Mormon Soaking

ROYALZ In the kingdom of Velldore, the throne is empty, and silence is more dangerous than war. After the assassination of King Mathieu da Gramont, the royal families do not raise their swords—but their greed festers beneath forced smiles. In the shadows, mercenaries rise, forbidden magic resurfaces, and whispers of a greater power spread like a disease. Lloyd—once Lucien da Gramont—was born into nobility but cast away his name, leaving behind a past soaked in blood. Thought dead, he returns under a new identity, burdened by a curse that binds him to forces beyond his control. He wants nothing to do with the throne. But fate, and the ghosts of his past, refuse to let him walk away. With a sharp-tongued swordswoman watching his back, a kingdom on the brink of unraveling, and unseen hands pulling the strings, Lloyd must navigate a world where words cut deeper than blades—and trust is the deadliest gamble. Because in Velldore, the ones who smile the most are the first to betray.

For centuries, the vampire clans have ruled the shadows, their bloodlines dictating power, influence, and immortality. But when Damian Voss, a young man orphaned at birth, discovers that he carries the blood of the most feared vampire lineage, his entire world shatters. Marked by destiny and hunted by both humans and vampires alike, Damian is thrust into a war that has raged for centuries. The ancient vampire houses, bound by age-old rivalries, seek to either control him or destroy him before he can claim his legacy. But Damian is no pawn—he will forge his own path, uncovering dark secrets about his lineage, his powers, and the true origins of the vampire race. As he battles ruthless hunters, power-hungry elders, and creatures beyond the realm of mortals, Damian must decide: will he embrace his monstrous heritage, or will he forge a new era—one that defies the blood-soaked traditions of his kind? In a world where blood is power and legacy is everything, the rise of a new vampire king is inevitable.

Leo awakens in a world he doesn’t recognize, with no memory of who he is or why he’s there. All he knows is that survival isn’t just a necessity—it’s his only chance to uncover the truth. Thrown into a brutal test for assassins on a hostile alien planet, Leo quickly discovers an extraordinary instinct for combat and evasion—abilities that feel second nature, yet remain a mystery even to him. But as the blood-soaked trials unfold, whispers of his lineage begin to surface. In a universe where gods are eternal and invincible, Leo carries the blood of the one being who defied that rule: the Timeless Assassin, a legend feared by mortals and deities alike. Now, hunted for what he represents and burdened by a legacy he can’t yet comprehend, Leo must forge his path through a deadly labyrinth of enemies, alliances, and cosmic conspiracies—all while piecing together the fragments of his forgotten past. For in the shadows of his fractured identity lies a truth that could shake the heavens themselves. -------- NOTE - The MC in this story is a cunning vigilante type character who is morally gray and will often make questionable choices not befitting a traditional 'Hero' type character. Find me on discord at - raj_shah_7152 or join the server - https://discord.gg/rFXGz9NBe2

He fights for survival. She fights for love. In the brutal world of underground boxing, where fists carve destinies and love is a dangerous game, Alexander "The Revenant" Voss is a man haunted by demons. Scarred by a childhood of violence and a past soaked in blood, he believes he is incapable of love—until he meets Eve Laurent, a psychologist who sees through his armor. Their romance is as dark as it is beautiful, built on pain, passion, and the promise of something neither of them truly believes they deserve. But love is never enough. When the past returns with a vengeance, Alexander is forced to choose between redemption and destruction, between the ring and the woman who holds his fragile soul. In the end, some battles can only be won by losing everything.

In the decaying Gothic city of Gebraucht, once famed for its miraculous medicine, a mysterious plague has twisted many into nightmarish beasts. Cut off from the world, survivors formed The Hunters—warriors wielding enchanted weapons and embracing forbidden rituals to reclaim their city. As the Hunt begins, Yuli Yasui B. Hoffen, a newly inducted Hunter, steps into the chaos, determined to purge the horrors. But beneath the blood-soaked streets, the city's darkest secrets lurk, waiting to be uncovered.

Tanaka Kazeo never asked for this. One moment, he was just another guy from Earth. The next, he wakes up in Konoha—as a four-year-old orphan. Weak. Powerless. Trapped in one of the deadliest worlds ever imagined. No system. No bloodline. No safety net. Just his knowledge, instincts, and an unknown gift buried deep within. Konoha isn’t the paradise the anime made it seem. Shadows lurk beneath its surface. The ghosts of war still whisper through the land. And in the distance, monsters like Orochimaru and the Akatsuki are already making their moves. Kazeo knows one thing—weakness means death. But he refuses to be another forgotten name in history. Through brutal training, forbidden jutsu, and deadly encounters, he will carve a path to the top. A path soaked in blood, sweat, and sheer willpower. The ninja world is merciless. But so is he. *** Just give the First chapter a chance. You won't regret it. *** What to expect: 1. Smart and consistent MC 2. Training and new unique jutsu 3. MC manipulating the plot to his advantage . 4. A lot of original arcs. 5. More exploration of Ninja world Disclaimer: I don't own Naruto or it's characters (except the original characters I create). The image used in the cover is Ai made . It's my first fanfic, I'm hoping it turns out good. All reviews and constructive criticisms are welcome. Discord Link https://discord.gg/aKgPVg7d Timing of upload will be 6 p.m.(+5:30 GMT)

Across the vast convolution of worlds, divine beings rule as absolute sovereigns—each god assigned dominion over a singular realm. Skirmishes are inevitable, whether for power, amusement, or sheer pettiness. One such battle, between Nexus, the God of Trickery, and an aging, senile deity, resulted in an anomaly… A soul misplaced. Elliot, an ordinary man, was never meant for Ul’Tra-el. But fate, or perhaps a cosmic prank, had other plans. Unlike other worlds, Ul’Tra-el is an aberration—one that developed a voice. A voice that diverged from the natural order. A voice that changed everything. Its foundation cracked, leaking dimensions into one another. Rifts tore open like festering wounds, vomiting forth unspeakable horrors—monsters not meant to exist. But the world did not sit idly by. In response—perhaps an act of self-preservation—the world gifted its inhabitants power. Talents awakened, granting people extraordinary abilities. And for every rift sealed, the Voice of Ul rewarded them generously. Survival was simple: fight, grow stronger, and close the rifts… or die trying. In this ruthless, blood-soaked reality, Northern—a white-haired boy burdened by his past life—was reincarnated. But unlike the chosen heroes, he awakened as a talentless nobody. No power. No strength. No future. And when death loomed over him—when despair clawed at his soul and the cold grip of the failure threatened to take him— A Voice responded: [System Notice] [Your Soul cannot take a form.] [Searching for a Unique Pattern Ability…] [Searching…] [Search Found.] [A Unique System Ability has been detected.] [You Can Copy And Evolve Talents] ... Follow Northern through his journey as he becomes the pinnacle of this world. This a story about a white-haired boy’s rise from rubbles!! Note: This is an overpower genre but MC does not just start off like that. Even though MC can copy talents he doesn't just jump around copying talents because there's a limitation. However, his rise to strength is depicted and is an experience to enjoy. The first few hundreds would be frustrating to follow because MC is weak but that makes the experience all the more interesting when MC finally gets freaking strong and starts wiping the floor with everyones asses.

1918. The empire is dying. In the mud-soaked trenches of the Western Front, a young German soldier watches the world around him collapse. But where others see defeat, he sees opportunity. War is not the end, it is only the beginning. As nations crumble and ideologies take root, he will carve his name into history with steel, fire, and blood. Through cunning, violence, and ruthless ambition, he will rise from the ruins of Germany’s defeat, shaping the world in his image. History remembers monsters. He will make sure it remembers him. Warning: This story contains themes of war, political extremism, and moral corruption.

**Synopsis: A Hollow’s Journey – Darkness and Chaos is My Will** Once a feared and mighty assassin in the underworld, known only as **Hollow**, he was a ghost in the night, a predator lurking in the shadows. But in his final struggle, betrayed by the very ones he trusted, he met his end—only to awaken in a world far beyond his imagination. Reincarnated through the will of **Kek, the ancient and forgotten God of Darkness**, Hollow was given a single purpose—**to bring chaos, destruction, and the fall of the so-called chosen ones of heaven**. In this realm of cultivation and mystical power, he is no longer bound by the rules of his previous life. With the **System of Darkness**, he will carve a path soaked in blood, striking down the so-called heroes and unraveling the balance of this world. But **was this truly Kek’s will, or has the god of darkness set events in motion beyond even his own understanding?** As Hollow moves forward, eliminating the so-called "protagonists" and corrupting the destiny of this world, an unknown force stirs in the shadows. The more he disrupts the natural order, the more the world itself seems to resist. Will Hollow remain a harbinger of chaos, or will he uncover a truth far darker than the path he walks? The game has begun, and **Hollow is no pawn—he is the storm that will consume everything.**

One day, Su Qi suddenly discovers he has a peculiar ability: he can see Easter eggs hidden in the world around him. These aren’t just bits of extra information; by performing specific actions, he can unlock hidden rewards. While everyone else is fleeing in terror from a vengeful female ghost, Su Qi is already setting the table for a candlelit dinner, chatting amiably with her. [You acquire her husband's hat, a mysterious artifact that, when thrown, locks onto enemies and delivers a devastating mental shock.] When zombies overrun the streets, and survivors scramble for axes and kitchen knives, Su Qi confidently strides in, wielding a sound system in one hand and a heavy-duty machine gun in the other, casually clearing out the neighborhood. [No one can defeat me in my BGM.] This is the Abyss—the birthplace of despair and decay, where worlds crumble under fear and madness. This is also a paradise where countless seekers pursue the footsteps of gods. Myths of the past and epics of the future are written here in grand and tragic splendor. Until Su Qi shows up. With a mop soaked in the blood of a recently stunned god, Su Qi scrawls a few bold words onto the epic tale: "The Abyssal Garden: No Room for the Idle."

[WSA Entry 2025] [Disclaimer:] This is not a story for the faint-hearted. It delves into the darkest depths of humanity, where morality is shattered, and power reigns supreme. Most readers won’t have the courage to face this unrelenting descent into shadows. If you seek light, hope, and happiness, turn away now. But maybe just maybe you’re different. Strong enough to confront the abyss and see what lies beyond. If so, prove it. [Synopsis:] In a world on the brink of ruin, seven empires vie for dominance, each more ruthless than the last. At the heart of this blood-soaked tapestry lies Narzan a nation feared and despised, where cruelty is law and ambition a death sentence. Beyond its borders lie forbidden realms: the infernal Demon Realm, where nightmares take form; the accursed Lost Soul Realm, where the damned wander endlessly; and the enigmatic Elven Kingdom, shrouded in secrets and ancient power. These lands whisper of horrors and treasures that could reshape existence itself. Above it all looms the Arcana Veli an ancient force that binds life, death, and destiny. Its threads twist and tangle with shadows of betrayal, vengeance, and destruction. In this world where the strong devour the weak, hope is a fleeting illusion, and mercy is a tale for the foolish. Veythor is a man cursed by fate, his existence a relentless cycle of suffering. Across three lives, he has endured nothing but torment and betrayal. On Earth, he was broken by those he trusted betrayed by family, ruined by love, and left to die in despair. In his second life, his fate was even crueler, his body and soul crushed by monsters in human form. But Thalvoria his third life is the most merciless of all. A vast and unforgiving world, Thalvoria is ruled by beings of unimaginable power. Here, mages sunder mountains with a thought, empires rise and fall in rivers of blood, and forgotten gods slumber beneath the earth. Mythical beasts stalk cursed forests, and the very land hungers for suffering. In Thalvoria, even the heavens cast shadows and every choice is a gamble with damnation. Yet Veythor refuses to break. Haunted by memories of his past lives, he sharpens his pain into a weapon. Every betrayal fuels his resolve, every scar strengthens his will. As the balance of power shifts and the Weave of Magic tightens its grip on the world, Veythor sets his sights on a singular goal: to seize control of his cursed destiny, no matter the cost. But in a land where salvation and damnation are two sides of the same coin, what will remain of the man who refuses to die? When the world itself thirsts for blood, Veythor will rise or drag all of Thalvoria into the abyss with him.

Rise of the Gladiator King follows Valerian, a fierce gladiator with a past shrouded in mystery, as he fights for survival in the blood-soaked arenas of Rome. Known for his reckless nature and unpredictable strength, Valerian’s life takes an unexpected turn when he is chosen as the vessel for Spartacus, the legendary gladiator-turned-rebel who once sought to overthrow Rome. As Valerian’s connection to Spartacus grows, he uncovers hidden secrets about the empire’s corrupt rulers, ancient spirits that wield unimaginable power, and a conspiracy that threatens the very foundation of Rome. With a volatile temper and a deep sense of honor, Valerian must decide whether to follow Spartacus’s vision of freedom or create his own path toward power. In a world where strength is everything and loyalty can be bought, Valerian will rise as a king, but not without making enemies who will stop at nothing to see him fall. The arena is only the beginning—what will Valerian do when the real battle for control begins?

"The world is ruled by power, politics, and blood... and I will carve my name into history with all three." Kael Rogathrone never sought glory. But when fate drags him into the shadows of betrayal and war, he rises-not as a pawn, but as a ruler. Chosen to sit on the Sovereign Council, the highest seat of power in Velmora, Kael and his comrades have endured two years of brutal trials-survival in the wild, merciless battles, and strategies that could topple nations. Now, the world bows before the council's command. Yet beneath the honor lies a truth soaked in blood-Kael's father, the Prime Minister, was assassinated by the Rhinestone monarch. And while the world moves forward, Kael does not forget. With power in his grasp and vengeance burning in his soul, the game begins.

Rex was just another slave in the corporate machine, a faceless office worker under the shadow of one of the galaxy's powerful megacorps. His life was predictable and dull, an endless cycle of meaningless reports and fluorescent-lit monotony. That was, until that day.... When a new world was discovered on the outskirts of the galaxy, Rex, like countless other low-ranking employees, found himself dragged into a contract clause he’d barely skimmed years ago. The megacorp ordered him and his coworkers to pack their lives into a transport pod and leave for the unexplored planet. Their mission? Establish a colony. Mine resources. Make the company richer. There was no choice, refusing meant ruin. At first, everything seemed manageable. The days were grueling, the nights cold, but progress was steady. The colony was coming to life. Until the excavation team struck something. No one knew what it was at first, a buried hive, a forgotten ecosystem, or something ancient and dangerous. Whatever it was, it unleashed hell. Swarms of enormous, chittering creatures erupted from the ground, their jagged bodies blotting out the sky. The colony fell into chaos. Screams echoed through the air as the bugs tore through everything in their path, walls, machines, and people. Rex barely survived. Bloodied, broken, and pinned beneath the rubble, he should have died there. But in the pitch-black silence of his fading consciousness, a voice spoke to him. Cold. Mechanical. Otherworldly. "Do you wish to live?" When Rex woke, he was no longer the man he’d been. His body was no longer human flesh and bone but something far more alien. His skin shimmered with living metal, his mind infused with the power of Cleo, a mysterious AI from a long-extinct, robotic race known as the Kaelzars. Cleo’s presence pulsed through his thoughts, guiding him and transforming him. He wasn’t just alive. He was reborn. But survival came at a price. Rex was no longer a pawn of the megacorp; he was something more dangerous, something they couldn’t control. As Cleo’s intentions began to reveal themselves, Rex found himself standing on the precipice of war, not just with the bugs but with forces far greater than he could have imagined. This was the beginning of a journey through blood-soaked battlefields and treacherous alliances. Along the way, Rex would encounter allies, brilliant, flawed, and unpredictable, and enemies whose ambitions were as sharp as their blades. These weren’t disposable foes, easily crushed by an overpowered hero. They were cunning, relentless, and human in the most terrifying ways. But then again, in war, who can truly be called a villain? New chapters every day at: [2 A.M GMT+8 Time!]

After six years away from the sun-soaked shores of California, Mia returns to Los Angeles for her best friend’s wedding, only to find herself grappling with memories that threaten to unravel her hard-won peace. In a whirlwind of emotions, laughter, and unspoken tension, Mia discovers that sometimes the past isn't as far behind as we think.

Sasha, a reckless event planner with a taste for trouble, throws an exclusive penthouse party that sets her life ablaze. A spilled drink leads to a heated graze of fingers with Julian, a brooding artist whose dark eyes promise heartbreak—and more. But when Lena, Sasha’s fiery ex, crashes their frenzied kitchen kiss, the night explodes into a threesome of tangled lips and forbidden thrills. What starts as a seductive game spirals into a steamy, chaotic web of lust, betrayal, and power no one can control. Julian’s married—to Mara, a cool, calculating temptress who knows every secret and plays her own game. Paint-smeared studio nights, rain-soaked wall-pounding passion, and masked threesomes in hidden alcoves blur the lines between love and obsession. Lena dances through it all, her hips a weapon of revenge, seducing Julian in a pulsing club to wound Sasha, only to crave her more. Mara’s dinners turn to dares, her foot sliding up Sasha’s thigh, her whispers sealing pacts in silk sheets—until jealousy and rage ignite a cabin clash where four bodies collide, boundaries obliterated in a symphony of gasps. From bathroom trysts on cold tiles to ropes biting skin in secluded retreats, Sasha’s caught in a storm of need—Julian’s possessive thrusts, Lena’s defiant grinds, Mara’s subtle dominance. Fury fuels punishing threesomes, solitude stokes self-pleasure, and every reunion teeters on redemption or ruin. As the chaos peaks, Sasha must choose—or surrender to them all. Passion drowns reason, revenge burns hot, and desire redefines everything in a final, decadent night of fragile truce and unrelenting heat. Will Sasha master the madness, or let it consume her?

The Earth was torn apart, reshaped into an endless dungeon—a brutal labyrinth of blood-soaked corridors, twisted monsters, and stages that grow more terrifying with every level. The rules of survival have changed: gather coins, and use them to buy anything you desire. Power, safety, even happiness—everything has a price. For Lex, there’s only one thing he craves: death. But in this world, where coins can buy anything, even that is out of reach. Cursed with the power "Die to Begin," every time Lex dies, he's resurrected at the start, trapped in an endless loop of survival and torment. All he wants is enough coins to finally purchase the one thing that he had been seeking for countless lifetimes—an end. In this nightmare, where money can truly buy anything, Lex will sacrifice everything, even his humanity, just to escape the endless suffering. -------------------------------- If you'd like to support me, here's my patreon :) https://www.patreon.com/c/HYLP

Kiefer knew when he had contracted the Weave. He would suffer incessant nosebleed, raging headaches, auditory and visual hallucinations and occasionally lose consciousness. Those were the major symptoms of the Weave. These symptoms would continue for what seemed like forever. Scraping away at his increasingly fragile mind, rendering every night more fearful than the last. -•-•-•-•-•-•-•-•-•-•-•-•-•- When the clock would strike midnight, his sheets could usually be found slick with sweat, sticking to his body and getting even more soaked. Kiefer would try to move his limbs but they never really responded. His eyelids were shut tightly as he couldn't even open them. He would struggle and struggle one too many times to open them but they weren't exceptions in whatever was happening to him. But his ears? His ears picked up every single sound that surrounded him. Sometimes, Kiefer would hear one too many voices speaking at the exact same time, that they began translating into bundles and bundles of gibberish. His head ached terribly and he could do absolutely nothing about it. Trauma. While his eyes were shut, visions of vile and rabid monsters would charge at him from caves and clearings he could never quite make out. Their eyes, bloodshot, their teeth more like fangs dripping with crimson red blood, trying so desperately to rip the poor boy apart. Trauma. Kiefer would now and then try his hardest to wake himself up from the turbulent nightmare but it really did seem like the Weave hadn't had enough fun with him. -•-•-•- Kiefer would occasionally find himself tethering on the edge of the narrowest piece of boulder on what seemed to be a cliff. Looking down, his eyes would widen and his face would contort with fear as molten magma thrashed turbulently just few inches below his feet, burning and scalding his feet repeatedly. Then, all too suddenly, the cliff would melt and Kiefer would find himself falling back-first, his hands fluttering in the air, trying to grab onto whatever came into his grip to save himself. A guttural scream would escape his lips and echo off the far walls as he plunged deep into the boiling magma. -•-•-•- He wakes up with a start every new day, his forehead slick with sweat, his nightwear damp and his hair even damper. Soon, Kiefer didn't need a diviner to tell him the Weave was out for his heart. SUPPORT THIS NOVEL TO KEEP US MOTIVATED!!! FOLLOW INSTA ACCOUNT @guordio_masetti

Achem Powers was a man going nowhere. A failure in life, in love, and in career, he never imagined that his story would truly begin only after his death—or what should have been his death. Instead, he awoke in a brutal medieval world where swords and sorcery dictated fate, where betrayal lurked in every shadow, and where ancient horrors clawed their way back into existence. Thrown into a deadly game of survival, Achem refuses to be a pawn. He forges unlikely alliances with Lysara, a hardened warrior with a tragic past, and Garron, a battle-worn mercenary with a sharp wit. Together, they navigate a world rife with treachery, war, and dark magic that defies reason. Their journey leads them to a horrifying truth: Achem is not the only one from the 21st century to have been transported here. Another outsider, one who seems to know more than he lets on, hints that their presence in this world is no accident. Someone—or something—has drawn them here with a purpose. As they dig deeper, they uncover whispers of an ancient and forbidden force—the Abyss Doctrine. A once-mighty kingdom sought to harness its power, only to fall into ruin, consumed by the horrors they created. But the Doctrine never truly died. Cultists, warlocks, and fanatics have begun to stir again, seeking to resurrect the nightmare that once devoured civilizations. Faced with monstrous abominations, blood-soaked battles, and the looming dread of a world teetering on the brink of darkness, Achem and his companions must decide: will they fight against fate, or will they become part of the abyss that stares back? Because in this world, power is everything. And the only way to survive... is to take it.

Crystal had spent her life inside the temple, swearing herself to gods who never spoke back. With blind faith and empty prayers, she was meant to die with the others as just another body on the stone floor, blood soaking through her white robes. But when the King of Elyria walked in, He didn’t let her perish but took her instead. Dragged from the light and thrown into a world where shadows breathe, Where sin feels just like salvation, Crystal should hate him. She should fight. She should resist the pull, the heat, and the way her body falters as every touch ruins her. The girl who once prayed to the gods is dying, piece by piece, and something else is rising in her place, something unholy and wicked. Something his. Through war, betrayal, and conquest, Crystal will carve her name into the world alongside his. She might have been destined to die, but now she will rule, claiming fear and worship from her people and enemies alike. While being bound to the creature that stole her fate and rewrote it in blood. Together, they will be unstoppable. Warning: This story contains dark themes, psychological manipulation, and obsessive romance. Read at your own risk.

A pickpocket's routine heist gone catastrophically wrong, dragged him into the hidden world of assassins and mystical cards. Now marked by the enigmatic Arcane Master, The Devil, he is blackmailed into becoming a pawn in a larger, blood-soaked game. [Volume 1 Devil Child: Complete] [Volume 2 Blood and Bonds: Current] **** Character in cover: Issa Lucienne Fitzroy Most of the free chapters are about 2000+ words long, but the locked ones are at your normal 1k to 1,5k words

Sophia's life was never hers to control. Born the daughter of a powerful mafia boss, she became a pawn in a game she didn’t agree to play. To solidify alliances, her father sealed her fate—marrying her off to not one, but three ruthless mafia leaders. Each man more dangerous than the last. For them, Sophia is a trophy—a prisoner they blame for their shattered lives and broken hearts. Her new husbands had to sacrifice everything, their former loves abandoned for power, leaving nothing but resentment and cruelty behind. Now, their shared home is a battleground, soaked in tension, hatred, and secrets. But Sophia isn’t just a pawn. She’s a spark ready to ignite. Beneath the scars, she harbors a silent rage—a plan to break free, to turn the tables on the men who claim to own her. Yet even amidst their toxic obsession and possessive cruelty, the lines between love, lust, and loathing blur. How far will Sophia go to reclaim her life? How long before her captors realize the woman they imprisoned is becoming their queen? In a world of blood, betrayal, and desire, who will be left standing when the game is over? Reverse Harem with a Dark Twist: One woman married to three mafia leaders, exploring toxic relationships and intense power struggles. Strong, Resilient Female Lead: Sophia evolves from victim to queen, reclaiming her power. High-Stakes Mafia World: Themes of revenge, betrayal, and survival drive the story’s tension. Blurred Morality: A provocative blend of obsession, hate, and forbidden desire that challenges traditional romance dynamics.

"You can outrun many things, but fate will always find you, like your shadow in the light." . In the heart of Washington D.C., mafia heir Vaughn Volkov is on a mission that takes him far from the sun-soaked streets of California. The bustling city, with its imposing monuments and corridors of power, is a far cry from the palm-lined avenues of his home. Vaughn, however, is not one to be easily intimidated. His piercing blue eyes and commanding presence turn heads wherever he goes, a reminder that beneath his polished exterior lies a man accustomed to danger and control. Vaughn's path crosses with Eliza Monroe, a seemingly innocent college student whose gentle demeanor masks a resilience forged from her own turbulent past. Eliza, with her kind heart and determined spirit, is an enigma. She spends her days buried in books at the library, her nights working part-time to make ends meet. Her brown eyes, often hidden behind a cascade of dark curls, hold a depth that Vaughn finds both intriguing and unsettling. Their first encounter is anything but ordinary. Vaughn watches, intrigued by her fearlessness and the fire in her eyes. "You're not like the others," he remarks later, cornering her in the quiet corner of the library. His voice is a low, dangerous purr that sends shivers down Eliza's spine. "And you're not just the student here," she retorts, meeting his gaze with a mixture of curiosity and caution. "What do you want from me?" Vaughn's lips curve into a slow, dangerous smile. "Maybe I just want to get to know you." Despite her reservations, Eliza feels a strange pull towards Vaughn. His presence is intoxicating, a blend of danger and allure that she finds hard to resist. As they spend more time together, Eliza begins to see glimpses of the man beneath the mafia heir. Vaughn, too, finds himself drawn to Eliza in ways he never anticipated. Her kindness, her strength, and her unyielding spirit ignite something within him that he thought long buried. Yet, as their connection deepens, the shadows of their pasts loom ever larger. Vaughn's family business, shrouded in crime and violence, is never far from his mind. His enemies are ruthless, and his association with Eliza puts her squarely in their crosshairs. Eliza, too, harbors secrets. The dark forces that have shaped her life threaten to consume her, and Vaughn's world only amplifies those dangers. As their worlds collide, they must navigate a treacherous web of intrigue, passion, and forbidden desire. But with danger lurking around every corner, will their love survive, or will they be torn apart by the shadows of fate?

Jack, an ordinary salaryman, is thrust into a dangerous new world after mysteriously transmigrating into the body of Yun Li, a once-powerful martial artist. Awakening in a blood-soaked courtyard, Jack discovers that he now possesses the formidable ability of purple lightning, a power beyond explanation. However, Jack is not alone in this world of powerful cultivators. The remnants of Yun Li’s past, including dangerous grudges, continue to haunt him. Determined to forge his own path and survive, Jack vows to master his newfound abilities. ............. "It's my first time writing a novel; please point out any mistakes and I will do my best to correct them .............. : "I will be posting this story on https://www.royalroad.com/profile/628008/fictions" as well

In a land where ambition reigns and power is the only currency, Kayn Delacroix stands on the precipice of destiny. Ripped away from his old life and hurled into the brutal realm of Ellondria, he awakens with a single advantage—a strange, living Arc Seed lodged deep within his soul. From the mud-soaked streets of a backwater province to the glittering courts of warring clans, Kayn must seize every opportunity to cultivate his Arc Seed’s power. Yet for every oath sworn and every alliance formed, new betrayals lurk. Driven by ambition, sharpened by betrayal, Kayn’s journey offers intense battles, steamy encounters, and heart-wrenching twists. One question remains: will he become Ellondria’s savior—or its most terrifying tyrant?

"Ah, do gather ‘round, my dear, doomed darlings! Let me tell you a tale stitched together with silk and sinew, of a world that weeps and wails yet waltzes on, oh-so-beautifully, toward its inevitable doom! A tale where a bastard prince—oh, do forgive me, a Yellow Bastard, no less!—dances through the carnage with a grin sharper than a guillotine’s kiss. The war? Endless. The dead? Numerous. The fools who think they can win? Oh, darling, they’re my favourite! And me? HA! I am but the Jester of Fate, laughing at the script I can recite but never rewrite! There is love, yes! Blood-soaked, broken, bitterly beautiful love! There is horror, the kind that makes even monsters shudder! And there is a melody—a requiem for the dreamers who thought they could defy the abyss. So, my sweet, step right up! Watch as kings fall, messiahs burn, and devils waltz upon the graves of gods! It is all so, so funny, don’t you think? No? Ah, well. Laugh or weep, the requiem plays on. And so do we."

*Trigger warning - this novel contains explicit blood, gore, rape, R-18 scenes which might trigger you* Aurora Roosevelt Eighteen-year-old Aurora Roosevelt had a bright future ahead, fueled by big dreams and the unwavering support of her loving parents and younger brother. But in a single, heart-wrenching day, tragedy strikes-her parents are brutally killed, her brother is taken captive, and Aurora is violently torn apart, her life irreversibly altered. Now trapped in a world of blood, gore, and darkness, she finds herself ensnared by Braxton, a psychopath whose obsession with her knows no bounds. Orion Ashbourne Orion Ashbourne is the youngest, most successful businessman in his country, born into privilege and responsibility. Shielded from the world's darkest corners, he lives a life untouched by the violence and pain Aurora faces daily. One fateful encounter between Aurora and Orion pulls them into each other's worlds. As their lives intertwine, Aurora's past and Braxton's obsession threaten to tear them apart. Will Orion be able to pull Aurora from the darkness and show her a brighter future? Or will Braxton's relentless hold claim her soul forever? A deadly love triangle emerges where obsession, love, and survival collide. Aurora is caught between the blood-soaked world she's been forced into and the light she desperately craves in the form of Orion. Will she ever escape, or is she destined to remain trapped in Braxton's darkness? Hello lovelies, this is your author Kara. This book being my first one holds a very special place in my heart. Plus I am trying first person POV which is genuinelly very difficult so please be a little understanding of this new author. But I truly hope you will like it. Positive critics and encouragement are always welcomed. Let's unfold this saga together! Follow me on instagram for a visual treat of "The Devil's Reckoning : A Twilight Sage" at my IG handle @kara_gardner_ Book cover credits - Kara Gardner Instagram - @kara_gardner_

Author: Lone Raut Synopsis (Narrated by Deadpool’s Chaotic Cousin Who Forgot to Take Their Meds): Alright, gather ‘round, folks! Let me spin you a tale so dark it’ll make your therapist retire. Picture this: Yours truly was just another fancy-pants “man of culture” on a serial killer’s hit list—because apparently, collecting rare books and quoting Nietzsche makes you a target. Who knew? (Spoiler alert: I died. Surprise!) But death? Nah, that’s just the opening act. Instead of sweet oblivion, I woke up knee-deep in Saint’s Odyssey—a fantasy novel I once tossed into my “dumpster fire of bad writing” pile. Think Game of Thrones meets Saw, but with more existential dread. And guess what? I’m not the dashing hero. Nope. I’m the guy the author conveniently labeled “Villain.” Cool, right? (Cue jazz hands.) But hold onto your chimichangas, because this “hero”? Oh, he’s a masterpiece of hypocrisy. Smiles like a Disney prince, stabs like a back-alley surgeon. His grand plan? Wipe out half the world because reasons. Classic hero logic! Meanwhile, the gods are upstairs chugging ambrosia and betting on our suffering. Adorable!!!. Well, newsflash, Olympus—I’m hijacking this plot. Reborn with a vendetta and a PhD in chaos, I’m not here to play nice. Rules? Burn ‘em. Heroes? Crush ‘em. World domination? Duh!. This ain’t a redemption arc; it’s a blood-soaked takeover tour. Think Machiavelli with a splash of Joker and a side of espresso. They call me ruthless? Damn right. I’ll out-scheme the schemers, out-betray the traitors, and maybe burn a kingdom or two for aesthetic. The hero thinks he’s pulling strings? Sweetheart, I’m the puppetmaster—and I just cut the threads. Every battle’s a chess move, every ally a pawn, and the board? Oh, it’s dripping in red. And hey, let’s laugh while we’re at it. Ever seen a “chosen one” trip over his own halo? Poetic. Ever roasted a god so hard they literally combust? (Working on it.) This world’s a joke, and I’m the punchline—delivered with a knife. So buckle up, buttercups. The script’s flipped, the crown’s mine, and if the heroes cry about “morals”? Tell ‘em to write a Yelp review. This villain’s rewriting destiny—one corpse at a time. TL;DR: Death was my warm-up. Now? I’m here to conquer, crack jokes, and maybe commit some light treason. World, meet your new overlord. Resistance is hilarious . Hahahahaaaaaaa!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! (⁠・⁠∀⁠・⁠)

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

In the first year after being sold off, you were lucky to have been placed with a wise cellmate. Although she was only 1 and a half years older, she had been here for a very long time. If not for her you would have ended up in the pile of bodies at the back of the farthest confinement unit long before you were able to be sold. After only 2 months with your new friend, her time to be sold off had come. She came to the cell excitedly, to fetch her belongings before finally bidding her goodbyes. Her belongings consisted of nothing, she had only used that as an excuse to come back and tell her little cellmate the exciting news. "He's so handsome and tall. He looked at me with eyes full of intrigue and passion!" Exclaimed Joelle, her cellmate. "I knew the day would come, he is a kind man as to even let me make one last trip down here, don't worry, Evalie. Someday, you will be bought and taken away from all of this by a handsome prince just like me. But for now, just hold tight and keep doing as I've taught you over this past few moons, I will always remember you, my evalie. Stay safe princess."those were the last sane words you ever heard come out of joelle's mouth. After only a mere month with the "handsome prince" Joelle was returned to the establishment, only the person that returned was but a mere shell of what her Joelle was before she left. The girl was only 16, but just in the course of a few moons, she had all the life and will to live sucked out of her. That man not only stomped one girls dream to be saved by a Prince Charming but it was actually two girls who had their hope extinguished and soaked in an endless flow of cold harsh water. Unfortunately that was the harsh truth slaves had to face. Wether you become a simple servant, to even a torture doll for your master to take out his frustrations on, you are a slave. That is your place. You must know it and abide by it, always, forever.