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[Matured Content] In a world of gods and Faes. Isadora Skaldwood was born a Fae but of impure blood “mannfae” deemed an inferior creation of the olden gods. Yet at birth she was kissed by the goddess of life and blessed with the ability of a skin weaver, capable of healing any wound or affliction. Betrayed by her family, she's sold for gain, shipped across the world to a brothel, into the hands of a selfish businessman who exploited her abilities for years. Travelers come to this brothel not to lay with the rumored mannfae but to seek her abilities. But then everything changed when “He” appeared… Kraven Val Thrond, widely known as “The Reaper," a terrifying warrior feared by those who dared speak his name. Dangerously handsome, a presence identical to the god of death, silver eyes like the crescent moon—but a mind dipped in madness. Isadora despises him, not just for stealing her away, but for thrusting her into his world of blood and chaos. He’s insane! But that’s only the cherry on top, his obsession is wicked. But when he touches her, mix emotions and desires stirs, can a madman feel something? Of course not! He's more inclined to kill her than succumb to his desires. He has this "Thirst" and it triggers mostly toward her. Just a kiss is a clear invitation toward death and when he touches her... she might greet the god of death soon. Have the gods damned her again? They had thrown a Dark Fae toward her way who's obsessed with owning her soul. But in life, only a mate can claim another soul. ~ (Excerpt) "What do you even want from me?" Isadora asked, this time more desperate. "The answer to that question, love," he leaned more until their lips almost touched. "I really wish there was one," he murmured, before crashing his lips against hers. Sparks surged through her in waves, but she bit his lip, hard enough to draw blood. The action seemed to make him stop and she pushed away from him. Kraven licked his lips, amused and a maddening look in his eyes. "Go away!" she yelled at him, tears almost building in her eyes. Why was he making her feel this way? Hatred burned through her veins and yet torn between this was an undeniable pull. "I will, love.." he replied with a dangerous edge to his tone and an eerily glow to his silver eyes. "If you can outrun me, first..." he added, taking a step closer and she instinctively took one back. "Run, Isadora..." he growled, his voice raw and animalistic, like a beast on the verge of unleashing wrath. "...run!" ~ A/N: This is Dark Romance, don't expect a sweet ML! Extra Tags: #darkromance #slowburn #blood&gore #morallygreyML #medieval #warriors The cover is mine!

Asuriel Draelith thought she was human. On her 25th birthday, that illusion shattered. The forbidden blood in her veins awakened, and with it, a prophecy that binds her to a fate she doesn’t understand—and a body that is slowly falling apart. She has one year to live, unless she can uncover the truth behind her existence. Enter Vaerion Sinclair—enigmatic, powerful, and undeniably dangerous. He’s a devil with his own agenda, and unfortunately for both of them, his life is now tied to hers. Bound together by forces beyond their control, they must navigate an underworld of infernal corruption, supernatural crime syndicates, celestial politics, and a prophecy that could unmake reality itself. With time running out and enemies closing in, Asuriel must master the ink magic that flows through her soul, outwit devils and angels alike, and survive the war brewing in the shadows. Because the deeper she digs, the more she realizes… She was never meant to exist. And the other realms will do anything to erase her. - Darkly seductive, wickedly sharp, and laced with tension, this novel is an adult fantasy romance revolving around fate, power, and the dangerously thin line between love and destruction.

The 8 Asterian Envoys and the Garuda failed to awaken. The Time nearly consumed the blood-red moon, and the Queen of the Underworld Darkness had unleashed her dark magic, commanding monsters from the three realms. The Astral Conjurers were pushed to their limits. The world teetered on the brink of total annihilation. Amidst the raging war, Kairav ascended the Eternal Snow, pleading for the Celestial Lotus's blessing. Answering his call, the lotus rewound time—pulling Kairav three years into the past. Back when he was just a young Cryptozoologist, oblivious to the special bloodline running through his veins, his ability to wield ice elemental powers, and the unicorn spirit hidden within him. With his memories erased, he now finds himself bound to a Karma System, one that dictates the balance of fate—his own and those around him. To prevent history from repeating itself, he must overcome his past ignorance, awaken the 8 Asterian Envoys and the Garuda, and stop the rise of The Time and the Queen of the Underworld Darkness before it’s too late. Author’s Notes: Hello, dear readers! Here are a few things you might want to know before diving into this story. • This is a fantasy adventure novel with a touch of the system genre. It features elements of mystery and strong bonds of friendship. You won’t find any harem here. • Hero/MC: Intelligent, rational, a skilled problem-solver, and shrouded in mystery. • This story is filled with grand adventure— From exploring the Forest of Lost Souls to uncovering the secrets of an ancient Stepped Pyramid, to searching for the Eternal Sacred Water on a prehistoric island within the Everlasting Three Lakes Mountain. • Each journey demands wits, puzzle-solving skills, and the unraveling of deep mysteries. • The creatures and monsters in this novel are drawn from mythology, bringing unique and fascinating encounters throughout the story. I hope you’ll enjoy it! Thank you, and happy reading!

Meliza Lizondra had spent years on the run, hiding from a powerful man she had dared to cross all because of her first love. She blamed her foolish heart for the choices that had cost her everything: her family, friends, and the security of a normal life. Now, she lived in the shadows, moving from city to city, constantly looking over her shoulder, trapped in a relentless cycle of regret and survival. Ethan Almendraz was more than just the country's most eligible bachelor. He wasn't famous for his striking looks or sharp intellect alone; he was the formidable CEO of one of the nation's most powerful conglomerates. Ruthless in business and even more merciless when it came to matters of the heart, he had spent years hunting down the woman who had betrayed him. Iza. The only woman he had ever loved. The one who had shattered his heart and disappeared without a trace. He couldn't forgive her. He wouldn't. His only goal was to make her suffer, to make her realize exactly what she had lost. And when he found her, he would ensure she paid the price for her deception. But fate had other plans. When Meliza received an invitation to her best friend's wedding, she hesitated. The idea of stepping back into familiar territory, of surrounding herself with ghosts from a life she had abandoned, sent a shiver of fear down her spine. But loneliness was a cruel companion, and despite the risk, she longed for a taste of the past, if only for two days. She convinced herself she would be careful. She was wrong. Because Ethan was there too. The moment their eyes met for the first time after five years, the past came crashing down. For Meliza, it was like being thrust into a nightmare, the suffocating reminder of the man who had destroyed her, the one she had once loved so desperately. Hatred burned through her veins, but underneath it, buried beneath layers of pain and regret, was something far more dangerous. Something she refused to name. For Ethan, the sight of her was a spark to a fire that had never truly died. Years of fury and betrayal reignited in his chest, fueling the storm that had driven him to search for her all this time. He had waited too long for this moment. Now, she was within reach, and there would be no escape this time. She had once brought him to his knees. Now, it was his turn to make her beg. As their worlds collided once more, hatred and desire tangled in a dangerous game of vengeance and longing. Would they destroy each other, or would the fire consume them both again?

Planet Earth is devoid of spiritual energy and the system falls to awaken its spiritual veins. Ling Xu is sent to the tutorial mission where he will have to become stronger by killing beasts and cultivating as he practices the Basic Blood Circulation technique. A change occurs and Ling Xu enters enlightenment as a new cultivation technique appears in his status panel. Realizing he is the only one that possesses two cultivation techniques at the same time, Ling Xu searches for the reason why he got this techinque called Existence. [Story will be updated on Mondays, Wednesdays, and Fridays.]

------------------------------------------------ ------------------------------------------------ In the enigmatic realm of Alvard, the age-old art of Daemon summoning has always held a sacred and formidable allure. Daemons, mystical beings of diverse forms - humanoids, beasts, and even objects - are called upon to serve as guardians, defending cities and forming unbreakable bonds with their chosen hosts known as Ewers. Each battle strengthens this connection, forging them into an unyielding force. Amidst this mystical tapestry, a young and gifted Ewer named Cain harbors an insatiable ambition. His dreams reach for the pinnacle of Daemon mastery, the title of "The Dunatos," reserved for Alvard's mightiest summoners. One fateful night, destiny leads him down a shadowy alley where he encounters an enigmatic and injured woman. She entrusts him with a cryptic artifact: the Omnific Tesseract. As its ethereal glow bathes him, a newfound surge of power courses through his veins. The cube's secrets unveil a hitherto unknown realm of Daemon summoning - one that empowers him to command a legion of Daemons, melding them into unholy unions, and granting birth to formidable hybrid Daemons in their ultimate forms. Guided by Eve, an enigmatic A.I. entity dwelling within the Omnific Tesseract, Cain embarks on a journey to claim the coveted mantle of the mightiest Ewer in all of Alvard. Together, they assemble an awe-inspiring army of Daemons, each more awe-inspiring and terrifying than the last. With flames that scorch the heavens and ice that freezes souls, with shadows that conceal the darkest of secrets and light that unveils the truth, they heed his beck and call, bound by the mystical power of the Tesseract. Yet, as Cain treads this uncharted path, a haunting question lingers in the depths of his soul: What other enigmatic secrets lie dormant within this mystical artifact, waiting to be unearthed in the shadowy corners of his impending adventure? ----------------------------------------- My very first book. If you are interested in summoning beings to fight battle and are not limited to any form in which they appear then you have met the right book. And if you like my book please add them to your collection and vote with power stones ...

Crossers invaded the world and thrust Humanity into an interworld conflict. Humanity's instinct for survival was stimulated—rekindling the ancestral bloodline's legacy that lies dormant within them. Vampires, Elves, and even Demons were not mere figures of fantasy, but rather the true ancestors of Humanity in ages past. Thus, Hybrids were reintroduced to the world. Lucivar Asarafall, a man of humble origin—failed to awaken his bloodline. Despite his good deeds, his family loathed him. In his final trial, he swore to succeed but fate intervened, he was chosen as the monthly sacrifice for his city. In a near-death experience, his bloodline awakened, an Angel. A turning point in his life, but soon he realized that he was not the Angel he thought to be. In a world where the rulers were descendants of Dracula, the Dark Prince—or Chi Long, the Inferno King, the bloodline of malevolent beings from realms beyond mortal comprehension coursed through Lucivar's veins. While others became Hybrids, Lucivar became the messenger of Evil Gods, a False Angel. "Who cares about good or evil? If I kill someone wicked, it's a win, one less rival in my way. If I kill someone noble, it is still a win—the world would've consumed them sooner or later. So why not let it happen by my hand? After all, I'm more practical. I became stronger and you get a painless death, win-win" ——— Very manipulative and unhinged MC, be warned. He's a slave to the Evil Gods. A trickster God. An arrogant God. A chaotic God. A wrathful God. A puritanical God. Read to find who these Gods are! ——— Author Note: Not for those who want fast development from the start but if you want good characters, then this is your novel! Chapter 1 to 22 will be focused on the MC's descent to villainous but once it kicks off, you won't be disappointed!

Brielle is one of the few female hunters at the association. Dealing with useless trainees every six months, she has a low tolerance for bullshit. She no longer believes in love, and nothing will change her mind after what happened to her. She believes that the only thing she can love and trust is her job, where she helps protect the defenceless by killing those who use their abilities to get everything they want. Hunting is a thrill that she enjoys more than life itself. Having a minimalist life, the only thing at home she cherishes is her painting. A vampire that refuses to choose a partner for his sister. Ketan will do anything to protect his loved ones, even kill those that threaten his livelihood. Usually, he is calm, gentle, and collected. He stays hidden away from everyone when he does not want anything to do with individuals until the day he is captured and locked away in a dungeon. After that moment, his life changed for good. Cursing the blood that he drinks, Ketan fights against the pull of drinking more blood from the person that donated the blood. An Excerpt from the book: Brielle throws her arms around Ketan’s neck. “I was so worried about you. I did not know what you were going to do or if you would survive.” Ketan smiled and accepted her hug. “I am sorry for worrying you. I had to do what needed to be done. Besides, I knew that this was going to happen and be as painful as it was.” Brielle starts sobbing in his embrace. “I think that you should take what you need from me, Ketan. You will not be able to stand the bloodlust soon… will you?” Pushing her away before losing control. Ketan moves away from her weakly. “Stay back. I am not in control of myself right now. You should not even be here right now. Leave me alone!” Ketan holds his hand out to stop her from coming closer to him. “I can hear your pulse racing; it’s deafening.” “You were fine a moment ago; now you are you pushing me away, Ketan? I can help you.” Brielle leans down towards him and gently pulls him into her arms. “No, stop. I can’t control myself, and I would never be able to forgive myself if something happened to you. I am not a sedated beast; I lust for every drop of your sweet blood that I hear pumping through your veins, but I must resist. Otherwise, I will harm you in the worst way possible.” Ketan pushes her back and teleports deeper into the cave. “Stay back before I begin to acquire a taste for your blood. It is a deadly thing to tempt fate once again.” Brielle continues to walk into the deep dark cave towards him. “Ketan, I trust you more than I have trusted others. I know that you will not kill me. Just look at how fearful you are right now.” She finally reaches him again. Crying, Ketan grabs her from behind, sits her in his lap. One arm wrapped around her waist, the other in her hair, pulling off the right exposing her neck. Slowly he lowers his lips to her neck, licking the surface testing the flesh. His fangs rest at the hollow of her neck before carefully breaking the skin. He starts to drink her blood deeply, but as he drank, he slowly stopped and lifted his face up, crying while holding Brielle against his body crying. Blood leaking from the bite marks while some drips down his chin. Her body was being held up by Ketan, and her eyes were now closed. Her body seemed lifeless in his arms. She started to slide forward as a deadweight. Ketan catches her and holds her princess style in his lap, rocking back and forth. Crying fresh tears.

In the streets of Chicago, only the strong survive—on and off the court. Brooks was destined for basketball greatness until the city’s ruthless gangs shattered his dreams. Cut from the Chicago Bulls Youth Academy and labeled as talentless, his future seemed finished. Until it awakened. A mysterious system—born from an ancient power—surges through his veins, giving him the tools to dominate the game like no one else. But power comes with a price . As he fights to conquer the courts, supernatural forces hunt him down, and gangs see him as a threat to their empire. Every game is a battlefield. Every rival wants to break him. But Brooks won’t stop until he reigns supreme. This isn’t just basketball—it’s war. We all know he can and probably will but how does he get there? I really need my readers concern to improve more on the novel. Please share your thoughts about this novel, support me with your power stones, reviews and share this novel for me. Let's get this novel up. THANK YOU!!!

#WSA2025 Word went around that no one that had ever knocked on the esteemed Eleazar family’s doors seeking shelter were turned away. Fleeing the prince of Lustris no less, Arabella Sterling held out hope that those weren’t mere rumors as she crossed the border over to Umbraria, home to all creatures of the night. A land where noble blood like hers was a highly coveted delicacy. As such, she wasn’t turned away, but since the Eleazars ran no charity, Arabella was compelled to become the sole blood provider to the heir of the family in exchange for safety. Though never, in a million years, did she imagine that what had started as a simple trade off, could morph into a swirl of tangled passion when the cold and stoic vampire she served showed interest in the young woman beyond the crimson nectar coursing her veins.

What if the world you knew was just the surface of something far greater? In The Madness of Yilheim, Valerius Delindor thought he was just another student, living an ordinary life. But when he and his siblings are torn from Earth and thrown into the unknown, they discover that the very blood in their veins holds secrets beyond imagination. Yilheim is a world of towering civilizations, ancient ruins brimming with forgotten power, and war-torn lands ruled by those who wield strength beyond comprehension. Here, power is not given—it is taken, earned, and fought for with blood and will. Among the factions that dominate this world, the Unbound reject all authority, seeking freedom at any cost. The Judges enforce absolute law, wielding might that bends even the strongest to their will. And lurking in the shadows, there are forces even they fear—beings who have walked this world long before history was written. Thrown into this chaos, Valerius must forge his own path, uncovering the truth behind his existence while surviving battles against warriors, monsters, and forces beyond reason. But as he and his siblings grow stronger, they begin to realize— The true enemy may not be the world itself, but the destiny that binds them to it. For those who crave epic storytelling, unstoppable warriors, and a world where legends rise and fall—this is The Madness of Yilheim.

``` Tout a commencé par un baiser volé lors de leur première rencontre. [Attention : Contenu mature *PAS de viol et PAS de gros malentendus !] Statut : TERMINÉ ****** « Mademoiselle Lana Huang… Attendez-vous à recevoir une notification de harcèlement à votre porte très bientôt… » C'est ce que Lana a obtenu pour avoir embrassé un inconnu pour se sauver d'un mariage arrangé indésirable. « Pour autant que je me souvienne, vous m'avez embrassé avec fougue et avez même dominé tout le baiser. Vous avez clairement apprécié votre moment avec moi, alors s'il vous plaît, ne faites pas semblant que j'ai abusé de vous ! Et je vous ai dit, je suis prêt à vous dédommager ! » « Et comment comptez-vous faire ça, hein ? » Liam s'approcha, essayant d'intimider la femme fière qui ne clignait même pas des yeux sous sa pression suffocante. Lana fit quelques pas en arrière, leva la main et grogna, « Arrête-toi là Avocat Sy si tu ne veux pas goûter à la douleur d'un coup de pied dans les couilles après avoir été embrassé ! » ***** Rencontrez Lana Huang, une femme fière qui a gravi les échelons du succès dans sa carrière. Une avocate et une femme audacieuse, d'une beauté exceptionnelle qui fait rêver et saliver les hommes. L'amour était la dernière chose à l'ordre du jour car elle détestait les hommes… Mais le destin a voulu lui jouer un tour car elle a accidentellement embrassé Liam Sy, un homme riche, puissant et arrogant. Avocat de profession, la gloire et le succès le suivaient partout où il allait. Un avocat féroce qui gagnait chaque affaire sur laquelle il mettait la main. La fierté coulait dans ses veines et l'amour n'était pas à son ordre du jour car c'était un misogyne... Que se passerait-il quand ces deux... beaux et belles, fiers et têtus, misogynes et misandrines... se rencontrent et s'impliquent dans un mariage ? Bienvenue dans un tourbillon de romance entre ces deux-là - un manège émotionnel d'amour quand il se mélangeait avec la fierté, la jalousie, l'entêtement et la haine... Des gifles ? Pourquoi pas ! Vous allez sûrement aimer suivre leur parcours où tous les deux ont pris le risque de tomber amoureux… Un voyage de la haine se transformant en amour... ================ Note de l'auteur: J'espère que vous apprécierez la lecture de ce roman ORIGINAL de moi. Ceci est absolument une fin heureuse. Merci beaucoup d'avance pour votre soutien. Avec beaucoup d'amour, EUSTOMA_reyna Autres Livres : Le PDG qui me déteste (terminé) Le Général qui me déteste (terminé) Le Docteur qui m'aime (terminé) Ne m'embrasse pas (en cours d'écriture) The Untamed: Jeu des Cœurs The Crown's Entrapment Contactez-moi à : Lien Discord : https://discord.gg/PNGkTUy twitter : @EUSTOMA_reyna instagram : eustoma_reyna Page Facebook : @eustoma.reyna La couverture du livre est à moi... art de couverture par ava_arts38 (instagram) ```

Amina, a young girl living in the village of Ndomo, is thrust into an ancient and dangerous legacy when she discovers an artifact tied to her ancestors. This artifact, a source of immense power, once bestowed great strength upon the Amani people but ultimately led to their downfall. The artifact is said to be the key to either saving or destroying the land, and Amina, with her unique connection to it, is the only one capable of unlocking its power. As Amina begins to understand the artifact’s significance, she is faced with the temptation to use it to protect her village from external threats—particularly the rival clan that seeks to steal its power. However, the artifact is not just a tool but a living force, capable of corrupting its wielder. The power it offers comes with dangerous consequences, and Amina soon finds herself battling not only external enemies but also the darkness within herself as the artifact’s influence grows stronger. Betrayals arise as people close to Amina begin to reveal their true motives, and she must learn whom to trust. With the artifact threatening to consume her, Amina faces the daunting decision of whether to embrace the power that courses through her veins or resist it, knowing that to do so might endanger her people and everything she holds dear. As the stakes rise and the power of the artifact intensifies, Amina must confront the very legacy of her ancestors, the responsibility of leadership, and the cost of wielding such destructive power. The struggle for control reaches its peak when the ancient forces linked to the artifact reawaken, threatening the peace that Amina fought so hard to protect. In the end, Amina must make a choice that will determine not just her future, but the fate of her village, the artifact, and the entire land. Will she succumb to the power within her, or will she find a way to destroy the artifact once and for all? The story ends with a suspenseful cliffhanger, leaving the reader eagerly awaiting the next chapter in Amina’s journey.

In a world where myths and reality intertwine, Xu Yun is an unassuming young man who stumbles upon a long‐forgotten altar and awakens a dormant, celestial flame within his soul. As whispers of his remarkable destiny echo across realms, Xu Yun discovers he bears a bloodline tied to ancient gods and powerful cultivators—legends whose battles shaped the fate of empires. Guided by the mysterious Lianhua—a fellow cultivator haunted by her own past—Xu Yun embarks on a perilous journey to master the powers coursing through his veins. Along the way, they form an unbreakable bond forged in both quiet moments of tender intimacy and harrowing clashes against malevolent forces. Their passion kindles a force that transcends ordinary cultivation, drawing them ever deeper into a vast tapestry of shifting alliances, hidden sects, and looming darkness. As Xu Yun and Lianhua unravel the secrets behind the Celestial Embers Sect, they find themselves thrust into epic confrontations that test the limits of their strength, resolve, and love. Foes lurk in every shadow, from rogue cultivators hungry for forbidden power to vengeful spirits bound by ancient grudges. Yet with each trial, Xu Yun’s celestial flame grows brighter, illuminating a path strewn with tragedy and triumph, heartache and devotion.

Set in the untamed, merciless realm of Velgaroth, where the whims of fortune dictate the fates of its denizens, Alarion is a boy caught between the crushing weight of a shattered family and the unforgiving, merciless world that lays beyond. In a brutal, lonely childhood with an abusive mother and a drunken, neglectful father, Alarion's existence is one of agony and never-articulated anticipation. Every day is a war for him, not only against the outside world but against the blood that flows through his veins.

With a second chance given to her after a pathetic ending to a life she didn’t want, Irene Litharion decides that she will follow in her father’s footsteps and become a knight. Waking up in the body of her eleven year old self, she’s reinvigorated to follow her heart. She has the rare blood of ancient warriors in her veins and promises to not turn her back to it anymore. Prepared for the sacrifices she will have to make to live the life she wants, a new challenge is presented when the only way she can become an apprentice knight is to turn her back on femininity altogether. The years she spent being forced to attend etiquette lessons go out the window and instead, daily sword practice takes place. Her father does all he can to get her into the knighthood, but it’s up to her to show her strength and skill to stay in it. However, it’s different than she expects when the Monster War ravages her homeland, she learns the sting of loss, and secrets of her own blood present themselves the more she leans into the thrill of battle.

Rose stood defiantly, eyes locked onto his golden ones as she lifted the hem of her small top, exposing the smooth expanse of her stomach before peeling the fabric over her head. The red glittering bra shimmering under moonlight as if made for this very moment. She ignored the tremor of anticipation curling in her gut. None of that mattered. Not even the reckless haze of drugs clouding her thoughts. Tonight, she was in control. This was a mission. A mission to keep his attention solely on her so could save her friend from his curse. Her fingers hooked into the waistband of her shorts, her breath steadying when she saw him go rigid. Shoulders squared. Posture tensed. Not in fear. Not in disgust. But in something far sinister. His Interest. “Yes… feast your depraved little eyes and filthy mind on this,” she whispered, smirking as the shorts fell away, pooling at her ankles. The silky red thong clung to her hips, the moonlight accentuating every curve of her body. She flicked the discarded clothing aside, shifting her weight slightly as she let her nightly visitor drink in the sight of her naked glory. His posture no longer that of boredom. Good. That was exactly what she wanted. More like, what intoxicated, irrational Rose wanted. She twirled, giving him a deliberate view, rolling her hips just enough to torment. “Since you’ve made my life a living hell, I might as well return the favor.” She cast a wicked smile over her shoulder. “Consider this my gift to you—one you’ll never get to touch.” By the time she turned back, her stomach plummeted. He had moved. No longer a distant silhouette in the meadow—he now stood at the edge of her patio. Much closer and so much real. The thrill that had fueled her was fading slowly. Had she just made a mistake playing this game with her stalker? Swallowing hard, she lowered herself onto the chair, parting her bare legs wide and letting the wooden cross dangle before her barely covered cherry, in a taunt. A silent challenge. The moment she did, his fingers curled around the wooden rail of the steps, veins standing taut against the black ink of his tattoos. His chest rose and fell, controlled but heavier, as though restraining something barely contained beneath his skin. She had him pinned. Or so she thought. Her shadowy visitor moved. A slow, deliberate step up onto the patio. Panic slammed into her. *No no no.* Rose bolted upright, pressing the cross against the glass door separating them. “Stay back!” Her voice wavered a bit. “I swear, I’ll burn your stalking ass right where you stand!” He stilled. A beat of silence. Then— A low, quiet chuckle rumbled through the night air, reaching her ears like smoke. Deep and Dark. Her stomach twisted. The sound was foreign, yet eerily familiar. As if she had always known this was how he would sound. His hands rose in mock surrender, his hooded head tilting slightly, as if entertained by her little performance. Then, as effortlessly as he had closed the distance, he stepped back. Rose’s breath fastened. She was playing with fire, willingly, by provoking the one who comes out at night and remain in shadows. And he was enjoying it.   == In the embrace of her ancestral town, Rose seeks refuge from the echoes of her past. Little does she know, her return to her roots will awaken dormant shadows, shattering ordinary her existence. For when the darkness falls over the town, from the pitch black rises a shadowy figure that haunt her nights. In the darkness he sweeps her off the ground in terrible fear and the allure of sinister intrigue. And once the sun comes, a man with a god awful attitude, haunts her in the broad day light. Causing her to swell with pure disdain. With each passing night, it draws closer to Rose, casting a chilling spell that both terrifies and exhilarates her. Thrust into a labyrinth of mysteries can she navigate the treacherous path laid before her, or will her nightly visitor consume her whole?

Promised revenge by the Duke through a political marriage, Ivelle was betrayed. She was about to die on her wedding day, only to be granted a second chance by the dragons she once feared. Now, with dragon blood coursing through her veins and the truth of her royal lineage revealed, Ivelle finds herself in a deadly game of power set by the king who never acknowledged her as his own. Determined to get back against the people who destroyed her life, she makes an unusual alliance with a wizard. However, a new threat arises as her opponents get closer. The previously self-centered Duke starts to develop feelings for her, and the devoted wizard becomes desperate to gain her affection. Caught between two men who would do anything for her love, she can’t afford to let emotions get in the way. Because the path to destruction may cost her more than she bargained for.

[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 captain of the pirate’s ship stood shocked at what the vessel she and her crew overtook was hauling. Her heart pounded her boiling blood through her veins until she drew her sword and pointed it at the cargo. Something most awful, most forbidden, and most dangerous-- a merman. A demon of the sea. A monster. A horrible, yet beautiful, creature known for sinking ships or making deals to steal human souls. She knew very well such monsters were better off dead, after all her whole mission was to gather a crew and take down the mighty sea serpent who slaughtered her family. However, she paused as the merman before her suggested: what better weapon to have in her hunt for a monster than another monster? Can captain Brigit overcome her prejudices, work with, and accept the merman Esmerlin as he is? Can she and her crew accept that perhaps not all their allies are truly allies? And can she finally get her revenge on the great sea serpent that destroyed her life all those years ago? Questions that can only be answered as this swashbuckling adventure unfolds.

[Trigger Warning: Mature Content] They say the Silvermoonlight Masquerade changes fates. It did for Lydia Ashford too, but she lost more than she gained. In a world where strength defines worth, she was wolfless, but she refused to be weak. With beauty that shimmered like stardust in the midnight sky and a mind as sharp as a dagger, Lydia was a name spoken with both awe and envy. But admiration was never enough. She forged her own path, honing her combat skills, proving her intelligence, and standing beside Theodore Sinclair, the Alpha’s son, through every challenge. If she could not shift, she would rise in every other way. The Masquerade should have been another step toward securing her future. Yet fate had other plans. One sip of wine. One moment of weakness. One stranger’s touch. And everything she built turned to ash. The man she trusted turned his back on her. The pack that once praised her cast her aside. And the child growing inside her became her only reason to survive. Banished. Forgotten. A name only whispered in shame. Yet, Lydia did not break, she endured. Five years later, she returns—not as the girl they discarded, but as a woman ready to reclaim her life. But fate is not done with her. Because the man who marked her as his? The one who unknowingly fathered her child? He’s standing right in front of her. And this time, he’s not letting her go. ...... The glass hovered near her lips.  "Drink," Nickolas commanded, his voice rough with hunger.  Lydia obeyed, parting her lips as the rich, red liquid flowed onto her tongue. But before she could swallow, his mouth was on hers—hot, demanding, merciless.  The wine spilled between them, sliding over her lips, down her chin. But he didn’t stop. He deepened the kiss, his tongue sweeping inside, stealing the taste straight from her mouth, devouring every shaky breath she tried to take.  By the time he pulled away, she was trembling.  His fingers tilted the glass. A slow trickle of wine spilled onto her collarbone, rolling between her breasts, gliding down her stomach.  The moment the first drop touched her skin, his mouth followed.  His lips grazed the delicate curve of her neck before he dragged his tongue along the slick trail of wine, chasing every drop as it slipped between her breasts. His teeth scraped her skin, and before she could react, he latched onto her, sucking deep, his tongue flicking and teasing before his mouth sealed around her hardened peak.  Lydia arched beneath him, her hands fisting into the sheets as heat coiled low in her stomach.  "Nickolas," she gasped, her voice breathless, desperate.  He groaned against her skin, his grip tightening on her waist as he sucked harder, the wet heat of his mouth sending pleasure pulsing through her veins. He alternated between sharp, aching nips and long, slow strokes of his tongue, drawing soft moans from her lips. "Messy," he murmured, his voice thick with satisfaction as he pulled back just enough to watch her squirm beneath him. His fingers traced the path the wine had taken, slow, possessive.  Then his lips brushed lower, over her navel, his breath a sinful caress against her heated skin.  He smirked against her. "I thought your laughter was the most beautiful sound to my ears…" His fingers slid between her thighs, teasing, coaxing, pushing her to the edge without giving her what she needed.  Then, with a slow, deliberate bite against her inner thigh, he whispered, "Until I heard your moans."  A sharp gasp escaped her lips as he kissed her again, his hands gripping her hips, holding her right where he wanted.  "Nickolas," she whimpered.  He chuckled darkly, his lips trailing back up her body, lingering at her throat before he spoke against her ear. "I could get drunk off you."  Lydia swallowed, her body burning, her thoughts unraveling.  But deep down, she already knew—she was the one drowning. 

What happens when your fated mate is an entity of death? You might find that you love them through many lifetimes. Or never meet them at all. Come enjoy this story of love and war as Sirius a vampire with the blood of Loki and a beast in his veins and Saoirse his wife, a werewolf continue their journey after their death as reincarnated beings. Culminating ultimately with Ragnarok this is a tale of origins of gods and untold stories of realms not just Asgard but from the perspective of creatures of death. Should Odin really be king and is hell really a bad place? *I apologize in advance for my dark villains! trust the process!

"'I don't care, Sarah. I despise you. I despise the whole of you." Xavier's growl sent shivers down her spine. His piercing blue eyes locked onto hers, seeing right through her. Tears welled up as he sneered, "I'm Xavier Adrian. Your feelings mean nothing." Sarah's heart shattered as his words pierced through her innocent heart. "Then who am I to you?" she trembled. Xavier's whisper sent fear coursing through her veins and he slowly let out his usual sinful smirk "I'm the Devil and you're my prey." "When darkness reigns, survival is luxury." Sarah Parker, a 19-year-old aspiring journalist, once dreamed of uncovering truth and making a name for herself. But when tragedy struck, her world shattered, leaving her with emotional scars. Now, she's forced into the dark world of the Sin-Nation Empire, where Xavier Adrian reigns. Xavier Adrian, the CEO of Nexus Tech by day and the leader of Sin-Nation-Empire at night, hides a tortured soul behind his piercing blue eyes. The son of Andrew Adrian, his blood comes with power and violence, and Xavier knows that the shades of a father’s sins are something one cannot run away from. When the two broken souls meet, Sarah is confronted with a side of her own darkness as twisted as nightmare and Xavier faces a bigger nightmare . In a world where loyalty is luxury and survival is a constant battle, can Sarah and Xavier find a way to overcome their demons, or will they become each other's destruction?

In the world of Tenebrous, where mystical energies are distributed based on the city's tier system, Blaze, a young orphan, is ridiculed and ostracized by his peers for being born without a mystical core. Refusing to accept his fate, Blaze dedicates himself to rigorous physical training, driven by his determination to prove himself. However, his life takes a drastic turn when his village is annihilated by a catastrophic battle between powerful wizards. Amidst the chaos, Blaze discovers the Chaos System, a mysterious energy matrix that has somehow merged with his body. With the Chaos System's power coursing through his veins, Blaze becomes fixated on uncovering the source of this enigmatic energy. His quest for answers soon transforms into a burning desire for vengeance against those responsible for his village's destruction. As Blaze navigates the treacherous landscape of Tenebrous, he must confront the dark secrets surrounding the Chaos System, the true nature of his world, and the destiny that awaits him. Will his unyielding determination and the power of the Chaos System be enough to help him overcome the formidable forces arrayed against him?

The world was fine—until it wasn’t. One day, the temperature plummeted, and a frost storm swept through the city. Those who suffered from frostbite… changed. Their veins turned icy blue, their eyes vacant, their humanity erased. The Frostborn were born. 'Ava' never thought her biggest concern would be survival. One moment, she was an ordinary high school girl, secretly crushing on 'Liam Carter'—the school’s football captain and top bachelor. The next, she was running for her life, the walls of her school turning into a frozen tomb. When the storm traps them inside, tensions rise. Romance ignites. And as the ice spreads, so do secrets. Liam has a past buried in the snow, and Ava soon learns that surviving the cold isn’t the only thing she has to fear. Because when the world freezes over, hearts burn the brightest. But will hers survive the frost?

[Warning! Mc is the literal incarnation of Evil and Madness throughout the story] Valtar Titanblood formerly known as Ethan Martin on Earth was struck by an unimaginable tragedy and took his own life in the end, his whole life was filled with misery and incompetence of his own doing. Then he finds himself stranded to a world of infinite proportions and power that defies logic, this new world which is filled with Dragons, Titans, Ouroboros and countless more bloodline creatures as well as Mystic mages. There is also intense conflict between each races that sparks the beginning of a doom war. Valtar in this new world possesses the “Karma System” and the bloodline of an unknown titan running through his veins, with these powers in hand he who was supposed to become the symbol of justice and equality became the paragon of madness and evil. In this new world where he is no longer shackled by his previous identity and the limiting factors society and the world as well as no loved one of his exist here, as such he can unleash all his inner madness and fury. He who had the tools to become the Judge of Truth and the figure of Respect chose to become the arbiter of chaos and the embodiment of destruction. Only time will tell where this path of his will lead him.

Layla Hart thought she was just another college student-until a brooding werewolf claims her as his fated mate and a seductive vampire hungers for her blood. Caught between Kael Draven's wild loyalty and Ethan Veyne's dark allure, Layla discovers her veins pulse with a power that could unite or destroy two ancient enemies. As a shadowy hybrid faction rises, threatening Ravenwood, Layla must choose: embrace her destiny or let it tear her apart. A tale of forbidden love, primal instincts, and a heart torn by claws and fangs.

Once, there was light. Once, there were men who believed in gods, who built their kingdoms atop the bones of the fallen and drank deep from the veins of the earth, thinking themselves mighty. But the light is gone now, and the gods have drowned in the black tide of their own deceit. The world is a vast and seething thing, its skies thick with smoke that does not rise from fire but from something deeper, older—something that has been watching, waiting, hungering. The cities stand like mausoleums, their spires reaching desperately for heavens that no longer listen. In the great courts of the nobles, the masked and the damned play at civility, waltzing on floors slick with centuries of betrayal. They are not men anymore, not truly—they are echoes, puppets pulled by unseen strings, twisting their knives in games of power that no longer matter. The kings of death, their crowns rusted and their flesh long decayed, whisper prophecies of endings even they cannot fathom. Beneath the streets, beneath the stone, beneath the very skin of the world, something writhes. The dead do not sleep here, they do not rest—they plot. They whisper in voices like cracking bone, singing hymns of ruin to deities who no longer speak, who have forgotten even their own names. And yet, their will remains, etched into the marrow of creation itself. And then there is him. He has no past, no name worth carving into the annals of history. He is not a hero, nor a villain, nor even a man—he is a force, a wound torn through the fabric of a dying world. He does not rage because he chooses to. He rages because it is all there is left. He has seen the suffering, the endless cycles of deception, of power shifting from one wretched hand to another. He has seen the gods rise and fall, has watched kings build their empires only to drown in their own excess. He does not seek to rule, nor to save—he seeks only to end. But the world is not so kind as to simply burn and be done with it. No, it fights. It writhes. It plots. There are things older than kings, older than gods—things that do not want salvation, do not want balance, but only to exist, to keep the cycle turning, to let the suffering continue because it must. They whisper in the ears of the desperate, promising power, promising escape, promising meaning where there is none. They have no faces, no forms, only presence, seeping into the hearts of men, into the bones of reality itself. And so, the game continues. The nobles lie. The kings rot. The gods stir. The dead plot. And he—he burns. But even fire is not enough to cleanse this world, for the embers do not die. They scatter, carried by winds that have no master, to be caught in the hands of the next fool who thinks they are strong enough to wield them. There is no hope. No salvation. No final mercy. Only the great unraveling, the long decay, the inevitable ruin. And the jester? The jester does not laugh. For what laughter could exist in a world that has already lost? ****

The sacred chamber was dimly lit, the scent of incense curling in the air like whispers of forgotten prayers. His breath came uneven, his hands trembled at his sides as he stared at the man before him—the warrior who should not have been here. "You shiver so easily," the warrior murmured, his voice dark, teasing. Tempting. His fingers brushed over the fine silk of the priest’s robe, not quite touching—just a whisper of heat, but enough to unravel him. "D-Don’t," he breathed, stepping back, but the warrior followed. "Don’t what?" The smirk in his voice was maddening. Mocking. Dangerous. "You know what exactly you are doing. This is unacceptable..." The warrior closed the space between them and placed his finger on his lips, causing his body to tremble. His throat bobbed. The rules of the sect were clear. He was supposed to be untouchable—unblemished in body and soul, a perfect example of godliness and pureness. And yet… "I can hear your heartbeat." The warrior leaned in, the tip of his nose barely grazing his jaw. Too close. "So wild… tell me, is it fear or something else?" His lips parted, but the words died on his tongue when strong hands found his wrist, tugging him forward, pressing him flush against the heat of his body. A sharp gasp escaped him. "Let me go," he whispered pleadingly. "Then go," the warrior challenged, loosening his grip—but his body refused to move. A sinful chuckle brushed against his ear. "See? You don’t want to leave." "I do." The lie burned his tongue. "Then why are you not?" A strangled sound escaped him as warmth pooled in his core—something he never should have felt. Something he never knew he could feel. His knees buckled, but before he could fall, strong arms caught him. Held him. Claimed him. "Look at you," the warrior hummed, his voice thick with something dangerous. "I barely touched you, and you’re already breaking. Doesn't this mean something to you, my moonflower?" The warrior looked into the divine one's eyes and noticed the change of color in his eyes which made him smirk as if he had gotten his lucky shot. His gaze darkened in return, sharp with an incomprehensible hunger and before the priest could utter another world, his lips were claimed. A single tear slipped free, rolling down his cheek—a silent surrender. He just couldn't do it. He couldn't fight against this burning desire in him anymore. He was just going to let it be—whatever would happen should happen. The warrior hummed in satisfaction at the taste of the divine one, his grip tightening. A gasp was swallowed whole as the warrior’s mouth moved against his, devouring, demanding, tasting. Heat licked down his spine, a fire awakening within him, spreading through his veins like an unspoken prophecy. "So beautiful," the warrior murmured against his lips before diving back in, stealing another kiss—deeper, rougher, hungrier. He was an angel worth sinning for. The Priest's fingers clutched at the fabric between them, desperate, lost, drowning. The world outside ceased to exist. Only this moment remained. Only this touch, this heat—this forbidden, maddening desire. And as the flames outside flickered wildly in the night, so too did he burn. . . . . Y'all, this picture was gotten from Pinterest. I only changed the names and added little design. I do not originally own it. Thank you.

In the celestial expanse, the planet of Osiris hangs like a luminous opal, suspended amidst the starry tapestry by the silken threads of fate. This world, a marvel of wonder, is home to nine realms, each governed by godlike monarchs who wield powers both mystical and mysterious. The royal bloodlines of Osiris possess a prestigious gift – the ability to harness the power of Quantum Energy. This arcane force, a manifestation of the cosmos' inherent majesty, courses through the veins of the nobility like liquid starlight. Those who wield this power are known as Warlocks or Quantum Kinetics, and they are the epitome of esoteric prowess, their abilities rivaled only by the celestial bodies that light the firmament. Yet the star-kissed realms of Osiris tremble on the cusp of cataclysm, the Shadow Terrestrials, ancient harbingers of darkness and despair, stir from their celestial slumber, their malevolent presence threatening to unleash unfathomable chaos. Against this apocalyptic backdrop, the monarchs of the nine realms convene at the Glazier Ball, a dazzling spectacle of wonder and majesty, where the fate of the luminous Daughter of Light hangs precariously in the balance, a delicate pawn in a grand game of power, mystery and ancient lore, as the realms themselves teeter on the brink of oblivion.