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Who Will Win Dr Doom Or The Hulk

The Villains Must Win

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?"
MiuNovels · 161K Views

The Will of Threads

Prologue: The Loom of Fate In the beginning, darkness reigned—an endless void untouched by time. From that void, a single thread of light emerged, weaving itself into the fabric of reality. This became the Loom of Fate, the source of all willpower and the beginning of all things. Hidden from mortal reach, the Loom weaves the lives of all beings, connecting destinies across time and space. It is said that those who can see its threads can manipulate reality itself, but only with unyielding belief—the essence of willpower. In Eryndor, belief is power. It binds the Threads of Fate, shaping destiny and defying the inevitable. Those who master this power become the Knights of the Thread—guardians whose belief is so strong that it forges their willpower into tangible threads. These threads weave around them like armor, enhancing their strength, speed, and skill. Yet, even among the Knights, twelve beings known as the Saints stand above all, their willpower so absolute that they shape reality itself. But power invites darkness. In the shadows, Warpers seek to corrupt the threads, bending reality to their will. They are the antithesis of the Knights, wielding willpower not as guardians, but as manipulators. Thus, the battle for the Loom rages on, an eternal struggle between creation and corruption, destiny and defiance. Amidst this chaos, a young man stands at the crossroads of fate. Magnus Alaric Seymour, born of noble blood yet hidden from the world, carries within him the legacy of the strongest Knights. His grandparents are among the five unknown Rank 17 Knights, the closest to the Loom, and his parents are Rank 16 Knights, their willpower unmatched by all but the Saints. Yet, Magnus knows nothing of his lineage. To him, the Loom is a legend, and the Knights are heroes of myth. All he knows is the burning desire within him—the yearning to protect, to grow stronger, to find his purpose in a world where power defines existence. His journey is intertwined with others, including Eulalia Persephone Abla, a fallen noblewoman whose strength and sorrow mirror his own. To her, Magnus is a wanderer, a man of mystery and quiet resolve. She tells him they can marry if he becomes a Knight, igniting a fire within him that strengthens his willpower threads. But the truth of his lineage could shatter everything they hold dear. The Loom watches, its threads weaving the tapestry of life, destiny, and willpower. In its web lies a prophecy—a whisper of change, of chaos, of a Knight who will either save the world or bring it to ruin. Magnus’s journey begins now, a journey of belief and sacrifice, of love and loss, of struggle and triumph. He will face beasts born of nightmares, warriors of unimaginable strength, and enemies who wield the threads of reality itself. He will confront the darkness within him, the fear of failure, and the weight of his legacy. But above all, he must learn the truth—that destiny is not given, but forged. And the threads of his willpower will either break or become unbreakable. For in the world of Eryndor, belief is everything. And Magnus Alaric Seymour must learn to believe in himself before he can shape his destiny. The Loom of Fate awaits, its threads whispering his name. And the tapestry of his life is yet to be woven.
TheShadowScholar · 3.8K Views

MUTATE or BURN, I will DESTROY the WORLD!

A sickle lodged deep in his neck, cold steel biting through flesh. Voices murmured around him, debating his fate as blood poured in thick rivulets, staining the ground beneath him. His vision wavered, the world blurring at the edges. Fragments of memory surfaced, slipping through his grasp as darkness crept in. With faltering breath, he muttered a prayer. "Pitiful child," a voice crooned, its melody both soothing and unsettling. Then—screeching tires. A violent crash. From nowhere, a truck barreled through the alley, crushing him and his murderers beneath its weight. The world went silent. Kevin awoke. The question of where he was lingered in his mind, yet he could feel it. An eerie, suffocating void stretched around him, vast and oppressive. There was no warmth, no sound, only the weight of nothingness pressing down, as if his very soul could wither away. "Pitiful child," the voice whispered again, its presence weaving through the void. "Love evades you. Singled out, discarded, assumed to be nothing. No one would mourn your disappearance." A flicker of sadness crossed Kevin’s face. "But there is no redemption for you here either. You will serve as a tool for my adversary, fulfilling what I cannot. Your existence has granted me this moment, and in return, you will perish as you were always meant to. Your memories of this life and our encounter will fade" A hand emerged from the abyss, pale and grotesque, reaching for him. Kevin’s very being twisted. A sensation beyond pain, beyond fear—something worse. An unbearable pressure built inside him, warping his essence, as though he were unravelling, torn apart from within. Then came the rage. A lifetime of being used, manipulated, and discarded. Again and again, others had shaped his fate, moulding him to their will. Even now, even here, the cycle continued. No more. Through the agony, he roared. "I will not be what you want or what anyone wants. Even without my memories, I will hunt, I will devour, and I will carve my own path. It doesn’t matter if you are a god or the devil” The entity smiled. "I am no god. I am no devil. " Its voice echoed, a whisper and a thunderclap all at once. "I am A@#!@ro♧h!!"
Martin_Moorning · 4.2K Views

Mated To The Pack’s Doom

“Did you perhaps think I would accept you, the runt of the pack as well as someone destined to bring us doom just because you are my mate? If you ever thought so, then you are incredibly naïve.” He said looking down at me condescendingly. “Then just reject me and let me leave the pack please.” I screamed, already at my wits end. “Oh little redhead, do squash whatever hopes you have of running away because, I, the Alpha of the Blue River pack promise that I will never reject you as long as I live. Instead I will make you suffer so much that you will lose whatever courage you have in you to bring doom.” He declared after he grabbed my face and made me look right into his obsidian eyes. Eyes that seem to see through my soul and uncover my deepest darkest desire. Arielle Hale, born on the lunar eclipse and dubbed a child destined to bring woe to the pack narrowly escapes death and is given a chance to live on. She is then brought up as the runt of the pack and abused till she had no will of her own. She has a plan though. Leave the pack on the day of the new Alpha’s coronation and never come back. Her plan is full proof but fate has other plans. Declared as the mate of the newly crowned Alpha, she has no choice but to stay on. Like other tales, there should be a rejection but this Alpha has other plans. Keep your friends closer and your enemies even closer. Lucinda’s world is plunged into a world of chaos, pain, pleasure and surprisingly love. It is soon revealed that the tale is not only Lucinda’s as another person lurks in the shadow. Follow the story of the Cursed Alpha’s Mate as this is not your usual tale but one of twists, turns and surprises.
Kiara_Nicole · 24K Views
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