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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.

He was the laziest man on Earth. When Qin Ye died, no one even noticed. But the heavens did. Reborn into a ruthless cultivation world as a baby, Qin Ye swore to change. From that day on, he worked harder than anyone else — training day and night to forge his destiny with his own hands. Then it happened. At eighteen, a mysterious Villain System binds to him. A system that promises ultimate power for doing... absolutely nothing. “Why train? Just lie down and let the system do everything,” it says. Qin Ye doesn’t buy it. He trains harder. He fights smarter. He uses the system — but never trusts it. As chosen ones fall and heroes die, Qin Ye climbs, not with cheats, but with scars. But in the shadows, the truth is darker than he imagined — the systems are not tools, but chains. And the ones holding the leash are watching from the Upper Realms. When a celestial young master descends to harvest the systems and reclaim Qin Ye’s soul, he finally understands. This world is a trap. And he’s the first villain who dares to break it. #System #VillainMC #HardWork #Reincarnation #Rebirth #NoCheatMC #Anti-System #UpperRealm #ManualCultivation #OPMC (Legit)

My world called me a monster. A demon. And… they weren’t wrong. My sins alone were enough to kill me. After all, my entire squad was slaughtered… by my own hand. I was supposed to die for it. But they denied me that right. That promise. So when peace was declared, I made them regret it. I brought their kingdom to its knees… starting with their king’s head. They threw me into a cell. To be whipped. Cut. Even Burned. Scarred every inch of my body. Then... I was summoned. Dragged from one world to another, still shackled, my sins exposed for all to see. Now, they too call me a monster. A sinner bound to the Sin Art System. My title? "The Butcher of Mercy." I expected death. I welcomed it. But instead… I met her. Princess Koralei. A royal with no leash in her hand, no fear in her striking silver eyes. She defied her crown and chose me. Me... as her guard in the Kingdom Games. A monster. A killer. Her only chance to survive. I still don’t know what that means. But when I look at her… I see the chains she hides. The scars behind her smile. And for some reason… I want to break them. The Games were never meant to be fair. People like me were never meant to survive them. But if I fight… I fight for her. If I win… I might save her. And if I find who made her bleed? I’ll might just burn their kingdom to the ground… just like the last one. ------------------------------------------------------------ Writing Schedule: 4 -5 per week (1500 words chapters)

Noah dies young, angry, and beautiful—and wakes up in the ruins of a world that’s already ended. Chosen as one of a hundred “god candidates,” he’s given one chance: build a civilization, gather followers, and ascend to godhood in a land haunted by monsters and the echoes of dead divinity. While others choose practical tools—torches, blades, compasses—Noah, of course, picks the one thing no sane person would: a deck of ancient tarot cards. Only one card reveals itself: The Fool. It’s not a weapon. It’s not even useful. But it is fate. And Noah doesn’t play fair. With every evolution, new cards awaken—each a fragment of mystery, power, or something far darker. As he survives trial after trial, Noah begins to draw men to him: warriors, beasts, mercenaries, even rivals—bodies built for war, loyalty, and sin. They kneel for him. They fight for him. But gods are born lonely, and Noah knows how desire can be a leash just as easily as a blade. He may have started as the weakest link in a broken world. But even fools can become gods. And Noah? He plans to make them all fall—one by one.

Born in chains. Trained to kill. Left to die. Mae-Bi was the lowest of the Demonic Cult’s assassins — a cursed tool, leashed by the Blood Blade Lord and forced to serve. He was nothing more than a weapon, one heartbeat away from death. Then came the mission that changed everything. Sent to kill a man even the Cult feared, Mae-Bi failed — and died. But death didn’t take him. The man he tried to assassinate gave him something worse: a second chance And a system. Mae-Bi wakes up in his eighteen-year-old body with a system in his head and decades of blood-soaked memory. The cult still lives. The cursed centipede still twists in his chest. But this time? He’s not their hound. He’s the blade at their throat. Also to clarify upfront: No romance. No harem. Just martial bloodshed, betrayal, and survival. This is Murim at its most brutal. And revenge is only the beginning.

Lucien Blackmoore makes his living offering contracts most people don’t even bother to read all the way through. He's known as, The Crimson Broker. Anything you want or need: favors, promotions, love, secrets. The only cost? Whatever piece of your soul you’re willing to sell, in a city built on debt. At his side is the Ledger—a sentient, datapad, bound and connected to his soul. It tracks every deal, every breach, every whisper of a broken promise. It feeds him intel, tightens the leash on those who try to run, and sometimes... it speaks back granting boons and abilities. Lucien doesn’t do violence, he doesn’t need to. A few words in the right ear, a signature in the wrong place, and someone else does the dirty work. A rival broker, Cassian has been stirring things up—sloppy sigils, ambushes on street markets, pulling strings Lucien didn’t see coming. Lucien’s got an underground network to protect, clients to keep in line, and a voice in his head that keeps reminding him: "Debt always demands its dues." And some debts... they cost more than you'd think.

In the cold heart of the Lunaris Kingdom, destiny is written in blood and sealed by pheromones. Each year, the royal mating ball binds noble Alphas to their destined Omegas. For Prince Lucian—pureblood, untouchable, undefeated—it’s just another tradition. Until her. Lady Seraphina Ashbourne. The heir of a powerful house. Beautiful, prideful, untouchable. And smelling of jasmine fire. Lucian’s instincts scream she is his mate. But the bond doesn’t settle. The mark doesn’t hold. And worse—she dares to resist him. When dominance meets defiance, and fate meets rebellion, their world will ignite. But in a kingdom where love is a luxury and power is survival… who truly holds the leash? Daily updates: 1–2 chapters Every 5 comments = 1 bonus chapter Every 2 reviews = 1 bonus chapter 1 Golden Ticket = 1 bonus chapter Only if you feel like it, of course ;)

"Just let me off myself!" "No!" "What if I say please?" "Seriously?" Life wasn't easy for the tragically beautiful Historiah Kurusso, and in an attempt to end it all, she made it harder for herself. She was now stuck like a dog on a leash, specially supervised by someone whom she resented to the point of tears. But little did she know her life was about to be shaken and turned inside out, like a hurricane coming through a city.

Insanity is just your opinion, man... Bexley Finch was the Nekomancer — a max-level hero with magic, power, and a harem of loyal catgirls who adored him. Then the System kicked him back to Earth. No stats. No spells. No Nekos. But Bexley remembers. And he needs them back — even if that means reshaping the world, rewriting reality, and bending minds to fit the life he lost. Only... the System isn’t done with him. And it’s not just the Nekos being reprogrammed. As memories shift and desires warp, Bexley’s quest for love turns into a waking nightmare — where every thought he has might not be his own. Nekomancer: The Return is a darkly absurd LitRPG psychological horror exploring mind control, loss, and the terrifying possibility of what happens when life is a leash which inevitably leads to the System. Warning: This story contains themes of manipulation, compromised consent, and psychological control. It does not glorify these elements — it dismantles them. -- This book is currently available on Amazon at https://www.amazon.com/dp/B0DG8R14XQ and I will finish posting it all after September (when KDP ends). If you are enjoying it and want to read it before then, you can read it there. I will also start posting it in Patreon.com/lucasthorn with additional notes and thoughts for each chapter. :) --

If the world hadn’t already ended, Warren Smith would’ve become a serial killer. He was built for it cold, precise, methodical. Not driven by rage or trauma, but by a hunger for control. A creature of discipline and detachment. In the old world, he would’ve been studied. Hunted. Locked away. But the old world is long gone. Centuries ago, something broke everything broke. Civilization collapsed under its own weight, swallowed by unchecked ambition, mass failure, and rot. The cities fell. The satellites died. People learned to fear silence because silence meant they’d been forgotten. And then, hundreds of years later, came the System. Sold as a cure. Marketed as salvation. A new architecture to stitch the ruins back together. Embedded in human minds through chips and fragments, it offered power, skills, survival. It promised to lift the desperate into something more than just broken survivors. It lied. The System was never built to save anyone. It was a leash. A filter. A machine designed to manage what was left not fix it. It turned people into data. Into stats. Into expendable roles with preset fates. But Warren wasn’t part of that design. He’s what the System missed. What it couldn’t see. An Aberrant unregistered, unreadable, ungovernable. He moves through the shattered world not as a man, but as something becoming legend. A ghost in the mist. The silence before the violence. He doesn’t crave recognition. He doesn’t ask for power. He takes it quietly, completely, and without permission. Because Warren doesn’t survive the System. He dissects it. And what he builds from its broken parts is entirely his own. Even in a world of collapse and cruelty he’s the one thing still coming for Yellow Jacket is a post-apocalyptic, cyberpunk, stat-driven, hard sci-fi series with: a brutal anti-hero deep system mechanics cat-fueled chaos and a world built on lies.

I was the forgotten daughter, just a name in a noble family too busy praising my brothers. Then one royal decree changed everything. Now I, Elianna Halewyn, the fiancée of the crown prince. The cold, untouchable, terrifyingly perfect heir. Cael Virellith. Feared by kingdoms. Worshipped by the court. And obsessed with me. To the world, he’s power and poise. To me? He’s chaos in a crown. He calls me his queen… his pet… his everything. And when he looks at me like I’m his to destroy or worship, I forget how to breathe. But in the palace where love is a weapon and crowns are curses, there are whispers. About a prince born from shadows. A girl who was never meant to rule. And a love that just might ruin us both. Royalty. Obsession. Secrets. One girl caught in the eye of a dangerous love story. Ready to get consumed?

Book 1 of the McCabe Lykn Legacy In the very bad sense of the word? Emmaline has always been the odd one out, the outsider, the untouchable! As an Omega whose father was deemed a rogue killer, and a mother as a Lykn traitor, Emm was the unwanted omega of her pack. She was not to be helped, associated with, or even exist altogether if some Lykns had a say in the matter. But here she is, she existed. Forever overlooked, forever marginalized, her only solace is her wolf to keep her sane through each day, a sole fierce loyal friend, and concocting the next new level dessert flavors ever made. Her bane? waiting for a mate that will surely reject her, and a forbidden Love! Crush is too mild a word of what she is feeling right? Beautiful, perfect royal like Alpha Levi! Maybe in the next life... Levi is dealing with a major power struggle every day now since he shifted! EVERY FUCKING DAY! No, no... nothing is wrong with the pack, nothing is wrong with his unreasonably dotting fathers/Alphas, or his drive you through the wall crazy brothers! the little sister is an exception coz she is an angle...or is she? He is having an issue with HIMSELF! His soul sucking ascension into Alpha Dom, His uncontrollable dark magic...but most definitely his FUCKING OVERBEARING ASSHOLE of a wolf! Levi lived a life dictated by responsibility, greatness expected a pack to lead and family to love and protect! Who's got time for mating when you have all of this riding on your shoulders!??! No thank you, let's move on to better things! A fucking mind leash for the asshole wolf in me, and a strong potion to knock the magic out of me for a day! Oh Levi! you have no idea what this amazing Goddess has given you besides the asshole wolf: A mate that will make all things go south! In every good sense of the word! All right reserved to the Author E.F.ABIGAIL

"Reborn with fangs in a world that wants him leashed or dissected" After dying a nobody in Brooklyn's gutters, 40-year-old Leo wakes in his 18-year-old body with a shapeshifter's rage and a tribal bracelet burning Norse runes into his flesh. His newfound power to crush baseball bats (and bullies) comes with a price – each healed wound erases more of his humanity. But when shadowy operatives from Nightwatch Genetics corner him with silver bullets and a cloned doppelgänger, Leo discovers his meek father's lab holds mass graves of failed wolf-human hybrids. Now hunted by both the mafia and a 200-year-old werewolf cult, he must decode the sinister truth behind his mother's "accidental" death before the next blood moon completes his transformation... into the very monster he's vowed to destroy.

The Bloodforge squats in a valley of ash and bone, its obsidian heart pulsing with a hunger that could rip the Veil to shreds and drown the world in abyss. Three damned souls, forged in blood and betrayal, are chained to its call—each a blade honed by their own scars, each a spark that could ignite the end. Zorak Draven, a cursed outcast with a sigil that burns his chest and whispers of slaughter, hunts the forge’s shard to sever his soul from its leash. One wrong step, and the voices in his blood will claim him. Syris Vaelor, a priestess of the Emberheart, wields fire and defiance, her visions dragging her from temple dogma to a crucible of shadow. Her faith is her shield, but even gods bleed. Lirien Thorn, dragon-bonded commander of the Iron Bastion, rides Vyrath into the storm, her rider’s blade sworn to stop the forge’s awakening. Yet her clan’s secrets gnaw at her, and loyalty is a noose tightening around her neck. The Bloodforge doesn’t bargain. It devours. Shadow-wraiths claw from the Veil’s cracks, sorcerers weave treachery in the Accord’s halls, and a traitor’s knife waits in the dark. Zorak, Syris, and Lirien are no heroes—they’re blades clashing in a crucible of mistrust, desire, and desperation. Every choice is a wound: seize the shard and court annihilation, or shatter it and watch their world burn. In a realm where hope is a lie and power is a curse, Ember of the Shattered Veil is a brutal saga of vengeance, sacrifice, and the cost of defying fate. The forge is waking. The abyss is watching. And blood will decide.

The Red Flag Girl Some flames are born to destroy. Others, to seduce. Aurora Rae Winters arrives at Crownwood Excellence Academy wrapped in rumors—heiress to a ruthless empire, expelled for violence, and cloaked in silence. She's brilliant, beautiful, and terrifyingly composed. Rae doesn’t chase power. She is power—dripping in manipulation, hungry for control, and always ten steps ahead. Her mind is a maze no one escapes from untouched. Valentina Rose rules Crownwood’s halls with venom-laced charm and a mouth she can’t leash. The queen bee meets her match in Rae, and what begins as a war of words soon spirals into something much darker—a psychological game with no rules. But there’s someone else watching. A boy with secrets buried deep, who sees Rae not as a monster... but as a mirror. And for her, he would burn the world to ash—starting with Valentina. She looks like the villain. Valentina acts like one. But in the end… who's really the victim?

He’s a killer without a leash. She’s a girl with a price on her blood. Toki didn’t ask for redemption, he just wanted enough coin to stay drunk and out of trouble. But when a sharp-tongued noble girl hires him as her bodyguard, trouble comes dressed in silks and secrets. Kiyomi isn’t just some runaway with a stick up her sleeve, she’s the hidden daughter of the Emperor, and every bastard from here to the Capital wants a piece of her. Some for gold. Some for power. Some for darker things best left buried. Now they're stuck together on a journey soaked in blood, through crumbling villages, cursed ruins, and the ghosts of a forgotten world. But the greatest threat doesn’t come from demons or assassins. It comes from within. Because the monster in Toki’s chest is waking up again. And Kiyomi might be the only thing standing between him and the edge.

She was a storm he never saw coming. He was the silence that tore her apart. When Ava, a fierce and sharp-tongued college girl, is forced to move into her estranged stepbrother Jade’s home, sparks fly—but not the sweet kind. He’s cold, controlling, and impossibly gorgeous, ruling the house with clipped words and a twisted past. She’s everything he claims to hate—loud, reckless, and too tempting for her own good. What starts as a war of words turns into a dangerous game of dominance and desire. Ava refuses to be the obedient little pet he tries to leash, but Jade knows exactly how to bend her without breaking her… until lines blur and secrets unravel. But when trust is shattered and hearts bleed, Ava must decide: Is Jade her captor or her savior? This is not a love story. It’s a story of possession, obsession, and the kind of love that scars.

The Diary Of a deity who has long gone insane burdened by the weight of his infinite power he had lost the ability to think rationally whence this dairy is a precursor to the events that transpired before and after his decent into madness. It also holds ideas and half completed worlds and concept the all powerful God was working on before his leash on his sanity slowly eroded so be warned. The contents of this book are not for the light hearted Universe shaking secrets are held within this diary, secrets that threaten the fabric of reality if released to others.

Annah had no idea that her accidental meeting with the icy gray-eyed pureblood vampire in the academy would awaken the ancient appetite he’d long leashed tightly. Will she be able to resist Ricco after she learned that he desired her more than her blood? Or will she soon find out that there will be tragedy behind his affection?

Living with the criminals, spending a life of a normal person, having traits of a criminal and also that of a normie. As days pass, Alan, cannot get away from the leash of the undercity. What awaits for him? How will he tackle the adversities? Is there anyone for him? Will he accept anyone to be with him??...

Exile was never an option. They should've known he'd be back for blood. Teo Amanar was born a primordial vampire, gaining terrible powers at birth after devouring his mother's essence. Now seventeen and bound to the Hunter Association’s Extermination Squad, he is sent into deadly dungeons alone, treated as nothing more than a weapon on a leash. As his awakening nears, Teo believes it will grant him familiars and greater magical power. But the truth is far darker. a power tied to the very fabric of existence, stirrs within him. Shunned by the world, Teo will forge his own path, unbound and unstoppable.

Mori calls her his doll. Dazai calls her his dog. Kitty is neither. She is something far worse—something they should have never created. They broke her, twisted her, made her theirs… but monsters don’t stay leashed forever. And when she bares her fangs, they will finally understand—some things are more dangerous when shattered. trigger warning: 1. Abuse 2. Manipulation 3. Gaslighting 4. Captivity 5. Kidnapping 6. Non-Con 7. Dub-Con 8. Torture 9. Cruelty 10. Power Imbalance 11. Coercion 12. Stockholm Syndrome (Subversion) 13. Psychological Breakdown 14. Trauma 15. Murder 16. Violence 17. Toxic Relationships 18. sexual exploition [Bungou Stray Dogs fanfiction everything is created by the genius mind of Kafka asagiri] I strictly do not promote anything written in this book and it's written only for pure entertainment. The events in this book are highly Toxic and one should seek for help if engaged in real life

Synopsis: Shiki Morgan was a man that was known for having terrible luck his entire life, at the age of six he lost his mother to a horrible accident, then one year later his father abandoned him due to his depression, because of this he was forced to move in with his aunt and uncle, but his cousin didn't make his life any easier, if anything because of her he got in a freak accident that made him lost his legs, because of this he was forced to leash off his aunt and uncle, and since the freak accident he has completely given up on society as he spends the next 16 years lock-up in his room playing nothing but Otome games. One day he suddenly die in yet another freak accident, and because he was helpless, and no one bothered to save him he fell into despair, and in that depressive state he loath the fact that he couldn't live a normal life, for once all he wants was to be happy. Those were his last words during his death, but he knew he was foolish to wish for such an impossible future, but right after he died something miraculous happen, in his sinking misery he heard the voice of a woman play in his head. "The conditions have been met, darling, I now have to say over your existence, now by the power and authority of the witch of guarantee I Bridget the first which among all other witches, shall now grant you three wishes with all the negative karma you have accumulated over your life, please state what you desire and I shall guarantee that it so." Hey all please support me with your power stone.

“So, Your highness, shall we make a bet? Whether or not you will remember my maid’s name after a month.” “That’s not bad. It may be difficult to make eye contact with the maid, but her name is easy to remember.” Liana Siodo was the maid who knew the subject too well. To the point where she could understand why the lady she served would make such a bet with the Imperial Prince she had a crush on. For a simple maid like her to take the Prince dear in her heart was ridiculous. Therefore, she wanted to put an end to her unrequited love. “His Highness, Imperial Prince Illyd, has awakened Manish. I have come to see Miss Liana Aradna, the only one who can calm him, per the priest’s instructions.” If it had not been for her, they would all have been dead. * * * * “…Liana.” Illyd pressed his face against Liana’s soft, slender neck. “What took you so long?” Like a wild beast trying to convince her it would not hurt her. Or like a young beast acting cute to seem good. “I… almost killed everyone.” Illyd reached for the hem of Liana’s robe with trembling hands. “Don’t ever leave me again.” He wanted to look good. Only to the one who was like God to him, the person who held his leash. But contrary to his expectations, Liana’s eyes were full of terror. ~~~~ Author: 박오 Translated by: alleviey :The cover is mine edited but the artwork from Pinterest.

When the gods left the earth, they ascended to heaven. However, there were those who stayed behind, and they came to be called dragons. In time, the souls of the humans began to desire the unlimited power that would have kept them at the top of the tower of power. So the dragons disappeared from the earth's vastness. The humans' short leash on each other destroyed the era of harmony and began a period of wars and losses. The years would pass, and it would all come to nothing. But the wave which rose in the past will some day reach the coast with the tempest. One day, while collecting herbs, the adepts found a block of ice in a cave with an unknown man chained to it. When he came to, he realised that it had been more than a year since the last time he had remembered anything. Long forgotten by everyone, he begins to search for the memories lost to time. Little by little, he became the man of whom the prophets spoke — the man who would lower the rope of the guillotine over the heads of the sinners who thought they were Gods.

This is a story about me. Where we begin the story, I have no name. There is nothing in my memories of love. There has only ever been fear. Alpha. Omega. Beta. The three sub genders after the standard Male and Female. The world I live in there was also a hierarchy between each sub gender except for Betas. Betas would be the normal, everyday, average human. The majority of the gender society. They are not affected by pheromones, and their own are not strong enough to affect others. Betas, like the other two sub genders, can be male or female. When you get to Alphas, you have dominant Alphas and Alphas that are closer to Beta in behavior, called submissive Alphas. Dominant Alphas are more possessive, stronger, and a tad faster than a submissive one. That does not mean that the submissive Alphas are a push over. They just tend to be more on the quieter side. However, no matter the hierarchy, get two Alphas together that are fighting over dominance and the submissive can be just as dangerous as the dominate. Alphas in general are the ruling class now. They are the CEOs, lawyers, world leaders, even the most of the sport professionals and actors. This brings us to Omegas. The lowest class. Though times have changed, the old ways of looking down towards Omegas, is still very much everywhere you look. Omegas who were once only caged and leashed by their respective Alpha as an item and nothing more; are now allowed to work and go to school. The schools still tend to keep Omegas separate from the Alphas to prevent accidents from happening and most places of employment would rather hire an Alpha or Beta. Omegas tend to not usually have a dominant gene in their body, making them easy targets for the illegal trade. The world slangs them as Breeders. Oh, did I mention that the males, who are very rare, can also get pregnant? *Please note I may have uploaded this on my old account under a different name here but no longer have access to that account. I am rewriting this story and more. *

Before rebirth, Duke Mayhem :" You lawless women, who would like a creature like you?" Emperor Trimurti : "come on someone , put a leash on him." All minister shivered .. After rebirth Duke Mayhem : "You won`t take responsibily after you tame me? you are a lawless emperor." holding his wife leg and crying. All minister looked at emperor with amusement. emperor actually tamed this blackbelly duke. Emperor Trimurti : "...." what`s happening

human nature is something that can't be avoided, their thirst for power often driving them into madness even diving into the unknown, putting leashes on beasts that were never meant to be tamed in the sake of power. Samurai traveled far and wide in search of a demon blade, in hopes to rise the ranks and become the true emperor of Japan