.” His voice is full of warmth—love. A love he never had for Sloane. Ryland grabbed her hand instantly, holding it like she’s his entire world. Sloane couldn’t breathe. “Ryland,” she chokes out, her body shaking. “Please… help me. Our baby..” He doesn’t even look at her. “I won’t let anything happen to you, Celeste. I should have chosen you from the start.” He picked her up, ready to walk away. Sloane tried one last time, her voice weak. “Ryland….please..” Ryland paused to look at her, his gaze flickered to the blood that trickled down her legs then walked away with Celeste clinging unto his arm.

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

In a gaslit city where time is currency and memories are traded like coins, Linden Hawthorn, a reclusive archivist, inherits a broken pocket watch and a blood-stained journal after his father vanishes. The watch doesn’t tick—it feeds. With every cryptic vision it offers, it devours fragments of Linden’s past: the scent of his father’s pipe smoke, his sister’s voice, even the reason he began his search. The journal leads him to a drowned barge filled with corpses clutching coins from the future, a porcelain doll that whispers of a faceless figure called the Woundless Man, and a hidden underworld where aristocrats trade seconds of life and cultists worship gears instead of gods. As Linden uncovers his father’s sins—a legacy of stolen time and mechanized horrors—he must decide what he’s willing to lose: his memories, his morality, or his very soul. But the watch hungers, and the shadowy Tockmen who pull its strings demand payment in blood. Time is running out. And it’s taking Linden with it.

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

In the glittering, snake-infested court of Ignis, where power was a double-edged sword and loyalty a rare gem, Selanthia Amaris Nyxveil stood as a legend cloaked in infamy. Known by many names—*The Hound of the Emperor*, **The Cursed Sword*, **The Witch of Nyxveil*, and *The Abandoned One*—she was a weapon forged by duty and sharpened by betrayal. For forty long years, she served as the Emperor’s blade, cutting down threats to the throne with ruthless precision. Yet, behind the cold steel and the icy gaze, Selanthia harbored no love for the crown or the vipers who surrounded it. She was a woman bound by fate, not choice. At 48, weary of the endless machinations of the court, Selanthia chose to retire. With no family to call her own, she left behind the gilded cage of Ignis for the simplicity of the countryside. Her dreams were modest: to bake sweet treats, tend to chickens, lose herself in books she’d never had time to read, and find solace in the quiet rhythm of church prayers. A peaceful, ordinary life—a stark contrast to the blood-stained path she had walked for decades. But fate, it seemed, had other plans. Just 28 hours into her newfound tranquility, Selanthia’s life was brutally cut short. Poisoned and attacked in the dead of night, she breathed her last beneath a cold, uncaring sky. Her final thoughts were not of vengeance or regret for the life she had led, but of the life she had never known. She wished for love, for a kind and handsome partner, for children whose laughter might have filled the void in her heart. She wished she had never taken up the sword, that she might have written a different ending to her tale. Yet, death was not the end. Selanthia awoke not in the afterlife but in a world both familiar and strange. Perched high in a cherry blossom tree, she was greeted by the voice of Rina, her long-dead confidante. Now, thrust into a bewildering new reality, Selanthia must unravel the threads of this strange second chance. Is this a cruel jest of the gods, a dream spun from her dying regrets, or something far more sinister? And why, of all people, THAT MAN—who disappeared without a word— is acting all weird? As the petals of the cherry blossoms fall around her, Selanthia finds herself caught in a web of mystery, romance, and perhaps, redemption. But in this enchanted new life, where nothing is as it seems, can she unravel the twist of life brought forward by THAT MAN? Or will the shadows of her past rise to claim her once more?

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

Fate knows that timid people won't amuse her, so she serves them plain death as a conclusion. Being a meek person, the sixteen year old Kanito Aramishi's dreams were modest – living a decent and respectful life. If there was something he hated the most, it was standing out. He hated becoming the centre of attention. However one day, his biggest fear came true, a life-changing event uprooted him from his life of sweet normalcy. Returning home one night from his high school's farewell party, Kanito finds himself struck in an array of supernatural events. He is stabbed in the chest by a mysterious man and as he is about to die, he sees ferrocious, otherworldly creatures appear out of countless red portals. As he was about to die, contemplating his mysterious death, He sees a blue portal in the sky from where a man comes down to save him. In a desperate attempt, the man takes Kanito to a totally different world. There he finds out that a mysterious race called the "demons" have waged a war against possibly every life form in existence. The night he bid farewell to his school became the night when he bid farewell to his own world. He accquired the status of a refugee, a stain that he will carry forever. The destruction of Earth was a permanent, irreversible loss and there was no home to look back and admire. Hence, the sole goal of Kanito's life became achieving the dream of living a normal life even in this abnormal situation. However in doing so, Kanito who once considered himself a humble, modest and just individual finds his morals dwindling. What is this growing cruelty inside? Is violence, hatred and horror justified in a cruel world? What will Kanito choose – the newfound cruelty or the long-cherished empathy? Those will answered as the march of time continues revealing the refugee's and eventually the world's true purpose.

The Duke’s Forsaken Bride Synopsis On the day of her wedding, Lady Isadora Everhart stood at the altar—only for her groom to never arrive. Humiliated before the kingdom, abandoned by the man she was meant to marry, she was left ruined, a stain upon her family’s honor. Exiled to the countryside, Isadora vowed never to forgive him. But when an assassin slips into her chambers with a chilling ultimatum—Marry the Duke, or you won’t live to see the next sunrise—she realizes her disgrace was only the beginning. Killian Blackmoor returns, colder and more ruthless than before. No apologies. No explanations. Just a demand: marry him, and he will ensure her survival. But Isadora is not the same woman he left behind. If she must stand at his side, she will uncover the secrets he hides. Why did he abandon her? What enemies now threaten them both? And why does she feel the pull of something far more dangerous than hate—something that feels like longing? Vows were broken. Lies were spun. But in a world where loyalty is a weapon, marriage to the Duke may be her greatest act of revenge. #HistoricalRomance #EnemiesToLovers #ArrangedMarriage #Betrayal #SlowBurn #StrongFemaleLead #RuthlessMaleLead #PoliticalIntrigue #Revenge #Suspense

“These bedchambers have missed your scent.” His voice, low and rough, made her pulse quicken. Her fear surged, boundless, as he closed the stained glass doors behind him. “Please… let me go,” she pleaded, trembling as he pulled her close, his touch burning against her skin. “You fled this place while carrying my child. Why did you come back?” he murmured, his lips trailing down her neck as they had so many times before. “I… don’t know,” she managed, her voice barely a whisper. Luciana Mircea de Amanécer, princess of the Holy Empire that ruled the skies, had once lived in a world of beauty and privilege—a devoted father, joyful sisters, wealth, and a loving fiancé. Yet that life shattered with a single conversation. One day, her father appeared in her chambers, eyes solemn, bearing news that upended her world. “You will be married,” he said, but the name wasn’t that of the man she cherished. Instead, she was to be wed to the ruthless crown prince of the rival Demon Empire, an alliance forged to quell the simmering tensions between their kingdoms. “Father, please…” she begged. “My child,” he murmured, his voice heavy with regret. “It is your duty as the firstborn princess. This marriage will protect the realm… and your little sisters.” For the first time in her life, Luciana saw him bow to her, his plea wordless but clear. Yielding to her father’s desperate request, she accepted her fate. In a single day, she went from princess to wife, her dreams abandoned and her future reshaped. But the white wedding gown was soon stained crimson, marking her descent into a life she could never have anticipated. Could she learn to accept a man for whom compassion was an unfamiliar luxury, or would the love she had left behind rise to rescue her?

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

He married the daughter of the Lancaster family purely for revenge. He expected her to be obedient and submissive, not to resist or show emotions—a perfect pawn in his plan for vengeance. However, when his gaze locked onto the third daughter of the Lancaster family, the one who barged into the living room was her—disheveled and stained with blood. She seemed ordinary, but beneath the surface, she hid an unknown sharpness. "Do you love me?" he asked coldly. "You're crazy!" she rolled her eyes in disdain. In that moment, he smiled with satisfaction, believing he had everything under control. But she fought back. Marrying him was merely one step in her own plan. Four years later, with the Lancaster family completely destroyed, she threw the divorce papers in his face, smiling like the final victor: "Albert Wilson, have you finished using me? Thank you for making me think I once loved you. Now, never see me again, even in death." Just as she turned to leave in triumph, she accidentally walked into a gang's arms deal, and an explosion forever separated her from him. It was only when he found the two-month pregnancy test result among her belongings that he realized he had lost the only salvation of his life.

Humans are fickle creatures—pawns in a game far beyond their grasp. They kneel before the heavens, whispering prayers to gods who see them as nothing more than dust. Bei Zui once prayed too. Once begged. Once bled for their mercy. But mercy never came. Now, he no longer asks. He takes. With every life he sacrifices, the heavens tremble beneath his blade, their divine blood staining his hands. He walks a path carved from vengeance, cold and unyielding, until the last god falls and the skies drown in ruin.

Devastated by the death of her destined mate and her family, Reana refused to choose another mate for three years. But with the council breathing down her neck, she had no other choice but to consider her options: Beta Ryan, the one who was chosen by the pack to become her second chance mate. But to everyone's surprise, she chose a servant, Ryder. The pack members and the council were livid. How could they bow to a servant turned Alpha? It was already enough that their Black Moon Pack was magnanimous to strays – in the past, giving them a home and work to help their living conditions, but now, one of such people would become their Alpha? Impossible! No way! What if Ryder was a spy? An enemy in disguise? Meanwhile, Ryder, the servant, was more than that. He was the feared and revered Alpha Snow of the Southern Islands - the dared-devil who was at war with the moon goddess for three lifetimes, just for Reana. And this lifetime, he was going all out, laying all his cards down. Who cares what he has to become just to claim his woman? Since Reana would not marry an Alpha from other packs, yet, was destined to become a Luna, then joining her pack as a 'pitiful' servant was his best bet. *** Reana's heart skipped a beat. There was something about the way Ryder said 'My Luna' that sent a shiver down her spine. The possessive undertone was unmistakable, and for a moment, Reana felt a flutter in her chest. She looked away, trying to compose herself. Perhaps, he didn't mean it that way, after all, he was the first to call her that. It was either 'Luna Reana' or plainly 'Luna.' With this conclusion, she turned back to him, her face cold and indifferent as usual, intending to respond. "You're my cho—" She stopped herself, her gaze drifting to the smudge of blood on his cheek. She didn't like the stain; it marred his handsome face like a drop of red ink on a white ceremonial dress. Without thinking, Reana reached out to clean the blood. As her hand made contact with his warm skin, a jolt of electricity coursed through her. Startled and about to withdraw her hand, Ryder suddenly leaned into her touch. Reana's heart skipped another beat. Ryder's eyes locked onto hers, his gaze burning with intensity. "Does My Luna find me worthy to become her chosen mate?" he asked, his voice low and husky. "I think I have good qualities. I don't have a mate, nor have I ever touched any woman. I'm still a virgin…" *** Please, check the comment first, then prologue chapter before you dive into the story. It's very, very important. More tags~ #Rebirth #Obsession

Blood stains the promises made in the dark. In a world where loyalty is bought with sacrifice, a forbidden vow binds two souls in an unbreakable pact. When a powerful family is betrayed, the price of vengeance is paid in blood. As secrets unravel and past sins resurface, one question remains-how far will they go to honor a promise written in crimson? Love, betrayal, and fate collide in a deadly game where vows are more than just words... they are a curse.

The night should have been steeped in darkness, but instead, the heavens blazed. A second sun rose over the Kingdom of Eldoria, bathing the land in ethereal gold. Flowers bloomed in an instant, their petals unfurling as if reaching for an unseen deity. The animals of the Whispering Woods stirred, their cries rising in eerie harmony. It was a sign. A rare omen. A child of the elements had been born. But not one child—two. Inside the Dravenhart estate, hidden deep within the forest, screams shattered the unnatural stillness. Lady Althea Dravenhart clung to the sweat-drenched sheets, her body wracked with the agony of bringing life into the world. The midwife gasped as the first child was placed in her arms. A strong boy, his tiny hand clenched into a fist. And there it was—the mark of the elements, inked onto his shoulder like a birthright. An earth elemental. Lord Cassius Dravenhart, Commander of Eldoria’s armies, allowed himself a breath of relief. His son would live. His son would be accepted. But then came the second cry, softer, yet undeniable. Another babe, smaller, delicate. The midwife hesitated as she turned the child over, her breath hitching as her eyes landed on the impossible. The mark. The same symbol of power, only this time, glowing like liquid silver against baby-soft skin. A girl. Terror seized Cassius’s chest. His hands, calloused from years of war, clenched into fists. Female elementals were forbidden—killed on sight. It was a decree, a law upheld for centuries. He should take his sword, end it before anyone found out. But the moment his gaze fell upon the child’s face, his heart twisted violently. Those eyes, still barely open, were his wife’s. The softness of her cheeks, the delicate fingers—she was his blood, his daughter. The midwife’s lips parted, horror dawning in her gaze. “It cannot be—” Steel sliced through the air. Blood splattered the wooden floors as the midwife’s body crumpled. Cassius stood over her, sword still gripped in his shaking hand. The only sound in the room was Althea’s sobs, muffled against the newborn cradled to her chest. His daughter. A forbidden child. Cassius turned, his voice rough with command. “We tell no one. She died at birth.” Althea’s watery gaze met his. “And when they come looking?” “They won’t.” With blood staining his hands, Cassius lifted the child and held her close. He would not let the world take her. Not the kingdom. Not the king. Not the laws written by men who knew nothing of what it meant to love a child beyond all reason. Selene Dravenhart was born in secret, beneath a second sun. And no one—no one—would ever know. But fate is a cruel mistress. And secrets have a way of unraveling.

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

{Warning: Mature content} The World called me an abomination, a freak of nature, a stain from my mother's legs. Even after righting their wrongs with my blade, it was still the same. However, in the midst of my despair, one person reached out his warm hand for me. Lucifer Morningstar. Even though he is the Devil spoken of in Legends, I shall take the leap of faith and do his bidding. To take breath in reincarnation in another world and Slaughter my foes: Demons, Angels, Devils, gods, and everything I consider EVIL in my PATH Don't get me wrong, my blade is a respecter of neither man nor beast. All that stand in my way shall FALL to the recreation of a world in the image I see fit. ............ If you want to know how sick this book is, read the first chapter. I still don't know how the idea for this book came out of my head. (Heaven! please forgive me) ..... Demons, Devils, Fallen Angels, Angels, Soul Eaters, Cursers, Witches, Dark elves, Hell beasts, Heaven Beasts, Death Beasts... Practically, Every sick, both rosy and terrible thing of the underworld will be found in this book. My research is deep. (Note: Sick Shit happens here. If you don't have stomach for it, please run. You still have time.)

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

Renessa finally returns to her home after eleven years, only to find that things have changed. Her father had remarried a woman who seemed to hate her to death. Her stepsister, who looks like an angel, occupies her room and successfully snatches Renessa's position as the best child in her father's heart. No, she was never the best daughter in her father's heart. Her father never wanted her and hated her. Even the man's hatred for Renessa sometimes made Renessa question her true identity. But behind it all, the reason for Renessa's return was to find out the whereabouts of her mother's grave which only her father knew. Her father seemed to have prepared everything to throw her and the memory of her late mother out of the house. But don’t call her Renessa If she doesn't come home with a secret weapon in her hand. She has full rights to all of her mother's wealth which made her existence like a stubborn stain amid her father's harmonious family.

Being born into a prominent family that had produced countless generations of world-renowned geniuses, sets quite a high standard of explanation to the world of Pax as what genius should be. The house of Von Albertine Simmons is Pax’s most highly respected aristocratic house. With a clean and untarnished name, the kingdom’s most brilliant officials were mainly members of the Von Albertine Simmons house. Even the royals are unable to disrespect the greatly asserted family for they are of great value to the kingdom. Enemies of all kinds could only tremble in fear when faced by a member of the family, creatures of all kinds would humble themselves to respect and offer adoration for the family’s heroic and admirable achievements. Having to have saved the world countless of times, such status in the kingdom requires attentive and strong-stomached courage with strong moral values. But the sixth child named Asher Von Albertine Simmons of the most prominent couple of that family seems to be a special case. Unlike his other siblings or ancestral linage, he seems to have not inherited the family’s god-given aptitude as most had expected of him. Thus, he was dubbed as the wretched stain of the Von Albertine Simmons house. Therefore, all types of creatures from around the world ridiculed him. Although, all he really wanted was a peaceful and quiet life in a secluded place with his family that truly loved him. Unfortunately, all good things must eventually come to an end. Disaster will befall upon the world of Pax. Thus, a new era will begin to unfold as no one shall be spared. He holds great secrets that he does not wish to unleash and live a life as freely as he could, but he holds the power to change everything. [Author's Note: Hello Lovely Readers! Thanks a lot for checking this story out, this story gonna be dark and will have some mature themes also, etc will be mentioned in the story. My grammar skills aren't exactly good as it's not my first language but I will try my best to make it readable and good enough. Asher is a bisexual person because of some reasons which going to be explained in the story and also in this story, there's no romance as the MC prefers to be single. But let see if it's going to change. Credit to The Author-same Sendaline_16 for helping with editing my synopsis. It would be totally awesome if you could check her work. Thanks for reading until the end. May you have a great pleasurable day ahead.]

For centuries, alchemy was the bridge between the mystical and the scientific, a pursuit of transformation-turning lead into gold, seeking the elixir of life, and unraveling the universe's deepest mysteries. But in the wake of revolution and the dawn of modern science, alchemy was cast aside, dismissed as an outdated relic of the past. Laboratories replaced cauldrons, and logic overtook wonder. The world moved on. Yet, in the quiet corners of a Persien family's tea shop, where the scent of cardamom and saffron swirled in the air, Roya Imani dared to dream of what was lost. Raised in a foreign land, her hands were skilled in brewing the most exquisite teas, each blend a delicate harmony of nature's gifts. But her heart yearned for more. The whisper of alchemy called to her-not for gold or immortality, but for knowledge, for the sheer wonder of unraveling the unknown. When fate grants her the chance to enroll in the prestigious Imperial Academy, Roya steps into a world that is both dazzling and treacherous. Here, she finds herself among scholars and aristocrats, some eager to push the boundaries of discovery, others determined to bury the past. She encounters allies who believe in her, rivals who challenge her, and adversaries who see her dream as an illusion best left forgotten. As she walks the fine line between tradition and progress, between the expectations of her family and the call of her ambitions, Roya must navigate secrets buried beneath ink-stained books, hidden agendas cloaked in civility, and a destiny far greater than she ever imagined. Will she rekindle the lost art of alchemy and carve a new future in its name? Or will she uncover truths that shake the very foundation of everything she believes in? "Roya: A Journey of Dreams and Destiny" is a tale of resilience, discovery, and the pursuit of knowledge-a journey where the past and future collide, and where one young woman's dream has the power to change the course of history.