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Raising My Trash Ability into a Broken SSS+ Rank Skill

Every hero starts with power. He started with dust. One moment, the classroom buzzed with teenage chatter. The next, silence fell. Students blinked—and opened their eyes in an ancient hall carved from gold and marble. The air shimmered with divine magic. And at its center stood a goddess—flawless, proud, unbelievably beautiful and wrapped in flowing white. It was a divine summoning performed by a divine goddess. Among them was Vritra… and his stunningly beautiful mother. While others received blessings, powerful physiques and grand titles, Vritra was given a skill so pathetic it made even the goddess wrinkle her nose. An ability—so pitifully weak that it drew laughter, scorn, and even disgust. But that wasn't the worst part. Betrayed and cornered inside the labyrinth, Vritra had two choices: die… or fall into the death trap. A death canopy with no exit and no chance of survival, the only option was to slaughter the demons endlessly for months. Finally!! He forced his dormant skill to awaken, after killing thousands and hundreds of thousands demons and devouring them, becoming a broken ability. A dragon? A demon? What am I exactly? ****** White robes. Cold arrogance A sinful revenge. White robes can stain. And in the dark, even divinity can moan. And then there was his mo— guilt in her breath, shame in her eyes, whispering apologies between gasps in her son's ear, doing what had to be done… for both their sakes, giving birth to a morally wrong relation. ________________ Absolutely no NTR, none at all!!! Discord: https://discord.gg/5Bp6Pb9UzN Extra chapters based on response I receive, that's all for now, peace out!!
Jin_moon · 1.2M Views

The Alpha's Unlikely Beast Mate

She stripped out of the soft ivory linen robe clinging tightly on her attractive curves. It had accented her large breasts in an appealing way, leaving a great part of her cleavage peeking and almost popping out. Her firm and erect tits bounced out, mould lips glistening with wet arousal. An ember of lust sparked in her loins as she imagined him pounding into her with his engorged and throbbing manhood. And as she spied the king-sized bed, she knew that in a matter of minutes she would be on it and be fucked by him, introduced into a world of uninhibited sexual acts and uncontrolled lust. "Isn't this what you wanted like all the other Alphas?" She asked, her voice barely holding together, trembling with pain and contempt. But Alpha Denzel had never touched a woman despite the harem he kept from his conquests. And so he stood frozen as he beheld the figure before him, eyes dark and unreadable. Seconds stretched, then without a word, he stepped forward to pick up her discarded robe. Gently, like she was something fragile, he wrapped it around her. Covered her, then turned his back and walked away. The door closed behind him with a quiet finality that thundered in her ears. Danika blinked. An awkward strangled cackle tore from her throat. Her body folded as if laughing could mask the slow collapse happening inside her. Shame flooded her before the humiliation crashed,sharp and sudden. Had he found her lacking? Was her worth so small he didn’t even want what every other Alpha would have torn through blood to claim? Her fists clenched around the robe he had wrapped around her. The same robe that now felt like a reminder. A brand of his rejection. And yet… somewhere beneath the storm inside her, a colder question whispered: Why didn't he want her? *** Rejected. Unclaimed. Unwanted. Danika spent her life cast aside by her pack, her father and by fate itself. A wolfless omega who was never meant to matter. She had always sought solace, looking for a place or mate whom she would belong to. But after being branded the living disgrace of a deposed Alpha, she gave up on hope long ago. Months after escaping her triplet Alpha mates, she's chosen for the Bloodmoon Hunt—a brutal tradition that seals her fate with Alpha Denzel, the cursed and cold-blooded ruler feared across all packs. A man she hated and whose pack she had a vendetta against. He is the beast no one dares to love or tame. The same enigma her father made him into. But Danika? She has a beast of her own. And she vows to either tame —or destroy him. Whichever comes first.
RidaHari · 18.7K Views

hanaa

Every hero starts with power. He started with dust. One moment, the classroom buzzed with teenage chatter. The next, silence fell. Students blinked—and opened their eyes in an ancient hall carved from gold and marble. The air shimmered with divine magic. And at its center stood a goddess—flawless, proud, unbelievably beautiful and wrapped in flowing white. It was a divine summoning performed by a divine goddess. Among them was Vritra… and his stunningly beautiful mother. While others received blessings, powerful and grand titles, Vritra was given a skill so pathetic it made even the goddess wrinkle her nose. An ability—so pitifully weak that it drew laughter, scorn, and even disgust. But that wasn't the worst part. Betrayed and cornered inside the labyrinth, Vritra had two choices: die… or fall into the death trap. A death canopy with no exit and no chance of survival, the only option was to slaughter the demons endlessly for months. Finally!! His dormant skill awakened, after killing thousands; becoming a broken ability. White robes. Pale skin. Cold arrogance A sinful revenge. White robes can stain. And in the dark, even divinity can moan. And then there was his mo*—guilt in her breath, shame in her eyes, whispering apologies between gasps in his ear, doing what had to be done… for both their sakes. “Forgive me… this is the only way to survive.” ________________ Absolutely no NTR, none at all!!! Extra chapters based on response I receive, that's all for now, peace out!!
Warriorthree · 2.8K Views

Necromancer Academy's Genius Summoner

Notice: [1 Powerstone = 1 Chapter] - You can contribute by giving powerstone. - After the ‘100-Year War’ between the Necromancers and Priests, an all-time genius who’ll shake the power structure was born. “Am I a rare case or something? Do I have talent?” A potential beyond all imagination. He obtained his father’s undead army and entered the great Necromancer school of Kizen that divided the continent. Geniuses are geniuses, even when gathered among the elites. The research community was flipped on its head by the appearance of a new case. Professors wouldn’t leave him be alone, wanting to make him study directly under them. Officials from all over the kingdom and heads of organizations fidgeted over whether to scout him. “Professor! When can I make a Lich?” “Gimme a break. How talented are you? You’re crossing the line, honestly.” A genius among geniuses had appeared. ================== “Simon.” “Hm?” Lethe’s golden eyes met his. “Are we enemies?” Simon closed his eyes. “Do enemies heal each other?” “I’m serious,” she muttered. “One day, I’ll be a saint. You, a corps commander. Then... we’ll have to kill each other. Or lose someone important.” She looked away. “That’s fate. So—” “It’s not fate. Just your thoughts,” Simon interrupted with a small smile. “Even as adults, we can still meet, laugh, treat wounds. I believe that future exists.” His voice grew firm. “Let’s focus on now—and do everything we can to prevent that future.” Lethe was quiet, then stood with a soft smile, removing her robe. “I’ll fight. You take care of the rest.” Simon rose. “Leave it to me.” [Fantasy Novel by SALVO. Released by Mr. Thousand]
MrThousand · 487.5K Views

CHRONICLES BEYOND THE STARS

' It is said that, beyond our sky, there are countless of stars, and each star holds a world of it's own, with powerful abilities beyond one's imagination. And that as long as you reach your hand upward with determination, a celestial body might heed your call and come towards you.. ' ' What if you received memories of the future you? What would you do? Would you believe in them and try changing your life? Would you just think of them as a passing dream ?...' Somewhere in the void... A tall and muscular man with long platinum blond hair in a black robe stood in the void of space. He was looking before him, where a grand scene was taking place. Countless galaxies and nebulas were moving in specific trajectories as if they were following an order. " I did what I thought was right to do. I do not lament nor do I regret, for it is an emotion of the weak. If I had to choose again, I'd still do the same, that is my conviction. That's what makes #### who he is now. " He turned his head towards another figure that was standing not too far behind him and asked with an deadpan face. " What about you? ####, What would you have done if you received what I've received, would you have the courage and firmness to accept this gift ? " But he didn't let the questioned respond as he smiled and lifted his left hand, holding a golden longsword that was slightly vibrating and pointed it towards the questioned one before finally ending the conversation. " The weak will always be weak as long as they don't have the will and courage to challenge those who are stronger than them." After gently saying those words, the man slashed horizontally with his golden sword, * SHWINGGG!!!!* unleashing a bright golden light that went straight to his opponent at an amazing speed and at the same time- *Shuuu!!* His figure flickered forward, following closely behind his attack... In the vast void of space, Two figures could be seen moving closely together then separating from time to time. ---------------------------------------------- Hello! Author here! just to say that the book is still in development, or to say uhmm everything is still in development, please do bear patience with this author! I just posted the uploaded the cover and the synopsis because of my own impatience sigh... the cover doesn't belong to me, just found it in Pinterest. that's all for now!
Loose_Reader · 9.3K Views
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