Crumple Horned Snorkack

[You have just awakened your first dragon: SSS-Rank Fire Dragon.] Drahon was born with dragon-like horns,and because of that, his parents abandoned him at an orphanage. Mocked, bullied and branded a freak. He never knew where he truly belonged. Until one day, while serving punishment, he stumbled upon a mysterious egg… A dragon egg that opened a portal and led him into The Dragon Game. [You have summoned an SSS-Rank Demon Dragon.] [You have evolved your SSS-Rank Primordial Frost Dragon into a Multi Fire-Frost Dragon.] [Upgrading Fire-Frost Dragon Roar ×10...] Summon dragons? Of course. All will be Ranked 'SSS' Draconic skills? Master them. Monster bosses? Shatter them. Half-dragon, half-monster abominations? Burn them. Enemies? They’re just EXP. For Drahon, this isn’t just a game. It’s redemption. It’s the chance to become more than the horned freak they left behind— To become [Dragon Lord.]

Though it may be a dream weathered, crumpled, fading, I held on without surrender. Through each repeated day, running toward tomorrow’s light, I became a knight, resolute and bright.

She, the second daughter of the Bluen consortium, a figure of envy among the rich second generation. No matter who she mentioned, they were all figures that others flocked towards. However, her boyfriend was getting married, but she was not the bride. She, who had always been so noble and lofty, was cruelly abandoned. He, the CEO of Valence Group, the intimidating young master of the Horne family and a prime example of the rich second generation. Little did people know, his bride ran away on the day he planned to register for marriage. He too, was cruelly abandoned. Laughably so, He was her soon-to-be brother-in-law. Seeing her angry and lonely future brother-in-law, she suddenly jeered, "We both have been abandoned. We would make a perfect pair." He pursed his lips in silence. The next day, he took her to the Civil Affairs Office to go through the marriage registration process, having her replace her runaway sister as his bride. (Declaration of Ownership Chapter) "Julia, I now realize that I have always loved you. Do you know that I think of you all the time? I married her just so I could have a secure footing in the company." Her ex-boyfriend, gripping her hand, whispered this soft confession of his misguided actions in the past. Before she could react, a strong hand appeared out of nowhere, fiercely grasping her ex-boyfriend's wrist. He cried out in pain, causing a stir among the guests at the wine party. He stood by her side, one arm draped across her shoulders, gently and passionately smiling while saying, "Wife, tell him, who am I to you?" Gazing at his handsome appearance, noble aura, and two bodyguards following him, her ex-boyfriend's face quickly drained of color, as if he had just realized something. (Cherishing Her Chapter) "Young master, the young mistress said something strange today." The housekeeper, trailing behind him, was reporting her daily activities. "What did she say?" "The young mistress said she wonders if snow flying in June would be beautiful." The housekeeper finished his report and carefully observed his reaction. After all, how could it be possible for there to be falling snow in the scorching heat of June? Once again, he pursed his lips in silence, then silently went upstairs. The next day. As soon as she stepped out of the main house, she was stunned. The sunrise filled the high sky while the expansive courtyard was covered in white snow. It was a vast expanse of white, as if it were midwinter, and countless snowflakes were dancing in the sky. The snowstorm was of extreme beauty.

Yuuta was the weakest, most average guy on Earth—barely scraping through college, working a part-time job, and growing up in a quiet orphanage with no family to call his own. Life was simple, predictable... and lonely. Then one night, everything changed. He had a vivid dream of sleeping with stunning, powerful Dragon Queen from another world. He woke up, convinced it was just a dream. Until she showed up in his room with child—wings, horns, and a little girl who called him “Papa.” Erza, the Dragon Queen, had crossed worlds and was now stuck in the human world, her immense power sealed away. Now she had to learn to live in cramped apartments, work secret Job, and navigate the chaos of Earth. Yuuta, once invisible and forgotten, suddenly found himself with a family, responsibilities, and feelings he never imagined possible. But beneath the surface, a secret lies buried—one tied to Yuuta’s mysterious mother and the hidden truths woven into the lives of his wife and daughter, His orgin and cursed everything was conncet to Him. As monsters, magic, and enemies close in, Yuuta doesn’t have to be a hero. He just needs to be the man who will protect everything he holds dear.

Though it may be a dream weathered, crumpled, fading, I held on without surrender. Through each repeated day, running toward tomorrow’s light, I became a knight, resolute and bright.

Stellar Fragments: When Steam Meets the Void, Who Will Light the Last Star? The morning mist over Port Belen reeks of rust. Zhou Mingrui never expected a crumpled oilcloth bundle, scavenged from a dockside jump, to tear open a rift to the Astral Plane. But when he unwraps it—a leather-bound book with a seven-pointed star embossed on its cover, its pages swirling with constellations—he feels a primal pull, like the stars themselves are whispering his name. This is 1873, and Port Belen is a city teetering between progress and chaos. Steam engines roar, but the clocks tick backward. Corpses in morgues scribble "Eclipse Prayers." Dockworkers go mad, screaming of a "whale with a thousand eyes." All roads lead to Stellar Fragments, a forbidden text rumored to hold the key to stopping the Astral Leviathan—a colossal entity slumbering in the void, its awakening marked by the "Void Solstice": when seven stars align over Port Belen, and reality itself begins to unravel. "You have the Starwatcher’s mark," says Claire, the scarred astrologer of the Night Owl Society, sliding the book across a creaky oak table. Her brass bracelets clink with constellations. "The last Starwatcher vanished a decade ago, leaving only this warning: When the seven stars kiss the Void, the Leviathan wakes. Only the Starwatcher can anchor reality—by becoming part of the stars themselves." But Zhou is no hero. Just a grad student of 19th-century occultism, now trapped in a game of cosmic stakes: A steam-powered astrolabe explodes in his hands, its needle pointing to "Void." A noble heiress’s "spirit pigeons" grow feverish, pecking at the sky where the Leviathan’s "void eyes" glow. The city’s Eclipse Value—measuring the breach between worlds—creeps up: 0.01%, 0.03%, 0.05%... In the flickering light of an old church basement, the Night Owl Society gathers. Seven "Astral Artifacts" lie scattered: a moonstone gear humming with pale light, a cracked whistle that silences mad machinery, a pocket watch frozen mid-tick… Five more remain. Without them, the Leviathan’s shadow will consume Port Belen. But Stellar Fragments holds a final, blood-chilling clue: "To bind the stars, the Starwatcher must bleed." That night, the Leviathan rises. Its gargantuan form breaches the mist, scales glinting with countless eyes, each one staring at Zhou Mingrui—and the book clutched in his hands. He grips Stellar Fragments, recalling his professor’s words: "Occultism isn’t about controlling the cosmos. It’s about finding light in the dark." Now, with nothing but flesh and starlight as his weapons, Zhou must decide: Will he become a star to stop the void… or be swallowed by it?

Kaien has no last name, no magic, and no clear memories. The only thing he has is a group of orphaned children who depend on him to survive. But when an ancient monster destroys his village, Kaien makes a desperate decision: to unearth the cursed sword everyone fears. Thus begins his bond with Ryusatsuga, a blade that feeds on the soul… and the pain of its wielder. By his side: a warrior with a living grimoire and a past even more painful; a beast child with horns and a wounded soul; and a two-tailed black cat who holds more secrets than meows. Together, they will face monsters, visions, hunters, and truths that hurt more than any physical wound. But at the heart of this story, there are not just battles or curses: It is a message for anyone who feels broken.

In a world where shadows whisper secrets and every choice has a price, one person stands at the crossroad of it all. A gripping tale of sacrifices, betrayal and power unfolds in a world where the scars of an apocalypse still bleed. Drake Jagger is the weakest student at Iron Vale Academy- bullied, orphaned and haunted by violent dreams of a crimson battlefield and a betrayal by horned warriors. But when a sealed letter bearing the Arachis insignia arrives, Drake is ripped from his miserable life and thrown into a game of blood and chess. But Drake's dreams are the key. With each nightmare, the lone warrior's memories bleed into his mind and the sword in his grip whispers of the past.

"I'm one game away from reaching the master rank! I'll do it tomorrow, though. A true gamer knows when to refresh his mind and increase his victory chances!" Adam smiled in anticipation as he went to sleep on this special day. However, he could have never imagined the surreal awakening that awaited him. "What's wrong with my voice?!"  "Claws? A tail and horns, too?" [Welcome to the demon realm. You have been selected to reincarnate as a Lord. Conquer this realm of fire and ashes, become its uncontested ruler... or die trying.] Reincarnated as an imp in the cruel demon realm, at the borders of the mythological demon Baal's territory, his life seemed doomed from the start. However, a steely glint flashed in his eyes as against all odds, he defiantly proclaimed. "No matter who decided to make me start as an imp, watch as I turn into a veritable devil. Even Baal won't hold a candle against me in the future!" Equipped with his unique talent in a world where competition raged between the reincarnated earthlings, where heroes like Heracles, Wukong, Muramasa, Achilles, Merlin, Cu Chulainn, and many others were more than forgotten legends, and where gods' and demons' dangerous schemes paved his every step, he'd prove to those realms that demons were more than the violent and deceptive creatures everyone feared. ----------------------- Welcome everyone! You can expect a mix of gods/demons from almost every pantheon (even the more obscured ones) with gods and demons like Odin, Zeus, Ishtar, The Jade Emperor, Ball, Izanagi, and many others! You can also expect travels through the mysterious abyss, Jotunheim, Muspelheim, the underworld, Tartarus, and soon Oberon's forest, Olympus, and the Demon realm. If you like faithful mythology with unique twists, this book is definitely for you. (If you like the Fate series it is too...) Please do check out my first book if you enjoy fantasy stories. :) Discord server with fan art of the most notable chars: https://discord.gg/ubzzKM5wfp

Senior Server Felix stood at the front of the church, his voice steady and solemn as he greeted the congregation. “Our help is in the name of the Lord,” he intoned. “Who made Heaven and Earth,” the people responded in unison, their voices matching his reverent tone. “Today, we initiate new members into this divine and holy Order,” Felix continued. “Today, we welcome new brethren into the bosom of our Lord Jesus Christ.” At the back of the church, Louis sat on one of the few single chairs, his posture slightly slouched as his focus remained on a sheet of music in his hands. The title read, "Brightest and Best – Key of A-flat." 'Why didn’t Gramps give me an F or G? A-flat is so difficult, and I only have three days to finish it,' he grumbled silently, his brow furrowing in frustration. But he dared not voice his complaints. He could already imagine his grandfather assigning him even more difficult pieces—F-sharps and endless A-flats—as punishment. From the front of the church, a serene voice called out, “Harry! Step forward!” Louis glanced up, momentarily pulled from his inner musings. His eyes landed on a girl stepping forward from the pews. She had black hair neatly styled in a bun and striking green eyes that seemed to shine with warmth and composure. Dressed in a modest brown dress and black sandals, with a rosary resting gracefully around her neck, she exuded a calm, dignified presence. Her tanned skin and graceful demeanor only added to the aura of reverence surrounding her, befitting an Altar server. 'Sigh,' Louis thought as he brushed a hand through his white hair, his blue eyes softening with a mix of admiration and envy. 'I wonder what it’s like to be an Altar server. They all seem so pure and divine… and powerful.' Just as he returned his attention to his music, a calm, gentlemanly voice spoke beside him. “You could also be an Altar server, if you’re interested.” “Huh?” Louis blurted out, snapping his head to the side. But no one was there. “What in the name of Jesus is going on here?” he muttered, glancing nervously around. “At least you know my name,” the voice replied again, seemingly amused. “What?” Louis whispered, his heart beginning to race. "I'm certain you will be a good server," the voice said, calm yet enigmatic. Louis narrowed his eyes, still searching for its source. "Who are you?" "I have many personalities. I have many names," the voice replied with an air of mystery. "It’s your choice which one you accept." "You’re not making any sense," Louis muttered, growing more unsettled. "Blessed are those who have not seen but believed…" Before Louis could respond, his vision blurred, and the world around him seemed to melt away. He jolted awake, gasping for air. His hands clutched the crumpled sheet of music, its corners bent from his restless grip. His head teetered precariously over the edge of his bed, a faint ache in his neck reminding him of the awkward position he’d been in. "Holy Mother of Jesus!" he exclaimed as he lost his balance, tumbling off the bed in a heap of blankets and scattered papers.

[DING!] [Congratulations, APOLLYON. You have unlocked the Infernal System!] [NAME: Israfel BlüdThïrste.] [FACTION: DEMON ¢ RANK A.] [DING!] [You have ascended to the realms of man.] [CITY: The medieval Empire of Eldoria.] [ALL HAIL THE BURNING ONE!] [CONQUEST: Level Up to NINTH INFERNAL CIRCLE.] [The battle for DOMINION begins.] [SYSTEM has graciously provided the most delicious and bosomy babes to compete for MC.] [ADDITIONAL TAGS: Ruthless MC – NSFW – BDSM – Cosplay – MILF – War Crimes – Unholy Trinities – Hybrids – BDE – Smut – EVOLUTION – Succubus – Slaves – Yandere – Ascension – Gore – ADULT CONTENT AND LANGUAGE – Anal – Dominant MC – Hentai – Lust – Demon – Extreme violence – R18 – Faceslap – Fistfights – Bestiality – Bloodsport – Exorcism – LOLITA – Brutal MC – Magic – UNDERWORLD – Politics – Demonology – Necromancer – Old Gods – Fae – Sword and Sorcery – System – Hardcore – Mermaid – Cat girls – Dragon girls – DARK – Vulgar – Epic battle – Hell Ranking – Fallen Angels – DOMINIONS – Incest – Dungeon – Leveling up – Cold MC – Sibling Lust – Taboo sex stories – MONSTER GIRLS – Debauchery – Utter fuckery – Demented SC – MANA – Invulnerable MC – Elf – Vampire – Demoness – MATURE – Murder – Psychopaths – Luciferan Bloodlines – Corruption of virtue – Chivalry – Villainy – Death – LEGION – Clashing armies – Weapons system – Resurrection.] [WARNING: This book features detailed descriptions of female humiliation, hardcore sex and depravity. There is a guaranteed Adult Chapter one out of every five. NOT FOR CHILDREN! NOT FOR SOFT HEARTS!] • FULL BLURB Israfel BlüdThïrste was born in Hel. He has lived in it all eighteen years of his life. As seventh in the bloodline of the Morningstar himself, Rafel has had a pretty fucking great life. There's spilled blood in excess. Violence to choke the gray skies. Abundant sex—depraved and hardcore. And more blood. Everything a Prince of the Abyss could desire. But Rafel has heard stories, of the world above. The world of the weak mortals whose damned souls fall endlessly through the red skies of his, to meet with perpetual torture. Stories of their fine carriages and legendary kings. Their golden sun and green earth. But mostly, their virgin women. He wishes to see it for himself. And so, when a lucky gambit with his dear Aunt, Lilith, opens up a way for him to explore the surface, Rafel hops to it. The deal is a hundred years before he has to return to his duties as Hell's Apollyon. Accompanied by his new slave, a voluptuous horned Succubus, Rafel journeys to the mortal realm, entering into the mythical lands of Eldoria as the enigmatic Earl of Emberfall, a haunted estate. But Rafel intends to rise, into the very courts of the Eldorian Queen. At least before his time runs out. And if corrupting, blackmailing, fucking, and murdering a few mortals gets in his way, so be it. This is until the haloed mess of Ravenna de Vries ends up on the grand steps of his Manor, soaking wet with a blood debt hanging over her head. Israfel had seen many beautiful women in his time, but somehow the little mortal girl is sufficient to make him rethink his gambit. Ravenna is owed to a powerful Hell Principality. And though Rafel convinces himself that building up his power ranking is solely selfish, it also has to do with going up against an ancient adversary from his home who is certain to appear just about anytime to collect what he is owed—Ravenna. She is not his responsibility, but why does Rafel feel exactly that whenever he looks at her? And suddenly for this Immortal, a hundred years is not enough to fall in love.

“You don’t remember me yet,” the naked man whispered, smoke curling from his lips, “but your body does.” When ice-cold CEO Devon Vale signs off on the purchase of a cursed, long-abandoned estate, he thinks it's just another tax-deductible asset. But the moment he steps foot into the house, the air turns thick—sweet, heavy, intoxicating—and dust begins to rise. And then it forms a man. Naked. Horned. Smirking. Ash. A creature of smoke, scales, and secrets. He says they’ve met before. He says Devon is his mate. He says the bond has never been broken—only buried. Devon doesn't believe in magic. Or fate. But he can't explain the burn in his blood, the ache beneath his skin, or why this stranger's touch feels like a memory he never made. As forgotten desires awaken and ancient instincts reignite, Devon finds himself spiraling into a bond forged long ago—and a betrayal even older. Now the question isn't what Ash is. It's what Devon was. And whether he can forgive what neither of them remembers.

"Wow, I like you. Become my dog! Whaat! You'd rather die than being my dog?! Oh well, what a shame. Alright, you can die now" In the vast continent of Tulaq, there exists many races that walk on this lands. But the race which has dominated the continent after the ancient era ended was the human race creating various empires and kingdoms on it's vast lands. Luca, however was part of the Ingrid tribe who were known for their horns and beautiful appearance. He was a sweet and kindhearted kid who would be careful enough not to hurt even a ant passing by. But by the above narrative, you should have noticed by now that the person above speaking is this same sweet Luca. What could be the reason to this drastic change in his personality? Even I don't know what happens next and am excited to know what happens next! So join Luca on his dominating and bloody sweet revenge-filled journey.

Dear Diary, What is going on!? Am I seeing things- are my eyes going bad!? I keep on seeing these gray hazy shapes beside people! And no, they're definitely not shadows! They shape is completely different from what it's next to- well, most of the time. I'll just ignore it and maybe it'll go away. -Week later- Dear Diary and my sanity if it's listening, Things are going from delusional to outright cuckoo crazy! I swear I saw a face in the gray globs I've been seeing, but it wasn't scary or anything, it was like catching the face of an angel. And it wasn't like he had perfect features or anything, but his eyes. The care and heartfelt love in them was so... unbelievable? I guess? I can't explain it... I can neither explain what I saw today, but it wasn't the sort of spooky but endearing sort of thing I saw yesterday, but a bewildering (?, yeah, I would put it that way) scene of a witch riding on a broom through out traffic on the highway. Every once in a while, she would disappear into one of the cars and then jump into another one. Strangely enough, after she came out, most of the people driving would either start becoming careless or be shooting off their horn at another car. I am seriously considering going to see a psychiatrist, but I don't want to explain why to my dad, so I'll just ignore it for now. Surely, it'll go away!? -Week later- Dear Diary!!! It hasn't gone away!!!! It's getting worse!! I keep on seeing roads disappearing and being replaced with wide open fields as if no man has touched it before! Not only that, sometimes I see part of a building missing as if a line was drawn straight down in a clean cut and a forest begins as if it was natural! I've been keeping my distance from these strange things I've seen, but now I wonder if I should investigate? I picked a flower from one of my 'hallucinations' and it was real! Maybe, the rest is real too? Could it be possible? But if it is, why did it have to be me? I'm just a normal girl in high school trying to graduate so I can go to college with a dance scholarship. Maybe go on a few dates or see if Sean would help me find a guy from the soccer team? They are so hot! Isn't that hard enough for a girl? -Couple of days later- Dear Diary!!!!!! I have HUGE NEWS! I'm not crazy after all, I actually found someone who gave me some answers! His name... did I ask him? I'm sure I did, but I don't remember! Darn my horrible memory that acts like a willful child choosing what it wants and doesn't! Anyway, I atleast remember the most important thing- I'm not crazy! So it turns out, I came across our forgotten world. Or should I say kingdom. Anyway, he tried to explain that the world is like a coin with 2 faces on it- same world but two parts that can't face each other. Although, we did at one point, but that was before the rebellion and this really evil guy took a third of the kingdom to go up against the king. He didn't win though and retreated. .... but then, what was it? He put out a bet to the king? or something? Ah, faulty memory, I'll have to ask again. But in the long run- he and his minions are fighting the King and his loyal people for our world.... or something. I don't think it has anything to do with me, I'll just enjoy the new scenery I get to see now. -Couple of Months Later- "EXCUSE ME!? You want me to do WHAT NOW!? I must've heard you wrong!"

Although my memories are blurred right now, there’s one thing I remember clearly: I just wanted to be a good person. All human beings had dreams, didn’t they. But in my old world, dreaming was seen as a weakness. They called me naïve, foolish... and maybe they were right. In the end, it cost me my life. The only vivid memory that remains is a cursed sentence that echoes in my mind like a spell: “Abandon your dreams and ideals. The world isn’t a fairytale, you little brat. When I opened my eyes again, I had been reborn. A forgotten village, in an ancient, miserable world… yet strangely happy. At least, until he appeared. A being worshipped like a god, but with horns and heavy, hateful eyes: a demon. And when I was offered to him as a sacrifice by my own parents... something inside me changed. Now, in this second end, I must discover who I am — before fate devours me once again

"would you be mine forever?" those words were gold to horn- ehhm! ripe teenager Kyle Conner. "Yes!" He frantically nodded, drooling at nothing short of a goddess in front. "Then you'll have to sign this contract." "T-that's it? hell yeah!" without thinking twice he signed the paper. Acquiring his perverted fantasies along with a price of becoming a demon. Thrust into a mythical world with a strange system, Kyle Conner must grow stronger. Alongside his harem of beautiful seductive beings. Unlocking buried secrets of his past and realms beyond. While on the run from Lucifer, the demon king himself.

In this modern mythological tale, Dhruv, an unsuspecting mortal, finds himself in Vaikuntha, questioning whether this is truly the end of his journey. Instead of peace, he meets a mysterious man in a suit, who ultimately reveals that Dhruv cannot enter heaven due to "arrows of regret"—a metaphor for his unfulfilled purpose. Offered a chance to return to Earth for 90 days to make amend. Upon accepting the deal, Dhruv embarks on a chaotic and humorous journey through the underworld, meeting Yamaraj, the god of death, and Gorgo, a nervous demon with horns, who comically reacts to Dhruv's presence as though he's a harbinger of disaster. As Dhruv navigates the strange, labyrinthine bureaucracy of the underworld and the daunting task of creating a "happy ending" for himself. With gods in disguise, reluctant demon assistants, and divine missions laced with humor, Dhruv's journey becomes one of discovering the true meaning of life, death, and purpose.

“A surprise?” The Prince scoffed. “And if I had died out there? You would have let me die as a prince who never knew his daughter existed.” Her smile didn’t falter. “I’m grateful you didn’t. So, my surprise still worked. And more than that, I suppose I got a surprise too… about your new arranged marriage, Your Grace.” Her nails pressed into her palms through the crumpled fabric of the handkerchief. She wouldn’t let herself crumble. Not now. Not after everything. She vowed to hold her composure—as the lady of the castle, the Marchioness of Ravenswood. === Duty over Desire. That was the mindset Elara Damaryon had set for herself when she accepted the marriage offer from the Prince, who didn’t believe in love and lived in the shadows of Valloria Kingdom. Coming from a disgraced baron’s family, Elara dedicated herself to becoming a worthy wife and the respected lady of Ravenswood Castle for the past four years. She worked tirelessly to remain devoted to the Prince, even though they had shared only one passionate night before he left for a war that would last four long years. After the long, gruelling battle, the Prince’s return as a hero turned into agony for Elara when he was bound by Royal Decree to enter an alliance marriage with a warrior princess. But... The Prince saw his wife, whom he married out of necessity, whom he once knew as a shy woman who never dared to defy him, had now become a strong woman who consumed his thoughts at every moment. For Elara, what she once saw as duty has become an undeniable desire when the Prince shows the affection she never knew he could have. In a kingdom where fate is whispered through ancient spells and the Moon Goddess watches in silence, Elara feels threatened when she receives a divine message about her daughter's safety. She must protect her legacy—not just as a mother, but as a woman who’s discovering more about her secret power and the salvation her love will bring. === This Novel is a Character-Driven Story with Slowburn Romance It has complex characters dynamic [WARNING MATURE CONTENT 18+] Please give this story a chance (^,^) WebNovel Spirity Awards 2025 Entry

A NEXT-GEN DARK FANTASY ISEKAI Lucien’s life was defined by competition, ambition, and an unrelenting drive to succeed. A gifted fencer, he was a star athlete, one of the best in his region, and constantly pushing himself toward perfection. He had already conquered the regional championships, carving a path that many admired. But admiration wasn’t what he was after. He wanted to be the best. Just before the tournament, he fell ill. It was the kind of sickness that made doctors warn him to stop, to rest, to recover. But Lucien refused to quit. If he pulled out now, it would mean everything he had worked for was wasted. So he did what he had to do—he pushed through. Pain medication dulled the aches, but it couldn’t numb the truth. His body was failing him, and he knew it. As he lay in a hospital bed, exhaustion taking hold, his body finally gave out. His eyes closed, and when they opened again… The world was different. WHAT TO EXPECT: A protagonist who claws forward, even when the world begs him to stop. Moral compromise, philosophical warfare, and the slow death of innocence. An ever-evolving world—where monsters wear suits, not horns. The fall of a hero. The rise of something else. Slow-burn tension and twisted power dynamics. Psychological battles, identity decay, and philosophical warfare. ALL CHAPTERS WRITTEN, PRODUCED, AND ARRANGED BY QUINNCIR.

The Story: A Journey of Broken Trust and Unexpected Love What would you do if the person you loved most tried to kill you? Firion never saw it coming—literally. The last thing his eyes ever saw was her. The woman he trusted. The one he would’ve died for. And then… she threw acid in his face and walked away like he meant nothing. Now, scarred, half-blind, and alone in the wild, Firion is just trying to survive. But then she appears—not his betrayer, but a stranger. A woman with no reason to help him… and yet, she does. Can kindness from a stranger heal the wounds of betrayal? She carried him from the woods. He didn’t know her name… but those horns—he’d never forget. Would you trust someone who looks like the people who destroyed your life? He woke up in a stranger’s bed—safe, treated, warm. She had a gentle voice and a kindness Firion hadn’t felt in decades. But when his fingers brushed against her horns… Everything came crashing back. His village. The fire. The screams. She says she’s not like them. But how do you separate a person from the past they remind you of? In a world where demons burned his home, killed his family, and took everything from him—Firion never thought he’d wake up in a demon’s house. Let alone be saved by one. Is Kaida truly different… or is that what she wants him to believe?

“Miss Witch, I hate you.” “Why?” “When I was a child, you killed all of my family. I remembered your horns, and I remembered your eyes. I hate you. I hate all witches like you—you’re all lunatics.” “But now you’re a witch too. You’re one of us.” “I hate myself too. But you won’t let me die.” “You’re very obedient.” Funis...

After dying in the real world, a man wakes up inside a massive MMORPG as a newly created Legendary Guardian — a powerful horned warrior built to protect a dangerous dungeon cult boss. With no reputation and only his mysterious master knowing his true purpose, he must learn to control his abilities, navigate the game world, and decide whether to follow the cult’s orders or forge his own path. Meanwhile, players and factions begin to take notice of this unknown force that could change the balance of power in the game forever.

#Toxic Love #Obsession #Betrayal #Vengeance “Don’t blame me, Love. For it’s you who forced my hand.” In her entire lifetime, she had only loved and trusted one man. And that man, was the very person who had betrayed her and left her for another woman. === Riize was born a failure of a demon with no horn and visually impaired. Fortunately, miracles did exist and when it came to fall upon her, her pathetic life took a huge turn. She awakened her demonic abilities and even get herself a handsome lover! Riize thought that her life would be a path of flowers from that moment onwards, until the entirety of her bright future shattered upon her lover’s painful betrayal. Returning back to the useless demon she was once, Riize vowed to take revenge against that dog pair of a man and woman for cheating on her. But, with her powers now gone, would she be able to exact her revenge? What about the red-haired retriever who kept on professing his love for her at any chance? What exactly did the retriever want from her? Love? Hah. Riize had only one thing to say, “Utterly Ridiculous.” === Excerpt: “Tell me the truth. If I hadn’t took the gamble and broke your trust, would you still stay by my side, even if you found out that I was never the person you thought to be?” His cold voice quivered at the very end as if his entire being was on the verge of falling apart. Riize clutched her fingers, not daring to raise her eyes as she was afraid that her strong resolution would crumble the moment she saw his miserable state. “Yes.” Her voice was firm, leaving no space for doubt to bloom. “I wouldn’t have left as for the least, for once at that time, I had come to love you not because of whatever you are in the past but because, I learnt to embrace your shortcomings and desire you for whoever you are.” === [WARNING: SUGGESTIVE CONTENTS, MILD DEPICTION OF VIOLENCE?]

“You said you were worthless. But worthless things aren’t taken by anyone… And I’m taking you.” The boy narrowed his eyes. Renji smiled faintly. “So that means… you have worth now.” Fractured Gaze is a novel about broken souls, fading loyalties, and the quiet violence of choices that can’t be taken back. In the ruins of a forgotten empire, past tragedies hold power. And the rebellion begins — not with war horns, but with fractured people learning how to bleed together. There are no chosen ones here. No heroes. No prophecies. Only those who’ve been hurt... and those who decide what that pain is worth. If you're looking for a fast-paced power fantasy, this might not be your story. But if you’re drawn to action, found family, and the cost of fighting for something that may never love you back — welcome. All chapters are free to read. Got fan art? I’d love to feature it (with credit)! X.com/sixthvow DMs are open! Written by me, occasionally assisted by AI tools for editing, phrasing, and clarity. Cover art generated with DALL·E by OpenAI.

Heaven and Earth was formed and it was good. The saying became outdated when Hell rose and its citizens were no other than the angels that fell from grace to grass, growing malevolent horns and promoting sin. Two familes, both greatly affected by the Great war that occured in Hell opened the door of salvation for one and doomed the other to eternal damnation. He was possessive but not crazy, and loved her enough to remind her that she was his even if she loved another. Troubled by her many flaws and hardships, Ebony had one goal; to graduate with a worthy certificate and be free from the entaglements of his redemption while trying not to be too drawn to his inhuman looks. "I will not give up on you, Ebony," He promised and sealed it with a kiss on her lips. "I am not the type that gives up on what I want. I want it and I will have it." Will Ebony give in to his sweet temptations or remain adamant on the goal at hand even though there was more to the world of demons than meets the eye? For in the world of demons, love was a luxury she couldn't afford. | Completed |

[Warning: Sexual content, lemons, comedy, MILFs, monster girls, face-slapping, and a shameless protagonist!] ..... Creed Walden was a man of culture. Refined. Sophisticated. A true enjoyer of the finer things in life. Which was exactly why he ended up getting shot in the nuts. Who knew that messing with a gangster’s woman would lead to such unfortunate circumstances? One moment, he was enjoying the peak of pleasure, the next—BANG! Eternal darkness. But instead of fading into nothingness, he woke up… in a completely different world. A world he knew. It was the setting of a novel he had read ten years ago—a brutal, unforgiving wasteland where monstrous creatures roamed, and humanity teetered on the brink of extinction. The Apocalypse had begun. Here, humans awakened incredible talents to survive. Some became swordmasters, capable of cutting mountains in half. Others became mages, wielding fire and lightning at their fingertips. The strong ruled, the weak perished, and only those with true power could thrive. And Creed? He awakened… a summoning ability. Not bad, right? He could call forth mighty beasts, legendary heroes, or divine warriors to fight for him! At least, that’s what he thought. Until his first summon appeared. A gorgeous, sultry woman with horns, bat-like wings, and a very inappropriate outfit. A Succubus. It didn’t take long for Creed to realize the shocking truth—his summoning ability could only summon Succubi! The apocalypse was raging. Civilization was collapsing. People were awakening godlike powers to fight for survival. And here he was. Surrounded by beautiful, seductive demons who thrived on… other kinds of energy. Creed leaned back with a grin, his eyes gleaming with a mix of amusement and wicked excitement. “...Well, I suppose there are worse fates.”

“Villains aren’t born, they’re made...blah...blah...” Cute quote. Stick it on your Tumblr header next to your anime pfp. You boys love your villain stories, don’t you? You want carnage. Chaos. Control. You want a dark throne, a cold smirk, and a woman kneeling at your feet begging for mercy. But you? You don’t want to lift a damn finger. You’ll cheer for the villain as he kills a god, but cry when he gets betrayed. You call it “plot armor” when the hero survives—but call it “art” when the villain does the impossible. You’re not fans of villains. You’re fetishists. You want the violence, but not the silence after it. You want domination, but not the burden of being hated. You want power, but only if the story forgives you for it. You don’t read these stories to understand evil. You read them because you think you're too good to win the normal way. “Villains don’t play fair.” Exactly. That’s why you love them. Because you wouldn’t last a day in a world where strength mattered and excuses didn’t. You don’t want a villain’s life. You want his results. You want to watch him burn the world for a woman. But you’d cry if a girl left you on read. So tell me— What exactly are you rooting for? At least unlike you, I support heroes—the ones with boobs. You know the type. Tits squeezed into latex, thighs tight in spandex, preaching virtue with cum-drunk eyes the moment they fall into my arms but always end up screaming my name instead. She flies above cities, saving lives like it’s her job. But at night? She crashes into my arms, trembling, moaning, clawing at my back like I’m the only real thing she’s ever touched. Her cape drops before her guard does. But I don't need to tear it off. She hands it over herself—bit by bit, kiss by kiss, lie by beautiful lie. You ever felt a heroine's breath hitch in your ear as she begs you to stop pretending you're the bad guy? Ever watched the symbol of hope ride you like you're the last man left after the world ended? That's not conquest. That’s devotion, baby. Unfiltered. Undeniable. And the irony? They fall the hardest. Because no villain ever tried to understand them. No hero ever dared to see past the shine and into the ache beneath. But I do. I whisper into the cracks of their perfection. I plant kisses where they hide their pain. I fuck them where they forget to wear their strength. And when they break—when their moans turn to prayers, when their strength melts into submission— That’s when I rise. I’m not just some brooding misfit out for revenge, or a misunderstood loner sitting around hoping for a shot at redemption. I’m not a villain. I’m the SUPERVILLAIN—the kind your heroines moan for when the cameras are off and the capes are crumpled on my floor. Chapter Updates: 2 chapters per day (unspecified until a fix update time is decided) Bonus Chapters: +2 Extra chapters (350+ coin gifts) +4 Extra chapters (1005+ coin gift) +6 Extra chapters (2005+ coin gift)

Some say he’s cursed because of his muteness. But Zavry carries a power buried deep within—a power even he doesn’t fully understand. Once just a poor, silent boy, he never imagined he’d be thrown into a world of danger, betrayal, and war. What began as a mission to reclaim what was stolen from him quickly turns into a fight against not just humans… but forces far more dangerous. Beasts. Secrets. And even those he once called friends… _____ “W…What are you—” The man’s words died in his throat as his head was severed, tumbling to the ground in a sickening bounce. His headless body stood for a moment longer before crumpling. A slow, predatory smile curved Zavry’s lips. “The end,” he whispered—and vanished into thin air.

Disclaimer: MC's women will never be stolen. No Yuri. --- "Truly amazing." A pink-haired woman with tanned skin and two black horns protruding from her head whispered. "For an Orc to die a virgin... I thought I would never see the day." The Goddess of Lust specialized in second chances. Chances she only gave to those who died 'Pure'. "I usually Bless humans but... I'll make an exception this time." [System is Loading...] On the verge of death, the Orc is healed, Blessed with reason, and with a System. The first order of business is to take his revenge against the Orcs that caused his death as well as the endless torment that preceded it, and then... "Save me, please..." The blonde Elf whimpered from her cage. "I can tell that you're different from them. I can see it in your eyes!" The story of the legendary NTR ORC starts!

A rose, yet to be doom but still chooses to bloom. The rose grows thorns?... But why do they look like.. horns? A beauty in pain. Won't stop it from having a brain. Read this poem for your sake. Only to see this book as a mistake. This story lies with quiet horror. You realise it? Then it's YOU in sorrow. Beware, readers, as your fate will be sealed. In a fantasy where even a rose can't be healed.