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Idiller Gazeli

Reborn under the dragon pact(BL)

Leo, a 21-year-old college dropout and gamer dies in a thunderstorm accident and is Reborn into a world of dragon magic as Ryn, a rare omega rune-bearer bound by a mystical pact to three alpha lovers - Kael, a powerful dragon rider with a yandere streak; Veyr, a rebellious rune mage with a sharp tongue; and Sylas, a brooding prince cursed with a dragon’s soul. Ryn must survive the treacherous world of Tianlong and together with the alphas, they must fight against the demonic forces that threaten the empire. Will their passion consume them, or will it save the day? Dive into this steamy reverse harem romance where dragon magic meets forbidden love. ~~ "An omega without an alpha is like a rune without power," Kael growled, his eyes flashing with possessiveness. "You're mine, Ryn. No one else's." "Ah, but what about me?" Veyr chimed in, his voice dripping with sarcasm. "Don't I get a say in this? After all, Ryn's omega charm is not to be wasted on just one alpha." Sylas snorted, his brooding gaze fixed on Ryn. "You're both forgetting one thing - Ryn's luck. An omega with three alphas is either blessed or cursed. Which one will it be, I wonder?" Ryn's cheeks flushed as the three alphas closed in, their rivalrous gazes locked on him. "I don't know," Ryn whispered, "but I'm about to find out." ~~~ This story contains: - Omegaverse (Alpha/Omega dynamics, heat cycles, mating bonds) - Enemies-to-lovers romance - Slow-burn tension - Societal hierarchy conflicts -Magic -Smuts -Isekai
Lorelei2 · 24.6K Views

Oops, I Married a Demon Queen: And Her Succubus Friend Tagged Along!

Ari was the most useless priest in the kingdom, a man whose faith lay at the bottom of a wine jug and in the arms of the girls at "The Silk Rose." His life of sinning and absolving is shattered when his childhood love, the glorious Templar Captain Thalassa, returns to his life. A fateful accident in ancient ruins transforms the holy maiden into a Demon Queen and her best friend into a voluptuous Succubus. Trapped, terrified, and fearing the Church's purge, Ari offers them the only way out—a plan so shameless only he could have conceived it. "You're completely insane!" Thalassa said. "Marry you? Both of us?" "It's a terrible sacrifice, I know," Ari said, his voice trembling with a contained—and completely fake—emotion as his gaze drifted again, almost by accident, to Vespera's curves. "To give up my life of... of chastity and celibacy... for your safety. To bear the burden of having two impossibly beautiful and powerful wives..." His gaze, unseen by them, lost itself for a moment in the vivid memory of the naked hologram of Vespera that had appeared just minutes before. Oh, yes, he thought to himself, maintaining his martyred expression with award-winning conviction. The sacrifice... it's going to be tough. So tough. I'll have to endure it every day and every night. What a heavy cross I must bear. Thus begins the strange double life of a priest, his Demon Queen wife, and his other Succubus wife, as they try to manage a secret dungeon, keep up appearances in town, and, above all, survive their new and chaotic marriage. [Author's Note] Welcome! This novel contains Harem and explicit sexual scenes (R-18). It is an erotic story focused on humor, power fantasy, and character dynamics. Don't look for deep meaning or strict plot consistency. Zero-Tolerance Policy: THERE WILL BE NO NTR! Ari doesn't share. Period. If you're looking for a fun adventure with a perverted protagonist, powerful demon girls, and plenty of tension... you've come to the right place. WARNING: THE PROTAGONIST IS NOT OP. DON'T BLAME ME IF HE DOESN'T MEET YOUR EXPECTATIONS.
HaremLover001 · 5K Views

EVEN AS A SLAVE, THE HEAVENLY DEMON’S MIGHT SHALL TAME THE BEAUTIES

[Warning: Mature content R-18 ] My tags: Smart Mc - Harem - Milf Hunter- Op Mc - Cold and cunning Mc - edgy-Op-Mc, NO YURI, smut- romance-massacre. As flames scorched the land and blood painted the soil, a lone figure stood atop a mountain of fallen demigods and chosen apostles, his blade—a masterpiece of folded steel—dripping with the blood of those who dared to invade. The gods had taken everything: his clan, his love, leaving him with nothing but wrath. They had made one critical mistake, however—they had crossed into Makaiyama (魔界山), the sacred mountain of Ryukoku’s most feared legend: the Heavenly Demon. Beyond the veil of space and time, celestial beings gazed in shock. “Impossible…” one god whispered, watching as the Heavenly Demon, armed with nothing but raw skill and a dark aura, felled three divine kin. Rage flared across their ranks as they saw their immortal kin fall to mere mortal swordsmanship, untainted by magic. Even as the Heavenly Demon staggered, weapons lodged deep into his body, he fixed his gaze forward, crimson eyes blazing with defiance. His obsidian katana, blood-soaked, pierced the peak of Makaiyama like a stake driven into the heart of heaven itself. His voice echoed in the darkness between life and death, and there, in the chasm of despair, a metallic whisper resonated: “[Project God Executioner has been activated.]" "[Accept?]" the voice asked. With a heart ablaze, he swore vengeance. He would rise—not as a puppet, but as the gods' executioner.
Rene_Tokiori · 87.6K Views

Skill Forge: Broken Extra Character

Amidst the eerie silence of an unfamiliar hall, a cacophony of confused voices rose, mingling in a chorus of bewilderment. "Where are we?" "What happened?" "I thought I died!" Each utterance hung in the air, a testament to the collective disbelief gripping the room. As the haze of confusion lifted, disjointed memories surfaced, fragments of lives cut short by tragedy. "I remember... I was stabbed..." ventured one voice, echoed by another's affirmation of a similar fate. "I... I died in a plane crash," muttered a third, only to be met with a stunned agreement from a fellow survivor. Amidst the chaos of bewildered voices, one man stood apart, his expression a mask of contemplation amidst the turmoil. As his companions recounted their brushes with death, his mind churned with questions, each more confounding than the last. "I got shot... I remember it vividly," he murmured to himself, his voice barely audible above the din. "So how am I still here?" The enigma of their shared resurrection gnawed at him, compelling him to seek answers in the depths of his memories. With each revelation of a paired demise—a male and female, bound by the same tragic fate—a flicker of recognition ignited within him. "This... this seems familiar," he mused, the pieces of a puzzle slowly coalescing in his mind. But the picture remained incomplete, obscured by the fog of uncertainty that shrouded their surroundings. As the words "pairs, pairs, pairs" echoed in his mind like a cryptic mantra, a sudden realization struck him with the force of a revelation. "It can't be... don't tell me..." he whispered, his voice trembling with disbelief. With a sense of urgency, he began to scan his surroundings, searching for any sign or clue that could confirm his suspicions. Then, as if guided by an unseen force, his gaze shifted upwards, and there, bathed in an ethereal light, stood an angelic figure with golden apparel, its gaze fixed upon him with a warm smile. The sight took his breath away, filling him with a mixture of awe and trepidation. The man's heart raced as faced a real angel, his mind struggling to comprehend the surreal encounter unfolding before him. The angel's words, spoken with an air of amusement, only deepened the enigma shrouding their meeting. "I never expected anyone to notice me," the angel remarked, a hint of playfulness in its voice. "I was concealing my presence to let everyone fully calm down, but to think someone noticed me. Just who are you?" Ethan's disbelief and confusion intensified at the angel's question. "Eh... Ethan Rivers," he stammered, his voice barely above a whisper. As Aurelia, the angel, finally revealed himself to the bewildered assembly, a hush fell over the room, each soul drawn in by his radiant presence and commanding aura. Ethan's gaze lingered on Aurelia. "Greetings, lost souls," Aurelia declared, his voice resonating with a majestic power that seemed to fill the very air around them. "I am Aurelia, and I shall be your guide to your new life." As Aurelia extended his arms in a gesture of welcome, Ethan felt a surge of rage and hesitation, "This it bad, really bad."
Dark_Eyez · 1.1M Views

Darling: Don't Open That Door

My lips were tightly shut. My expression—blank. As if I didn’t understand the meaning behind his gaze, now sharper than ever. His fingers traced slowly along my jawline. The motion was calm. Measured. Too careful to be called affectionate. “So naive,” he whispered, barely audible. “Your breath... unchanged. Even your heartbeat is steady.” He leaned in. His lips brushed the skin beneath my ear—warm, but not seductive. A mere distraction. “These eyes... don’t lie. But they’re not completely honest either, are they?” His left hand slid to my back, tracing down my shoulder blades, then lower—to my waist. And stopped. Still. As if checking something. “Do you realize...” he continued, his voice soft yet piercing, “...of all the people who’ve seen my darkest side... you’re the only one who didn’t run.” I stayed silent. Just blinked once more, then gave a faint smile. “And why would I run?” My voice was light. Playful. I even let out a small laugh, more like a sigh. He didn’t laugh back. His gaze remained deep. His hand still touched my cheek—cold, scented with metal and leather. And then I... ...smiled. Genuinely. I leaned up slightly, raised his face gently with both hands, and kissed his cheek. The kiss left no mark, just a soft sound: chu — sweet, innocent. Almost like a child trying to show love. “Oh! You must be tired,” I said lightly. “I only made fish soup tonight, but the cuts are... kind of a mess.” I tugged gently at the hem of his shirt—playful, affectionate. Pulling him to hover directly over me. I slowly lay back on the bed, though my feet still touched the floor. My gaze never left him—looking up from the most vulnerable position. “But don’t ask why the cuts turned out so ugly,” I added with a small giggle. “Because earlier, the knife—” “The knife?” He interrupted. Flat voice. I nodded slowly, my eyes still bright. “Yeah, it’s so heavy! Where did you even buy it? Sharp, scary... but cool. Like... the kind used by a serial killer! Hehe~” For a few seconds, his expression shifted. Not angry. Not bothered. But... something changed. As if his mind had just collided with a memory that should’ve stayed locked away. Then, still calm, he said: “Don’t use that knife again. You could get hurt.” His fingers slipped into my hair—gentle, yet cold. “Tomorrow, I’ll give you a new one. Something that suits your hands better.” Then his lips lowered again. To my neck. At first, it tickled. But it quickly turned into something deeper than clumsy affection. Our breathing grew uneven. His body pressed heavily over mine, making the bed creak with every move.
Civia_Writes · 1.7K Views