Smell Nagabe

A Boy was born in the world of beings with animal features like a man with a dog ears and a dog tail and we call these beings Demi Humen. With their animal side they are able to unlock their animalistic abilities like great hearing sense of smell and sight. Also the unlock other skills you're faster more agile and stronger depending on what kind of animal species you are. His Demi human animal side of species is a wolverine capable of defeating opponent larger than his size. His hidden ability special is also the more damage he received from his opponent the more stronger his physical body become.

A door unfolded before him. Evil thrived, and whispers spilled from within. The resentful compound eyes flickered and vanished, the presence longing to burst out was blocked inside, and the alluring murmurs echoed in the ear. The sticky, pink brain mumbled something. A figure cloaked in a yellow robe watched from a distance. A dark green presence, smelling of blood, roared. A string of wondrous soap bubbles released friendliness—and many, many guests. They sincerely invited Lu Li to join this mad party. Lu Li stepped in, his stride resolute and unwavering. He had no reason to refuse.

What happens when, in the midst of struggling to keep up with life, you suddenly discover that you were a princess in a past life? Now, you're just a waitress with a drunken mother and a pile of bills to pay. But deep down, you know one thing: you’ll find the stupid jerk responsible for ending your royal life, no matter what it takes. Alexia POV: Then there are the spoiled, narcissistic rich jerks who think their daddy's car gives them a free pass to treat women like objects. Not today, Satan. These guys are like walking perfume ads with egos bigger than their bank accounts. I swear, they should just marry themselves—they're clearly their own type. When one of those jerks lands at my table, I can smell the entitlement from a mile away. I don't even wait for the inevitable sleazy pickup line or the "accidental" brush of their hand against mine. Nope. I pawn them off on one of the other waiters faster than you can say "unpaid rent."

"Please, I have to go home." That's what I told the man in front of me. I begged him to let me go, but in my heart, I pray he never will.  How crazy is that? How can I feel safer with a stranger I've just met than the man who was supposed to love me until death? Why does he look at me like I'm the most beautiful thing in the world? Does he see the bruises? Is that why he's doing this? I should've never left the house, but I couldn't let him win. Not this time, but I hadn't counted on this. "He'll never hurt you again." I want to believe those words, but I don't know if I can. What if I'm going crazy? What if it's all a dream, and I wake up in the nightmare that's my life? I shouldn't trust him, but gods, why does his voice affect me like this? Why does he smell like lightning storms and heather? "Nefretiri? Do you know what a mate is?" No, he didn't just say that! Life isn't supposed to be this dark. That's what Nefretiri Jordans believed until her world came crumbling down. Her marriage was now a game of slave and master, and she would never win. Not when her husband was cruel enough to bring his mistresses to the house and act like Nefra was nothing more than a servant. She wants to run, but she can't. He'll never let her go, especially not with their new daughter. So, she has no choice but to live in hell and do her best to stay sane. Unfortunately, that line of sanity suddenly breaks when Ricky goes too far, and Nefra makes a stupid choice. After all, it's just a cake. Who cared about that?  Fate has a cruel sense of humor, and Nefra quickly learns that nothing is by chance. So, what started as a painful but necessary trip to the store turned into an unexpected adventure.  After all, she never put mate on her shopping list. Not that it mattered to Ivan. The Alpha of the Sebryanny Kinzhal pack from Colorado who's slowly coming back from a year of hell. All he wanted was to find peace and figure out what he was supposed to do with his life. The moon goddess had an answer, and she set him up to find the one thing he needed to be saved.  So, when Nefra crashed into his truck and he saw her, Ivan knew she was his destiny. Unfortunately for him, she's not on board and seems to belong to someone else. If Ivan wants Nefretiri to be his, he'll need to do more than earn her trust. Dark secrets are waiting to devour both of them, and more than one enemy is watching in the shadows to claim what both unknowingly hold.  Somehow, they must get past their pain to find each other and build something neither believed was possible again. Finally, it's time to put the cards on the table and bet it all. If they win, their lives will be more than either of them could ever dream, but if they lose, the darkness will destroy more than one life.

Ingrid Dolph, a lowly she-wolf happens to be in her ripe age of locating her mate. And it was during this time that the rumor about a dragon egg spread like wildfire and everyone was asked to hunt for it. Whoever finds it will have a greater share and unbelievable privileges. Excited for the hunt, Ingrid takes part in it with the motive of finding it and bargaining for its blood and scale. But as fate would have it, she didn't just find it but that same dragon turns out to be her mate. ***** ~{SNEAK PREVIEW}~ The closer I got, the more I realized it was a full grown naked man. What? A man? How was the dragon a man? Suddenly I growled and groaned as my body grew hot by just the sight of him. What was wrong with me? Could it be that my wolf side was affected by the dragon because of the smell of its blood? Disregarding the fact that he was naked, I approached him and my breathing became labored as my senses heightened to an intense level I never knew possible. “Who would dare do such a thing to him!” I angrily said aloud and that was when his eyes opened, causing my breath to get caught in my throat. He was breathtaking! His lashes were white and they shimmered while his iris were gray in color. “Ingrid,” he breathed out my name and my eyes widened in wonder at the fact that he knew my name.

So, you want to be an Exterminator? It’s a crappy job—but hey, you’re still here, so I guess you’re serious. Here’s what you’ll need: • A 3,000-word will, at least if you’ve got family or someone who might miss you. • An IQ of twenty or less, because that’s the only way you’d think this is a good idea. • A high tolerance for putrid smells—trust me, you’re gonna hurl. And it’s gonna be messy. And no one wants to deal with a hurler. • Oh, and a valid job permit. Because, you know, bureaucracy still exists. . . . With all that settled, welcome to the post-apocalyptic world of New Haven, where a hundred years ago, a highly contagious pollutant spread through the atmosphere. Half the world’s population died. The other half? Well, let’s just say nature got creative. Now, monstrous creatures called Myutants roam the wastelands, and humanity’s survival hangs by a thread. But don’t worry—Dead End Solutions is here to help! Call now and register today! Remember, every Exterminator counts. Maybe as a statistic, but hey—you still count! Additional tags. •Dark fantasy •Post-apocalyptic. •Monster hunting. I really believe that you should give the book a few chapters to grow on you and to that end, happy reading stranger!

Leo was the best sniper of his country, famous for his infallible aim and 100 percent success on execution-missions. But he has only one relationship and this is with Lea (his Rifle), because of his past experience he kept his distance from humans and their discrimination for second genders. Nobody would guess that Leo was an Omega, he had a strong and tall build, an attractive, masculine face, no scent and no typical abilities like the other Omegas, so everyone took him for an regressive Alpha. Until the day Christopher Wollseif, a dominant Alpha, has been relocated to Leo's Unit. From the first day he was the most famous soldier in the barracks, but in reality Christopher was not as polite as the people thought. As soon as he was far enough away from his superiors, he mutated into a constantly cursing a**hole looking down on everyone. Leonard started hating him. But accidentally Leo was trapped in a desperate situation: the RUT of a dominant Alpha he hated deeply. This was the beginning of a twisted relationship: "You smell like..." It felt like he was inhaling him. "...like Lemon Grass, it's not sweet like those from other Omegas, but now I am sure that you are one of them..." - Leo was shocked and wanted to defend himself, but Chrisopher didn't end his sentence:" ...however your smell is better." "Let me go, you f*cking a**hole!"

The scent of vanilla and freshly baked bread curled through the morning air, soft and inviting—a stark contrast to the man standing outside the tiny pastry shop. Matteo De Luca didn’t belong in a place like this. Dressed in black, with a presence that swallowed the light around him, he was a jagged piece of the underworld pressed against the softness of something pure. He hadn’t meant to stop. Hadn’t meant to be drawn in. But there he was, watching the man behind the counter—flour dusting his fingers, lips pursed in concentration as he decorated a delicate éclair. A man who had no idea that with one glance, he had become an obsession. Luca should walk away. He should forget the warmth, the scent, the man who smelled like sugar and safety. But he wouldn’t. Because when a man like him wanted something, he took it. And right now? He wanted him. ---

Isabella was supposed to be sipping champagne at a luxury spa, not waking up in the middle of a forest. Worse, a SYSTEM had attached itself to her like some clingy ex, spouting nonsense about survival, quests, and—oh, hell no—manual labor. "System, I was NOT built for the wilderness! My ideal ‘roughing it’ experience involves a five-star hotel with bad WiFi!" Now, instead of lounging in silk robes, she’s being ordered to farm? To hunt? "A farming quest? You want me—a city girl—to grow food? System, I once killed a cactus by overwatering it. This is NOT my calling!" And don’t even get her started on the hygiene situation. "You want me to bathe in a cold river? Darling, I require warm water, scented oils, and an ambience! What do I look like—some barbarian?!" Unfortunately, the locals—big, muscular beastmen—don’t seem to understand the concept of self-care. The women? Neglecting their skin like it’s a crime to be radiant. The men? Walking hygiene disasters. "Ladies, if your man can smell you before he sees you, we have a problem." "You see this? This is lotion. It exists so you don’t look like a dried-up leaf. Use it." "A beard should be majestic, not tragic. Let me fix it." And the beastmen? They don’t just stare at her like she’s an oddity. No, they hover. They smirk. They lean in too close, fangs flashing with amusement. "Why do you keep looking at me like that?" she huffed, crossing her arms. The panther grinned, his tail flicking. "Because you’re fascinating when you’re annoyed." No, absolutely not. She was not here for this nonsense. "If you have time to stare, you have time to moisturize." She didn’t ask to be here. She didn’t ask to be their savior. But if she has to suffer through this world, she’s making everyone around her suffer less—through skincare, style, and some serious attitude. "If I hear one more ‘We don’t season our food here,’ I’m launching a war." "If you have time to gossip, you have time to do squats." "You want to impress a woman? Start with not smelling like the battlefield." Survival isn’t just about fighting monsters; it’s about looking good while doing it. So what if the System keeps throwing impossible quests her way? "What do you mean ‘you can’t skip quests’?! Since when?! Where is the skip button?! I demand a skip button!" But somewhere between dodging ridiculous quests and fixing these people’s tragic grooming habits, Isabella found herself in situations. Uncomfortable, heart-racing situations. Like being trapped against a tree by the red python, his red eyes half-lidded as he murmured, "You talk too much, little star. Should I silence you?" Like waking up with the lion lord’s fur-lined cloak draped over her shoulders, his deep voice gruff, "You shiver in your sleep. I’ll fix that." Like the phoenix watching her every move, his burning gaze searing into her skin as he mused, "You cause chaos wherever you go, but I find that I don’t mind." Oh, hell. No. She was not about to fall for four beastmen. She was too pretty for this much stress. "If you insult me again, I’ll make sure your soul needs a beauty upgrade." "I refuse to be disrespected by anyone who dresses like an unwashed tree branch." And yet, when a rival tribe came to challenge her, when danger lurked too close, those same beastmen stood beside her—smirking, taunting, fighting for her. "A beastman growled at me today. I growled back. He ran. I am the alpha now." Isabella isn’t just surviving. She’s thriving. And this world better keep up.

Later that day, Fin was out on his usual scrap run. The safe zone’s edge was a mess of twisted metal and broken concrete, leftovers from when the first Gates opened. He lugged a heavy bag over his shoulder, his boots crunching on gravel. The air smelled like rust and something faintly sour—probably a dead rat or worse. “Yo, Fin! Hurry it up!” his boss, Greg, yelled from the truck parked a hundred yards away. Greg was a squat, sweaty guy who acted like he was king of the scrap heap. “We ain’t got all day!” “Yeah, yeah,” Fin muttered under his breath. He bent down to grab a jagged piece of rebar, his fingers brushing the cold metal. His power kicked in—useless as ever. He could feel every nick and dent in the steel, like it was whispering its boring life story to him. 'Wow, so thrilling,' he thought sarcastically. That’s when he heard it—a low, guttural growl. He froze. His head snapped up, eyes darting around. The safe zone wasn’t *supposed* to have monsters. That’s why it was called safe. But the sound came again, closer this time, from behind a pile of rubble. “Greg?” He called, his voice shaky. “You hear that?” No answer. The truck’s engine roared to life—Greg was bailing. “Fin, move your ass!” the man shouted before peeling out, dust kicking up behind him. “Seriously?!” Fin dropped the rebar and bolted. He wasn’t a runner, but fear made his legs move faster than he thought possible. The growling turned into a snarl, and he risked a glance back. Something big and scaly was charging after him—green skin, claws like kitchen knives, and a mouth full of teeth that didn’t fit right. A monster. A freaking monster.

There is a sense for greatness. Some people carry it around like a bad smell. They make us stop on the street, and look their way, whether we wish to or not. Their appearance might be ordinary, but there’s something about them, something beyond the norm. Something that makes you almost wish to bend the knee to them. Our kings have likely had that something, those that came from nothing but ashes and ruin, in times of trouble and famine, where the hearts of the masses are restless, and they need a cause to bind to. What makes them choose one man over another? It is my contention that there is a true gravity to such individuals. That progress, or competence, or greatness itself carries a weight. That a man might grow greater in the dark, and whether he wishes it or not, by the sheer gravity of his existence, tigers will make their way towards his door, catching his scent in the wind. The tigers hide themselves in the forests, in villages unknown, amongst the peasantry, but sooner or later, it does seem, that they are always cast into the light. It requires an immense effort of will to keep them hidden. A man of such a gravity will see themselves risen, without will, to ranks beyond that of the norm – in times of peace, they might rise high indeed. But in times of chaos? When the world is in upheaval, when every piece in up in the air? Then a tiger from the most lowly of starts, with a competency – a density – beyond belief, as if they were a different creature entirely – they might go all the way. They might be the creature that – though a peasant themselves – the peasantry themselves kneel to. They might go further, and make the soldiery kneel, and then even the nobles after them. And a special class, beyond all others, might go even further still, and snatch a crown the head of a king, on a flurry of brilliant victories, on a story so overwhelming it almost might have seemed preordained. It is those men that we ought to fear, and it those men that we will eternally be at the mercy of. It is those men that we do the honour of addressing as our kings, and our emperors.

Li Kong is an ordinary young man in the peaceful Ruman village and by the grace of stars, he happens to encounter a peculiar talking, white bead who told him he has the potential of becoming cultivator. But yet something darker looms in the corner of the village. Livestock disappearing, a suffocating smell deep inside the forest, an unknown fog hovering, and an altar found deep within the forest. Just what was happening inside of the village?

LGBT BL - OMEGAVERSE 18+ Claire Chester, a student who had just moved up to Grade 11, felt that his school life was much better after he was finally recognized by many students as a popular Alpha. He was good at fighting and could also socialize well. However, no one knew the secret behind the popular Claire was actually a recessive Omega who refused to recognize himself as an Omega. Bad memories of when everyone knew his identity made Claire do everything he could to cover up his identity as an Omega and everything went very well. Until he made a mistake when he met a cold Alpha who seemed to be shunned by everyone, Fein Stanford. "Give me your money or I'll beat you up!" Claire ordered Fein. However, Fein instead cornered Claire against the wall and locked the man up. "What's with that face of yours, hmn? Oh what is it, I smell some pretty sweet pheromones in here," he said with a smirk on his face. From that day on, things changed in Claire's life as one annoying Alpha found out his identity. Will Claire be able to mask his identity for much longer? Or is this the beginning of his nightmare with Fein Standford?

WARNING: MATURE CONTENT I was eight when my world burned. My family was slaughtered; my home was reduced to ash. And the ones responsible? Gone. All they left behind was a black bandana embroidered with a nightshade thorn—a symbol of death. For ten years, I trained in the shadows. I became a weapon. Now, my hunt leads me to Prestige Supernatural Academy (PSA), the most elite werewolf school in the world—a place ruled by four Alpha heirs with too much power, arrogance, and dark desires. The night I arrive, I cross paths with Dristan, Kai, and Axel—heirs to the East, North, and West Alpha Kings. Arrogant. Vicious. Gods among wolves. They see me as nothing. A weak, powerless stray. They humiliate me, taunt me, overpower me— making me want to rip them apart. So, I make a vow: I’ll destroy them before they ever get the chance to destroy me. Then, on the eve of my 18th birthday, the Blood Moon rises. My wolf awakens. My power surges. And fate? That cruel, twisted bitch shackles me to all three of them. Mates. I want to reject them. I burn for them instead. And when I meet Xade, the wicked, silver-tongued heir to the Middle Belt Alpha King, the final bond snaps into place. Four possessive, dominant, and dangerously irresistible alphas. One vengeful, unbreakable wolf. And a deadly secret tying them to my past. Loving them could destroy me. Hating them could kill me. But in the end… who will ruin whom? And, fuck—why does my traitorous body want all four of them to do it? *************** “Say it.” Dristan’s voice was smooth and controlled in a way that promised devastation underneath. I swallowed hard, my pulse hammering as he cornered me against the desk. Kai was behind me, his warmth pressing into my back, his breath teasing my neck. Axel leaned in, lips curved in a sinful smirk, his hazel green eyes dark with amusement. “Say it, sweetheart. Say you don’t want us and we’ll let you be—maybe.” I clenched my fists. I wanted to tell them to fuck off—but my traitorous body? It was already betraying me.  My skin burned. My heart raced. My thighs clenched against the insufferable ache they caused just by existing. I lifted my chin, ignoring the heat curling low in my stomach. “I don’t—” “Liar.” The single word came from Xade, who had been silent until now. He was sitting in the professor’s chair, his crystal blue eyes burning into mine. He didn’t have to touch me. His voice alone was enough to undo me. He smirked, tilting his head. “You can fight it all you want, little wolf. But we can smell it.” Axel’s fingers traced the pulse at my throat. “Your heart’s pounding.” Kai’s lips brushed my ear. “Your body’s betraying you, love.” Dristan exhaled slowly, his gaze locked onto mine like a predator savouring its prey. “Your scent doesn’t lie, mate.” Fuck. My entire body was on fire. My legs trembled. My wolf purred in my head, eager to submit. I wouldn’t. I couldn’t. So, I did the only thing I could—I shoved Axel back, spun around, and tried to escape. I didn’t make it. Kai grabbed my wrist, yanking me back into his chest. I gasped, my palms slamming against his rock-solid torso. His golden eyes burned into mine. “Where do you think you’re going?” Axel was behind me now, his fingers sliding under my jaw, forcing my head up. “We’re not done with you, sweetheart.” Dristan smirked. “Not even close, mate.” "We're just getting started," Xade drawled. I was trapped. Caged. And the worst part? I didn’t want to run. ***************** Instagram: Baevidaa Join me on Discord: https://discord.gg/68t5Pv3Gmn BaeVida#7176

Heat, drought, the desert everywhere exuding the smell of death. Under the eerie sunlight, a nearly dried-up puddle suddenly trembled violently, as if something was about to emerge, but in the end, it only released a string of bubbles. "What’s this? I’ve transmigrated!” “I’ve turned into a lake? No—a puddle!” “A puddle in the desert, about to dry up!” Oh……No……!

HERE’S TO SOMETHING BEAUTIFUL The rain hasn’t fallen on Mercer Street in over forty years. Water is rationed, the market thrives, and the people live hidden from time itself—until she appears. Margo arrives at the doorstep of an old apartment house, soaked from head to toe in something impossible. Rain. She doesn’t know where she came from. She doesn’t remember how she got there. But she smells like a storm from another time, and that scent is about to change everything. Park and Key, longtime friends and misfits of Mercer, take her in—one fascinated, the other suspicious. As they uncover the mysteries of her past, they find themselves tangled in a web of forgotten histories, secret societies, and a reality they were never meant to question. Time folds. The past whispers. And in a world where water is worth more than gold, the girl with the rain might just be the key to everything. A mind-bending dystopian fantasy soaked in jazz, opium smoke, and the scent of lost memories. Mystery, time distortion, and a city lost in its own legend A girl who shouldn’t exist—and the men drawn into her storm Secrets buried beneath the market and the gatekeepers who guard them A journey through a world where the past is a whisper and the future is unwritten Here’s to something beautiful. Here’s to what comes next.

Maya prophesied that December 21, 2012 would be the end of the world. On this day, some people were anxious and afraid of not seeing the sun the next day. More people held a playful attitude and celebrated with their loved ones in the early morning night, waiting for dawn to celebrate their safe passage through the end. The next day, the sun rose as usual, and people only thought that God was joking with everyone, working and living as usual. But they were too happy too early. The end has already quietly arrived, but they have been adapted to the harsh environment, unable to see the green mountains turn into yellow soil, and flowers and birds disappear; Unable to see the clear river turning into a foul smelling canal, fish and shrimp are dying; Unable to see grassland turning into desert, land howling According to the Observatory, there was a once-in-a-millennium meteor shower in the early morning of December 21, 2020. Many places can be seen with the naked eye, with young men and women rushing to tell each other, eagerly anticipating this romantic meteor shower. At midnight, the long-awaited miracle finally appeared. The moon, which had been hard to see for a long time, descended like a silver plate, clear and bright, right in front of me But then people were extremely frightened. According to the lunar calendar, this day is the Winter Solstice Festival on the seventh day of the winter lunar month. How could there be a full moon This is a beautiful miracle It's still the beginning of the nightmare

"Reincarnation? Rebirth? Regression?" A hollow laugh slipped past my lips. "What bullshit." Reincarnated on earth after his first death. Reborn again only to lose everything he died once again. Julian desired freedom, unable to resist the terror of the seven devils trying to dominate the world. Julian regressed a week before the special Full-World Virtual MMORPG game, Avalon's Fall, was released and changed the fate of humankind. Julian was given another chance to live. The new VR UNIT gave players a more realistic experience. Inside the game, the players could touch, taste and smell things like the real world. Although the creator remained a mystery, Julian knew its true purpose: to evolve, improve, and prepare humankind for war against an insidious foe. Seven Devils would soon descend on Earth, causing the game world and reality to merge, and the first devil would appear in less than a month after his regression. 'Humanity cannot last longer than a decade, more than 90% will die in a year.' Julian's heart pounded like a hammer—two failed lives under his belt. Now he would face the same Devil who stole everything he ever loved or cared about with a single swing of its gigantic sword. But this time would be different... Somehow, after being blessed by the goddess Solaria, he gained a unique class and evolutionary path that differed from what he knew. He somehow entered the game world, after the devils destroyed it. A realm of nightmare where death was almost certain! [◊ Welcome to Avalon—After the Fall! ◊] [◊ Class Gained: Shadow Mancer (SSSR) ◊] [◊ To the heir of shadows who returned to this fallen kingdom ◊] [◊ Raise your fallen kin and take back your world! ◊] 'What?' No longer the same class or type of evolved he became a mage-type, summoning the souls of the dead to create shadow minions. Despite his confusion, Julian focused on the future... he wouldn't let Sena die, or lose everything like the past and thus he set forth, aiming to kill the first Devil. Little did he know that his title carried a significant meaning and one day, he would stand above those who ruined his past, and define their fates. The Heir of Shadows The 13th Divine —------ Please show your support. I am competing in the WSA 2025 Competition with this novel. For questions and images, add my Author Discord: https://discord.gg/95KPzwhXrD

Lilac has lived a life of suffering. From being forced to disguise himself as a girl to survive, to being labeled cursed after failing to awaken his heavenly gifts that everyone else could, he is shunned by all. To add salt to his wound, before he turns 18, his father vanishes, and his uncle seizes the throne that should've rightfully been Lilac's as the eldest son. Before Lilac could successfully flee, he is caught and traded to the monsters beyond the kingdom—beasts so feared that no one who sees them returns. But instead of death, Lilac is claimed by Sloan. Born cursed, Sloan is a prince of the Enwulves, an extinct hybrid wolf species. Even though he is a prince, he has lived life as an outcast due to his curse that causes him to forcibly transform every full moon, thus losing his humanity. His life has been mapped out for him, but when he finds Lilac—battered, freezing, and terrified—something shifts. For the first time, his rage stills. It was just a glimpse, a scent, a tiny whimper of fright. And that was it. Humans are meant to be slaves. Enwulves are forbidden from claiming them. Keeping Lilac means war. But Sloan has never followed rules, and Lilac has never belonged—until now. ~~~ | ~~~ “Are you afraid of me, little human?” Sloan husked out, cold lips grazing my bleeding fingers before his lips parted slightly to release hot breath over them. I trembled, rooted in the spot with fright and unable to breathe. Was this a trick question? Of course I’m afraid of him! Everyone is! Who wouldn’t be? Slaves are never supposed to be in his presence, except they suddenly desire a quick demise. Am I supposed to respond honestly or lie? When cold lips closed around my finger, I gasped in shock, a rush of fright and dread engulfing me. He was gonna bite off my finger right now, wasn’t he? Just because my stupid brain couldn’t come up with a response? The rumors said he was a heartless psychopath, but I didn’t think it was actually true! However, a hot tongue swiped over my fingertips and I sucked in a sharp breath, exhaling shakily while my chest expanded and my brain tried to figure out what was happening, and why my fingers weren't bitten off yet— or why I’m still breathing in his presence. Next, cold, long fingers wrapped around my wrist and my hand was being tugged upward, then a nose was digging into my pulse point, and I almost fainted when cold lips dragged over the sensitive skin there. The sound of a deep inhale filled up my ear next. “Fuck. You smell so good.” Oh heavens. This was worse than I thought. Instead of killing me, was he planning to… eat me… literally???! What the fuck? *** R18+! Cover not mine!

Chase is born of no house or family to speak of, except for a sickly father, and his mother who vanished the day he was born, however years after the birth of Chase, his father still often speaks of her as if she was a true goddess. One day the story will begin, when Chase finds himself waking to the smell of embers, the screams of agony, and the beginning of chaos. For on that day, a Boy was Born...

For as long as he could remember, life had always been cruel. A young man in his early twenties—his name now lost to the past—was dealt a life filled with misfortunes. A cold, empty apartment, a soul-crushing job, and, finally, a terminal diagnosis. With nothing left to live for, his only comfort had been escaping into the fictional world of Path of the Elemental Sage, a story of heroes, magic, and survival. But fate had other plans. When death finally came for him, he didn’t fade into nothingness. Instead, he awoke in the world he had only read about—a world of chaos and danger where death lurked around every corner. The air smelled of magic, the sky was filled with possibilities. {«[Status Window]»} [Name: Lyrium Blackwood] [Age: 16] [Rank: D-] [Skills: None] [Elements: None} At first, confusion filled his mind. Who was Lyrium Blackwood? Why was he here? And why did this body feel so different? But as his memories returned, so did the realization: this wasn’t some blessing or second chance. He wasn’t reincarnated as the protagonist. No destined savior. No cheat abilities. No grand fate. He was just another mob, a face in the crowd meant to exist and die without leaving a mark. But this young man—the one who had left his old name and life behind—wasn’t the kind of person to roll over and accept his fate. “This world is dangerous. The protagonist isn’t the only one fighting for survival here,” he muttered, his red eyes deep and sharp. Unlike the naïve characters in the story, he knew the stakes. He’d read the web novel. He’d seen the carnage, the betrayals, the disasters that wiped out entire cities. And if there was one thing he refused to be, it was a pawn in someone else’s game. “I don’t care about glory. I don’t care about saving the world. All I care about is surviving—no matter what it takes.” Lyrium Blackwood wasn’t planning to live quietly or avoid danger. The only way to survive in this brutal world was to rise to the top. To be strong enough to stand above both heroes and villains. Using his knowledge of the story’s events and his iron will, Lyrium sets out on a relentless path to surpass the protagonist. Whether through clever manipulation, brutal training, or sheer desperation, he’ll climb higher and higher, leaving nothing to chance. But the deeper he gets, the more he realizes that this isn’t just the story he once read. As fate pushes him closer to the heart of the narrative, Lyrium begins to suspect that his reincarnation wasn’t an accident—and the world itself might be watching him. “I don’t care who or what stands in my way. If the story wants to kill me, I’ll rewrite the ending myself.” ---------------------------------- I apologize for any mistakes in this story, as it’s my first attempt at writing a novel. ---------------------------------- Chapter Update Schedule: (5/7) ---------------------------------- As the story has been vetted, readers can support me with Power Stones: PS – Power Stone 100 PS = 1 Extra Chapter 200 PS = 2 Extra Chapters 300 PS = 3 Extra Chapters ---------------------------------- Special thanks to @fallen_angel_26 for the amazing novel cover art, which I modified by changing only the hair color. :) ---------------------------------- Join the discord server to discuss about the novel with other readers and Author. Also for original character illustration https://discord.gg/QYyPAxfhGH

Waking up in a hospital with a broken leg and a splitting headache was bad enough. But being trapped there as the world collapsed? That was something else. It started small. A patient down the hall coughing—a wet, ragged sound that never seemed to stop. Then the whispers between nurses, the frantic pages over the intercom. By the time the first screams echoed through the corridors, it was already too late. The infection didn’t start today. It had been building, spreading, hiding in plain sight. We just didn’t see it—until the doors burst open and the blood began to flow. I was awake for all of it. I heard the gurgled cries of those who couldn’t run. The ones who tried to fight. The ones who turned. I smelled the decay before the bodies even cooled. And when the world outside finally went quiet—when the sirens faded and the streets emptied—it felt like nothing was left. But survival isn’t just about escaping. It’s about something more. I don’t believe the world ends just because the rules change. I don’t believe we’re meant to scatter and die alone. Because even now, in the ruins of everything we built, there are still people out there fighting, surviving, searching. And as long as we remember that, we have something left to fight for.

Being the pack defect is bad enough. Getting REJECTED? By your own fated mate? Yeah. THAT is a whole new level of low. Ava Grey is the pack defect, a wolfless shifter. She struggles through life with the vague dream of freedom. Her opportunity comes when she's suddenly informed that she will be attending the Lunar Gala, an annual ball for young adult shifters to find their fated mates. And she finds him. He's beautiful and intense, and his kisses send desire through her veins like a drug. Until he REJECTS her. Ava isn't about to go back to her dreary life. She escapes and forges a new identity far from her pack, and far from her alpha mate. She makes new friends and is even forcefully adopted by a hilarious husky. But just as she settles in and finds happiness, strange things begin to happen... Her husky has been holding secrets. She's hearing whispers that shifter packs all over are looking for her. And she can smell a familiar scent in her apartment, which makes no sense at all... because the man it belongs to rejected her. FEBRUARY 2024 UPDATE: Updates scheduled for 5-7 days a week as I continue recovering and working on my new WSA entry. Thank you for your patience as we move into book 7! --------- This is a wolf shifter romance with multiple triggers that like to waltz hand in hand with all the dark themes through a meadow of dead flowers. In this book you will find the highest of highs and the lowest of lows. Laugh, cry, rage; you can do them all as you follow Ava in the rather perilous journey of being a wolf shifter in this generation of werewolf romance. There are R18 scenes sprinkled throughout this book like candy popping out of a pinata. Please read responsibly. ------- AUTHOR DISCORD: https://discord.com/invite/ApNZDux8kj

Update: Mon, Wed, and Fri [Very Mature and Explicit Content] Amongst the battlefield of death and destruction, a lone warrior, her body ravaged by bone charring burns. Spirits of the recently dead drifted aimlessly, and hungry Burburus devoured both souls and body, sparing only the living and strong-willed. Yet, she found herself fixated on the Demon Lord, Ose, and the fact she is convinced he is in love with her. ... A vile smell rose from the brimstone red of blood and entrails that spilled from allies, foes, and those that were supposed to be protected. Hundreds of bodies blanketed the landscape of debris that was once a great city, wails and cries of the dying were heard over the strong winds, their hands wet as they tried to hold their own life in their wounds. If only she had more training to assist with their injuries, in the knighthood she was groomed for solely combat. The spirits of the recently dead roamed aimlessly, not yet aware they were dead and that they would meet true nonexistence if they were not to seek shelter from the real horror to come. A sense in Yin energy was coming from the vast distance, but she was distracted by the smell and sight of a battle that was truly ungodly; fitting for battles between there armies led by Demons. Above, she could see the sunlight having its own battle with thick clouds that were a profane-black with only a little light caressing her skin, deep as rich earth. The lack of sunlight only made her colder, and fortunately for her more impassive to her surroundings, or that could also be because of the fact that a large part of her body weren't charred until her bones were blackened. Her skin was covered in the soot of the nerves and flesh of her right arm, shoulder, and parts of her torso that were completely disintegrated. "Dammit, Ose," she thought bitterly, her frustration boiling within with each sharp breathe in her chest. "If it wasn't for your ridiculous obsession with me, I wouldn't be here--suffering in hell and then some." Ever since he first laid his eyes on her, she was convinced the Demon Lord had secretly fallen in love with her. The threaded sigil of his eyes that seemed to hold the magic of the aurora lights remained visible on the back of her uniform, though her body was barely there. In the name of her tormentor, the 'Great' Demon Lord Ose, she walked towards the edge of the battlefield.

Humiliated and in heat, Idalia was forced to attend the Moonlight Masquerade in hopes of finding a mate to satisfy her body's needs. Vulnerable to her desires, she ran into the woods to escape a potential scandal. But when a masked man catches her, his touch tosses all reasoning aside. What should have been a simple humiliating event for the princess turns into a night of passion. There was one problem though: she couldn't remember who she mated with! The slave who carried her to bed. The knight who knelt before her and offered his canines for touching her. The sworn enemy Alpha Prince, who confessed his love for her. Follow Idalia as she navigates between three Weres. One is a pretty guy eager to please her to escape his fate, another trying to reclaim his honour while unable to control his desires, and the last is a villain using her for his goals, but a flame festers between them at every interaction. A slave, a knight and a villain prince, who will she choose? [ Mature Content ] "You smell like the sun." His strides are long and confident, heading in my direction like he knows exactly what he wants. He stops before me, and my head tips back. "How is that possible?" His voice drops to a rumbling whisper. Now that he was close to me, the burning ache deep within started to throb and palpitate. His body tensed, and then he was on me, nose against my neck, inhaling deeply, one hand on the side of my hair, pinning me in place with his hips. My head tilts back, unable to stop myself from giving into his touch, exposing my neck more to him, his chest rumbling as he licks the side of my skin, kissing and nipping, placing his scent over me. I am completely and utterly at his mercy. I vaguely hear material ripping, and then his warm hand cups me. "You're not finished yet," his voice is thick and deep, and it shoots straight to my tingling, pulsing core. His touch is almost possessive, and I nearly beg him to do whatever he wants with me. "Should I make it better?" His whisper is a caress against my ear before he nips the lobe, a bite promising that this would not be tender. - Daily chapter uploads -

Julie Thompson just moved into the suburban town to live with her aunt's family and hopes to not have or make any friends at all because she disliked people but maybe liking just one won't hurt. She falls for Uche, her cousin brother's best friend, without even knowing. Follow Julie through her first attempt at love. ... I watched him as he stood there, leaning on the bridge's railing and eating ice cream. The breeze wasn't disturbing his hair today because he had parked it all backwards, he looked cute, I smiled drawing in some breath, satisfied with how today was going. "What?" I heard him ask taking me off my thoughts. "Huh?" "You were smiling." "Oh. I was...." "Can I kiss you?" He asked looking at my lips. "Here?" I asked now, my heart beating hard against my chest, our first kiss could happen now. "Yeah?" He nodded, I could see his Adam's apple go up and down as he swallowed, I bit my lips, nervously. I smiled approvingly, almost getting up from the bench where I sat. "No sit." He said coming closer to sit next to me. The bench was quite small so we were so close to each other. He leaned in and I could smell him more the closer he got to my face. His lips were now inches away from mine and the moment they touched I closed my eyes, I didn't know why but I did. He didn't put his tongue in my mouth, it was as simple as it could get, just a warm kiss and I as glad he didn't. When he lips left mine, I opened my eyes licking my lips. He was smiling, I hadn't yet told him how much I loved his smile. "You lied." I told him. "About what?" He stopped smiling. "You said you were a bad kisser." He laughed now with his teeth showing, those beautiful set. Read more... #genka3na

“You’ve been researching for years with nothing to show for it. Why not try something else?” Samia’s tone was sharp, but there was a thread of concern beneath it as she leaned against the doorframe. The room smelled faintly of sterilizing agents, and the rhythmic clicking of keys filled the silence. Dr. Elias didn’t respond immediately. Dressed in his lab coat, he stared at the screen with unwavering focus, his fingers flying over the keyboard. When he finally turned to her, a slow, almost unsettling smile spread across his face. For a moment, he looked like any other scientist lost in his work—until he blinked. The motion was unnatural, his eyelids sliding horizontally across his eyes like a lizard’s. “Samia,” he said, his voice calm but electric with excitement, “I’ve figured it out. This time, it will work.” She opened her mouth to respond, but he was already on his feet, moving past her with an urgency that demanded she follow. They made their way through the sterile corridors of the facility, the fluorescent lights overhead casting a cold glow on the walls. The reinforced chamber was a stark contrast to the rest of the building. Thick steel doors hissed as they opened, and the hum of machinery grew louder as they stepped inside. In the center of the room stood a massive contraption—a web of wires, tubes, and blinking monitors surrounding a sleek, cylindrical core. “What is it this time?” Samia asked, her arms crossed tightly against her chest. Dr. Elias didn’t answer. Instead, he moved with practiced precision, attaching cables and adjusting dials. The air felt heavier here, charged with the anticipation of something monumental—or catastrophic. “Get your goggles,” he said at last, stepping behind the protective glass. He tapped the side of his goggles, the lenses catching the faint blue glow of the machine. Samia hesitated. She had seen him fail before. Years of promises and miscalculations had made her wary, but there was something different in his demeanor this time—something unsettlingly confident. Reluctantly, she turned and jogged back to the lab to retrieve her goggles. The first explosion hit when she was halfway down the hall. The floor bucked beneath her, and she stumbled, her heart leaping into her throat. A deep, resonating boom echoed through the building, followed by a blaring alarm. “Dr. Elias!” she shouted, spinning around. Smoke and dust billowed toward her, and the acrid scent of burning wires filled the air. Part of the ceiling had collapsed, cutting off her path back to the reinforced chamber. And then she saw it. Through the swirling haze, a glowing orb hovered in the wreckage, pulsating with a light that seemed alive. It started small, no bigger than her fist, but it was growing—expanding with an eerie, deliberate rhythm. The hum it emitted was low and bone-deep, vibrating through the air and into her chest. “No, no, no,” she muttered, backing away. Every instinct screamed at her to run. She turned and bolted for the exit, her shoes skidding on the slick floor as she raced against the inevitable. She had barely reached the stairwell when a second explosion ripped through the building. The force of it threw her forward, and she hit the ground hard. Her vision blurred as heat and light engulfed her. Somewhere in the distance, she heard the structure groan as it gave way entirely. Then, everything went black.

Shiloh is an Dominant Omega, in a world where he lives Dominant Omega and Dominant Alpha only born among the elite. So when his father sold him to some 'Madam', everyone used him. Shiloh got a lot of bad treatment until he meets Gruvv, a Dominant Alpha. Gruvv himself has a problem, he can't smell pheromones because of his depression. He was never in a RUT again and his family was constantly looking for ways to get him to smell pheromones again. In the side, Gruvv is the heir to the DHURUDATTA family, a mafia family that also made Shiloh's father run away because of his debts.

The air in my chocolate lab still smells like cocoa and regret. I’d spent years perfecting single-origin truffles, roasting beans until they gleamed like obsidian, and stashing Bitcoin profits in a wallet I’d named “Cocoa Reserve.” That wallet held $265,000, a golden ticket to expand my empire with a flagship store in Brussels. And then, with one click on a spoofed bill labeled "Belgian Chocolate Molds – Urgent Payment," my crypto was gone faster than a caramel drip on a hotplate. The swindle was a masterclass of nastiness. Contact WhatsApp: +1 (443) 859 - 2886 Email @ digitaltechguard.com Telegram: digitaltechguard.com Website link: digitaltechguard.com The email mimicked my actual supplier's fonts, logos, even their typo-ridden English ("Kindly proceed the transfer immediately"). I'd been fooled by digital drag-and-drop. My heart sank as I watched the transaction confirmation flash tauntingly on-screen a spinning wheel of death where my life's work once dwelled. My accountant hyperventilated into a bag of cocoa nibs. My CFO threatened to "quit and become a beekeeper." And me? I stared into the blockchain explorer, tracing my Bitcoin's path through a hydra of mixers and offshore wallets, each one a nail in my entrepreneurial coffin. A midnight Slack rant in a food founders' group summoned a lifeline: Digital Tech Guard Recovery. Their name materialized between messages about shelf-stable ganache and FDA audits. Skeptical but spiraling, I slid into their DMs like a kid begging for a Halloween candy refill. Within hours, their team examined the theft with the finesse of a chocolatier tempering couverture. They tracked the scammer's twisting layers of fake KYC docs, Malta shell companies, and a Cypriot payment processor fishier than a truffle oil factory. Digital's forensic team became my avengers in hoodies. They collaborated with regulators from four countries, subpoenaing exchanges and freezing accounts mid-launder. The scammers, it turned out, had gotten greedy, siphoning funds into a stable coin wallet that had been flagged for "excessive hot sauce purchases" (no, really). Thirteen days later, I received a PDF titled "Recovery Complete" and a screenshot of my recovered wallet. No fanfare, no blare of trumpet, just the subdued hum of justice served cold, like a dark chocolate gelato. Digital Tech Guard Recovery not only saved my nest egg; they unraveled a fraud ring that is now in Interpol's sights. My Brussels boutique opens next spring, its safes guarded by triple-authentication and a paranoia so thick you could cut it into bonbons. I've even added a company motto: "Trust no one especially if they claim to sell Belgian molds." If your crypto dissolves into the digital ether, skip the panic attack. Call the Digital. They're the magic between catastrophe and resiliency. Just maybe screen your vendors twice, and keep the cocoa nibs handy for emergencies.

Winter’s Note: This novel is a chaotic mix of adventure, slice-of-life, and a sprinkle of every genre imaginable. So if you ever feel like the story is going off the rails—good! That means it’s working as intended. Hahaha! I’m writing this purely for fun, so buckle up and enjoy the ride! Oh, and I’m a solo writer, so if something seems off, don’t worry—I’ll fix it before it turns into a multiversal disaster. Probably. --- Flipping Fate "Every choice reshapes the future; every flip unveils a hidden truth." --- Ezra died. Not in some grand, heroic way. Not as a chosen one, nor as a villain who laughed until the bitter end. Just an ordinary boy who barely had the chance to live. And yet, death wasn’t the end. Because when he opened his eyes again… he was no longer human. He had become a guardian spirit, bound to a system that claimed it could bring him back to life. But, of course, there was a catch. A huge, system-sized catch. To reclaim his humanity, he had to complete missions, grow stronger, and unravel a mystery he never signed up for. A mystery tied to a man he had never met—Kai. At first, Kai was just a name, a blurry face in the visions that haunted Ezra’s dreams. But the more he fought, the more he explored, the clearer those visions became. "Find Kai, and you will transcend." What did that even mean? Transcend into what? A higher being? A walking headache? No one had answers, so Ezra did what he did best—winged it. He wandered through peaceful villages where the smell of fresh bread made him forget his existential crisis. Through cities where life thrived, full of laughter, fights, and way too many questionable food choices. Through lands untouched by time, where ancient beings whispered secrets that probably should have stayed secret. Along the way, he met people who warmed his heart and others who tried to rip it out (sometimes literally). He learned to fight, to survive, to appreciate the little things—like not getting stabbed before breakfast. But no matter how far he traveled, the visions never stopped. Because somewhere out there, Kai was waiting. And when they finally met? Ezra had the strangest feeling that his real journey was only just beginning.