Velvet Spins

Haruma awakens in a world that isn’t his. The sky is wide, the moon is shattered, and his hands are stained with blood that is not his own. He remembers nothing — not how he arrived there, not who he used to be, only the pressure of a strange world crushing him. Magic pulses throughout the land with the cadence of a living being, warping the fabric of reality itself. Imperiums wax and wane in the hands of warlords who twist the covenants of reality. Cults speak of a goddess who spins the destiny of all things. And in the darkness, something much older awakens — a force that is not supposed to exist but lies in wait for him to recall. Haruma never wanted power. He never wanted war. But when the stars themselves bow before the commands of the strong, in pursuit of survival, strength means nothing—it means everything to resist. And whatever he decides to do or not to do, something awaits him on the other side of the Veil. And has been a long time coming

When I (Cas, formerly of Earth) transmigrated into this hellscape, I expected magic kung fu and cool sword fights. Instead, I got: Dimensional rifts vomiting out soul-eating squirrels and glaciers that scream. A cultivation system that ranked me “Worse Than Trash Tier.” (Thanks, anonymous ancestor!) The Otherworldly Tourist System, a deranged travel agency that rewards me for “sightseeing” in eldritch hellscapes. (“Take a selfie with that sleeping Lava Worm! 500 TP!”) My vacation package includes: ✔️ Tourist Points to buy god-tier gear (Divine Sunscreen: “Don’t melt, Host!”). ✔️ Gacha spins. (Got a new technique! And a lot of trauma!) ✔️ Sarcastic commentary as I outrun cosmic horrors. (“Host’s survival rate: 2%. Upsell suggestion: Premium Burial Plot™?”) Turns out, Earth’s monsters are just the previews. The System’s hiding cosmic wars, godly realms, and a tiny apocalypse brewing. But who needs answers when you’ve got a five-star review to leave for a screaming glacier? Cultivation. Tourism. Survival. Let’s hope I’m good at two of those.

It all started with a glass of Tequila that Aira thought was orange juice, making her drunk and unknowingly spending a hot night with a handsome young man named Renji Ishikawa. As a result of that night, Aira's life changed drastically, especially when she had to marry Renji Ishikawa, who turned out to be a teenager in his teens. But if she refuses to marry him, Aira is threatened with a lawsuit on charges of sexual harassment against a high school student. ………… How sad it was, how heartbreaking, and feeling like the biggest fool for being in the middle of the wedding of her ex-lover and her best friend. "Your drink, Miss," offered a polite waiter, approaching with a tray full of various colours and flavours. She picked a glass of orange drink with a fresh cherry on the rim. Her moon-like eyes stayed fixed on the groom while she drank the beverage until it was empty. Nothing strange happened to the sweet girl for a minute, but suddenly, dizziness struck, and she stumbled as her body swayed. Her delicate hand searched the wall for support, afraid of falling, feeling like she was experiencing an earthquake, and seeing everything around her shake. Feeling too weak to walk, she chose to squat near a large pot close to the ballroom's entrance. People around her watched silently, unwilling to help; some even gossiped about her. She was distressed and needed help, not performing for an audience, yet many still criticized her. Wild imaginings suddenly crossed her mind, wishing for a handsome prince on a white horse to rescue her, like scenes from her childhood anime favourites. But things like that only happened in fairy tales, where the prince would permanently save the princess from the villain's hands. That was how the stories were written. For her, there would never be a prince in her life story. But who would have thought that God would grant such an extraordinary miracle? Among the hundreds of high-class guests, one person approached and tried to offer help after observing her in silence. A handsome young man in a black suit stood right behind her. "Miss, are you alright?" he asked, concerned. "Who are you?" she asked, her voice still shaky from crying. The man stood frozen for a moment as though startled by the sight of this stranger but then smiled and extended his hand. "Don't cry here. Let me help you up." She shook her head, her cheeks red, not from embarrassment but from the effects of the drink. "My head is spinning, and I can't walk." The young man raised an eyebrow and smiled. "Alright then." He slipped his arms between her legs and under her body, lifting her, and she was heavy, just as he expected. From afar, the girls began to watch with shocked faces, filled with envy, anger, and jealousy, seeing the young man from the Ishikawa family carrying a girl, rumoured to be Aira Hoshino, the ex-girlfriend of Kairo Kenzaki and the best friend of Mika Kurogane, who were the couple getting married tonight. She rested her head on his shoulder comfortably, inhaling the refreshing scent of mint. Only this handsome young man, like a Greek god, came to her aid, asking about her condition, and now, carrying her out of the party without saying a word. "Where is your home?" he asked as he laid Aira, the girl he just met, into the car and fastened her seatbelt. "I don't want to go home," she whimpered. "Why?" he asked as he sat in the driver's seat. "Do you want to comfort me while my heart is broken?" she said, draping her arms around his neck. A grin spread across his handsome face. "How?" he asked, pretending not to know. "Stay with me until morning," Aira teased with a playful smile. In the next moment, Aira's lips were captured in his. Slowly, Aira's eyes closed tightly, leading her into a peaceful dream, soaring high into the sky, feeling as if it were real, not just a dream. …

Avery Carter tried her hardest to live the life of a perfect, submissive daughter. However, one day, someone appeared claiming to be her real daughter, declaring that Avery was fake. Without hesitation, Avery gave up her position as the "real" daughter and returned to her biological parents. Many expected her to fall from grace after leaving her wealthy adoptive family, but she surprised everyone by lifting her biological family out of poverty. She transformed her mother and father’s lives, making them billionaires overnight. With a hundred billion dollars to her name, she became a master of technology and a talented woman, soaring straight to the peak of her life. But everything changed when she met Alexander Moran, a wealthy and handsome man. He was an absolute bigwig—decisive, cold, and callous. Yet, for some reason, he couldn’t stop tangling with her, always eager to give her all his love. On their first encounter, he said, "I'll give myself up as collateral." The second time they met, she questioned, "Why should I trust you?" After multiple encounters, his tone shifted. "You shouldn't have crossed this line, Avery, if you didn't want it to be like this." a sturdy arm wrapped around her swaying body. Her head grew hazy, and an intentional, hot sigh escaped her lips. 'How the hell did I get myself into this situation?' Avery thought, her mind spinning.

Imagine stepping through a door and finding yourself in a parallel world where magic is real, demons roam the streets, and your sister is a badass demon slayer who doesn't recognize you. That's exactly what happens to Cole, a 19-year-old kendo enthusiast who suddenly finds himself in a world where cars fly, cats talk, and houses have strong opinions about interior design. Now, armed with incredible powers he doesn't understand and a talking sword that's eager to test its blade, Cole must navigate this bizarre new reality while trying to figure out who he is, where he came from, and how to get back to his own world. Along the way, he'll join forces with his demon-slaying sister (who may or may not try to kill him), face off against grumpy appliances, explore hidden pocket dimensions, and discover that even in a world of magic, the post office is still a soul-crushing experience. Get ready for a hilarious and action-packed adventure filled with quirky characters, mischievous magic, and enough anime and gaming references to make your head spin. Welcome to the world of "Now I'm a Demon Slayer... (in a Parallel World)"

Strongly inspired by Slavic mythology -----------Warning in the end----------- A rag-tag group of newly freed slaves finds themselves in the continent's largest and most dangerous forest after the oldest of them made a deal with some of chorts living in it . Watch them trying to navigate the warzone of a society ruled by racism , homophobia , violence , sexism and the whims of the gods while trying to keep themselves and those around them sane and safe . All the while facing their own trauma and prejudice and being forced to grow into better people . -aka- Watch me an (idiot) amatour author try and spin a story and try to keep those idiots alive maybe even have them building a nation , while trying to make more slavic mythology inspired fiction because its super fucking cool and also facing the brutal reality that yes my culture has a LOT of problems . Constructive criticism will be appreciated -------Warnings------- Things happening: racism ; homophobia ; violence ; sexism ; xenophobia ; violence Mentioned: cannibalism Specifications : Use of slur , racial discrimination and stereotyping of a Romani character

In a world where strength is defined by the beasts you tame, power is everything. Contracts forged with monstrous creatures unlock abilities beyond mortal comprehension, elevating their tamers to the heights of glory. The stronger your beast, the higher you stand. For Auron Raventor, the heir of a prestigious family, it should have been simple. Except, there's one little problem—he’s the sole failure in a lineage of prodigies, completely incapable of forming a single contract. The world calls him talentless, a waste of potential. And frankly, Auron's almost amused by how right they are. Resigned to a life of ridicule, Auron would have happily embraced the peace of obscurity if it meant being left alone. But the universe clearly has other plans. In the darkest moment of his despair, a buried power awakens within him. A power older than the very concept of taming itself. He doesn't form contracts. He devours. Absorbing strength straight from the beasts he defeats, merging their abilities into his own. It’s unnatural. It’s dangerous. And it’s about time he made the world realize they’ve been looking at power all wrong. Armed with abilities that shouldn't exist and a blatant disregard for their rules, Auron’s set to carve his own path. One that doesn’t involve licking the boots of arrogant elites or begging for their approval. Let them scoff. Let them sneer. By the time they realize the true scope of his power, it’ll be far too late. Strength. Survival. Ascendancy. And maybe........ just maybe....if the world’s lucky, Auron might just leave a few pieces behind when he’s done. AUTHOR'S NOTE This ain’t your typical beast-taming novel. You won’t find some wide-eyed farm boy here preaching about friendship while his magical dog does all the work. No. You’re in Primordial Eclipse: Devourer’s Awakening—where the protagonist doesn’t have plot armor, just a system that barely tolerates his existence. Auron ain’t some righteous hero, and he sure as hell isn’t bowing to the Academy’s nonsense. He’s out here breaking bones, dodging beast contracts like they’re tax collectors, and figuring out how to become a one-man extinction event. NOW, BUSINESS. GOLDEN TICKET DEALS 1 Golden Ticket = 1 Bonus Chapter (You pay, I suffer.) 100 Golden Tickets = Auron actually gets a proper meal for once. POWER STONES = FASTER RELEASES Every Power Stone thrown at me shaves off my remaining sanity and forces me to write. More Power Stones = Less Sleep for Me = More Chapters for You. It’s a toxic relationship, and I love it. REVIEWS & COMMENTS = MORE CHAOS This story is filled with: ✓A protagonist who’s more villainous than virtuous. ✓A world where beast tamers reign supreme (and Auron doesn’t give a damn). ✓ Schemes, betrayals, and enough chaos to make your head spin. ✓ Humor—because if you’re not laughing at the absurdity of it all, you’re probably dead. Read at your own risk. I take no responsibility for sleepless nights, sudden addiction, or the deep existential crisis you might have when you realize Auron is, in fact, that guy. Stay Awesome. Dragon_Lord_Chaos

The world was never the same after that day. Humanity learned that they weren't alone in the universe, but that wasn't something they had the time to worry about. Their realization was accompanied by catastrophe. Creatures beyond their wildest imaginations poured down from the sky and appeared from the earth. They slaughtered humans as if it was their singular purpose, driving them to the brink of extinction. The people of the world did everything in their power, developing unique traits and technologies to create a united front their enemies couldn't penetrate. They secured victories and repopulated, feeling as if they stood a chance against the foreign invaders. They fought and they fought, doing everything they possibly could to ensure their survival. Until the Great Calamities appeared. In front of them, humanity was nothing regardless of its efforts. One by one, the worlds were turned into piles of rubble in between the cracks of their teeth. Civilization was torn apart, and the evolved humans living within could do nothing to stop its collapse. Humanity itself was left extinct, and in the end, only a single man was left alive amidst the chaos. Why? For what reason were they punished so? Nobody knew why the attacks began in the first place. He looked into the distance at the memories of the past and firmed his resolve. “It can only be me.” He knew of a miracle that could return him to the place of those memories. He knew of a way to make the wheels of time spin in reverse. And using it, he alone would save humanity from its doomed fate. That was his sacred duty as its final survivor. *** Discord: https://discord.gg/dgbw4RS4ec

#Rated 18-Mature Themes Violet’s life was never her own—her father’s crushing debt made sure of that. But when the debt collector kidnaps her as payment, she takes a desperate deal: become a servant and spy on the mysterious and tyrannical Lord Cain, the ruler of her Werewolf district. There’s just one catch: Lord Cain only permits male servants in his house. Disguised as a boy, Violet cuts her hair, flattens her chest, and dons a voice-altering band to pull off the deception. Everything goes according to plan—until Cain, a man known for his cold personality starts to take a peculiar interest in her. Violet’s disguise becomes a prison as she battles her own growing attraction to him. But this is no love story. Cain’s obsession to her is dangerous. Beneath his icy gaze lies a mind fractured by years of affliction by a curse. A curse made by Violet's biological mother: A powerful witch. ************* "TAKE IT OFF!" Violet’s knees nearly buckled at the thunderous command, her chest tightening with panic. The raw anger in Cain’s voice was as sharp as a blade. "My lord! I-I’m a man!" she stammered, gripping her shirt tightly, her fingers trembling as they clung to the fabric. "I don't like other men!" she cried, a desperate plea in her voice since the second she took her shirt off and he discovered that she was a woman was the moment she died. Painfully. Cain’s glare was unyielding, his voice dropping into a growl. "Don’t insult me, You think I do. You kissed me!" Her breath hitched as he stepped closer, his presence suffocating. "If you don’t take it off," he said, his tone low and dangerous, "I’ll rip it off myself." Violet’s mind raced, panic threatening to overwhelm her. She couldn’t let him find out—he’d kill her. Painfully. Glancing away to avoid his gaze when she caught the undeniable bulge in his trousers. Heat flushed her face, her thoughts spinning in desperation at the only idea she could think of to make him back off. 'This has to work. It has to…’

Meredith Carter was once the pride of her pack—until the Lunar Curse marked her as wolfless, unwanted, and a disgrace. Humiliated, abandoned, and rejected by her fated mate, she thought the Moon Goddess had forsaken her. But her curse came with a cruel side effect—wild, uncontrollable pheromones that drove men insane with desire and disgust. A scent so intoxicating, it made her a target. The night she was cast aside when her pheromones spiralled beyond control, Alpha Draven Oatrun—the most feared and untouchable Alpha in the kingdom—claimed her instead. But Draven doesn’t want love. He doesn’t even want her. His reasons for marrying her have nothing to do with fate. Thrust into a world of ruthless politics, deadly enemies, and a mate who sees her as nothing more than a pawn, Meredith must fight to survive, reclaim her dignity, and uncover the secrets behind her curse. Because something is awakening inside her. Something powerful. Something… ancient. And when the truth is revealed, not even Alpha Draven will be able to resist what she becomes. Rejected. Cursed. Desired. Chosen. Will Meredith break free from her fate? Above all, what is this mystical force pushing her to start a war? — Excerpt: "You may have claimed me," Meredith whispered, her violet eyes burning with defiance, "but you will never own me." Draven exhaled a low, dangerous laugh. His golden eyes gleamed as he caged her in, his presence suffocating. "Own you?" His voice was velvet and steel. "Little wolf, I don’t need to own you." He brushed a strand of silver-white hair behind her ear—a touch so light, yet it sent shivers down her spine. "Because whether you like it or not…" His breath ghosted against her skin. "Your body already responds to me." Meredith clenched her jaw, ignoring the traitorous warmth pooling deep inside her. It was the pheromones. It had to be. "I hate you," she forced out. “Good,” Draven smirked. Because hate was just another form of obsession.

------ [ DING ] [ Ultimate Spin System Activated ] --- It all started with a mysterious notification. Lucas Cross, an ordinary gamer struggling to make ends meet, suddenly found his life turned upside down. When the Ultimate Spin System chose him as its host, he was thrust into a chaotic world filled with random rewards, bizarre challenges, and unpredictable skills. From gaining passive abilities that attract unfaithful wives to spinning weekly wheels of fortune with life-altering consequences, Lucas must navigate a world where the line between game and reality blurs. ****** Cover by AI ------ Support Me By Gifts or Power Stones -----

What?! A perfect free-use novel doesn't exist?! ... ... ... So what? Just read this one. ~~ Hehe~~ You're gonna love this, seriously. This is what cooking of three months is like. No degenerate out there can ever come close to my degeneration which helped me create this fantasy book. Milf? I have it. Young? I have it. Boob sizes? Is that even a question to ask. Ass size? Hmmm~~~ My favorite. Whatever you wish for, I got it. So come and follow the degenerate life of Jake\Malcolm, the lucky son of a gun who was finally transmigrated to the world of his desire, using everything in his sight, his family the beginning and the end would be... Well, no idea who the end would be. So stay tuned to find out. ~~ First and foremost, this is a work of fiction. Any mention of a real person or religion is purely coincidental and all the work of my sick imagination. Read it, then decide if you want to stick to it. This is more likely a work of a whim so there might be holes that I might have to fill. Haha. Holes to fill. Anyway, this is more like an idea that progresses as the story does so if you have any fantasies that you'd like to implement, I'm open to them. Just don't overdo so the story doesn't spin too out of control. ~~ The cover's not mine and if the owner wants me to take it down, I'll do so without trouble. Bonus chapters of any sort would be decided upon once the novel goes premium, but before that, there is no schedule update. Just know that there'll be an update every day. Just not of how many chapters. Last but not least, read with an open mind and make sure you don't have any opinion to give until you're well into the story, whether good or bad. That's it. Enjoy~~

The youngest and most feared admiral in world history—Ravien Duskbane. Renowned for his brilliance as much as his ruthlessness. To him, nothing matters except power, control, and victory. But one night, he falls asleep and never wakes up. At least, not in his own world. --- When I opened my eyes, I was in an unfamiliar room. The first thing I felt was discomfort. Luxurious silk sheets. Gold-embroidered mirrors. Heavy velvet curtains. But that wasn’t what truly unsettled me. There was a large mirror in the corner of the room. And the person staring back at me… wasn’t me. Long, blood-red hair. Eyes of the same hue. This wasn’t my body. At first, I thought it was a dream. There could be no other explanation. But then—pain. A sharp, stabbing agony piercing through my skull. And with it, memories that did not belong to me flooded my mind. The Pendragon family. Noble blood. Yet a child seen as nothing but a stain. Nameless. A half-blood. A forgotten existence. Discarded at birth. Banished to a distant land. Erased from history. By the time the pain subsided, I understood the truth. This was the world of a novel I used to read whenever I was bored. The Dark Lands. And me? I was a mere extra. A nameless shadow never even mentioned in the story. At first, I was calm. But soon, the very existence of this body made me sick. Not from anger. Not from weakness. But from the sheer revulsion of being trapped in a body that wasn’t mine. I reject this. This body does not belong to me. And I will never accept anything that isn’t mine. So I chose to die. Without hesitation, I moved. I drove my hand straight into my heart. But I didn’t die. My breath caught. I tried again. And again. Over and over. But every single time, my wounds healed. It didn’t take long to understand why. In this world, every person is born with a unique, unchanging Fate Ability. And this body's ability? "Flesh, Blood, and Bone." It regenerates endlessly. No matter how much I cut, slash, or tear myself apart—death is impossible. But there must be a way. Someone in this world must be able to kill me. And then, a name came to mind. The protagonist. Perhaps he could end me. Wait. No. I refuse to die like that. To perish at someone else's hands without a fight, without struggle… That is beneath me. I am not someone who sits around waiting for salvation. If I truly wish to die, then first, I must rise to the top. Dying without battling the strongest beings in this world would be a disgrace. So, I will start with power. First, this kingdom. Then the continent. Then the entire world. I will rule, conquer, and seize everything. If I can truly reach the peak—then the strongest will come for me. And only then will I find someone worthy enough to kill me. Could there be a more honorable death than that?

I’m a proud NEET who’s devoured every romance novel, manga, webtoon, and otome game out there. Just when I thought I’d conquered it all, a black bunny appeared in my dream. “Congrats! You’ve been chosen to help villains win across multiple worlds!” “Like a game?” “Uh . . . sure.” “Great, I’m in!” And just like that, I became an agent of the Villain System. Time to rewrite some happily-ever-afters—villain style. **[NOTE!]** This novel features multiple short arcs, each exploring different tropes such as ancient China, the modern world, beasts, werewolves, vampires, fantasy, school romance, idol groups—you name it! The twist? Each arc focuses on our MC making the villain (male) triumph over the male and female leads. The story is written primarily in 2nd and 3rd person POV for a dynamic and immersive experience. || Excerpt || [WARNING! MATURE Content Ahead!] “Then serve me . . . properly.” The command was both sensual and authoritative, and Xue Li’s pulse quickened under his intense gaze. The air between them grew heavy, her trembling hands faltering as she began to run the sponge across his chest, her touch featherlight against his scars. “Y-yes your majesty.” Han Feng leaned back slightly, watching her through half-lidded eyes, his expression unreadable. “Slower,” he murmured, his voice a low rumble that made her pulse skip. “You’re trembling,” he said, his voice velvet smooth, making her flinch. “I-It’s the steam, Your Majesty,” she stammered, though she knew it was a poor excuse. Han Feng chuckled softly, the sound deep and rich. “Hmm . . . Is that so? Then you have no problem cleaning my cock right?” Xue Li's eyes trembled, on the verge of tears, which seemed to please Han Feng. His smile grew wider as he urged her on. "Go on. You're going to serve me properly, aren't you?"

[When Prejudice Collides with Fate: Whose Trap Is This Mismatched Marriage?] Qin Ran had always believed that a man still trapped in the arranged-marriage circus at thirty must be either emotionally stunted or physically defective. But the universe had a wicked sense of humor—because the man waiting at Table 11 was a walking contradiction. Lu Sheng was a paradox of elegance and danger. His charcoal suit sculpted a body built for both boardrooms and back-alley brawls. When his gaze locked onto hers, the sharp lines of his face seemed to carve shadows into the air, the room suddenly heavy with the scent of cedar and unspoken threats. “I’m sorry, I think I’ve mistaken the table—” “Sit.” His voice cracked like a whip, freezing her mid-retreat. The glint of his platinum watch mirrored her death grip on the handbag strap. “If we’re both puppets in this family farce… let’s at least make it mutually beneficial.” Three days later, the marriage certificate seared her palm like a brand. She’d told herself this was a calculated escape from her brother’s suffocating household—until their wedding night, when the fresh scar snaking across his ribs screamed of bullets, not business deals. And when Lu Sheng shrugged off his shirt, water sluicing down the defined ridges of his abdomen, his smirk was pure sin: “Clause Three of our contract, Mrs. Lu—no coveting Party A’s assets.” She backed him against the glass wall, her fingers skating over the corded muscle of his spine. “Mr. Lu… does that clause include your six-pack?” [High-Stakes Romance | Marriage of Convenience | Enemies-to-Forced-Allies] — A billionaire with a bulletproof reputation and a vault of secrets. — A razor-tongued medical intern with a talent for unearthing truths. As lies ignite and bullets fly, only one rule remains: In this game of hearts and gunpowder, the first to fall… loses everything.

After dying in the Amazon rainforest, Barrett finds himself in the afterlife, where he meets Rob, a mysterious figure who offers him a chance at rebirth. Rob grants him three spins to determine his fate: Power, Boom or Bane, and Race. With the results shaping his new life, Barrett is reincarnated into a world governed by a Gacha system. Now, armed with new abilities and a fresh race, he embarks on an endless journey across the multiverse, ready to face whatever challenges lie ahead. Can join my Patreon https://www.patreon.com/c/Novelby69DM

2011. That was when earthquake and tsunami hit Japan, changing thousands of lives. And Kobayashi Yuki is just one of them. A month ago, he was just a normal boy, graduating from a small middle school in Fukushima and was excited to go to the high school. However, the disaster changed his life. He lost both parents, not because they died, but because they were still missing until now. He lost his home. He lost his friends. He lost his school. He lost everything. Having no choice, he moved to Tokyo, to a small, new orphanage to accommodate victims of the disaster who didn't have any home or wanted to change their lives in the biggest city in Japan. In his mind, all he wanted to do was enter a normal high school, do a part-time job, make some money to help the orphanage, and maybe if he were lucky enough he could be admitted into a good university with a scholarship. However, one challenge from the volleyball team and one half-Italian blonde boy turned everything upside down. Now, he was trapped inside the crazy team, being dragged into the mess. Inter-High. National Tournament. Volleyball. Those three words kept spinning around his life as he entered a crazy high school life. Can he strive in the place where he was unfamiliar with? Would he be a good volleyball player? And what does the future hold for him?

A spin-off to another title, Rage of Fire, featuring different leads. Kingdom of Crystal's Soldier Dillon Caudry had just been promoted to General Soldier of the Barrier Unit. Just when events in his life were going great, and he found a beauty he believed to be the love of his life, war struck again and he must return to a world enveloped by pain, fire, and unchanged history. It was the same thing all over again, and he knew he was at the end of his rope. His colleague, General Soldier Aster, trapped in the same net as he and grieving just as badly, never lost hope no matter their circumstances. Will he press Dillon to grow his talent once more, for the sake of their nation? Or do their people face a life of lost courage and defeated hopes? A/N: Contains content for MxM and FxF.

[The Imperial Consort could have been so much more than what we were shown.] --- Genius Neurosurgeon Lǐ Xīnyuàn died while being held at the gunpoint to perform a surgery on a terrorist leader. When he opened his eyes, he had transmigrated into a world similar to a Webnovel he'd been forced to read by a colleague. Now you'd think Lǐ Xīnyuàn had transmigrated into that Webnovel. But did he? No! Instead he'd been transmigrated into that webnovel's spin-off/"what-if" version of the story with nothing but the superficial knowledge of the plot thanks to reading the main novel. Now tasked with the mission of avoiding plotholes, unnecessary dog-blood, death and following the storyline to ensure the male lead's ascension to the throne of Supreme Emperor, he didn't know whether to laugh or cry. And why did no one tell him that his character had to be married into the Male Lead's harem?? What about the Female Lead? Later: Lǐ Xīnyuàn: Why doesn't Your Highness spend the night with Concubine Namgung? ML: Don't want to. Lǐ Xīnyuàn: ... Why? ML: Are you pushing me away? Lǐ Xīnyuàn: QAQ --- 100-150 PS = 1 extra chapter on Sunday 25, 50, 75... Golden Tickets = 1 extra chapter on Sunday 3-5 Gifts = 1 extra chapters (or more depending on the value of the gifts)

During the dawn of the Cold War, the 33rd President funded a special shadow operations in the hope of creating superhuman agents with special abilities, to combat the threats against North America's Eastern enemies. But these experiments on human Subjects, resulted in the creation of psychotic monsters, vicious and insane killers, that sparked the desire of this group to reproduce more of these monsters, as they research and observe these monsters in order to create and control them, as weapons and agents against their enemies. These project is called the NEMESIS Project, and this ended in psychological conditioning, manipulation, and traumatizing in order to understand and control future ALPHAs. In a secret experiment facility, Subjects are subjected to psychological traumas and horrors, while the killers/monsters are set loose upon these people to condition and train them to become agents against their enemies, and also uncover the secrets on creating future ALPHAs. Author-Note: This a horror story, that I based some from the Outlast Trails, only with a more Sci-fi and bio-horrors spin to it. With these files are explaining the starter of the NEMESIS Project, and backstory of the main characters of this story, to spread this tale and popularity, I hope that people like this and help in the creation and development of this novel.

There was once an innocent little boy who was about to graduate high school. But suddenly, a truck ran him over before he could step foot in adult life. From his cruel twist of fate, he learns that after a person dies, they simply go to a result screen—a simple score system based on how publicly known they are. Being the nobody, he only had enough points to use the wheel spin—three shots that would determine his upcoming life. The wheel first landed on females, crushing his hope of keeping his gender. But he wasn't just going to give up so easily as the male section remained. The next spin didn't land on what he hoped for. With one last shot, he slammed the button and prayed. A miracle, almost as if god answered his prayer, appeared right before his eyes as it landed on a male. "Thank you, god! I knew you'd never give up on me like that——Wait, what do you mean that's a bug?" Before he could say anything, he was reborn into a fantasy world where magic and cultivation coexist. Want to find out what he got for his upcoming adventure? Well, let's just say he experiences the three stages of grief with his awful luck. --- Disclaimer: Some of the love interests are related to the main character, and the main character's love interests are only towards women. Four chapters a week. The upload schedule may be a little wacky, and no bonus chapter for now as I'm still currently in college. Discord server if you want to talk or have questions: https://discord.gg/hnXMFwfVR3

---WSA ENTRY 2025--- Nox Sillon had lived in a world of power and chaos. Born into an empire where the strong ruled and the weak perished, he never once questioned his reality. The world was as it had always been—a place where magic reigned, wars raged, and only those with ambition could carve their own fate. Nox had no grand lineage, no divine prophecy to guide him. He wasn’t destined for greatness, nor was he some forgotten heir to an ancient legacy. But that never mattered. He didn’t need fate’s blessing—only the strength to take what was his. Through sheer will and ruthless cunning, Nox clawed his way through the ranks, navigating a world where betrayal lurked behind every smile, where strength was the only currency that mattered. But as he ascends, something feels… wrong. Events unfold in ways he cannot explain, as if an unseen force is pulling the strings. Shadows whisper of truths that should not exist. Powerful figures—ones who should have been untouchable—begin to fall as though following a script. And somewhere, in the depths of his mind, a strange thought lingers. A name he has never heard. A presence he cannot grasp. Something—someone—is out there. Watching. Waiting. And for the first time in his life, Nox Sillon begins to wonder—is he truly free, or has his path already been written? No matter the answer, one truth remains. If fate dares to stand in his way… he will tear it apart with his own hands. ——— Spin-Off series of 'The Extra's Transcension' Takes place in the same universe. Will be well thought - out story unlike extra's Transcension. ——— Discord: https://discord.gg/QYyPAxfhGH ——— #WSA2025

Author: Lone Raut Synopsis (Narrated by Deadpool’s Chaotic Cousin Who Forgot to Take Their Meds): Alright, gather ‘round, folks! Let me spin you a tale so dark it’ll make your therapist retire. Picture this: Yours truly was just another fancy-pants “man of culture” on a serial killer’s hit list—because apparently, collecting rare books and quoting Nietzsche makes you a target. Who knew? (Spoiler alert: I died. Surprise!) But death? Nah, that’s just the opening act. Instead of sweet oblivion, I woke up knee-deep in Saint’s Odyssey—a fantasy novel I once tossed into my “dumpster fire of bad writing” pile. Think Game of Thrones meets Saw, but with more existential dread. And guess what? I’m not the dashing hero. Nope. I’m the guy the author conveniently labeled “Villain.” Cool, right? (Cue jazz hands.) But hold onto your chimichangas, because this “hero”? Oh, he’s a masterpiece of hypocrisy. Smiles like a Disney prince, stabs like a back-alley surgeon. His grand plan? Wipe out half the world because reasons. Classic hero logic! Meanwhile, the gods are upstairs chugging ambrosia and betting on our suffering. Adorable!!!. Well, newsflash, Olympus—I’m hijacking this plot. Reborn with a vendetta and a PhD in chaos, I’m not here to play nice. Rules? Burn ‘em. Heroes? Crush ‘em. World domination? Duh!. This ain’t a redemption arc; it’s a blood-soaked takeover tour. Think Machiavelli with a splash of Joker and a side of espresso. They call me ruthless? Damn right. I’ll out-scheme the schemers, out-betray the traitors, and maybe burn a kingdom or two for aesthetic. The hero thinks he’s pulling strings? Sweetheart, I’m the puppetmaster—and I just cut the threads. Every battle’s a chess move, every ally a pawn, and the board? Oh, it’s dripping in red. And hey, let’s laugh while we’re at it. Ever seen a “chosen one” trip over his own halo? Poetic. Ever roasted a god so hard they literally combust? (Working on it.) This world’s a joke, and I’m the punchline—delivered with a knife. So buckle up, buttercups. The script’s flipped, the crown’s mine, and if the heroes cry about “morals”? Tell ‘em to write a Yelp review. This villain’s rewriting destiny—one corpse at a time. TL;DR: Death was my warm-up. Now? I’m here to conquer, crack jokes, and maybe commit some light treason. World, meet your new overlord. Resistance is hilarious . Hahahahaaaaaaa!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! (⁠・⁠∀⁠・⁠)

The book starts off without a lot of detail for the characters, but as the story progresses you you’ll notice each character develop and get to know them. Maybe even fall in love. Please enjoy! He slides his hand between her legs and pulls her in. She gasps and holds on to him for support as he runs his fingers between her lips and clit. She's trembling from his touch. As he moves his finger around the outside of her. "Time to rinse off" he whispers to her. He uses his body to push her towards the water and he rubs her again he presses the front half of her body to his and washes the soap off her backside. She throws her head back. And begins to let out a scream, but he covers her mouth with his hands and says "shhhhh be quiet now." He spins her around so her back side is pressed against his erected cock. Feeling it's cold contact she throws her head back again gasping. Her then washes the front of her off pressing hard against her he gropes her breast squeezing them tight and pinching her nipples. She was so surprised by how good this felt. How badly she wanted him to bite her. And just as she finished that thought he stuck his hands between her legs again, and then he bit her on the opposite side of Oliver's bite. The bite burned her core undoing her as he played with her clit with his fingers and then sliding them inside her. Holding her body hostage with his fangs and fingers she completely submitted to his whims. He could have what ever he wanted in that moment and she wouldn't complain a bit. Pulling his fingers out of her and sucking her juices off them he says "You really are the best thing I've ever tasted. And now I know why my brothers are struggling not to fuck you and are fighting over you. I don’t think we can wait until the full moon to start breaking you in." discord for this book: https://discord.gg/36r6zZhf

“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.

--Spin off-Prequel of my novel "The tale of a vampire slayer" that follows the legend of Azrael, the strongest Slayer-- [Trigger Warning! May contain Very violent scenes.] "A man with no past. A shadow with no master. A legend whispered in fear." The night does not belong to men. The world has long since fallen under the dominion of those who feast on blood, their cursed rule upheld by dark sorcery and immortal bloodlines. The gods have turned away, the light has faded, and the few who still resist do so in vain. But in the darkest abyss of history, there exists a name. A name that should not exist. A name that does not belong to kings, nor heroes, nor prophets. Azrael Noctis. No divine blessing. No enchanted blood. No ancient power. Only flesh, steel, and an unshakable will. He is the man born without magic in a world of sorcery. A lone figure who walks the path no one else dares to tread. An executioner with no master, an instrument of destruction bound by a single, unbreakable rule— "I do not kill men. I do not kill demons. I'm only born to kill vampires." No one knows where he came from. No one knows how he defies the limits of human flesh. He does not tire. He does not falter. He does not kneel. Some say he is a curse upon the cursed, a punishment forged by the heavens to purge the world of the damned. Others whisper that he is no man at all, but something far worse. But one truth remains: wherever the night stretches its claws, the Slayer will return from his ashes and destroy the evil. A dark fantasy epic of relentless battle and supernatural terror. One man vs. an entire world of monsters. The legend that should never have existed.

"You like this, don't you?" His voice was dark velvet, wrapping around me, sinking under my skin. I swallowed hard, refusing to answer, but my body betrayed me-the sharp inhale, the way my lips parted, the way my thighs pressed together. He noticed. Of course, he did. He stepped closer, eliminating the space between us, his heat overwhelming. "Say it." I shook my head, a weak attempt at resistance. His fingers traced up my arm, slow, teasing, until they reached my throat. He didn't squeeze, didn't apply pressure-just let his touch linger there, making me hyperaware of my own racing pulse. "Liar," he murmured. I exhaled sharply. "You're too close." His lips brushed my ear, not quite a kiss, just a whisper of warmth. "And you're not stopping me."

*For entertainment only* Just another introverted teenage girl who faces unwanted yet surprising and sometimes enjoying adventures so hang in and know her. Since I want to tell someone about my life .

He is a Hybrid Alpha with sealed memories. He is one of the reasons all the fox clans, including the celestial beast king, are annihilated. And she is a celestial fox princess with only three years left to live unless her inner beast awakens. Jerome recognizes his mate in that instant and tries everything to win her. On the other hand, Guinevere always tried to avoid all of his advances as she wished to investigate her clan's massacre more than ten years ago. Will Guinevere soften and accept Jerome in her life? What will Guinevere do when she finds out that Jerome killed her father? Most of all, can they awaken Guinevere's inner beast in time? 'Even without the mate bond, we are meant to be together.' Prequel: The Alpha Fell For The Hybrid Princess (If you want to know what had happened to Jerome before he return home, feel free to read the spin-off in the prequel book) *The cover isn't mine, the credit for the rightful owner'