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The Sin Art Kingdom Games

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)
G3ntleGiant · 3.9K Views

Yellow Jacket

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.
ReignyDaze · 12.4K Views

Loving Alpha Levi

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
Farah_Abigail · 4.7K Views

Ember of the Shattered Veil

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.
starbosslegends · 5K Views

I was reincarnated into a yandere otome game as a side character

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.
Carcosa_Sensei · 170.7K Views

What Fate Has Brought

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. *
Zurgy · 20.3K Views
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