Robe Akatsuki

Alpha Denzel had never touched a woman, despite the harem he kept from his conquests. But Danika didn't know this. She stripped herself before him. "Isn't this what you wanted like all the other Alphas?" She asked, her voice barely holding together, trembling with pain and contempt. He stood frozen as he beheld the figure before him, eyes dark and unreadable. Seconds stretched, then without a word, he stepped forward to pick up her discarded robe. Gently, like she was something fragile, he wrapped it around her. Covered her, then turned his back and walked away. The door closed behind him with a quiet finality that thundered in her ears. Danika blinked. An awkward strangled cackle tore from her throat. Her body folded as if laughing could mask the slow collapse happening inside her. Shame flooded her. Had she misunderstood? Had she imagined the tension in his stares? Was she really so desperate she thought undressing herself would give her power? She gritted her teeth. Why had he looked at her like that? Like she was… nothing? Then confusion sliced through. Most men didn’t hesitate. They saw flesh and lunged. They didn’t see her but what they could take. They didn’t walk away. But he did. Humiliation crashed, sharp and sudden. Had he found her lacking? Was she too thin? Was her worth so small he didn’t even want what every other Alpha would have torn through blood to claim? Her fists clenched around the robe he had wrapped around her. The same robe that now felt like a reminder. A brand of his rejection. And yet… somewhere beneath the storm inside her, a colder question whispered: Why didn't he want her? *** Rejected. Unclaimed. Unwanted. Danika spent her life cast aside by her pack, her father and by fate itself. A wolfless omega who was never meant to matter. But months after escaping her triplet Alpha mates, she's chosen for the Bloodmoon Hunt—a brutal tradition that seals her fate with Alpha Denzel, the cursed and cold-blooded ruler feared across all packs. A man she hated, the man whose pack she had a vendetta against. He is the beast no one dares to love or tame. But Danika? She has a beast of her own. And she vows to either tame —or destroy him. Whichever comes first.

Ren Aoi was expelled from the Inner Sword Sect after eight years of being treated as trash: he couldn't cultivate, he had no spiritual root, and he was the silent shame of the elders. With only a ragged robe and a low-grade spiritual stone, he descends the steps of the martial world... homeless, without a future, and without hope. But just when all seemed lost, a strange lotus flower merges with his soul, activating a mysterious system: the Thousand Unions Lotus, an ancestral artifact that grants him a second chance... if he manages to complete his first mission: to form a spiritual bond with another person within 72 hours or die. What begins as a desperate struggle for survival turns into a journey of redemption, conquest, and power. Each emotional bond grants him spiritual power, access to hidden techniques, and unlocks new system functions, including a dimensional space and secret inheritances. On his path, Ren will meet extraordinary women: a martial prodigy as cold as ice, a healer with demonic blood, an exiled princess who hides her identity, and a silent assassin with a broken past. Together they form a harem as lethal as it is charming... although the danger of jealousy, conspiracies, and rival cultivators threaten to destroy everything. Between humor, epic battles, dual cultivation, shameless looting, enemy sects, and hearts on the line, Ren Aoi will prove that even someone without talent can defy the heavens... if he has the will, the strategy, and enough luck with women.

Les dragons et leur progéniture règnent sur le ciel, la terre et les mers... l'humanité survit dans les failles, rêvant d'une revanche. _____ La puissance vient de la bête que vous domptez. Loups, faucons, serpents, araignées, chimères, plus votre invocation est forte, plus votre avenir est radieux. Tant pis pour notre protagoniste. Quand tout le monde invoquait des salamandres, des aigles, des chiens troll (pas de doge) ou des tigres, il a eu... Eh bien, disons que la seule chose plus basse dans la chaîne alimentaire, c'est la terre. Raillé, harcelé, et vivant comme le bouc émissaire de chaque blague, il ne gagne pas vraiment. Mais abandonner n'est pas une option... Ses parents vieillissants ont tout vendu pour son « échec » de chance, et il ne laissera pas cela être inutile. Mais bon, c'est son histoire. Le dompteur de la plus faible des bêtes ? Voici la chose quand on est en bas : cela vous apprend à grimper. Et les dragons ? Il s'avère qu'ils commencent petits aussi. Alors que les royaumes s'effondrent sous la cupidité et les menaces extérieures, le plus faible des dompteurs commence son ascension. Suivez son parcours alors qu'il débloque un potentiel si rare, si terrifiant, qu'il mène aux dragons… Chaque branche évolutive mène aux plus forts 'SSS Dragons'. _______ Avertissement : Contient des dragons capables de détruire le monde, une revanche de l'outsider motivée par le ridicule, un protagoniste aux écailles de dragon, des nobles moralement discutables, des évolutions de créatures folles et assez de rebondissements pour vous faire vous demander si le plus faible est vraiment le plus chanceux. Un MC qui est prêt à prouver à tout le monde qu'il a tort… même si cela doit le tuer. Alerte spoiler : Ça ne le fera pas. Pour ceux qui aiment beaucoup s'amuser, celui-ci est pour vous. Si vous cherchez une histoire plus sombre, cherchez ailleurs (peut-être Utopian System (;) Celle-ci parle de s'amuser et de dompter les attentes. _______ Si vous voulez en savoir plus sur la couverture : Oui, c'est Luna, la FL... Sa peau et ses vêtements se transforment en écailles brillantes grâce à son pouvoir de dragon. Vous vous souvenez de Sailor Moon ? Les filles magiques ? Maintenant, imaginez si la tenue magique n'était pas une jolie robe, mais un véritable dragon ! Le dragon est la robe... Ce n'est pas juste de la mode ; c'est de la fusion. Les bêtes de haut niveau ont tendance à laisser leur marque, et Luna la porte comme une patronne, réalisant le coup de maître ultime. _______ Nous utiliserons le même Discord de mon premier livre, venez nous rejoindre ! https://discord.gg/W3CjfC2cw4 _______ Tags frivoles qui semblent beaucoup importer à certains lecteurs : Pas de Yaoi, pas de Yuri, Possiblement Harem (Votez ! Je peux écrire l'un ou l'autre, et dans tous les cas, il y aura plusieurs filles. La seule différence est s'il en choisit une à la fin ou s'il prend la route "libérale".... la démocratie est vôtre !), Pas de NTR.

Every hero starts with power. He started with dust. One moment, the classroom buzzed with teenage chatter. The next, silence fell. Students blinked—and opened their eyes in an ancient hall carved from gold and marble. The air shimmered with divine magic. And at its center stood a goddess—flawless, proud, unbelievably beautiful and wrapped in flowing white. It was a divine summoning performed by a divine goddess. Among them was Vritra… and his stunningly beautiful mother. While others received blessings, powerful physiques and grand titles, Vritra was given a skill so pathetic it made even the goddess wrinkle her nose. An ability—so pitifully weak that it drew laughter, scorn, and even disgust. But that wasn't the worst part. Betrayed and cornered inside the labyrinth, Vritra had two choices: die… or fall into the death trap. A death canopy with no exit and no chance of survival, the only option was to slaughter the demons endlessly for months. Finally!! He forced his dormant skill to awaken, after killing thousands and hundreds of thousands demons and devouring them, becoming a broken ability. A dragon? A demon? What am I exactly? ****** White robes. Cold arrogance A sinful revenge. White robes can stain. And in the dark, even divinity can moan. And then there was his mo— guilt in her breath, shame in her eyes, whispering apologies between gasps in her son's ear, doing what had to be done… for both their sakes, giving birth to a morally wrong relation. ________________ Absolutely no NTR, none at all!!! Discord: https://discord.gg/5Bp6Pb9UzN Extra chapters based on response I receive, that's all for now, peace out!!

"Have you heard of him?" A small boy tugged at a woman's skirt, his tiny finger pointing at the large portrait of a man clad in a minister’s robe. "Shhh! Don’t say its name!" The woman hushed him, glancing around anxiously. She knew the boy was only curious about the drawing, yet the inscription beside it spoke of someone else entirely. Still, the credit had been given to the man in the portrait. "Why?" "We just... don’t say it." "Are you talking about The Next General?" A man dressed as a scholar interjected, inserting himself into the conversation. "Everyone is talking about it. After a hundred years, it has returned. I can't decide whether that fills me with hope or dread." His words were meant to impress, to showcase his knowledge, but the woman only tightened her grip on the boy, scooped him up, and hurried away like a hunted animal sensing danger. The scholar let out a single sharp laugh. "A chaotic rhythm… and marvellously extraordinary times are upon us," he murmured, before turning and walking away. --- Disclaimer This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and events are either the product of the author's imagination or used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or to real events is purely coincidental. The views and opinions expressed by the characters do not necessarily reflect those of the author. This book contains content that may not be suitable for all audiences. Reader discretion is advised. ------- Author-Sama is here with another one, been planning this for quite a while but laziness and procrastination keeps holding me down but now I am free. Here is another exciting historical novel, please enjoy.

Après six ans d'amour pour Julian Grayson et littéralement le maintenir en vie grâce à ses dons de sang rares, Hazel Ashworth n'est qu'à trois jours de devenir sa femme lorsqu'il appelle pour annuler leur mariage. La raison ? Sa demi-sœur Ivy a été diagnostiquée d'un cancer en phase terminale et son souhait avant de mourir est d'épouser Julian à sa place. Hazel regarde avec horreur Julian prendre sa robe de mariée artisanale pour Ivy, qui prévoit de la porter tout en volant non seulement le fiancé de Hazel, mais aussi l'intégralité de son mariage—même lieu, même date, même saveur de gâteau. C'est une répétition dévastatrice de leur enfance, où la mère d'Ivy, Eleanor, a détruit la famille de Hazel en séduisant son père et en poussant sa mère au suicide, puis a passé des années à écarter Hazel tandis qu'Ivy prenait tout ce qui lui appartenait autrefois. Mais cette fois, Hazel refuse de craquer comme sa mère l'a fait. Elle exige toute l'entreprise de Julian et deux millions de dollars en compensation, puis se présente à l'hôpital pour livrer le "cadeau de mariage" d'Ivy de la manière la plus explosive possible. Alors qu'Ivy joue parfaitement la victime mourante et que Julian reste aveugle à sa manipulation, Hazel commence à soupçonner que la maladie de sa demi-sœur n'est peut-être pas aussi terminale que tout le monde le croit. Quand Ivy a l'audace de demander à Hazel d'être témoin de son mariage avec Julian, les gants tombent complètement. Maintenant, Hazel doit décider jusqu'où elle est prête à aller pour exposer la vérité et récupérer ce qui lui revient de droit, même si cela signifie détruire l'homme qu'elle aimait autrefois dans le processus.

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.

Isabella was supposed to be sipping champagne at a luxury spa, not waking up in the middle of a forest. Worse, a SYSTEM had attached itself to her like some clingy ex, spouting nonsense about survival, quests, and—oh, hell no—manual labor. "System, I was NOT built for the wilderness! My ideal ‘roughing it’ experience involves a five-star hotel with bad WiFi!" Now, instead of lounging in silk robes, she’s being ordered to farm? To hunt? "A farming quest? You want me—a city girl—to grow food? System, I once killed a cactus by overwatering it. This is NOT my calling!" And don’t even get her started on the hygiene situation. "You want me to bathe in a cold river? Darling, I require warm water, scented oils, and an ambience! What do I look like—some barbarian?!" Unfortunately, the locals—big, muscular beastmen—don’t seem to understand the concept of self-care. The women? Neglecting their skin like it’s a crime to be radiant. The men? Walking hygiene disasters. "Ladies, if your man can smell you before he sees you, we have a problem." "You see this? This is lotion. It exists so you don’t look like a dried-up leaf. Use it." "A beard should be majestic, not tragic. Let me fix it." And the beastmen? They don’t just stare at her like she’s an oddity. No, they hover. They smirk. They lean in too close, fangs flashing with amusement. "Why do you keep looking at me like that?" she huffed, crossing her arms. The panther grinned, his tail flicking. "Because you’re fascinating when you’re annoyed." No, absolutely not. She was not here for this nonsense. "If you have time to stare, you have time to moisturize." She didn’t ask to be here. She didn’t ask to be their savior. But if she has to suffer through this world, she’s making everyone around her suffer less—through skincare, style, and some serious attitude. "If I hear one more ‘We don’t season our food here,’ I’m launching a war." "If you have time to gossip, you have time to do squats." "You want to impress a woman? Start with not smelling like the battlefield." Survival isn’t just about fighting monsters; it’s about looking good while doing it. So what if the System keeps throwing impossible quests her way? "What do you mean ‘you can’t skip quests’?! Since when?! Where is the skip button?! I demand a skip button!" But somewhere between dodging ridiculous quests and fixing these people’s tragic grooming habits, Isabella found herself in situations. Uncomfortable, heart-racing situations. Like being trapped against a tree by the red python, his red eyes half-lidded as he murmured, "You talk too much, little star. Should I silence you?" Like waking up with the lion lord’s fur-lined cloak draped over her shoulders, his deep voice gruff, "You shiver in your sleep. I’ll fix that." Like the phoenix watching her every move, his burning gaze searing into her skin as he mused, "You cause chaos wherever you go, but I find that I don’t mind." Oh, hell. No. She was not about to fall for four beastmen. She was too pretty for this much stress. "If you insult me again, I’ll make sure your soul needs a beauty upgrade." "I refuse to be disrespected by anyone who dresses like an unwashed tree branch." And yet, when a rival tribe came to challenge her, when danger lurked too close, those same beastmen stood beside her—smirking, taunting, fighting for her. "A beastman growled at me today. I growled back. He ran. I am the alpha now." Isabella isn’t just surviving. She’s thriving. And this world better keep up.

The latest novel by the author of 'I Became An Immortal On Mortal Realm', Let me laugh, the author you will never be disappointed with, enjoy to your heart's content!!! ------------- Author's message to webnovel readers: It has come as an unexpected delight that Xianxia novels, a genre unique to China, have been warmly received by an international audience. I sincerely thank everyone for their support. I am committed to considering all the valuable suggestions put forth by readers, and to maintaining the style you have all come to love, all the while striving to continue delivering my best work. The book "Steadily Becoming a Saint, The Immortal Officials Hired Me to Tend the Horses" retains the familiar style of my previous works but ventures into entirely new territory with its plot and world-building. This story will reflect mortal aspirations for eternal life and ascension to immortality, as well as portray the epic tale of celestial beings witnessing the evolution of the universe through the ages. I hope you will all enjoy it. Best regards. by Let me laugh ------------- As a house servant, Gu An accidentally shattered a jar of Spirit Flowers in his youth, and in his panic, he discovered that he had seized twelve years of life span! A path to immortality thus unfolded before Gu An's eyes! In order to cultivate in peace, Gu An chose to become a Servant Disciple of the Supreme Sect, planting medicinal herbs daily to cultivate by seizing the life span of these herbs. Through the evolution of life span, his Basic Skill constantly evolved, deducing from Basic Sorcery to reach Divine Skills that connected to heaven! Eras changed, constellations shifted, and the Mortal World transformed vastly. Gradually, legends of immortals emerged in the Mortal World. The immortal known as Gu An expended half of his life span, helping his Cultivation Level break through the limits of the Immortal Path and achieving the realm of a Saint, soaring above the heavenly laws. However, one day, a white-robed old man with a saintly presence came to visit Gu An. "I am Xuan Qing from the Heavenly Stars above, appointed by the Heavenly Emperor Tai Hao. Hearing of Daoist Friend's numerous benevolent deeds in the Mortal World and your countless rescues of the living beings here, the merits are immeasurable. Thus, I have been dispatched from the Lower Realm to invite Daoist Friend to join the ranks of the immortals, to take up an immortal office, the Divine Steed Celestial Official." "May I ask what the duties of the Divine Steed Celestial Official are?" "In the Heavenly Court, there are divine steeds that can traverse earth and heaven and penetrate Yin Yang. The Divine Steed Celestial Official is responsible for looking after and feeding these divine steeds." Huh? Taking care of horses? Groom?!

This is a game of deities. This is a fallen world. This is an endless voyage. Amidst the ruins of a shattered reality, a race known as "humans" dares to stake their existence on the faint glimmer of hope. "I shall return unto you the trials we once endured," proclaims a man of benevolent smile as he stands atop the pinnacle of the world. With fluttering banners, he gazes upon the radiant tapestry of the cosmos. He points a single finger toward the distant stars. Boom! A thunderous explosion shatters the silence, echoing across the desolate landscape.

The grey world descended with a red meteor, like the ghostly reflection behind a mirror, gradually dragging the civilized world into the abyss of disorder. In this era, human life is as insignificant as dust. In this era, humanity shines as brightly as stars. The grand building was about to collapse. Someone saw an actor standing on the ruins of civilization, with a red robe like blood, laughing and crying from time to time. The curtain of The Times slowly opened behind him. He spread his arms wide, yes~

Dr. Han Seoryu, known as the "Golden Hands of Seoul," is a famous and respected surgeon all over South Korea. He’s so good, not a single patient has ever died in his hands. And not just that! He’s also a master chef! Yes, he’s also the Top 1 Winner of the famous cooking competition show “Chef’s Glory Korea.” So he doesn’t just hold a scalpel, but also a spatula and knife. No one else’s kimchi stew can compete with his! But… one tragedy changed everything. While in the middle of a critical surgery for the most famous CEO of Kang Corporation, an unexpected incident happened. The CEO passed away on the operating table. The news exploded. Media frenzy. Hate comments. Netizens canceled him. And from deep sadness and pressure, he went up to the hospital rooftop… and slipped. When he opened his eyes—it was a different world. He was in a traditional Korean room, wearing a white robe. In the mirror, he saw… his face looked super feminine?! “WAIT A MINUTE, WHY DO I LOOK LIKE MY OLDER SISTER?!” He quickly checked his body, and when he saw that junior was still present, he sighed in relief. But his mind became even more confused when he found out… he was now in the Joseon Era?! And what’s worse—he’s the child of the most well-known doctor of that time… and EVERYONE’S CALLING HIM A GIRL?! Now officially known as Han Yura, he’s chosen to be a concubine of the coldest, most famous war god and most terrifying Crown Prince—Kang Hyunjoon—who looks exactly like the CEO who died in his hands!? How can he go back if even he doesn’t know how to go back!?

Notice: [1 Review = 10 Chapters] - Just write a review and I will upload the next 50 chapters in 12 Hours. - [1 Powerstone = 1 Chapter] - You can contribute by giving powerstone. - After the ‘100-Year War’ between the Necromancers and Priests, an all-time genius who’ll shake the power structure was born. “Am I a rare case or something? Do I have talent?” A potential beyond all imagination. He obtained his father’s undead army and entered the great Necromancer school of Kizen that divided the continent. Geniuses are geniuses, even when gathered among the elites. The research community was flipped on its head by the appearance of a new case. Professors wouldn’t leave him be alone, wanting to make him study directly under them. Officials from all over the kingdom and heads of organizations fidgeted over whether to scout him. “Professor! When can I make a Lich?” “Gimme a break. How talented are you? You’re crossing the line, honestly.” A genius among geniuses had appeared. ================== “Simon.” “Hm?” Lethe’s golden eyes met his. “Are we enemies?” Simon closed his eyes. “Do enemies heal each other?” “I’m serious,” she muttered. “One day, I’ll be a saint. You, a corps commander. Then... we’ll have to kill each other. Or lose someone important.” She looked away. “That’s fate. So—” “It’s not fate. Just your thoughts,” Simon interrupted with a small smile. “Even as adults, we can still meet, laugh, treat wounds. I believe that future exists.” His voice grew firm. “Let’s focus on now—and do everything we can to prevent that future.” Lethe was quiet, then stood with a soft smile, removing her robe. “I’ll fight. You take care of the rest.” Simon rose. “Leave it to me.” [Fantasy Novel by SALVO. Released by Mr. Thousand]

Shoved into the backseat of his father's car right after graduation, Riley Hale ended up marching toward a company building with a bagged lunch and a pen. Still in his toga, the fresh graduate never thought he’d land in the office of the continent’s top lizard, err, dragon, as his aide. And that would’ve driven any person wishing for a corporate career to tears. After all, who wouldn’t want to serve the fastest ticket up the corporate ladder: Kael Dravaryn, the infamously elegant, unhinged, and extremely overpowered Dragon Lord of the continent? Well, that would be Riley. The same Riley who didn’t expect to spend his days dodging fireballs, dressing his boss in robes more complicated than dark magic, and serving as a literal target during morning sparring. Now trapped in a job he never truly agreed to, the hardworking aide decided to hold out until it was time for his glorious resignation. But leaving a dragon’s clutches could never be easy, especially one with elemental mastery and a finger worth a private army. Yet, as Riley, who longs to quit, attempts to navigate ancient politics, wyvern threats, and other accidents (many of which are definitely not his fault), he might just hallucinate himself into seeing something beneath his boss’s arrogance and molten glares. Maybe he’d actually care if Riley got turned to ash.

[Mature Content Warning] In the fading twilight of the Moorish empire, Aneesa is betrayed by her family and sold to the palace as a concubine. But the Alhambra holds more than silks and secrets-within its walls lie dangerous scrolls, ancient alchemy, and a prince (Emir) who'd rather vanish into books than claim his throne. When the palace's future collides with an approaching army, Aneesa and Emir Tariq must decide whether love is their greatest weakness or their most powerful weapon. Forbidden love, dark magic, and courtly betrayal collide in this slow-burn historical fantasy where passion may be the only thing strong enough to rewrite fate. --- Excerpt --- Aneesa melted into him, hands grasping at his muscular arms. His fingertips slid along her back, pulling her in with the urgency of someone who had denied himself too long. She gasped as he picked her up and spun her around. In no time, her spine met the cold stone table, and scrolls and ink jars were knocked aside. Their tongues thrashed together as one hand clutched at her breasts and another raised her robe and navigated up her inner thigh. The Emir paused, looking at her with eyes on fire with desire.

In a palace veiled by silk and secrets, loyalty is a mask—and love can be deadly. Born into a noble family, Lianfu’s life shattered the night her household was massacred for uncovering a royal conspiracy. Mistaken for a servant girl, she survived—scarred, silenced, and blindfolded by fate. But death did not claim her… vengeance chose her. Now known only as A’fu, she returns years later as a cold and deadly shadow, hiding her identity beneath flowing black robes and a silk cloth covering her eyes. Her blade is silent. Her resolve, unshakable. By her side is Prince Xiao Liwei—once a disregarded son of the Emperor, now a poised warrior cloaked in white. Elegant and sharp as a drawn fan, he walks a path riddled with betrayal and hidden enemies. But behind his gentle gaze lies a fierce protector… and a heart drawn to the mystery that is A’fu. Together, they will unravel the truth. Together, they will fight to survive. But in a court of lies and masked killers, how much will love cost?

Welcome to a world of swords, sorcery, and supreme identity crises. Kaen Vale was nobody. A pub-crawling barfly with more bruises than brain cells, he spent his days chasing cheap ale and losing bets to retired mercenaries. Life wasn’t perfect, but at least it wasn’t magical—until one day he opened his eyes and found himself wearing the crown, the robes, and the terrifying reputation of the world’s most feared tyrant: Rael Ithos, the Archmage King. There’s just one tiny problem: Kaen can’t cast a single spell. Waking up in the middle of an assassination attempt, Kaen barely dodges death by playing the world’s most outrageous bluff. With a talking cloak (Mimic) whispering fashion advice and ancient secrets in his ear, a suspiciously loyal commander watching his every move, and a sword-swinging heroine hell-bent on fulfilling a prophecy that ends with his decapitation, Kaen has exactly zero room to breathe. Or fail. To survive, he must master the deadliest court in the realm, fake magical genius, unravel cosmic conspiracies, and maybe—just maybe—become a better ruler than the tyrant he replaced. But with every choice, every lie, and every flash of Rael’s haunting memories clawing at the back of his mind, Kaen is starting to wonder: Was Rael truly a villain? And if Kaen wears the mask long enough... will he still be Kaen underneath? --- Prepare for: Court politics served with sarcasm and sabotage. A talking cloak with sass, secrets, and style. Enemies who flirt with their blades (and sometimes their hearts). Explosions. So many magical explosions Kaen definitely did not cause (okay, maybe a few). This is a tale of mistaken identity, reluctant heroism, and the absurd joy of bluffing your way through an apocalypse. It’s the kind of story where the protagonist doesn’t get a cheat system, the villain’s plan actually makes sense, and nobody’s getting overpowered because they ate a fruit, read a scroll, or tripped on a dragon bone. Fans of political fantasy, magical mysteries, and snarky underdogs with zero qualifications—this story is for you. Kaen Vale didn’t sign up to rule the world... ...but if the crown fits, fake it till the throne stops spinning. --- Tags: Fantasy, Action, Reincarnation, Kingdom Building, Magic School (sort of), Enemies-to-Reluctant-Allies, Secret Identity, No-Magic Main Character, Cloak with More Personality Than the MC, Final Boss Energy --- Perfect for readers who love: Overlord meets The Emperor’s New Groove Schemes that backfire in glorious, hilarious ways Magical girl-level transformations, but for tyrants Prophecies that need therapy Found families, reluctant friendships, and morally confused mages --- A refreshing change of pace from the usual “I died and became a god in three chapters” template. If you’re tired of protagonists collecting harems faster than they level up, or villains that turn good because the main character smiled at them once—welcome. Updates twice weekly. Bring snacks, lower expectations, and enjoy the ride.

Jin Mu-ryong, the disgraced heir of the Frozen Blade Sect, kneels before the Imperial Court—his hands bound in soul-severing chains, his once-proud robes reduced to bloodied rags. The Emperor, flanked by the very martial brothers Mu-ryong once called family, grins as he pronounces the sentence: "Execution for the traitor." Desperation turns to rage as Mu-ryong smashes his forehead against the floor—not in surrender, but in final defiance. The impact cracks the marble, and in that instant, a blinding summoning circle ignites beneath him, its intricate runes unlike any Murim formation. The Emperor's smirk vanishes as Mu-ryong dissolves into golden light, leaving behind only a whisper of qi and the echoing laughter of… someone else. He awakens naked and wounded in a grand cathedral, surrounded by foreign mages in flowing robes. Their language is gibberish, but their expressions are clear: awe and terror. For Mu-ryong has not been exiled—he has been summoned. The Kingdom of Luminar is losing its war against the Demon God’s hordes. Their last hope? A "Hero from Beyond the Heavens and a puppet they can control." But what they got was no hero, nor a beast to be tamed—they summoned a vengeful Murim monster.

' It is said that, beyond our sky, there are countless of stars, and each star holds a world of it's own, with powerful abilities beyond one's imagination. And that as long as you reach your hand upward with determination, a celestial body might heed your call and come towards you.. ' ' What if you received memories of the future you? What would you do? Would you believe in them and try changing your life? Would you just think of them as a passing dream ?...' Somewhere in the void... A tall and muscular man with long platinum blond hair in a black robe stood in the void of space. He was looking before him, where a grand scene was taking place. Countless galaxies and nebulas were moving in specific trajectories as if they were following an order. " I did what I thought was right to do. I do not lament nor do I regret, for it is an emotion of the weak. If I had to choose again, I'd still do the same, that is my conviction. That's what makes #### who he is now. " He turned his head towards another figure that was standing not too far behind him and asked with an deadpan face. " What about you? ####, What would you have done if you received what I've received, would you have the courage and firmness to accept this gift ? " But he didn't let the questioned respond as he smiled and lifted his left hand, holding a golden longsword that was slightly vibrating and pointed it towards the questioned one before finally ending the conversation. " The weak will always be weak as long as they don't have the will and courage to challenge those who are stronger than them." After gently saying those words, the man slashed horizontally with his golden sword, * SHWINGGG!!!!* unleashing a bright golden light that went straight to his opponent at an amazing speed and at the same time- *Shuuu!!* His figure flickered forward, following closely behind his attack... In the vast void of space, Two figures could be seen moving closely together then separating from time to time. ---------------------------------------------- Hello! Author here! just to say that the book is still in development, or to say uhmm everything is still in development, please do bear patience with this author! I just posted the uploaded the cover and the synopsis because of my own impatience sigh... the cover doesn't belong to me, just found it in Pinterest. that's all for now!

In a brutal cultivation world where power is everything, Lin Ye finds himself reincarnated as the fearsome leader of the Demonic Path. But beneath the black robes lies a dangerous secret—he is actually a spy from the Righteous Path. As tensions rise and his bloodthirsty subordinates prepare for war, Lin Ye must tread carefully to avoid exposure and certain death. Just when survival seems hopeless, a mysterious God-Level Entertainment System activates, granting him access to modern Earth’s apps like Douyin (TikTok). Armed with strange his strange system, Lin Ye sets out to rewrite the fate of both good and evil. Watch as he uses the power of entertainment to manipulate sects, sway hearts, and silently reshape the cultivation world from the shadows. ⚠️Disclaimer: I am not the original author of this novel, and I do not own the cover photo. If the owner wishes for it to be taken down, please feel free to message me.

I wasn’t supposed to be here. Not in this fallen temple. Not in this broken life. Reborn as a false priest, a lie draped in worn robes, praying to gods who had long forgotten me. This place was my prison. My exile. A tomb for a soul who had no right to hope. Then he appeared. A filthy man, reeking of sweat and something darker, something intoxicating. His eyes gleamed with wild fire, and a crooked smile tugged at his lips like he knew every secret I tried to hide. He sauntered in, voice low and teasing. "Well, well, what do we have here? A little lost lamb in a den of shadows?"He asked. "I am the last priest this temple has."I said. He laughed, a slow, sultry sound that sent shivers down my spine. "False priest, true sinner. You’re far too serious for a place like this." His gaze lingered a moment too long, the heat in his eyes promising danger and delight. "I’m not supposed to fall. Not supposed to want."I said. He stepped closer, breath warm against my ear. "Oh, but darling, temptation is the sweetest kind of prayer."He grinned. And just like that, my quiet exile shattered, torn apart by a demon’s obsession. A seduction incubus who wasn’t afraid to play with fire… and power me in ways I never expected.

I had finally done it—achieved the ultimate Paladin build. Maxed stats, impenetrable armor, and so many resistances that death itself had given up on me. I was an unkillable tank, an indomitable force. Nothing could stop me. And then my PC exploded. I died. Irony, thou art a cruel mistress. But instead of the afterlife, I woke up as my Paladin character… in the wrong freaking genre. Instead of castles and dungeons, there were people flying around on swords, shooting qi beams like fantasy laser guns. “This is definitely the wrong genre,” I muttered, watching a pompous young master sneer at me. “Kowtow, kiss my foot, and beg for forgiveness!” he declared. I looked at my imaginary maxed-out health bar, then at his flimsy silk robes. Oh, this was going to be fun. __________________________________________________ Hey everyone! I'm looking to expand my reader base by posting here on WN. My penname is Alfir (or Alfir2 on RR). Unfortunately, I lost access to my main account, so this is my new one. If you’ve read my works before, I’d really appreciate your support again! If you enjoy my stories and want to read more, you can also check out my Patreon: https://www.patreon.com/c/Alfir Thanks for your time, and I hope you enjoy my works! Let’s keep the stories going!

In the heart of Tamil Nadu lies Salem, a city plagued by corruption, crime, and broken promises of justice. When Mano Kanagaraj, a fearless and brilliant criminal lawyer, is betrayed and murdered for exposing a powerful political-legal conspiracy, his story should have ended. But justice has other plans. Revived by a mysterious force known only as the Lex System, Mano is granted a second life—and a powerful tool that transforms Indian law into a living weapon. Now armed with real-time access to the IPC, CrPC, RTI, PILs, and court tactics, Mano returns not just as a lawyer—but as a silent warrior of justice. With each case he takes, he exposes buried secrets, breaks powerful criminals in court, and navigates the grey areas of law with sharp intellect and unshakable determination. From land mafia in Mettur to corrupt MLAs and black-robed betrayers within the very courts he once trusted, Mano’s fight has just begun. But with every verdict he wins, a darker enemy begins to watch him—one who controls Salem’s underbelly from behind the judge’s bench. This time, justice won’t be begged for—it will be demanded. “I’m not here to argue. I’m here to punish. By the law.”

Meili is a once-in-a-generation beauty raised in secrecy in the inner courtyards. To keep her safe from the palace concubine selections, her family conspires to make everyone, including her, believe that she's ugly. The secret's revealed when 3 peeping Tom’s get more than they bargained for spying on the 'ugly sister' bathing. The perverts are best friends, a young commander, the second prince, and an admired poet, and the 3 young men compete fiercely for her affections. As Meili emerges from 16 years in seclusion, her deeply rooted body dysmorphia has hilarious consequences as she misreads her interactions with men and proves to be a far more complex puzzle to woo than any of them are equipped for. A cdrama romcom where a young girl is a glittering prize trying her hardest not to be won. [#teen #lovequadrangle #historicalromance #romcom #chinesedrama #sweetromance] EXTRACT: Meili slipped out of her robe and sat on a ledge in the warm pool. Her long black hair cascaded down her back, tiny silver bells tinkled as she moved. It felt wonderful to be free of her chest binding. It was starting to get quite painful. She didn't dare stop wearing it in case it encouraged her already disconcertingly large breasts to keep expanding. It was onto this scene that the Commander, the Prince and the poet happened, as they soundlessly raised their heads above the peaked roofline. For a full minute not one of them moved or breathed. Her long hair covered her generous curves, allowing tantalising glimpses. She reached behind her neck to push back her hair. Commander Bai, realising what was about to happen, clamped each of his hands firmly over the eyes of the Prince and Tan Bowen. A fight broke out on the ridge-line as the men clawed and scratched in a panicked attempt to see what came next. Meili looked up in fright, just as the commander forcefully pushed his two friends, sliding them down the steep rooftop. For just a split second, the eyes of Commander Bai and Meili met.

!!R18 | Mature | Dark Erotica | Dubious Consent | Submissive MC | Possessive Twins | Court Politics | Pain & Pleasure !! Liam thought he was being blessed. Instead, he was being claimed. On his 18th birthday, he woke up in a golden collar—lying on silk sheets in a see-through dress that clung to his soft skin. His body trembled. His lips parted. His fate pulsed against his throat like a curse he couldn’t remove. He was told it meant love. That he was mated. But fate didn’t give him a soulmate. It gave him two. Not lovers. Demons. Twin brothers. Kings of a realm soaked in power and cruelty. The door creaked open. Maximilian stepped in first—shirtless, silent, his body marked in dark tattoos that crawled like sin across his chest. No smile. No warmth. Just sharp eyes and restrained rage. Then Elijah followed—smirking, robe hanging loose, gaze unapologetically tracing every inch of Liam’s exposed thighs. He didn’t wait. “Lets complete the ritual little angel.” Liam froze. He didn’t speak. He didn’t even know what that means. He was pulled to the edge of the bed like something bought, not bonded—his dress riding up, baring untouched skin to cold air and hotter gazes. And that night… didn’t end in kisses. It ended in voices, tears, and marks. He was supposed to be theirs. But to them? He was an angel no matter how hard they wanted they couldn't trust and angel , not with court plotting everything that's against him. In the palace, he wasn’t a their. He was a question. A threat. A spy. Even his mates didn’t trust him. And yet... somehow, in stolen glances and quiet silences, they made him feel just a little bit special. Just enough to hurt. They wanted his submission. His obedience. His body. For revenge. For power. For pleasure. Liam thought love was part of fate. But fate only delivered him into the arms of his enemies—two demons who never asked what he wanted. Now, trapped between politics and desire, pleasure and pain, he’s left to wonder: "Will they ever love him? Or will they just take him... until there’s nothing left to break?" He was raised to be soft. Now he moans under monsters who only believe in control.

A hidden dragon lurked in the abyss, cultivating immortality for ten years. Today I descend the mountain—I, unmatched across all realms! Mortals mock my ragged robes, unaware a Celestial Sovereign descends upon them. Nobles scorn my archaic speech, ignorant that my word could doom entire lineages. With but one sword in hand, I rend the heavens apart! I descend only to declare to this world— The Divinity has returned!

Liang Zhenyu never believed in ghosts. That is, until he was assigned to Room 404—the only vacant room in the eerie, crumbling Xiao Meng Dormitory. The elevator doesn’t reach the fourth floor. The back stairwell carries incense in the air and rules whispered too late. Inside the room? Four spirits await him: a dorm warden who died in 1852, a 90s schoolgirl obsessed with Jay Chou, a grandma who feeds sleeping guests, and a red-robed woman who sweeps shadows in silence. But they aren’t the scariest part. Something—or someone—watches Zhenyu from the eastern hallway. A girl with jasmine-scented hair and a gaze that feels like a memory from another life. In this dormitory, the line between the living and the dead begins to blur. And Zhenyu must choose: survive the haunting… or uncover the truth that binds him to them— and to her. — Dark, romantic, and laced with absurdity, Dormitory on the Fourth Floor is a supernatural tale where horror and humor walk hand-in-hand, and love lingers… even after death.

What defines virtue, and who decides its measure? If those in white robes preach justice but silence dissent with bloodied hands, can they still call themselves righteous? And what of those cloaked in shadow? If forbidden power is wielded to strike down oppressors, are they evil—or simply feared? In a world where strength is law, virtue bends to the will of the powerful. In the darkness, Xu Yan rose as the Shadow Emperor, leaving virtue behind for ambition.

In a place that looked just out a story book stood a tall castle in the thrones room stood a magic circle surrounded by people dressed in hoodied robes chanting......as the magic circle lit up on Appeared a boy about the age of 12. A beautiful princess walked up him said....... Princess: O great hero please save our world from the demon lord in name od the creator goddess..... Boy: I have been summoned to another world and as a hero yoshaa!!!!!!!! Unknown: Hands up freeze dont move hand where i can see them ............ You are under arrest.

In a hall that was supported by golden craving runes pillars, the surroundings were silent except for the heavy breathing of an injured white robe teen with green hair and blue eyes while holding a sword in his hand was kneeling on the floor. The blood covered his whole white robe in red. Many bodies lie on the floor around the green-haired teen, indicating how intense the battle was. Standing in front of the injured green-haired teen was a teen named Kaal with long jet-black hair and deep black eyes, with a handsome face with a dominating aura. By piercing the sword in the chest of the green-haired teen, Kaal said with a smirk on his face, "Finally, the dog died...". Taking out the cursed soul orb, Kaal read the memory of the green-haired Raven. "HAHAHA HAHAHA, so that was his secret. a soul from another blue planet called Earth possessed the body of Raven..." Kaal said while laughing. Like a story of a novel on his planet. Raven must be the MC who might be destined to ascend to the height of the world, and I might be an arrogant young master-type Villain, whose role is to make the MC shine. -----------××××----------------- Join the journey of kaal from Villain to the strongest demon god. -Slow-paced novel where every character has their arc. -English is not my native language.