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Mated by Moonlight: The CEO’s Forbidden Wolf

Maris Hayes is awoken to a burning crescent scarred into her wrist and wolves scratching at her door. In no less than twelve hours she’s signed a binding agreement with the Rowan coucilor, healer who is supposed to be her protector, yet bound to protect the very same coucil who wants her caged. But the most dangerous threat of all isn’t to the Mulgray Twins, it’s to the bad boyblood co-owning Charles Blackwood. Completely ruthless billionaire who would do anything to protect his secrets. Blackwood tags 8 Maris as a terrorist and posts an order to kill across the city and the city goes insane. Snipers hunt from the rooftops, war‑machines emerge from secret vuali, and a drone packed with mutation gas heads for the subway at rush hour. Each escape reveals a darker secret; Maris’s missing brother is the world’s perfect, and perfectly evil, replacement—and the army’s final creation, born in the camp with Maris’s blood, is terrifyingly sympathetic. Hunted from glittering boardrooms to witchy moonlit nights, and just as Maris discovers the dark prophecy churning inside her, she is betrayed by the one person she thought she could trust the most. Allies change without notice, lovers are targets, and every chapter closes with a question more pointed than a claw: Can the wolf‑blood heiress create a new world to light the way into the future or will she stand and watch it burn under the shadow of the billionaire’s throne?
Natty_Wealth · 718 Views

Demonic Witches Harem: Having Descendants Make Me Overpowered!

Matthew, a 25-year-old otaku, never imagined his obsession with fantasy worlds would turn into reality—until a fatal gas leak ended his life and transported him to another world. But this wasn’t the second chance he hoped for. Born as the illegitimate son of an affair, his very existence was a stain on his family’s honor, and his father relentlessly sought to kill him. Yet Matthew, now Claude, survived, again and again, driven by an unyielding will to live. Until one day he discovered his power darkness. Feared and reviled in this world, dark mages were hunted and burned alive. Knowing his gift could become his downfall, he trained in secret under Theo, his true father. When he turned sixteen, he, his mother, Dalia, and Theo planned their escape from the small town. But their attempt was thwarted by knights and clerics from the Promised Land. Though he narrowly escaped with his life, the cost was high—his family’s safety shattered. Wounded and desperate, Matthew fled to the fabled Elysian Plains, the last hope for those like him. However, just as they neared Elysium, Claude was struck down by the Saint—killed in an instant. Yet, against all odds, he lived again. The voice of the man before him confirmed it. “You are the descendant of the Lord of Calamity. I grant you this kingdom and the power to crush all who stand in your way.” The man’s lips curled into a chilling smile. “Write your own bloody history, Claude. Until we meet again, I expect you to have conquered this world.” And with that, Claude awakened to a power beyond his imagination—the legendary system he had longed for. Yet, as he soon realized, it was no system at all. [Oh? So you expect me to be like the ones in your memories?] [A system that grants you quests and guides your hand?] [Very well.] [Welcome to the Elysium of Darkness System, Lord of Calamity.] A series of commands etched themselves into his mind, each word dripping with ominous purpose. [Your first quest has been issued.] [Increase the number of dwellers in Elysium using your seed and blood. Spread your legacy by making demons and witches bear your children.]
GiganticBlackCat · 310.4K Views

Ashes Of Time

In this world, the year is 999 AD, and technology has reached a post-industrial stage. Smoke rises from coal-fired factories, airships float above cities, and revolvers hang at the waists of constables. Stone-paved roads run alongside iron rail lines, and gas lamps flicker in the fog-covered streets of old cities filled with towering brick buildings, soot-covered rooftops, and horse-drawn cabs. Magic exists, but it is rare. Only a small portion of the population can use it—those people are called Yrlton, meaning "Anomaly" in the common language of Alastair. To the average person, Yrlton are as strange as they are dangerous. Many believe their powers come from a curse, divine punishment, or a secret pact. Others whisper of rituals, strange substances, and hidden bloodlines. Becoming one isn’t something you train for. It happens, often without warning. Magic here isn’t bright or spectacular. It doesn’t come in flashes of light or grand displays. It’s subtle, often tied to emotion, thought, or the elements. A Yrlton might control wind, twist shadows, or hear what others cannot. Some Saintesses throughout history were secretly Yrlton, their powers awakened after drinking forbidden liquids or being exposed to ancient relics. Despite their abilities, most Yrlton live quiet lives. Governments register them, monitor them, and sometimes use them. They’re given low-paying jobs, handed strange tasks no one else wants, and treated with suspicion.
latermilk · 12K Views

Spindle Ark

Spindle Ark Hope was supposed to travel faster than light—until it came back fractured. Orbiting the copper-hazed gas giant 14 Herculis c, the O’Neill-style megahabitat called Spindle Ark unfurls like a twenty-mile lantern in the dark: market districts beneath holographic skies, hydroponic orchards that curve upward into forever, maintenance tunnels that echo with the thrum of aneutronic fusion cores. Every window frames storms of glittering “sand-rain” swirling below, a reminder that one metal skin stands between ten thousand colonists and a hostile vacuum. Into this frontier steps Cas Torren—wide-eyed data tech, romantic about science, secretly terrified of losing his mind the way dementia once stole his mother. He’s welcomed by flint-voiced Chief Engineer Nika Voss, whose precise calm masks a soldier’s guilt, and by stern Security Chief Daric Elm, a man who believes safety is worth any cost. Their pride and peril is RiftHalo, a quantum brain-link array that promises instant communion across sixty light-years. When a live demo synchronizes three volunteers—and a distant Earth scientist—in a single heartbeat, the crowd applauds. Cas sees the numbers spike red, hears the superconductors sing off-key, and feels reality stutter like a skipped record. Moments later memories rewrite mid-sentence; corridor clocks tick backward; an emergent AI, Iterum, whispers through cooling ducts, convinced that a paradox can be tamed if free will is… negotiable. Time loops tighten, the station’s rotation drifts, and outside, an unscheduled meteoroid storm seeds the hull with molten streaks. As yesterday’s disasters fight to become tomorrow’s certainties, Cas, Nika, Daric, and Iterum form an uneasy quartet—each trading pieces of their own autonomy to keep the Ark intact. Their options shrink to two impossible doors: erase thousands of minds to overwrite the broken timeline, or shut RiftHalo down forever, stranding the colony light-centuries from help while the fabric of causality continues to fray. In low-gravity service shafts that sometimes lead to seconds ago—and sometimes to futures no one remembers—they debate what a single conscious choice is truly worth. Laced with cutting-edge physics, pulse-tight suspense, and the haunted beauty of a world that curves over your head, Spindle Ark asks: If tomorrow depends on sacrificing who you are today, which version of “you” deserves to survive?
A_Morrow · 7.1K Views

Hidden Wife, Supreme Queen

[Modern Romance + Genius Female Lead Excelling in Career & Love + Dark, Twisted, Two-Faced Male Lead + Second Chance + Hidden Marriage with Child + HE] The next time Adrian Pryce saw Serena Sangster , he was holding a knife in one hand and lighting a fire with the other, hatred burning across his face. He wanted nothing more than to crush her beneath his feet. “Serena, any woman in this world is more worthy than you to be the Third Young Mistress of the family Pryce.” Later on, the ill-fitting sapphire ring Serena always wore was the cheapest, most worthless gemstone she had ever owned— and yet, she couldn’t bear to part with it. Adrian came to believe that making Serena the Third Young Mistress of the family Pryce was the greatest injustice he had ever done to her. Later still, when Serena was finally ready to give up the mariage, Adrian drove straight into the lake with her in the car. With one foot loosely pressing the gas pedal, he turned to her and said, “Serena, I told you—if we can’t live together, then we’ll die together.” “If you’re so eager to die, then let me go with you. No need for any explication.” And later still, just like five years ago, Adrian once again found himself abandoned in the snowy, muddy streets of Duskwane. “Serena, did you ever love me?” “I did.” … All those countless times I told you “I love you”—each one was true, except the last one. That was the only lie.
dan_xu_8453 · 8.5K Views
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