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Doll Of Torment Yakuza Like A Dragon

Living Like A Hell

Kali Eufracia Isvara A highly skilled assassin, a student at the prestigious De Lahnnel University, is tasked with a mission of profound personal significance: to avenge her mother's murder. This undertaking, however, proves to be a crucible, forging an unexpected transformation within her. Her relentless pursuit of justice leads her to a young woman whose plight unexpectedly softens the assassin's hardened heart, fracturing the icy resolve born from years of training and fueled by a burning desire for retribution. The path to truth is fraught with peril, complicated not only by the intricate web of deceit surrounding her mother's death but also by the staunch opposition of her beloved, whose allegiances remain a source of both comfort and agonizing uncertainty. The mission, initially a simple equation of vengeance, evolves into a profound exploration of morality, empathy, and the elusive nature of justice itself, forcing the assassin to confront not only her adversaries but also the very essence of her being. Averja Zhykiel Creuio A brilliant and exquisitely elegant young woman, flourishing academically at De Montel University, finds her spirit wounded by the relentless barbs of mockery. Seeking refuge from the cruelties of her peers, she contemplates a transfer to the more prestigious De Lahnnel University, hoping for a fresh start. Yet, fate intervenes in the form of an unexpected and electrifying encounter with another woman. This burgeoning romance ignites a passion that thrills her to her core, promising a future brimming with love and understanding. However, lurking beneath the surface of their idyllic connection is a significant obstacle, a looming problem that threatens to shatter their newfound happiness and test the strength of their bond to its very limits. The question remains: can their love withstand the storm that gathers on the horizon?
Yxenni · 263 Views

Yakuza Exorcist

Kamishirou Koushirou lived an ordinary, peaceful life—until his eighteenth birthday shattered everything he knew. His parents died in a sudden accident, and before he could even grieve, a mysterious figure arrived to take him in—his estranged grandfather, Kamishirou Genichirou, the feared boss of the notorious Asakusa Group, one of the most powerful yakuza groups in Japan. Forced into this unfamiliar world of crime and secrecy, Koushirou struggled to adjust to life in the Asakusa Mansion, a sprawling estate filled with dangerous men who now called him “Young Master.” But it wasn’t the criminal underworld that unsettled him the most—it was the strange changes happening within his own body. That fateful day, everything became clear. As he faced an ambush by a rival gang, his body erupted into blue flames, consuming everything in his path. Terrified yet strangely drawn to the power, he soon discovered the truth—he was the last living descendant of the Great Hotenmaru, an ancient warrior god feared for his mastery over blue celestial fire. Now, Koushirou finds himself at the crossroads of two worlds—the ruthless yakuza underworld and the mystical legacy of the Tengu gods. As he learns to control his newfound powers, he discovered that the Asakusa Group has long protected an ancient Tengu relic capable of sealing or unleashing a forgotten calamity. And there are those—both human and supernatural—who would do anything to claim it. With betrayal lurking in the shadows and an unknown enemy hunting him, Koushirou must decide: Will he follow the dark path of the yakuza, or embrace his divine heritage to forge his own destiny? But time is running out. The Blue Flames of the Great Hotenmaru have awakened... and with them, an ancient force that should have remained buried.
ArtemisKo · 2.4K Views

The Dragon of Dreams

IMPORTANT DISCLAIMER: Everything in this story has a purpose, and every detail has an explanation, i.e. nothing is explained with 'it works cause it works'. The more questions you ask when reading this story, the more you will understand later on. If you just turn off your brain to read you won't know why things are happening the way they are. Also, nothing is random. If something feels 'forced' it's meant to be, ask why and I guarantee you will enjoy the novel more. Synopsis: This is the story of a young man who was reincarnated as a dragon with a near-insatiable curiosity. Initially sparked by questioning his own reincarnation, he quickly gets lost in the endless world of magic, using his deep understanding of advanced sciences to learn the laws and properties of a new type of energy known as mana. However, soon enough, the table would flip, and he would begin using that very same energy to expand his knowledge of science, to the point that he would begin questioning his own understanding of the world. Although not his original intention, with the combination of his intelligence, expanding curiosity, and the 'miracles' that occurred to allow for his existence, he quickly found himself climbing the mountain of strength as if it were a small hill before eventually climbing to a point where it seemed as if he himself was the peak itself. Even if.. that was never the case... - There is mild gore, and profanity is 'censored' toward the beginning, but not later in the story. - Tags: Action, Discovery, Adventure, Fantasy, Sci-fi Sub Tags: Reincarnation, Magic, Non-Human Lead, (Extremely) OP Protagonist, Mystery - New Chapter twice a week, on Monday and Wednesday at 1:30 PM EST! (Unless Stated Otherwise, join the Discord for updates) - Uploads not on Webnovel, Royal Road, Wattpad, or Scribblehub are ILLEGAL - Community Discord Server: https://discord.gg/Dv7G5bQD4v Account must be at least 3 days old. Note: This novel takes place in the same universe as my other novel, TSH (The System's Harvester) on RR and SH
Commander_843 · 1.7M Views

A Throne For Sister: Rise Of The Dragon

Eirik Boris was never the type to accept a deal nor offer quickly, but with the girl in front of him, the riot that’s currently going on in the kingdom, and the rumor of the old king's bloodline, there are just too many things at stake. He looked at her with his eyes full of doubts, knowing very well that not only his life was at stake, but his region, too. But at the same time, if the girl in front of him is who she claimed to be, then a new beginning shall begin in the kingdom. It will be a new dawn of glory, a new turn—around, especially for the commoners. With a sharp blade in her hand, unlike anything Eirick had ever seen, which had a crystal that had a glinting red onyx at its end, the girl stepped into the long, narrow bridge, ready to prove that she was from the bloodline of the old king. “If you fail, I’ll surely deliver you to the king myself.” Eirik made it sound like a warning, and like he was not interested in her at the same time. But deep down, Eirick cared. If this girl turns out to be carrying the blood of the old king, then things will turn around for great. And if not, then he’d gladly deliver her to the king. At least, by doing that, he’d still have to keep his head, his family, and his region. And maybe, just maybe, the king will give him a limited punishment, but not a death sentence. “I won't fail,” Eirick heard her replying without turning, her voice full of uncertainty, though. Eirik held his daughter's hand, leading her back slowly, his armor bearer following, and then the nobles, a hundred of them who had come to watch the so-called girl who claimed to be carrying the blood of the old king venturing to the narrow bridge where she would recover what was left behind by the Old king himself. Before the old king vanished, he had said that only his true bloodline could cross the narrow bridge and retrieve what he had hidden there. Many people had come to attempt it, all of them claiming to be the son or daughter of the old king, and all of them had failed. This girl won't be an exception, at least, that's what they thought, not until the unexpected happened. As usual, the ghost guardian of the bridge, a being forged from magic with extraordinary abilities, emerged from the chasm of the bridge, standing tall and proud in front of the girl with a rapier in his hand. He didn't give the girl a chance to blink; he charged, the sound of metal against metal filling the air, sparkles flying out, and groaning of the two filled the atmosphere, too. And then, when everyone thought the girl would fail like the rest, they noticed her body shimmering, a great aura coming out of her body like a mist, her hair flaring in flame like a ghost rider, but she was not. And then, the blade radiated extra light, before the girl took full transformation herself. She easily bypassed the ghost as he presented his attack, moving with the grace of a leaf dancing in the wind, but in a blur that everyone hardly saw her moving. Before the ghost could wheel to face her, the girl struck him hard at the temple with the hilt of her blade, followed by a kick in the chest, which sent the ghost tumbling down the bridge. Normally, a ghost shouldn't feel attacked or get hit since he's partially invincible, but the girl was not ordinary either. She’s from the lineage of King Saul, making her the rightful heir to the kingdom of Agapanthus, and she just proved that to everyone by defeating an undefeatable foe.
Memento_01 · 2.2K Views

Shattered Doll speaks

Born not out of love, but as a tool—a mere vessel to sustain her elder sister—Elyria was never treated as a daughter, let alone a human being. From infancy, she endured an existence dictated by the will of her family, their hands cold and unrelenting as they siphoned her life away piece by piece. Every cut, every transfusion, every forced surgery stole a part of her, leaving behind nothing but an empty shell. The physical pain was unbearable, but the emotional wounds ran deeper. No one comforted her. No one whispered words of kindness. She was nothing but a living sacrifice. But when her usefulness as a donor dwindled, her parents found another way to exploit her. She was thrust into a life of horror—paraded like a doll for depraved men, her body no longer hers to protect. When she refused, she was thrown into a demonic underground circus, forced to perform in grotesque spectacles that twisted her very soul. Pain was once unbearable, but over time, her mind numbed itself to survive. She stopped feeling. Stopped resisting. Stopped being human. Yet, their cruelty knew no bounds. When she was of no more use, they discarded her entirely—putting her on auction like a mere object, waiting to be bought by the highest bidder. That was the day she met Veylan Blackthorne. A man of wealth and power, but unlike the monsters bidding for her, he didn’t see her as a possession. Instead, he was fascinated—haunted—by the emptiness in her eyes, the way she seemed to drift between life and death. And so, without hesitation, he bought her. Not as a slave. Not as a toy. But as a soul in need of salvation. Thus began the battle neither of them expected. Veylan struggled to break the chains around her, but Elyria was beyond saving—or so she believed. Night after night, she was tormented by the demons of her past, and as the shadows clawed at her mind, something inside her twisted. She stopped seeing people as people. Her hands, once trembling and weak, became steady. Her heart, once capable of fear, grew cold. And when she killed for the first time, she felt nothing. It started slow, a quiet unraveling—then bloodshed followed. No one who had ever hurt her was safe. The world that tormented her would burn, and she would be the one to set the fire. Yet, through it all, Veylan stayed by her side. He didn’t fear the monster she was becoming, nor did he recoil at the darkness in her eyes. Instead, he reached deeper—pulling her back, inch by inch, from the abyss. But healing was never easy. Therapy, nightmares, relapses—she was still broken, still haunted. Yet, for the first time, she was no longer alone. And when the time came for revenge, Veylan didn’t stop her. He stood by her side, helping her destroy the ones who had made her suffer. When the blood had dried and the screams had faded, Elyria was free. Truly free. And in that freedom, she chose him. Their wedding was not a fairytale, nor was their love story soft and sweet. It was born from the ashes of suffering, tempered by battle, and strengthened by survival. Even as her demons lingered, she found light. For the first time in her life, she was not just living—she was alive. And with Veylan, she would continue to walk forward, no longer a shattered doll—but a woman reclaiming her own destiny.
ummi_mau · 3.3K Views
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