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

Elena Cassirer, the "Angel blade" on the battlefield of the Empire, was once a symbol of glory and faith, but because of a plot by her beloved ex-husband, the prince Reynold, was framed as a traitor and fell into the abyss. Stripped of her angel's blessing, her honor and faith shattered, she was banished to the barren land of the abandoned son, a stain on the empire. In the midst of despair and hatred, Elena discovers her true gift - a forbidden power hidden by royalty. She was no longer the loyal warrior who believed in light, but an avenger who walked between light and darkness. The undercurrent within the empire, royalty struggle for power, demons infiltrate, abandoned son rise. Former lovers, now enemies; Once the faith, now the shackles. Elena embarks on the road of revenge and rebirth, burning the conspiracy with the fallen star, and reshaping the fate with the broken faith. The price of betrayal is to shake the power foundations of the empire. The light will fall, the darkness will rise, and her sword will decide!

As one of GHOST FLEET's most formidable agents, ERIKA had spent her life honing her skills for a single purpose: vengeance. The monsters who tore her world apart, stripping her of family, pride, and dignity, had no idea she was coming for them. Armed with unyielding resolve, she believed she was ready to unleash hell. But vengeance is rarely simple, and the truth has a way of cutting deeper than any blade. The man she had silently loved, long before she even understood the depth of her feelings, stood revealed as her enemy’s most trusted ally. The love she once deemed unshakable was nothing more than a cruel illusion, a game in which she was but a pawn. Betrayed and broken, she did the unthinkable. Without a moment's hesitation, she leveled her gun at the one who once held her heart. Yet what Erika didn’t know was that, to him, she was not a pawn but the very center of his world. She was the dream he had dared to pray for, the light he craved in a life of shadows. And for her, he would set the entire world aflame—even if it meant turning it against himself. She was a phoenix, rising unbroken from the ashes of her past. He was the storm, destined to burn beneath her radiance. In a tale woven with betrayal and regret, friendship and greed, the unrelenting pursuit of power, and mysteries buried deep, one truth remained: Even in the face of hatred, even when stained with blood and vengeance, love does not die. It endures. It transforms. And it consumes.

What Does It Mean to Be a Slayer? Is it the power to cut through monsters or the will to cut through fear? Is it the weight of the crucifix or the burden of the choices it demands? Is the mark of a Slayer found in their strength, or in the lives they leave untouched? Is it to chase a dream, or to wake others from their nightmares? Do you fight to reach a dream, or do you fight because the dream is already lost? When blood stains your blade, does it cleanse the world or taint your soul? Omari does not fight to build a name, but to ensure others do not lose theirs. He lifts his blade not for ambition, but for those too weak to lift themselves. Perhaps to be a Slayer is not to ask what you stand to gain, but what you’re willing to lose. Perhaps it is not the pursuit of power, but the realization that power exists to serve others. Omari does not fear death; he fears a life where he fails to save. For him, the crucifix is not a weapon of ambition but a promise kept to those who cannot protect themselves. What does it mean to be a Slayer? Perhaps to be a Slayer is not to live for a dream, but to die without regret. Perhaps to be a Slayer is not to seek answers, but to shoulder the questions. For Omari, it is all of the above and so much more.

A man from Earth is transported to another world, where he activates the Cosmic Evolver System. Guided by the system's missions, he steadily climbs the path to become the most powerful being in the universe. After enduring five years of relentless hardships, his character becomes ruthless and bloodthirsty, with a twisted worldview. However, everything changes when he encounters a group of individuals who gradually restore his perspective. No longer is he driven solely by the desire to grow stronger or simply complete missions. He now has people to protect. In this world, killing is a sin. But if I am killed, I will not blame anyone… because this world is a blood-soaked game. I kill you, you kill me—both hands stained with blood. And the game continues, with new players constantly entering, destined to either kill or be killed.

Note:[There is no Magic at the starting point But there will be Magic, Magical Artifacts, Magical beast's, Demons and more fantasy type things in the upcoming chapter's but I don't think you'll be bored even without that kind of thing.] In a kingdom characterized by political intrigue and betrayal, a young man named Roy finds himself at the epicenter of a deadly conspiracy. After enduring numerous assassination attempts, he is once again targeted by a group of elite assassins. Severely wounded (and on the brink of death), Roy narrowly escapes with a fatal injury, his blood staining the ground as his body collapses. As life drains from him, he begins to lose consciousness, accepting that this may be the end. However, fate has different plans. Just when he believes all hope is lost, a mysterious force intervenes, saving him from death’s grip. Although severely weakened, Roy embarks on a new chapter of his life, forced to confront the complexities of survival in a world where nothing is ever truly what it seems. This experience reshapes his understanding of loyalty and trust, because surviving is just the beginning of a far more intricate journey. As he heals, Roy confronts the harsh realities of his predicament. With adversaries lurking at every corner and secrets (that) envelop his past, he is thrust into a game characterized by politics, power and betrayal. Although he has endured painful experiences related to love and loss, he finds himself entangled with Princess Rina, who is determined to make him fall in love with her—(even if) it means sacrificing everything. However, for Roy, love is nothing more than a curse: a destructive force that has already inflicted enough pain upon him. Amidst the escalating tension and political turmoil, Roy must navigate a perilous world, constantly battling for survival while grappling with his own indifference to the emotions that others seem to desperately cling to. As he becomes increasingly intertwined in the treacherous game surrounding him, Roy must decide whether to embrace his past and the relationships that accompany it, or to remain an isolated figure, detached from the world he once knew. This tale of survival, love and betrayal reveals Roy's journey as one of resilience, self-discovery and the harsh realities of a kingdom dominated by manipulation and deceit.

A high ceiling, adorned with intricate carvings and fanciful decor. A warm golden light passing through stained glass highlighting the beauty of justice and righteous valour- a contrast to the maleficent beings that would often face this light- illuminates the room. Upon a raised dais, there is a displeased king, and by his side, stern-faced nobles and court officials stare down menacingly at the accused. Below these extinguished figures, bounded by chains and covered in grime, was a six-year-old girl. "Ixion Akastos Vespera" "In the presence of our sovereign King and the noble dukes of this great nation, you are summoned to answer for the grave crimes alleged against you. The entire house of Vespera, your family and lineage, has been wrongfully slain by a treacherous prisoner of theirs. We have reason to believe you have conspired with the ungrateful fiend, betraying your own blood and committing treason against our liege. How do you answer? Are you guilty or not guilty of this heinous crime?" "Not guilty." "Not guilty? Very well. You shall-" "I killed them myself. Not the dragon, only I." Murmurs erupted among the usually unperturbed high-class nobles. "Is it not according to law that a bloodline inheritor may kill all other potential heirs? As for my unfortunate mother, she was merely an unintended mishap." °°° Alexandra Chase, among a million others, found herself in a deadly game orchestrated by a supreme goddess to gain access to another world. Unfortunately, her life in this new world won't be any softer than the one before it. Her drive is not only to survive but also to supersede those beings who stand above. The goddess's schemes are far deeper than she could imagine. She is granted talent, unlimited potential, and terrifying attunement to the world itself with her new body, but many geniuses die young. Her most capable weapon is a concept many have yet to fathom- her soul.

Isabella Martini, all she ever wanted was to find her mate and live a peaceful life with him. But all of that comes spirally down when she is accused of killing her sister. Despite being the daughter of the Beta of the Blood Moon Pack, no one believed her, not even her Alpha, Alpha Gael Romano. To make amends for the crime she did not commit, she agrees to marry Alpha Romano. But that does not go as planned, and when she realizes that he plans to kill her, that is her final straw. Now a broken soul, she wanders into the rogue territory, trying to build her life again. Arlo Bianchi, Alpha of the Black Knight Pack. He has been whispered as Death for the numerous deaths that stain his hands. Everyone is afraid of the monster he has become, but what would happen when Isabella stumbles upon his land? Will he kill her on sight, or will she be the key to his cold heart? Find out more in this book.

Four years of marriage, and Ryan had always believed he was fortunate—a beautiful wife, Emma, and a picture-perfect family. He worked tirelessly, convinced it was all for the chance to walk through life side by side with her. But when the diagnosis came—cancer—and he looked into the eyes of the people who had once been closest to him, the harsh truth finally hit. What marriage? What compromise? It had all been a lie. He came into this world alone, and in the end, he would leave the same way. With no hope left, Ryan decided he would no longer live for anyone else. He would spend his final days in whatever way brought him the most peace and happiness. He filed for divorce from his cold, distant wife. He severed ties with his cruel, judgmental family. He broke under the relentless pressure of his boss. Everyone was saying: Ryan had lost it. He’d completely snapped. But just when he thought he was beyond saving, a light pierced the darkness of his world. She said, “I’m Fiona, Ryan. Please... I’m begging you, live. For me, please?” While everyone else had begged him to get treatment, he remained unmoved. But when this young woman stood before him, tears staining her face, what could he do? Suddenly, a spark of hope flickered. Did he still have the strength to fight? Could he even survive this? “My... Fiona…”

Rumors say that if you ever come across an extremely handsome man in a doctor's coat twirling a shiny scalpel between his fingers with an alluring smile on his lips that takes your breath away… Run. For he is the devil. *** Yang Mingshen’s existence screams of six adjectives - Handsome, wealthy, talented, narcissist, arrogant and evil. He is an unrivaled doctor from one of the most affluent and prestigious Underworld families, who sees only medicine and his own interests. Until a desire consumes him - to have a woman’s heart. That woman, Song Jia, continues to put all the wrongs to right as a capable police officer. She, whose life was once saved by the devil doctor, refuses to bend to his tempting seduction. “I will just take your heart and put it in somebody else's chest. It won't hurt at all, I promise~” “Yes because I will be dead to feel anything.” But the bad news comes knocking when Yang Mingshen becomes the lead forensic investigator to assist in her cases. With a devil now clinging to her, she comes across a deep, dark and cruel web of conspiracies stained with blood, love, hatred, revenge, politics and much more. Treading into dangerous territories, will they be able to uncover the net of lies and deceit? And maybe find love along the way? *EXCERPT* “I am not the weak patient anymore. You try to grab my neck and I will break your wrist,” Jia threw him a death glare. Mingshen leaned in closer, chuckling devilishly. "I told you before, Spicy. I have saved your life. I have touched your heart quite literally. So that heart beating in your chest right now belongs to Yang Mingshen. If I want it, I will have it.”

The spectral legions of Zephyr the Abyssal, Dark Lord of the Abyss, bring an icy death to the world. Bleached bone mountains rise, a testament to his tyranny, while tormented souls, twisted into demonic servants, bolster his ever-growing army. Humanity's vibrant history is a fading memory, swallowed by the encroaching darkness. Yet, against this overwhelming despair, the sun's life-giving warmth persists, nurturing the fragile seeds of hope. The embers of peace, though faint, still glow, a defiant spark against the abyssal night. Nestled at the foot of the imposing Mount Cinderfang, within the protective circle of the ancient bronze Citadel of Whispers, lies the secluded hamlet of Whisperwind. This sacred site, home to the Celestial Monastery, is guarded by monks imbued with righteous might. Within the Monastery, these monks maintain a tireless vigil, their disciplined ranks a bulwark against the encroaching darkness. Their sacred duty: to protect the people of Whisperwind from the formidable magical forces that threaten from beyond the Citadel of Whispers. The memory of Elder Theron's stand against Zephyr the Abyssal and his legions still echoes—a battle of unparalleled ferocity that stained the autumn afternoon with the blood of countless fallen. Good and evil clashed with a rage unseen before, overwhelming the Celestial Monastery. Forced to retreat to the sanctuary of Mount Cinderfang, Elder Theron, grievously wounded, hid a peerless spiritual treasure deep within a secret chamber beneath Oracle Falls before his death. With his last breath, he merged with the surging energies... Creating the Infernal Lock formation, the people of Whisperwind, protected by the Citadel of Whispers, have withstood countless attacks from the demonic hordes over the years. This powerful shield afforded the Celestial Monastery precious time to train exceptional disciples, true paragons of martial prowess. The legend of a hero who would vanquish tyranny would remain untold were it not for the appearance of a certain individual: Drakon, an orphan boy from Whisperwind. Fate led this youth to encounter the Sunfire Drake, a divine beast hatched from a colossal golden egg, possessing the power to unleash devastating flames. Drakon's destiny was forged in three blades: Crimson Edge, a longsword representing humanity's strength; Dawnbreaker, a legendary blade imbued with divine power; and Nightshade, the infernal blade of the demonic legions, a weapon that bound the fearsome Obsidian Drake. This duality—the Sunfire Drake against the Obsidian Drake, light against darkness—mirrored the internal conflict within Drakon, the eternal struggle between good and evil, the choice between righteous and wicked paths. With his draconic companion and his ultimate weapons, Drakon ascended to the pinnacle of power, a figure who challenged both the demonic world and the forces of light. To understand better, I invite you to step into the world of mysterious stories, accompany me in this novel "Blood red sun day kill Gohts"!

Warning: This book contains mature content. About the story This story is a mysterious suspense and romance story about a girl who had a contract marriage with a mysterious but heartless billionaire in other for her to pay the debts of her father who was on sick bed. Watch how this story unfolds. Avery was a young girl who was used as a collateral to pay for the debts her father owed in form of a contract marriage to a mysterious but heartless billionaire who made her life a living hell not knowing he already fell in love with her at first sight.Will Avery accept his love and forgive him for all what he did ? " Who are you?" She asked calmly as tears kept rolling down her cheeks. Fear was evident in her voice. You don't need to know. The deep voice said and before she could fathom what he was about to do. He stabbed her. Avery was so shock as she felt the sharp piercing of the dagger thrust through her as blood flowed down her abdomen staining her pink dress. She fell to the ground as blood kept gushing out of her stabbed abdomen. James twisted the doorknob and entered inside only to see Avery on the floor. "I love you Avery. I am sorry for maltreating you. James said as he hugged her tightly. Am sorry for realizing late. He said as he held the dying girl in his hand."

Ariel Atoms was born to a loving family. However, due to circumstances, she was forced to be in an underworld organisation; working as a top-class assassin. Over the past 20 years, she has killed millions of innocent and guilty people; good and bad; male and female. Her hands — no matter how many times she washed them — are still stained with blood of those she killed. Only death surrounds her and they identify her as “Cold Blood”. She was the most wanted criminal throughout the world and yet, her heart felt empty. She was not living. She was not happy. She was merely following orders from the higher-ups. If she could, she would restart her life. She never wanted to be a murderer. She wanted to live happily and have a family of her own; a home to go back to. The day came when she decided to stop killing. She got tired. The only way out was to kill herself. She was never afraid of death. She killed herself where no one would ever find her corpse. When she came to, she woke up as another person; a weak young man. This person was not weak physically but mentally. He was abused mentally and she just happened to possess this man’s body. She was no longer Ariel Atoms, the top-class assassin everyone feared. He was now Ajax Rodney, the weak rodent whom everyone bullied and made fun of. That was about to change and this was his story.

In a world ravaged by seven years of relentless war, nations have crumbled and civilization teeters on the brink of extinction. The relentless Shadow Army, led by ancient and malevolent gods, has brought death and devastation, reducing once-proud cities to ruins. Amidst this chaos, a desperate alliance known as the Frontier emerges, uniting the remnants of humanity, demons, elves, and angels in a final bid for suvival. As the war grinds to a bloody stalemate, Alexander, a soldier haunted by the brutal realities of conflict, finds himself in the fortified city of Pingyao. Here, he encounters Dr. Jin, a mad scientist whose eccentric genius might hold the key to turning the tide. Dr. Jin reveals the harrowing history of the Shadow Gods and the legendary Eight Blades forged to that could destroy the universe and make everything cease to exist but also rewrite it. Where the clash of steel and gun powered echoes through desolate landscapes and the cries of the fallen pierce the air like daggers, brutality reigns supreme. Blood flows freely, staining the earth crimson as warriors meet in deadly combat, their every strike infused with the raw fury of battle. Amidst the chaos, Alexander stands as a soldier, his sword cut down foes. Each blow he delivers is rage of violence, cutting through flesh and bone with merciless precision. Limbs are severed, bodies rent asunder, as Alexander's wrath knows no bounds. Doing the great battle 7 years ago against Azrael, Eve mysteriously disappeared in turn cause the apocalypse. Across the wasteland, survivors cuts a swath of destruction upon one another, blood flowing like river with the bodies of men, women, and children, with each day leaving a trail of carnage. As the battle rages on, the intensity of the violence only grows, each combatant driven by a primal urge to survive at any cost. Bodies pile up like cordwood, the stench of death hanging heavy in the air as the clash of steel continues unabated. In this crucible of bloodshed, there is no room for mercy or remorse. Only the strong survive, their will forged in the fires of war, their hearts hardened by the brutality of combat. And in the end, only the victor will emerge from the fray, their triumph measured in the bodies of the fallen. by ancient grudges, "Lost Honor" follows the journey of Eve, a once-powerful warrior stripped of her abilities and thrust into a conflict of cosmic proportions. As she navigates the treacherous landscape of alliances and betrayals, Eve grapples with lost memories and the burden of mortality, haunted by the ghosts of her past. Amidst the chaos, a mysterious figure known as Erebus plots to conquer Earth, unveiling a sinister plan that could spell doom for all. With the fate of the world hanging in the balance, Eve must confront her own demons and forge unlikely alliances in a desperate bid to save humanity. As old enemies resurface and new threats emerge, Alexander & Eve's journey becomes a relentless horror of tragedies of blood and death.

"The power is forged only by bathing in the blood of fallen enemies." "Every drop of blood spilled that stains the world strengthens the path to eternity." "Return favors twofold, and resentment, betrayal, and pain a thousandfold—let them fall before you." "Make the gods tremble before you, for there is no being in heaven or earth that cannot be destroyed." "If the heavens block your path, destroy the heavens. If Buddha stands in your way, kill Buddha. As long as you are strong, your will becomes the will of the world." When I began my path to cultivation, I was instructed with these phrases. They told me this was the common Dao followed by cultivators. They said cultivation is a thorny journey with limited resources. They said for one to ascend, millions must fall. Immutable rules. A predestined fate. This was the legacy left to us by our ancestors who forged the rules of cultivation. These ancestors chose a Dao of violence and domination. But I did not accept it. I mocked it. I did not want to be part of this solitary world of violence and battles. I could not accept stepping on and massacring my brothers and sisters to become stronger. Wars. Trials. Conflicts. Betrayals. A lonely journey to become the ultimate existence. I did not want to accept it. I did not accept it. I, let me say it, I did not want to cultivate.

Born as a result of betrayal, revenge and agony; Zhu-yin, if that's his real name, tries to change his fate, and for that he would even be the demon king if needed.

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

Behind all things, you replace my world completely. A girl who lives in the city feels excited every time she has a vacation in Tagaytay. Feeling unwinding and stress-free makes her feel relaxed at all times. Tagaytay is her hometown, and she chooses to live forever not just because it is cold but because one thing is for sure: nature isn't toxic at all. To differentiate, I would rather stay here comfortably than in another place I don't want. A girl I've always wanted. I will support you no matter what. After that, I will assure you that you will be my girlfriend forever, and no one will evade it. Trust me, and I will stain to it. Lexiana Mexi Siviel And Bryle Ace Lincoln PLAGIARISM IS A CRIME ALL RIGHTS RESERVED 2024

Blood and Desires Genre: Paranormal Romance, Werewolf, Fantasy Synopsis: Emilia Cartwright has spent her entire life in the shadows of her parents’ mysterious death. Seeking answers, she moves to the secluded town of Ashwood, unaware that it holds more than just the haunting memories of her past. In this quiet town, she is drawn into a world of supernatural secrets, where the line between man and beast blurs, and the truth is far darker than she could have imagined. Alaric Blackwood, the enigmatic alpha of a powerful werewolf pack, has long kept his distance from humans, his past stained by betrayal and bloodshed. He is everything Emilia shouldn’t want: brooding, dangerous, and filled with secrets. Yet, from the moment they meet, an undeniable attraction sparks between them an attraction that threatens to unravel everything they both hold dear. As Emilia grows closer to Alaric, she begins to uncover the mysteries of his world and the terrifying truth about her own bloodline. She is not the ordinary human she thought she was; her parents’ death was no accident, and she is caught in a dangerous game between power-hungry rogues and the pack that Alaric leads. With forces within and outside the pack threatening their love and survival, Emilia and Alaric must face their fears and make impossible choices. As Alaric’s leadership is challenged by enemies both old and new, Emilia finds herself in the center of a battle for power that she never anticipated. But with love and loyalty tested to their limits, Emilia and Alaric will discover that the greatest threat they face may not come from their enemies, but from the blood that runs through their veins.

DARK PSYCHOLOGICAL ROMANTIC THRILLER  ......... The feeling of being trapped in closed space is terrifying however to be trapped in one's own body is a nightmare. Their consciences are both filled with remorse and shame, drowning them in misery. When an ex soldier with dark history gets accosted by the Predator in Paradise, she suppresses her weaknesses to be a survivor. Humanity Fear Remorse Principles He was a victim, escalating into an unstable parasite with an unsatiated craving for blood and pain. ~An evil is not born ~Agony molds you ~Numbs your feelings A hardcore evil is born as one suffers where redemption and retribution is all that he can desire... Some sins can be irreversible Will he lose his chance to atone for his crimes and quench his dolour? She is cynical and despises having episodes of emotional meltdown. She became familiar with the slow and overwhelming pain when there is no closure. She is his perfect match. She drives him toward insanity. Beautifully broken, both having scars staining the soul.  Pain soothes agony. ......... His pov I believe my heart has been devoid of love and affection since then. Not a single soul knew about my miserable life, the pathetic life of this lone wolf, the Ive Michaelson who brags around with his immense power and inhumane heart. The aftermath of that horrible incident was me lying on that cold floor. I dragged my butterfly knife to my wrist. I carved vertical lines which meant I'd bled faster and die faster. People who cut horizontally across the wrists in light lines never really wanted to die subconsciously. They fear death. But I knew better. I meant business. I had cut a deeper slash than last time. But I can't die yet. I grabbed my arms attempting to stop the flow. I wrapped my handkerchief around it. But it won't hurt me to try. Maybe I'll succeed if it's my lucky day. ......... Her pov No human is deemed worthy for life in his eyes. He wet his lips and tilted his head to the side like a complete psychopath, lowering his head a bit. He was gawking at me with those amber eyes turned slightly red. He smiled. Inhumane. I felt fear. Cold fear. The same nauseated feeling came back as he kept that smile while the second tear left his eye. Pain and only pain was visible in them. "That's why you are special. Now I must return this favour askim" he whispered. That craziness surfacing little by little in his smile made it hard for me to breathe. He was sick. ......... I believe in liberal and non sexist views which are portrayed in this book. The male leads can be really fucked up & intrigue characters. The female leads are equally strong and evil. Each character has his own perspective & emotional experiences which mould him into the kind of individual he is & explain the reasons for his particular behaviors. CONTENT AND/OR TRIGGER WARNING: Scenes of drug use, sexual abuse, harassment, self harm, violence & mature language which may be triggering for some readers. I don't plagiarize others otherwise it's purely coincidental.

The smelly hearse stopped at the door, the sound of marbles crashing from the ceiling, someone pacing back and forth in the corridor, and the next room seemed to be cutting something. The door lock in the bedroom vibrated slightly, and the faucet in the bathroom was tightened, but it was still ticking. There seemed to be a ball rolling under the bed. The footprints stained with water are constantly emerging on the floor and are slowly approaching. At three o'clock in the morning, Chen Ge hid beside the radiator with a kitchen knife, and the phone in his hand had just been dialed. "Landlord!"! This is the night you said.A little lively?! "

In a world where reality is warped and blood stains the ground, the crash of a mysterious spaceship seventy years ago birthed a generation that knows only terror and despair. Anomalies have twisted the landscape into a living nightmare, where death is ever-present and the air is thick with the stench of decay. The survivors, born into this unforgiving hell, are driven by a desperate need to uncover the dark secrets of their origins. With every step, they delve deeper into a world shrouded in fog, where the line between life and death is razor-thin, and hope is a distant memory

She was the forgotten empress, betrayed and murdered in cold blood. Now, reborn into the heart of a noble family, she awakens with the memories of a lifetime lost and a thirst for vengeance. Lady Elara remembers the sting of betrayal, the cold steel that stole her throne and her life. Now, granted a second chance at life, she vows to reclaim what was stolen and bring ruin upon those who wronged her. Yet, fate is a fickle mistress. Navigating a court rife with treachery and deceit, Elara finds herself drawn to a powerful and enigmatic lord. Their connection runs deeper than she could have imagined, entwined with the threads of their past lives. But as their love ignites, so too do the shadows of their enemies. Will Elara rise from the ashes of her past to seize her destiny? Or will the crimson tears of her tragic fate stain the pages of history once more? Crimson Tears of Scarlet Fate: A Reincarnation Romance - Prepare to be swept away in a world of magic, treachery, and a love that transcends even death itself.

In the shadowed heart of Arunachal Pradesh, deep within the forgotten valleys of Dibang, there exists a place lost to time and wrapped in horror. No map dares mark it, no local speaks its name. It is a place woven from nightmares, where a golden light glows at dusk, and an eerie, seductive music echoes through the mist. This place has but one rule: once you step within its grasp, you belong to it—forever. Those who have ventured close are drawn in, captivated, and when they realize the terrible truth and beg to leave, they find only one way out—a final, blood-stained sacrifice. Enter, and you may never escape.

In this cage...there was no afterlife... Within the birdcage...there were neither deities, nor captors... Life was simple and meaningless. Death was truly and bluntly, an end. The birds held captive in their cage were unable to escape, for no matter how starved or frantic a chick was, they couldn't dent steel with their soft beaks. Who could feed the starving birds? They couldn't even feed themselves? The birds, trapped in their infuriating prison and desperate for any food at all, celebrated in joy when a banquet started! Food for as far as their eyes wished to imagine! And what a FEAST it WAS! The survivors stood over the leftovers of their meals, their ravenous beaks licking away the blood staining their tainted feathers. They knew this solution wasn't sustainable, and rather than waste away by praying to a non-existent heaven, they grafted their own Gods out of the bones of their former kin. ___________________________________ "The Birdcage" is a world with a barrier made of an indestructible material at its edges, from earth to sky. Inside this confined land, lavish resources filled the fields for as far as one could wish for, though its inhabitants were alone without any other living creatures outside of themselves. The world was peaceful and prosperous, until an unknown cataclysmic plague swept the land, poisoning and rotting almost all natural resources and food that existed. The people, starving and in despair without so much as a god to pray to for help, resorted to the only food left in the entire birdcage. Themselves. After the ensuing frenzy, they forged a ritual for a chance at salvation. They created their own Gods known as, “Concepts,” that embodied their artificial beliefs and ideas, though their desperation only furthered the destruction of what was considered natural. The world is fading away. There’s no point in family, society, nor unity. Either find a fleeting, pointless escape, or succumb to your fate and be devoured by the starving.

I thought I could leave the past behind and avoid the packs, especially the ruthless Shadow-claws. But when I accidentally cross their borders one night, I find myself face-to-face with Damon—the one person I swore to despise forever. Damon’s not just any alpha; he’s powerful, relentless, and dangerously possessive. Our shared history is stained with rivalry and resentment, yet I can’t deny the intensity that crackles between us now. There’s something darker in his gaze, something that tells me he won’t let me go this time. But I can’t ignore the strange pull Damon has over me, even as I try to fight it. His obsession with me runs deeper than I understand, and each encounter only strengthens his hold. As his enemies circle closer, I realize that Damon’s need for me is no longer just about rivalry—it’s a craving, a hunger that threatens to consume us both. I know I should escape, but every time I’m near him, I find myself drawn deeper into his world, into his obsession. Now, I have to make a choice: resist Damon’s dangerous addiction or risk everything for a bond that might be my undoing.

In a world where power defines existence, where fate is forged through blood and fire, one broken soul rises from the ashes. After the annihilation of the Lou Clan, young Yan Lou is left with nothing but a burning will and a nameless sword art stained with his father’s blood. Cast into the unforgiving world of Murim, where ambition and betrayal intertwine, he seeks strength not for revenge—but for meaning in an existence ruled by chaos. Branded as a dangerous prodigy in a middling martial sect, Yan Lou defies his fate through ruthless cunning, unyielding resolve, and a mastery of the enigmatic Void Blossom Sword Art. As he ascends through the brutal hierarchy of martial arts, he faces enemies far stronger, a corrupt world bent on his destruction, and the dark secrets of his clan’s forgotten past. But in a world where even legends fall, the question remains—will Yan Lou rise beyond mortal limits, or be consumed by the abyss he seeks to conquer? Sword of Transcendence is a gripping dark cultivation epic blending relentless battles, philosophical introspection, and a brutal journey toward ultimate power—where the price of strength may be everything.

[ WPC FEB 2024 ENTRY ] Hao Chen, a very handsome young man, doesn't have anything except his little sister. As he was walking home from where he worked, he suddenly had an accident. A car hit him while he was crossing a zebra crossing. But Hao Chen knows one thing, if it was a deliberate act, knows who is the mastermind behind all this. Unfortunately he couldn't do anything at that time, due to his serious injuries. His head was bleeding, and even his bones were broken. Because the blood continued to flow out, staining the surrounding streets. Hao Chen, he died. But he didn't realize that there was a light that witnessed everything, about his entire life and his memories. "What a poor mortal, let me, the God Emperor, Hao Tian, ​​help you avenge yourself!" A voice sounded from the surroundings, its tone was arrogant and filled with elegance. Suddenly the light began to enter the depths of Hao Chen's body, who was now dead. *** Watch on by reading the first chapter of this novel, the adventure that the god emperor will go through who returns as a mortal! Discord server: https://discord.com/invite/4yCzqTCUhp _________________ Others Tags: Evil MC, Cunning MC, NO YURI, NO NETORARE, ECCHI, HAREM, Mature, Adult, Oral Sex, Anal Sex, Anal, Backdoor Sex, Beautiful Females, Dao Companions, Dual Cultivation, Netori, Dragons, Demons, Phoenix, Conflict, War, Overpowered, Genius, Wise, Campus, Teacher, Milf, Alchemy, Sister, Young & Mature, Young Girl, Mature Girl, R18, Smut, Ecchi, Blowjob, Titjob, Kiss, Romance, Fantasy, Gods, Immortals, AntiHero, Villain, Rise, Rise of The, Chaos, Mystery, Polygamy _________________ Daily Mission: 50 Powerstones: 1 Chapters Bonus! 100 Powerstones: More 2 Chapters! 50 Golden Tickets: 2 Chapters Bonus! 100 Golden Tickets: More 5 Chapters! _________________ Remember if the cover on this book is not mine!

In a fractured world teetering on the brink of chaos, the Tree of Eternal Life—a source of unimaginable power—remains sealed away, its roots the only barrier between harmony and ruin. For centuries, the four worlds; Heaven, Hell, Purgatory and The Material world have been kept apart by Yahweh’s decree. Now, whispers of rebellion stir, driven by a force ancient and vengeful. Jeremiah Mason has carried a curse since childhood—a pact forged in blood with Lucifer himself, bound to the demon Eosphoros. Shunned as a devil and haunted by a power he never asked for, Jeremiah’s soul burns with a single desire: to prove he is more than the darkness that clings to him. But in a world where strength is survival, he must decide whether to embrace his curse or forge a path through sheer will, even if it destroys him. Rakael, born of angelic blood, watched her clan slaughtered in a night of fire and death. Consumed by vengeance, she made unholy pacts, choices that stained her wings forever. Now an Exorcist, Rakael fights to atone, carrying a blade forged from her guilt. But with every strike against the forces of hell, the ghosts of her past only draw closer. When a secret sect rises to unite the worlds and unleash the Tree’s power, humanity’s fragile existence is thrust into peril. As Jeremiah and Rakael uncover the truth, they realize the stakes are far greater than they imagined: Lucifer himself plots to use the Tree to exact his ultimate revenge on Yahweh, reclaiming the place he lost in Heaven. With the line between good and evil blurred, Jeremiah and Rakael are forced to confront not only their enemies but their own demons. How far will they go to protect a broken world? And when the time comes to choose, will they save humanity—or damn it? The Cursed Exorcist is a dark fantasy epic of power, vengeance, and redemption, where every choice cuts deeper and the cost of survival may be too high to pay.

Eternal Cleansing Region, somewhere in the Aries Kingdom, midnight “Ohmmm~~~!” The sound of chanting was heard as pebbles jumped, buildings vibrated, and the ground shook. In a huge church, many figures in dark red robes were on their knees surrounding an altar, seemingly praying to a god. There were thousands upon thousands of figures, all chanting the same thing. The gargantuan church had very tall windows, with which housed stained glass. The church was very caliginous, only having the soft light of the moon to illuminate things through those windows. If one gazed up, a mural could be discerned within a cupola. It illustrated a devil lingering above the land, with which figures with red eyes stood; then, a huge sun encroaching upon the territory of that devil, and burning all that was. Afterward, the mural showed a few survivors, on their knees, worshiping what appeared to be a god floating in the air as the surrounding lands burned to ash. The robed figures surrounded an altar upon which stood an imposing golden statue of a muscular man, in nothing but a toga, holding out his hand. In his hand, burned a powerful flame. If one were to observe this statue, they would immediately notice the beautiful orange sapphire the size of one’s hand. This statue was six stories tall, reaching just below the cupola. “Ohmmm~~~!” everything shook once again due to the sheer power of those figures’ unified voices. All of the figures began to glow a soft reddish-orange holy light, reminiscent of the sun. The light began to get brighter, gradually overtaking the gentle light of the moon. On the altar, in the center, directly below the cupola, was another silhouette. This silhouette stood with its hands held out, radiating an even greater light than those below. “Ohmmm~~~!” the statue’s eyes began to shine a similar light. Moments later, the light from the robed figures began to wane, as if the statue was absorbing it. The silhouette below the statue, however, started glowing even brighter. Seconds passed. Seconds turned into minutes, and minutes, into hours. As every second ticked by, robed figures collapsed one after the other, their state unknown. The statue’s eyes were getting brighter as each fell. After seemingly an eternity, the silhouette’s light began to flicker out of existence. Just before it blinked out of the world, the statue’s eyes flared up, and the world seemingly stopped. The silhouette’s eyes began to match those of the statue. Suddenly, a deep, monotone voice escaped from the shadowy figure, “The boy with the Shadow Dragon Bloodline. Find him. Kill him. Wipe his whole lineage from the face of this region!” it boomed throughout the church, escaping through the walls as if they were illusory. People all throughout the region began to look in the direction of the church in response to some profound power. As the figure on the altar was speaking, cracks ,glowing the same color as the statue, began to appear around its body. As soon as the silhouette stopped speaking, it collapsed and the statue’s radiant glow began to fade. “Ohmmm~~~!” echoed out once more.