The Blood Of Madam Gissle

In the mortal world of Ireas, only those born with divine gifts can cultivate into immortals. But Sophie, an ordinary girl with no powers, is barely surviving. Her parents sold their souls to demonic cultivators to save her, but failed to repay their debt. Now, the demons have come to collect... from her. Alone, powerless, and hunted, Sophie’s fate seems sealed, until Axeden, the mysterious and cold God of Fire, descends from the heavens. His claim? She is his fiancée. His mission? A secret even the gods dare not speak. As a forgotten curse begins to awaken and hidden memories stir within her, Sophie finds herself trapped in a divine web of lies, love, and fate. He came to betray her… But will he end up breaking the heavens to protect her?

The world ended before he could take his own life. Yash Roy had nothing left — no family, no future, only debt and despair. But when the sky cracked open and forgotten gods awakened, Yash was chosen by something ancient. Not to become a hero — but to survive. With white eyes, ash-stained skin, and a broken soul, he begins building a shelter for the lost. This is not the story of a savior. This is the story of a boy who lost everything… and still chose to protect others.

> A legendary warrior reborn into a world of swords and kingdoms... Altan remembers a past life of sacrifice, pain, and leadership. But in this new world, he begins as a child—lost, quiet, and burning with ambition. Watch as he grows from a forgotten soul into a king who will unite or destroy entire realms. This is not just a tale of war. It is the rise... of Altan.

Power. Control. Loyalty. Ken Rowland built an empire on these principles, molding orphans into legends who owed him everything. No one challenged him-until Mia. A quiet, unreadable child, she watched him with eyes too knowing for her age. She spoke little, obeyed without question, yet carried a past she refused to share. What had she seen? Why did she feel different? Meanwhile, Ken is forced into the spotlight with Nora Kensington, his elegant but indifferent fiancée. A waltz at a grand ball rekindles the illusion of their perfect match-until the weight of expectation pushes them toward a future neither truly wants. Is he truly in control of his own destiny? And what will he do when the ghosts of Mia's past finally come knocking?

“When the Hollowed came, they didn’t just kill us. They erased us.” In a forgotten corner of the world, a massacre leaves young Kael Ardyn as the sole survivor of his village. The attackers were not beasts, but something worse—Hollowed, cursed remnants of the dead that devour memories instead of flesh. No graves were left. No names remembered. But one soul refused to fade. His younger sister, Lyra, now lingers inside a cursed blade—her voice echoing in Kael’s mind, growing colder with every swing. Taken in by a hidden order called the Veilwardens, Kael learns to wield Soulcraft, a forbidden art that binds the dead into living weapons. Each battle chips away at what remains of Lyra’s spirit… and Kael’s humanity. As Kael delves deeper into the Order’s secrets, he uncovers a horrifying truth: the Hollowed weren’t born from chaos… They were created. To destroy the monsters and the system that made them, Kael must become something far worse. This is not a story of heroes. It’s the blood-soaked requiem of the forsaken.

WARNING: DARK AND MATURE CONTENT. Readers discretion advised. Serena Alaric wanted nothing more than a quiet life, far from the shadows of her family’s dark past. But when masked enforcers storm her home and drag her into the clutches of the Council of Vitae, she learns her blood is the key to a deadly legacy she never asked for. Lucian Draven is the cold and ruthless leader of a powerful mafia syndicate, cursed to endure unimaginable pain. The Council claims Serena is his only salvation. Yet beneath the Council’s polished facade lies a web of lies, experiments, and betrayal that runs far deeper than either of them imagined. Forced into an uneasy alliance and given a time limit to produce an heir, Serena and Lucian must navigate a treacherous world of power and manipulation, where trust is a rare commodity. As they uncover the truth about the Council’s sinister plans, their hatred begins to give way to something unexpected—a bond forged in fire and blood. But with enemies closing in from all sides and time running out, Serena and Lucian must decide: will they fight their fates, or embrace the dangerous connection that could either save them, or destroy them both?

Princess Seraphina of Valthera—brilliant, beloved heir to the throne—is framed for regicide by her half-brother Prince Edric and his scheming fiancée, Lady Isolde. Publicly humiliated and executed by guillotine, she dies screaming curses at the traitors. But the gods are not done with her. She awakens in her 15-year-old body, 5 years before her execution, with fragmented memories of her past life. This time, she vows: no mercy, no hesitation. Armed with future knowledge, forbidden blood magic, and a ruthless intellect, Seraphina will burn the entire royal court to ashes before they can betray her again.

Blood is all there is. Vita is all that gives. After the suicide of the High Monarch, the Senvia Empire is thrown into chaos. Denegis Blanc, Second Son of Blood Denegis, finds his peaceful life thrown into chaos. With peace gone, what will he do? In a world where power is inherited through veins and destiny is written in vitas, what remains when the old order dies?

“Every year, a girl is taken. This time, Elira volunteered—only she didn’t.” In a remote village where vampire lords demand a tithe of blood, sixteen-year-old Elira is sacrificed to protect her younger sister. But when she arrives at the ancient and cursed estate of Lord Calvorn, she discovers the blood tithe is not just a cruel tradition—it’s a trap wrapped in secrets, power, and prophecy. Haunted by forbidden dreams, stalked by a northern vampire who speaks in riddles, and marked by a power she doesn’t yet understand, Elira begins to unravel a legacy buried by centuries of silence. The estate pulses with ancient magic. The mirrors whisper her name. And the master of the house watches her too closely… as though he remembers something she has yet to recall. In a house of monsters, what if the real danger is the blood in her own veins? Fans of slow-burn romantic tension, gothic intrigue, and dark court politics will fall into the shadows with Elira—where nothing is as it seems, and every drop of blood tells a story.

Every fifteen years, the secret temple on Akalora island opens its gate, calling upon fate, blood and ancient power. Avira is just a curious island girl. Zavian, a noble son of the water clans. They were only teenagers when they crossed the forbidden line by awakening the sacred Kaustubha gem. The boy got crowned. The girl disappeared. But fifteen years later, the sea strikes again and fate demands to drawn everyone in itself.

In a world where humanity is no longer the apex predator but livestock for the monstrous 'Eaters', Rio saw his world devoured. Forced to watch his mother's brutal murder from the confines of a closet, he made a vow fueled by hatred: he would hunt down every last one of them. Plunged into a hidden war, Rio is taken in by the last of a legendary monster-slaying clan. He trains relentlessly, mastering forbidden techniques that grant him impossible speed and power at the cost of his own body. But the Eaters are not just mindless beasts; they are an empire with a chilling hierarchy, a dark purpose, and a conspiracy that has already infected the core of human civilization. Now, as he begins his hunt, Rio discovers a terrifying truth: the line between hunter and hunted is blurring, and the greatest monsters may not be the ones with fangs, but the ones who offer salvation. To achieve his revenge, he must become a weapon—but how do you slay the devil without becoming a demon yourself?

In a world where purity of blood defines worth, and the highborn cultivate power under Heaven's decree, those born of "tainted blood" are condemned to servitude, silence, or slaughter. But from the filth and ash of this cruel order, a boy rises — not with prayers, nor with vengeance… but with perfect, calculated coldness. Mo Tianyin, born without privilege, without hope, carries no delusions of justice. What he seeks is not rebellion… but replacement. His mind is sharper than steel, his heart colder than the grave, and every step he takes is a move against a thousand-year tyranny. He will lie, sacrifice, and slaughter — not for glory, not for love — but to build a world where the sky itself can bleed. He is the shadow beneath Heaven. And shadows do not kneel.

Stories of Dracula, the crimson king. Something different from what have been told. The dream returned again, thick with fog and the stench of old blood. Elara stood barefoot on blackened soil, surrounded by whispering shadows. A voice echoed through the mist — ancient, intimate. “Izolda…” She didn’t recognize the name, yet it struck something buried deep, like a cracked bell in her bones. She woke before dawn, heart pounding. Behind her ear, blood trickled from a place no wound should be. She dabbed it with trembling fingers and stared at the smear of red. It was the third time this month. At first, she told herself it was stress. Nerves. Imagination. But when three monks arrived that morning cloaked in silence and dusk-colored robes, her doubts unraveled. “You’ve heard the Call,” the eldest said. “The Seal weakens.” They knew her name. They spoke of an order older than kings. And of a man — a monster — bound beneath soil and stone. Dracula. Elara’s blood remembered things her mind could not. And now, the past clawed its way forward — not as memory, but as prophecy.

The Draken Continent is a land of riches, magic, and war. But for a nameless slave who once lived a peaceful life, it's a land that stole everything from him—his family, his home, and his dignity. Once the son of a humble schoolteacher, he watched his parents executed in the public square for a crime they didn't commit. At sixteen, he was sold like cattle and trained to kill for nobles who saw him as nothing more than a disposable weapon. Now, bleeding out on the battlefield, he laughs at the irony of it all. The world only respects one thing—Strength. As death wraps around him, a mysterious voice offers him a choice. One question: "Do you desire strength?" This is the story of a broken boy who rises from blood and ashes to challenge fate itself. In a world ruled by power, he will carve a name that even the gods will remember. Pain built him. War forged him. Now, strength will define him.

In this world where monsters roam-They were not born of nature, nor were they created by God. There is only one thing that is certain: The origin of every nightmare... was humanity. Jealousy. Desire. Arrogance. From these emotions, darkness took form, and monsters were born. But who truly created them? And why? This story does not begin with an answer-It begins with a single question. Guided by that question, Five strangers from different parts of the world set foot in Japan. They do not yet know. That nightmares beyond imagination await them there. And now, the curtain rises. A story of a silent hell-Where common sense and hope will be shattered.

treated worthless in his own clan and people, a powerless boy lives like a loser in a world ruled by magic and nobility. With no attributes, no magic, and no title, he’s treated as nothing more than an NPC in his own life. His only light—his girlfriend—abandons him for a powerful noble who is going to become a top and poweful person, crushing what little hope he had left. But fate doesn’t forget. When a forgotten curse awakens in his bloodline, he rises not as a hero... but as vengeance reborn. This time, he won’t just chase justice—he’ll rewrite the world’s rules.

In a world ruled by elemental powers and bloodline legacies, Altair is an heir who has never known his origins. Growing up in the depths of the underworld with his grandfather, Altair lived as a hunter—until one day, his home became the battlefield between two great kingdoms. In his fury and sorrow after his grandfather’s death, Altair undergoes an awakening—awakening a rare power known as Steel Debris, an unmelting metal that bends only to his will. From the ruins of tragedy, he discovers a letter and a map that guide him to search for the remnants of his family on the surface world.

YOU EVER DELIVER PANEER TIKKA AND WAKE UP AS A F*CKING COSMIC TIME BOMB? Ashvael Raut was a nobody—just another poor bastard dodging potholes and police on Mumbai’s streets, delivering food and barely scraping by. His only goals? Feed his sister. Stay invisible. Die old. But fate had other plans—and it bit him in the f*cking neck. One wrong turn down a jungle highway, and Ash found a bleeding man lying in the middle of the road. No ID. No heartbeat. Just a stare that split reality in half… and teeth sharp enough to tear destiny apart. Since then? Sh*t’s broken. • The city glitches like a bad signal. • Dead languages pour from his mouth like venom. • Shadows whisper names even gods forgot. • And worst of all—Ash sees through the skin of the world… and it sees him back. What crawled inside him that night wasn’t human. It was ancient. It was hungry. And now it’s waking up. Secret cults want to gut him open and drink what’s inside. Government freakshows want to turn him into a weapon. And somewhere deep beneath the city—something older than gods is calling him by name. Ash didn’t ask for this. But if the world wants a monster? Then it’s time they f*cking met one. #MumbaiIsWatching #UrbanMythCore #YouAreTheCurse #GodsBleedToo #DeliveryBoyFromHell Side Effects May Include: Sudden memory loss, prophetic nightmares, spontaneous teleportation, and an uncontrollable urge to burn everything that breathes. Read at your own f*cking risk. "Some inherit thrones. Others inherit extinction." THERE WILL BE NO CHAPTER ON SUNDAY'S

London, 1820 A kingdom shrouded in darkness. A bloodline cursed by power. A legacy of silver and shadows. Centuries ago, a king's insatiable thirst for power turned him into a monster—a vampire. His dark transformation left a curse upon his descendants: the Silver Blood, a gift and a torment. Silver Blood turns any weapon they wield into a force capable of slaying vampires—and according to ancient legend, holds the power to restore vampires to humanity. But no one knows if this power is salvation… or damnation. Maverick Crus Beecham, or Marx, is no stranger to the shadows. As the most skilled of the kingdom’s Special Soldier Night Guards, Marx has dedicated his life to protecting the realm. Yet when his stern uncle, Lawrence Beecham, unexpectedly sends him away for three months to inherit his title as Earl, Marx’s world takes an unforeseen turn. Enter Cherie, a mysterious and charismatic nobleman who exudes charm as easily as breathing. Their fateful meeting throws Marx into a whirlwind of intrigue, danger, and unspoken secrets. Despite their clashing personalities—Marx’s stoic discipline against Cherie’s playful magnetism—they are drawn together by a shared purpose, an enigmatic mission, and Cherie’s declaration of a "date" that feels more like destiny. “We should go through all of the ups and down, for better, for worse, until we are part by death” A tale of cursed bloodlines, enduring secrets, and unexpected romance, Sovereign of Silver Blood is a gothic adventure romance.

You are the sin I must erase. But first, I must understand." In a world where magic is bound within stones, people like Anna are an anomaly. Their power flows through their veins without a medium. An ancient blood gift, its origins forgotten even by those who bear it. The Inquisition calls it heresy. Officer Kiron is an executioner, tasked with purging the world of this corruption. When Anna returns to the city after her parents' death, their meeting is inevitable. Kiron is her best friend’s fiancé. He is calm and methodical. He breaks people like her into splinters. But after an explosion, when Anna saves his life using forbidden magic, an invisible bond forms between them. The one that should never have existed. Now, he hunts her not just as an inquisitor. There is hunger in his eyes, a craving for what the Inquisition has ordered him to hate. In her chest there is fear of a man whose fingers know how to snap the ribs of heretics. How can she protect herself from the Inquisition’s claws and avoid becoming a pawn in the games of power-hungry players when she’s just a piece on the board?

She provoked the most powerful and overbearing man in the city, and only the next day did she realize he was her immediate boss. She thought he was just a passerby in her life, but to her surprise, he became addicted to toying with her and had the audacity to show up at her door. "Wife, you have to take responsibility for me! I have your child!!" "Gong Beiming, can you have some shame?" The CEO actually pulled a little pink dumpling from behind his back and announced quite seriously, "This is indeed your own flesh and blood, you can't deny it!" "Mommy, I found you, yay!" The little pink dumpling flung herself at her, hugging her legs and acting cute and coquettish. Chi Xiaoyu was utterly confused. She had never been married, so how could she have a child? What was even more fatal was that this kid really did look exactly like her…

The King of Kingston , father of storms and steel is dying. The word rides salt winds and whisper smoke: his crown, his gold, his fleet of black-sailed ships, all free for the bold enough to claim them. he sends a message to his Four sons, four heirs, scattered by blood feuds and grudges older than their scars. Levi, who bends kingdoms like storms bend trees. Benjamin, who turned gutter thieves into silk-draped nobles. Esau, the ghost prince exiled to the sea’s edge. Aziz, rebel blade, the bastard who vowed never to bow. But blood means nothing when the throne promises everything. Two brothers already weigh blades in the dark, each willing to kill the rest to be crowned alone. Beyond the royal veins, worse shadows gather the warlords he once bribed and chained now circle Kingston’s dying heart, hungry to carve up his kingdom before his bones are cold. Power is Arcane-born, faith-forged and mercy is the first to drown. In the end, only one lion roars loud enough to rule.

Izabella and her family are on the run from her psychopath father. the police can't keep them safe and it's only a matter of time before he finds them. Jumping from school to school Izabella feels like she is running on borrowed time. On top of all that she seems to be juggling the unwanted attention of the school hottie. unfortunately for him, Izabella must go on the run once again to get away and along the way meets a mysterious man that she can't get out of her head. will Izabella be able to overcome all the obstacles destiny is throwing her way in order to find her true love and happiness or will she lose everything she holds dear.

In Ravelyn, power is not learned—it’s unleashed. Every soul carries the mark of the beast. When emotions break loose, so does the flesh. Men grow claws in rage. Women sprout wings in despair. Magic is a memory; all that’s left is the ruin of instinct and the monsters it births. Ivar was born different. While others lose control to transform, he becomes something else entirely—more composed, more focused, more dangerous. His calm is a trigger, not a leash. Cast out from the orphanage for being too unpredictable in his stillness, Ivar is left to fend for himself in a town that devours its broken. But something—someone—is watching him from the cliffs. She speaks little, and when she does, her words feel like puzzles. Wild, sharp-eyed, and living where no one dares go, the girl offers no comfort—only questions. And Ivar, for the first time, begins to wonder if being a beast is the only path in this world… or if there’s something worse. As Ravelyn’s wounds fester and strange powers begin to stir again, Ivar finds himself at the center of a quiet storm—one that might tear the world open.

The Sanguinarian Empire spans oceans, its banners soaked in stolen blood and broken promises. In the middle isles, resistance is annihilated beneath silver tipped boots,ancient powers stir-forgotten gods hungry for power, their shadows creeping through shattered kingdoms and whispered prayers In the land fractured by war, corruption, conquest, and faith twisted into chains, the people rise in desperate rebellion. Some seek justice. Others are hungry for vengeance. All are pawns in a game older than time. Where empires are built on bones and the divine -weave their schemes in fire and blood . The people are forced to obey in silence. Among them walks Lucian—Raised in the palace halls yet his true place a secret even from himself. He moves through a world of shifting loyalties and lies, haunted by the shadows of both mortal and divine. His fate was written in scars nobody else could see. when the fragile balance is destroyed, Lucian finds himself swallowed by a darkness older than the gods themselves. what he becomes in that silence will echo through the kingdoms—though no one yet knows his name. In the shadows of gods returned and empires crumbling, a new force awakens. A heart forged in Iron. And the fire that comes will spark a reckoning the gods forgot.