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He was their firstborn — and their biggest mistake. Jedidiah gave them everything: loyalty, silence, love. But when his parents’ marriage collapsed, so did his place in the world. His mother ran into the arms of his father's best friend. His father found comfort in a wealthy widow with a bitter heart and two cruel children. Suddenly, Jedidiah was nothing — pushed aside, bullied at school, mocked at home, and eventually thrown into the streets like trash. But ashes don’t stay buried forever. Years later, the family that broke him is falling apart. The company is bleeding. The lies are surfacing. And the only one who can save them... is the son they left behind. But Ethan didn’t come back for forgiveness. He came back for power. For truth. For himself. Ashes of Blood and Betrayal is a jaw-dropping family drama about pain, survival, and the silent strength of the forgotten. This is not just a story of revenge — it’s a story of rebirth.

“When the Hollowed came, they didn’t just kill us. They erased us.” In a forgotten corner of the world, a massacre leaves young Kael Ardyn as the sole survivor of his village. The attackers were not beasts, but something worse—Hollowed, cursed remnants of the dead that devour memories instead of flesh. No graves were left. No names remembered. But one soul refused to fade. His younger sister, Lyra, now lingers inside a cursed blade—her voice echoing in Kael’s mind, growing colder with every swing. Taken in by a hidden order called the Veilwardens, Kael learns to wield Soulcraft, a forbidden art that binds the dead into living weapons. Each battle chips away at what remains of Lyra’s spirit… and Kael’s humanity. As Kael delves deeper into the Order’s secrets, he uncovers a horrifying truth: the Hollowed weren’t born from chaos… They were created. To destroy the monsters and the system that made them, Kael must become something far worse. This is not a story of heroes. It’s the blood-soaked requiem of the forsaken.

In the mortal world of Ireas, only those born with divine gifts can cultivate into immortals. But Sophie, an ordinary girl with no powers, is barely surviving. Her parents sold their souls to demonic cultivators to save her, but failed to repay their debt. Now, the demons have come to collect... from her. Alone, powerless, and hunted, Sophie’s fate seems sealed, until Axeden, the mysterious and cold God of Fire, descends from the heavens. His claim? She is his fiancée. His mission? A secret even the gods dare not speak. As a forgotten curse begins to awaken and hidden memories stir within her, Sophie finds herself trapped in a divine web of lies, love, and fate. He came to betray her… But will he end up breaking the heavens to protect her?

Blood is all there is. Vita is all that gives. After the suicide of the High Monarch, the Senvia Empire is thrown into chaos. Denegis Blanc, Second Son of Blood Denegis, finds his peaceful life thrown into chaos. With peace gone, what will he do? In a world where power is inherited through veins and destiny is written in vitas, what remains when the old order dies?

“Every year, a girl is taken. This time, Elira volunteered—only she didn’t.” In a remote village where vampire lords demand a tithe of blood, sixteen-year-old Elira is sacrificed to protect her younger sister. But when she arrives at the ancient and cursed estate of Lord Calvorn, she discovers the blood tithe is not just a cruel tradition—it’s a trap wrapped in secrets, power, and prophecy. Haunted by forbidden dreams, stalked by a northern vampire who speaks in riddles, and marked by a power she doesn’t yet understand, Elira begins to unravel a legacy buried by centuries of silence. The estate pulses with ancient magic. The mirrors whisper her name. And the master of the house watches her too closely… as though he remembers something she has yet to recall. In a house of monsters, what if the real danger is the blood in her own veins? Fans of slow-burn romantic tension, gothic intrigue, and dark court politics will fall into the shadows with Elira—where nothing is as it seems, and every drop of blood tells a story.

In a world where purity of blood defines worth, and the highborn cultivate power under Heaven's decree, those born of "tainted blood" are condemned to servitude, silence, or slaughter. But from the filth and ash of this cruel order, a boy rises — not with prayers, nor with vengeance… but with perfect, calculated coldness. Mo Tianyin, born without privilege, without hope, carries no delusions of justice. What he seeks is not rebellion… but replacement. His mind is sharper than steel, his heart colder than the grave, and every step he takes is a move against a thousand-year tyranny. He will lie, sacrifice, and slaughter — not for glory, not for love — but to build a world where the sky itself can bleed. He is the shadow beneath Heaven. And shadows do not kneel.

Stories of Dracula, the crimson king. Something different from what have been told. The dream returned again, thick with fog and the stench of old blood. Elara stood barefoot on blackened soil, surrounded by whispering shadows. A voice echoed through the mist — ancient, intimate. “Izolda…” She didn’t recognize the name, yet it struck something buried deep, like a cracked bell in her bones. She woke before dawn, heart pounding. Behind her ear, blood trickled from a place no wound should be. She dabbed it with trembling fingers and stared at the smear of red. It was the third time this month. At first, she told herself it was stress. Nerves. Imagination. But when three monks arrived that morning cloaked in silence and dusk-colored robes, her doubts unraveled. “You’ve heard the Call,” the eldest said. “The Seal weakens.” They knew her name. They spoke of an order older than kings. And of a man — a monster — bound beneath soil and stone. Dracula. Elara’s blood remembered things her mind could not. And now, the past clawed its way forward — not as memory, but as prophecy.

Long gone was the age of the gods… Long gone are those tales that lived through time and defied fate itself… Olympus has fallen, and the pantheon crumbled, like a temple with no pillars or a home that no longer served its purpose. The last ballad has been sung, and glory withered like a dying flower on the incoming winter. Fire, ash, and blood reigned supreme when the secret was revealed. The vulture and the owl—two opposites, the different sides of the same coin, rivals who defied the common status quo of “once an enemy, will always be enemies.” But what if love all of a sudden came at them? Piercing through their souls that even the goddess of love’s prowess could never fathom such a circumstance. The war and wisdom—the deities who were deemed too similar yet too different at the same time. What if those stories about them were nothing more than figments of a mortal’s imagination? What if the character was no more—the loathing gone, and what remained was an unexpected understanding towards each other? Ares and Athena—what if something sparked between them and defied the order of Olympus?

The Draken Continent is a land of riches, magic, and war. But for a nameless slave who once lived a peaceful life, it's a land that stole everything from him—his family, his home, and his dignity. Once the son of a humble schoolteacher, he watched his parents executed in the public square for a crime they didn't commit. At sixteen, he was sold like cattle and trained to kill for nobles who saw him as nothing more than a disposable weapon. Now, bleeding out on the battlefield, he laughs at the irony of it all. The world only respects one thing—Strength. As death wraps around him, a mysterious voice offers him a choice. One question: "Do you desire strength?" This is the story of a broken boy who rises from blood and ashes to challenge fate itself. In a world ruled by power, he will carve a name that even the gods will remember. Pain built him. War forged him. Now, strength will define him.

In this world where monsters roam-They were not born of nature, nor were they created by God. There is only one thing that is certain: The origin of every nightmare... was humanity. Jealousy. Desire. Arrogance. From these emotions, darkness took form, and monsters were born. But who truly created them? And why? This story does not begin with an answer-It begins with a single question. Guided by that question, Five strangers from different parts of the world set foot in Japan. They do not yet know. That nightmares beyond imagination await them there. And now, the curtain rises. A story of a silent hell-Where common sense and hope will be shattered.

YOU EVER DELIVER PANEER TIKKA AND WAKE UP AS A F*CKING COSMIC TIME BOMB? Ashvael Raut was a nobody—just another poor bastard dodging potholes and police on Mumbai’s streets, delivering food and barely scraping by. His only goals? Feed his sister. Stay invisible. Die old. But fate had other plans—and it bit him in the f*cking neck. One wrong turn down a jungle highway, and Ash found a bleeding man lying in the middle of the road. No ID. No heartbeat. Just a stare that split reality in half… and teeth sharp enough to tear destiny apart. Since then? Sh*t’s broken. • The city glitches like a bad signal. • Dead languages pour from his mouth like venom. • Shadows whisper names even gods forgot. • And worst of all—Ash sees through the skin of the world… and it sees him back. What crawled inside him that night wasn’t human. It was ancient. It was hungry. And now it’s waking up. Secret cults want to gut him open and drink what’s inside. Government freakshows want to turn him into a weapon. And somewhere deep beneath the city—something older than gods is calling him by name. Ash didn’t ask for this. But if the world wants a monster? Then it’s time they f*cking met one. #MumbaiIsWatching #UrbanMythCore #YouAreTheCurse #GodsBleedToo #DeliveryBoyFromHell Side Effects May Include: Sudden memory loss, prophetic nightmares, spontaneous teleportation, and an uncontrollable urge to burn everything that breathes. Read at your own f*cking risk. "Some inherit thrones. Others inherit extinction." THERE WILL BE NO CHAPTER ON SUNDAY'S

In a city of Aztlan, a priest named Cuathli is guided by a vision to the steps of the temple of Xochipilli. There, he finds Tlacotzin—a poor street musician barely surviving by playing his flute in the city market. The priest takes the young man into the temple, where Tlacotzin discovers a new life within its sacred walls. But destiny approaches—one they may not be prepared for. New chapter every Thursday at 6:00 PM CEST. There are 4 chapters ahead on my Patreon. I invite you to my X https://x.com/MSM44autor

London, 1820 A kingdom shrouded in darkness. A bloodline cursed by power. A legacy of silver and shadows. Centuries ago, a king's insatiable thirst for power turned him into a monster—a vampire. His dark transformation left a curse upon his descendants: the Silver Blood, a gift and a torment. Silver Blood turns any weapon they wield into a force capable of slaying vampires—and according to ancient legend, holds the power to restore vampires to humanity. But no one knows if this power is salvation… or damnation. Maverick Crus Beecham, or Marx, is no stranger to the shadows. As the most skilled of the kingdom’s Special Soldier Night Guards, Marx has dedicated his life to protecting the realm. Yet when his stern uncle, Lawrence Beecham, unexpectedly sends him away for three months to inherit his title as Earl, Marx’s world takes an unforeseen turn. Enter Cherie, a mysterious and charismatic nobleman who exudes charm as easily as breathing. Their fateful meeting throws Marx into a whirlwind of intrigue, danger, and unspoken secrets. Despite their clashing personalities—Marx’s stoic discipline against Cherie’s playful magnetism—they are drawn together by a shared purpose, an enigmatic mission, and Cherie’s declaration of a "date" that feels more like destiny. “We should go through all of the ups and down, for better, for worse, until we are part by death” A tale of cursed bloodlines, enduring secrets, and unexpected romance, Sovereign of Silver Blood is a gothic adventure romance.

You are the sin I must erase. But first, I must understand." In a world where magic is bound within stones, people like Anna are an anomaly. Their power flows through their veins without a medium. An ancient blood gift, its origins forgotten even by those who bear it. The Inquisition calls it heresy. Officer Kiron is an executioner, tasked with purging the world of this corruption. When Anna returns to the city after her parents' death, their meeting is inevitable. Kiron is her best friend’s fiancé. He is calm and methodical. He breaks people like her into splinters. But after an explosion, when Anna saves his life using forbidden magic, an invisible bond forms between them. The one that should never have existed. Now, he hunts her not just as an inquisitor. There is hunger in his eyes, a craving for what the Inquisition has ordered him to hate. In her chest there is fear of a man whose fingers know how to snap the ribs of heretics. How can she protect herself from the Inquisition’s claws and avoid becoming a pawn in the games of power-hungry players when she’s just a piece on the board?

The King of Kingston , father of storms and steel is dying. The word rides salt winds and whisper smoke: his crown, his gold, his fleet of black-sailed ships, all free for the bold enough to claim them. he sends a message to his Four sons, four heirs, scattered by blood feuds and grudges older than their scars. Levi, who bends kingdoms like storms bend trees. Benjamin, who turned gutter thieves into silk-draped nobles. Esau, the ghost prince exiled to the sea’s edge. Aziz, rebel blade, the bastard who vowed never to bow. But blood means nothing when the throne promises everything. Two brothers already weigh blades in the dark, each willing to kill the rest to be crowned alone. Beyond the royal veins, worse shadows gather the warlords he once bribed and chained now circle Kingston’s dying heart, hungry to carve up his kingdom before his bones are cold. Power is Arcane-born, faith-forged and mercy is the first to drown. In the end, only one lion roars loud enough to rule.

Izabella and her family are on the run from her psychopath father. the police can't keep them safe and it's only a matter of time before he finds them. Jumping from school to school Izabella feels like she is running on borrowed time. On top of all that she seems to be juggling the unwanted attention of the school hottie. unfortunately for him, Izabella must go on the run once again to get away and along the way meets a mysterious man that she can't get out of her head. will Izabella be able to overcome all the obstacles destiny is throwing her way in order to find her true love and happiness or will she lose everything she holds dear.

In Ravelyn, power is not learned—it’s unleashed. Every soul carries the mark of the beast. When emotions break loose, so does the flesh. Men grow claws in rage. Women sprout wings in despair. Magic is a memory; all that’s left is the ruin of instinct and the monsters it births. Ivar was born different. While others lose control to transform, he becomes something else entirely—more composed, more focused, more dangerous. His calm is a trigger, not a leash. Cast out from the orphanage for being too unpredictable in his stillness, Ivar is left to fend for himself in a town that devours its broken. But something—someone—is watching him from the cliffs. She speaks little, and when she does, her words feel like puzzles. Wild, sharp-eyed, and living where no one dares go, the girl offers no comfort—only questions. And Ivar, for the first time, begins to wonder if being a beast is the only path in this world… or if there’s something worse. As Ravelyn’s wounds fester and strange powers begin to stir again, Ivar finds himself at the center of a quiet storm—one that might tear the world open.

This World is a cruel place. Betrayed by friends and loved ones. Bring. nothing but a weak pal, Helium dies but on rebirth becomes something deadly. A NECROMANCER OF BLOOD Now he is on his way to become a god but an incident draws his attention. He has to find and investigates the. culprits. There is lots of mysteries, read and work with our protagonist. 30 powerstones and two bonus chapters.

In the shadow of a cursed rose estate, Seraphina Veyne flees the ashes of her burning village, her heart shattered by the loss of her family and the haunting echo of her mother’s final words: “You are moonblooded.” Stumbling into the arms of Elias, a brooding vampire lord with crimson eyes and a guarded soul, she discovers a power within her blood that bends the lunar tides—a power that marks her as both savior and prey. As the roses around her weep crimson tears, a rugged werewolf alpha, Kael, emerges from the night, claiming her as the key to his pack’s survival, igniting a forbidden love triangle that threatens to consume her.Torn between Elias’s possessive promises of eternity and Kael’s fierce devotion, Seraphina awakens to her moonblooded heritage, a rare lineage coveted by warring vampire and werewolf clans. Guided by visions of her past and the pulsing magic of a silver locket, she trains to harness her lunar gifts, only to uncover a chilling truth: an ancient moonblooded elder has orchestrated the chaos, manipulating her destiny for a dark ascension. As betrayal cuts deeper than any claw, Seraphina must navigate a treacherous truce, confront the ghosts of her guilt, and unleash a storm of power that could unite—or destroy—her fractured world.In a climactic battle beneath a blood-red moon, Seraphina’s sacrifice shatters the elder’s reign, but at a devastating cost that binds her power to a sinister legacy. Rejecting the men who claim her heart, she rises as a lone force of hope, only to face a new shadow lurking in the roses—a threat that promises to unravel everything. Will the blood of the moonlit rose bloom into salvation, or drown her in eternal night

He ruled the night-cold, immortal, untouchable. She was the only light he ever loved. And the one he destroyed. Centuries ago, Lucien Moretti, vampire mafia king and heir to the Blood Court, chose power over love. He sacrificed her in a dark ritual meant to break an ancient curse-But instead, it bound their souls for eternity. Now, she walks the world again. Mortal. Reincarnated. Unaware. Living a quiet life behind sketchbooks and solitude-until one storm slick night outside a jazz bar, a stranger speaks her name before she ever gives it. Lucien is a man carved from shadows. Dark. Mysterious. Dangerous. And he looks at her like she's the last thing keeping him alive. She doesn't remember him. But he remembers everything. Until a single touch from a stranger awakens visions she can't explain. The past roars back: A crown set in flames. A wedding soaked in blood. A love that ended in betrayal... and fire. Every touch brings back fragments of a life she never lived. Every kiss resurrects a love that once killed them both. He's vowed to protect her this time, even if it means betraying his bloodline She's vowed to destroy him-without knowing why. But fate never forgets. And neither does vengeance. Because she wasn't just anyone. She was a queen once. And someone is determined to bury her again.

Hera goddess of marriage is witnesses her Husband cheat on her, after eons of asking him and bagging him to stop, she decides she's had enough this opens her eyes to the actions of the gods, then decides to rebel. Please leave reviews. powerstones so I can get engagement and improve my writing so this story can become it's best version.

“They didn’t just destroy my family… they tried to erase our name from the world itself. But blood remembers. And so will they.” Left for dead in the desolate wastes known as the Dusk Barrens, Aeron Draxel, the last surviving heir of a fallen noble bloodline, awakens inside a long-forgotten ruin. There, hidden beneath stone and silence, he discovers a sealed Spatial Kingdom, filled with ancient knowledge and the cultivation legacies of a forgotten God-tier expert. In a world where strength defines destiny, and betrayal flows deeper than loyalty, Aeron begins his journey from zero cultivation to building a mighty empire, crushing sects, outsmarting kingdoms, and awakening powers no one dared to touch. His goal is not just revenge. He will reshape the world that cast him aside. He will raise a kingdom from ash, forge legions from loyalty, and rise beyond the heavens—all with nothing but his broken body, a forbidden legacy, and a mind sharpened by hatred. Let the world learn: The strongest cultivator isn’t always born… sometimes, he’s made in blood.

The Demon Lord Mo Xuecheng killed 5 Sect Leaders, 13 Elders and all of the White Phoenix Sect before establishing the Killing Immortals Sect, a powerful sect of demons that terrorised the world. Until his defeat in the combined efforts of Song Yehai, the Moon Dragon Grandmaster from the Sea Dragon Sect and Wu Xingyu, the Snow Phoenix Grandmaster and the sole survivor of the White Phoenix Sect. The Dragon, said to wholeheartedly dedicate his life to the eradication of demons. And the Phoenix, hellbent on avenging his fallen sect. But no matter what is said, only they can bring down the feared Demon Lord once and for all.

You live in a world where most has some kind of power related to a mythical creature. even less have multiple or all the creature posseses.One of these few is damian your husband, a very powerful mafia leader

WPC: MYTHOLOGY ENTRY Synopsis: Revisit the peak of the Olympian lore.... An eighty year old scholar who has been a fan of Greek mythology since childhood finds himself reborn as the titular ruler of the underworld, the death god Hades after a tragic death. But the gods of Olympus are very much different from what the stories say. He will have to navigate through his new life as a god and prevent a coming calamity... All while not getting caught... How does it feel to be a god in Olympus? A tale into the heart of myths. NEW UPDATE: 1 MAGIC CASTLE = 5 CHAPTERS MASS RELEASE

A thousand years after the gods betrayed and fled this world, divine blood is forbidden to humans... But when an unknown young man appears bearing a divine seal in his veins, the Seven Kingdoms begin to fall one by one. Between an ancient prophecy, a throne fit only for a murderer, and a witch haunted by the voices of the dead, will Darien be the savior of humanity? Or will he lead them to their second doom?