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Omega Of The Eclipse

Nael staggered backward, his shoulder hitting the stone wall, breath stuttering as a wave of unbearable heat crashed through him. “No,” he whispered, clutching his chest. “Not now—” Lucius stood across the room, his coat tossed aside, shirt undone at the collar. His scent—sharp cedar, iron, and cold fire—flooded the chamber like a storm. It curled around Nael’s skin, invasive, choking, deliberate. “I told them not to give you suppressants,” Lucius said, voice low. “You were never meant to deny the bond. Look at you—your body’s unraveling.” “You… you did this?” Nael gasped, knees buckling. His omega core throbbed painfully, molten heat pooling in his stomach. “You spiked the air—” “I gave your body what it needed,” Lucius said evenly, stepping closer. “You can’t fight this forever. You’re mine. You’ve always been—” “Don’t,” Nael choked, nails digging into the wall. His vision swam. The bond mark on his neck flared red, spiraling out of control. Lucius reached for him. Nael screamed. The door slammed open. A blast of wild wind and storm scent filled the room like a second rupture in the world. Kyren stood there, hair unbound, gold eyes burning like the edge of the moon. “You bastard.” Lucius barely had time to turn before Kyren was on him, a snarl ripping from his throat. Fists collided with flesh, and a bone cracked. “You forced him!” Kyren roared, slamming Lucius into the wall. “You pushed him into heat—you knew he wasn’t ready!” “I was claiming what’s mine!” Lucius spat blood on his lip. “He’s not yours. He’s his own.” Nael collapsed just as Kyren’s fist drove into Lucius’s stomach. Everything went white. He didn’t feel himself hit the floor. He didn’t hear Kyren’s panicked voice shouting his name, didn’t see the bond sparks flicker wildly across his collarbones. The only thing he felt was heat—and then nothing at all. Darkness, soft, and absolute. ………. "You don’t belong here," they told him. But the moon had other plans. Nero is done with life. Abused, forgotten, and hollow, his final act is one of selflessness—until death pulls him into a world of wolves, war, and prophecy. Fate bound his soul to two alphas. But in a world where power means ownership, will love set him free—or destroy him? Nero thought death would be the end. Instead, it became a second chance... in the body of Nael, a hated, cursed omega in a ruthless werewolf realm. With his Earth memories intact and a new identity carved in blood and prophecy, Nero must survive a world of dominance, mating rituals, and ancient magic. But his new body comes with complications: a fated bond with two powerful alphas. Lucius—cold, possessive, and hiding a terrifying secret. Kyren—brutal yet protective, and determined to uncover the soul behind the eyes. As Nero’s life spirals out of control and an ancient curse awakens, he must untangle the truth behind Nael’s past, the dark forces hunting him, and the twisted fate tying all three of them together. He came from a world that broke him. Now, he must decide if this one is worth fighting for.
Aria_Solstice · 2.3K Views

The Fragile Beauty Can See the Ghost

Su Nanzhi was born with a heart condition and was once told she wouldn't live past 18. But she survived, and with her extraordinary eyes, her heart was trained to remain untroubled. The first time she saw Jiang Beiyu, she heard a song beating "thump thump" in her chest. He was so handsome. Su Nanzhi fit the image of a delicate beauty all too well, and she happened to have been nurtured in a rural village for over a decade. Her uncles, brothers, and sisters in the family looked at her as though she were a performing monkey. That is, until this performing monkey shed all her covert coats... Theater 1: Owing to Su Nanzhi's heart condition, her classmates were always afraid to say anything too stimulating, even speaking to her in soft, gentle tones. Later, at dawn, a few classmates who loved horror films bumped into Su Nanzhi at a midnight showing in a movie theater. Classmate: “…” Is the tolerance for heart disease this high now? Su Nanzhi: Will you listen to my explanation? You might not believe it, but the ghosts in the movies aren't as scary as the ones she saw when she first started out. Theater 2: The handsome and distinguished young man read Su Nanzhi's old journals and found out how she had drooled over her own face for more than just a day or two. He frowned as if he had encountered a problem trickier than Goldbach's Conjecture and finally couldn't help but ask her: “Are you sure you're just into my face?” “My body is pretty good too, do you want to check it out?”
Cutest Kitty · 499.7K Views

Ruling as the Next Dragon Sage!

Dragon’s Tale: Ultimate was the VRMMORPG to end all VRMMORPGs—a fantasy world where players chose from hundreds of dragon classes to fight, grind, evolve, and eventually ascend to the legendary title of [Dragon Sage], a divine heavenly serpent. Shake the heavens, change the meta entirely. It was something that all fought for, but none achieved. 17-year-old Ryuuzen Valeflame was this close to achieving it. One of the top players. Dark Silver Dragonoid breed. Built different. But sabotage, backstabs, and RNG hell meant he never reached the endgame title. So, in the final hours before the servers shut down forever, he decided to solo one of the hardest legacy bosses—just for the memories. He did not expect to get hit by [Tier 0: Medusa’s Stare] and turn to stone mid-fight. He also didn’t expect the shutdown to happen before he could hit the logout button. And so he stayed. Frozen. Forgotten. For thousands of in-game years. Until now. Ryuuzen wakes up in a very different Dragonia—no players, no devs, just ancient legends and glitchy memories of the old world. Turns out, he’s still a Dark Silver Dragon… and now technically a divine being revered. So yeah. If he’s gonna be stuck here? He might as well finally become the [Dragon Sage]—for real this time. Join Ryuuzen on his chaotic journey through a world that barely remembers what patch notes even were. With absurd companions, cults who think he’s a god, and enough overpowered dragon nonsense to crash an old server—this isekai is about to get out of hand. - - - - - - - [!] Discord server dropping soon!
Quinncir · 232.5K Views

The Spoilt Beauty And Her Beasts

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.
Glimmer_Giggle · 202.8K Views

Magic System, Second Chance?

Samuel Raveish was the undisputed master of his digital realms, an otaku recluse whose life revolved around the precise optimization of fantasy RPGs and the meta-knowledge of countless light novels. In his cramped London flat, he lived an existence of comfortable detachment, perfecting character builds and conquering virtual gods, always musing, "If only life had a reset button." Then, his cynical wish was brutally granted. A blinding flash, a rending agony, and Samuel awakens in Aetheria, a vibrant, chaotic medieval fantasy world brimming with powerful, unpredictable magic called Primordial Aetheric Currents. Before his eyes, a persistent, translucent blue screen flickers: "ERROR: SOUL INTEGRATION FAILED. REPEAT ATTEMPT 622,822,031." Samuel’s initial reaction is pure gamer logic: he's the chosen protagonist, this is his Isekai fantasy, and the "error" is merely an overpowered cheat ability. He quickly discovers his "cheat": Return by Death. Each excruciating death sends him back to a "last stable state," usually his humble cot in the "Stumbling Stag" inn of Oakhaven, memory intact, but body reset. But Aetheria is no game. His first attempts to "optimize" his life and "quest" his way to power are met with humiliating, agonizing deaths. He stumbles into Dire Beasts in the Elderwood, falls victim to simple traps, or dies from mundane poisoning, forcing him to endure the visceral horror and cumulative psychological toll of dying repeatedly. His reliance on meta-knowledge crumbles against a world that doesn't play by rules, where even low-level threats can be deadly, and magic is wild and untamed. As Samuel loops through minor local conflicts, like the mystery of The Missing Child & Whispers of the Weaver, he repeatedly interacts with the first faces he comes to know in Aetheria: Elara, the pragmatic innkeeper; Lyra, the kind-hearted healer; and Roric "The Keen," the suspicious watchman. These initial encounters and the shared (though for them, forgotten) experiences within his loops teach him the immediate dangers and societal norms of this brutal new world, grounding him in its harsh reality before his journey inevitably leads him beyond Oakhaven. Unbeknownst to Samuel, a far grander, more insidious force subtly governs Aetheria: The Grand Conclave of the Aether. Operating through seemingly benevolent Virtuous Arch-Orders and shadowy Sinful Arch-Orders, the Conclave seeks absolute control over all Aether and, by extension, all life. As Samuel’s loops lead him to uncover deeper secrets beyond Oakhaven, his unique ability to learn from death might make him an unwitting disruptor to the Conclave’s meticulously crafted schemes, drawing their chilling gaze. This is the story of Samuel Raveish, an otaku forced to shed his cynical detachment. Enduring countless brutal deaths, he must navigate a world of genuine chaos and unexpected humanity, struggling to bridge the gap between his optimized gamer mind and the raw, painful reality of true existence. Can he master his terrifying "cheat" to not just survive, but to truly live and find purpose in a world that consistently defies his expectations, even as the powerful Grand Conclave moves to control all of Aetheria?
Raveish · 3.9K Views

THE MOONLIGHT GARDENER

Rossie, a senior at Haul Academy is restless and torn between her crush on Michael and the pressures of exams. Unable to sleep, she wanders the campus at night and discovers a hidden, magical garden glowing with moonflowers and jasmine tended by the enigmatic Midnight Gardener. This mysterious figure, cloaked in a long coat and hat, teases out Rossie’s secret feelings for Michael, offering her a moonflower that pulses with light and thrives on truths. The Gardener’s cryptic advice and the garden’s strange allure pull Rossie into a web of self-discovery. Driven by rumors, Rossie visits the old library to confront a cursed mirror said to reveal one’s destined love or greatest loss. To her shock, the mirror first shows the Gardener’s face, then Michael with her rival, Angela, fueling her fears of rejection and inadequacy tied to her parents’ divorce. Returning to the garden, the Gardener suggests the mirror reflects her fears and not fate, urging her to face her truths without anxiety. Emboldened, Rossie confesses her feelings to Michael in the courtyard, learning he likes her too, though rumors and Angela’s influence complicate things. Their playful banter sparks hope for a deeper connection. However, during a literature class, Rossie is haunted by the Gardener’s spectral presence, visible only to her and a chilling message on the chalkboard: “The garden’s watching.” Her outburst in class draws attention, but the Gardener vanishes, leaving Rossie questioning reality. As she grapples with the Gardener’s cryptic influence and her own insecurities, Rossie realizes she must confront her fears to pursue her feelings for Michael. The story blends magical realism with a coming-of-age narrative, exploring themes of love, self-doubt, and the courage to face one’s truth.
Amelia_em · 18.2K Views

Until Dusk Protocol

At the heart of a wish lies an attempt at completion, a human desire to become our true and final selves. Wishes are fuelled by regrets and are bound eternally to the past, serving as approximations of what once was. We all experience regret and nostalgia, leading us to make wishes and find despair, but can we become our true selves despite this all? That's where the story of a girl who struggles to control her desires begins... Two souls sharing the same body and memory are living in Kyoto 2031. Tang-Ji Shizukesa, a girl who's grown up in her previous life with a hardcore passion for gaming, is now a bookworm in her new life who has no interest in video games. Along with her, Kazami and Hoyeon, the three childhood friends who separated 7 years ago due to an accident, have now been reunited again in a VRMMORPG game known as Dusk Protocol. The game has a unique combat system known as "Leere," a physical manifestation of an individual soul that can be conjured into deadly weapons. As Tang-Ji navigates this virtual world, she confronts the echoes of her past and the dissonance between her former self and her present identity. How will she cope with the rediscovery of a life she thought she left behind? How will Kazami and Hoyeon react to the new Tang-Ji? In a world where reality is malleable and death is just a click of a button away, the boundaries between past and present blur, forcing everyone to grapple with the truth of who they truly are. Disclaimer: This novel contains explicit language, violence, racism, and sexual scenes. There are also scenes that deal with various traumas, from physical to emotional to mental. (THE CHARACTERS’ CIRCUMSTANCES , TRAITS, AND BELIEFS IN THIS NOVEL ARE ALL BASED ON A TRUE STORY.)
Hiese_Kirisaku · 114.9K Views

Mystic Mystery. Case (01) The Forbidden Patience.

Synopsis: Limited by knowledge due to royal restrictions yet filled with curiosity since birth, Orin Mystiq tackles the mysteries unfolding in one of the most enigmatic places on Wanderlust: Ouroboros. Here, natural, mystical laws don’t function as expected—and what does work is cranked up to eleven. While Orin can negate several mystical laws and zealously solve mysteries beyond everyone’s comprehension, normal means alone aren’t enough to crack this case. A touch of humankind becomes essential—an element Orin finds utterly monotonous. To shore up his weaknesses and navigate the labyrinth of human involvement, he seeks wisdom from the foremost expert on Wanderers: Hem Lock, a Sentinel burdened by his own demons, manifested in the form of twins, assigned to him as subordinates. Together, they compensate for each other’s shortcomings, delving deeper into the mystical mechanics of Mystica to solve the world’s first “Mystic Mystery." ———||———{{-_-}}———||——— Power System :: TOSHI : An ancient word for beings that have evolved through the essence of any given energy. Sub category :: HARVYX : The ability to utilize another’s accumulated power as one’s own, either through technology or biology. • Inspired by Harvest and Vyx (a stylized twist on leeching or siphoning) = Suggests the harvesting of power from others, either temporarily or permanently. Ornyx = Artifacts. (Ornyxes -- plural) Wanderer = Humans Mystica = mystical creatures. ———||———{{-_-}}———||——— Lure: Dreams and whispers shape this realm, filling it with prophecies, myths, bizarre creatures, and... magic! If you have ever heard or seen the unthinkable, then you must have dream-walked into this realm at some point. Welcome to Wanderlust. A place for dreamers, made up of dreams…. ———||———{{-_-}}———||——— Dedicated To: To Sir Arthur Conan Doyle, the brilliant mind behind Sherlock Holmes, whose work sparked my love for mysteries. Note: I am nowhere near that talented, nor is this story anywhere close to such brilliance. But his work ignited my passion for mystery, which I have fused with my muse and created something unique. So… welcome to the world of "Mystic Mystery." Check out other works set in this world on Omnivex. ———||———{{-_-}}———||——— One-line description: Orin Mystiq finds humankind monotonous, while Hem Lock finds Mystica mysterious. When a case involves the deepest, darkest secrets of Mystica, alongside the inconvenient complications created by Wanderers, they must work together to solve the world’s first Mystic Mystery. TAGS: #MurderMystery #HighFantasy #Magic #BizarreCreatures This story is also available on other webnovel websites for better reach. Eg: RoyalRoad.com, Wattapad.com, Scribblehub.com, and webnovel.com
Omnivex · 14.3K Views

Phantom Weaver of the Veiled Eclipse

Inola was just your typical beast kin orphan—ears too sharp, stomach too empty, and dreams far too big for the crumbling orphanage she called home. The place was run by a greasy baron with a combover and a crooked smile, who made sure the kids knew the value of silence, obedience, and cheap labor. But today—today was her thirteenth birthday. And somehow, today also happened to be the day she found herself standing in a line stretching halfway across the capital, clutching a ticket made of black silk and gilded gold leaf. Her fingers trembled just holding it. Everyone else in line stared like she’d grown wings and started breathing fire. She still didn’t know how this happened. All she did was help a sweet old lady cross the road yesterday. The carts had been fast, the rain had been pouring, and she’d nearly slipped twice. But the old lady had smiled, warm as cinnamon bread, and handed her the strange ticket without another word before disappearing into the alleyways. It wasn’t until this morning that Inola learned who that old woman was. The former Queen of Vaerindale. Disguised and wandering the city for her own mysterious reasons. And that ticket? A personal invitation—one of only thirteen—to enter the newly discovered Mythic Dungeon before anyone else. A dungeon no one had survived exploring. A dungeon rumored to contain Essence Stones—ancient artifacts of unimaginable power, used to forge custom classes with limitless potential. And Inola, ragged boots and patched coat and all, was going in as a scout. Well… whatever. Life hadn’t exactly offered her many handouts before, so this? This was a miracle. And she wasn’t about to waste it. Her claws flexed. Her tail twitched with anticipation. “I’m going to make a better life for myself. Even if I have to claw it out of the dungeon with my bare hands.” Read as this fox kin becomes the most powerful illusion-type classer as she masters how to bend reality with her Phantom Weaver of the Veiled Eclipse class.
Bearly_Here · 4.9K Views

Multiverse Harem System: Every Heroine Wants Me

Mike’s life used to revolve around two things: his girlfriend and his work. It was a peaceful existence—no drama, just an ordinary but sweet life. But just when he thought it would last forever, everything changed in the blink of an eye. His world was thrown into chaos when he was diagnosed with Stage IV lung cancer, with doctors giving him only three months to live. His girlfriend of three years left him for another man after he refused to give her his savings from the past two years. Mike would rather spend that money on alcohol, temporarily numbing the pain of his impending death, than fund his ex-girlfriend’s new life with her lover. Then, one day, while accidentally eavesdropping on a conversation in a restroom, a spark of hope ignited in his dead heart. Without hesitation, he signed up as a beta tester for a groundbreaking game—one that allowed players to enter other worlds. In each world, his mission was simple: save the heroine, and she could return with him to the real world. The most incredible part? These heroines would continue their lives and even keep their pre-existing occupations! His first world? A realm where the heroine, clad in a white coat, awaited him like a knight in shining armor. She was the first doctor to ever develop a cure for cancer! From world to world, universe to universe, Mike was followed by a growing number of beauties—each one willing to leave everything behind to follow him into his world.
Yoo_im_kidding · 46.5K Views

SSS Class Dungeon Lord: I Became a Shopkeeper in a VRMMO Gone Real!

[Ding! You've acquired the Universal Dungeon System!] “Okay.” [Congratulations, you're now able to hijack dungeons, purchase and also build new ones too!] “Eh, okay.” [You have acquired 100,000 Dungeon Points. You can claim daily rewards for even more.] “Sure.” [Ding! Your dungeon can now access the General Store function!] [Ding! You have acquired a dragon's egg!] [Ding! You have summoned two progressive servants!] [Ding! You have just installed an Enchanter's Forge in your dungeon, would you like to hire utility monsters to manage it?] Elden Online, the most popular VRMMORPG on the web. They were hosting a one-time event known as the Double-Tier Leveling Event, and the entire platform wanted to partake in this. As the players eagerly waited for the event to begin, a celestial comet collided with the neural net of HyperTech Industries, the brilliant minds behind this game. This cosmic encounter changed reality as a whole - the souls of the players were transported from the real world to the game world, which had now become a tangible reality. Death was real, and the possibility of a “restart” button was foolish. However, Shin, a nonchalant player at level 9, acquired a new class - Dominator, the game's strongest class. As a result, he gained a system, granting him the power to conquer dungeons and shape them to his will. Thus, he became a Dungeon Lord. And soon after would come to be known as the Shopkeeper. Some wondered why he had such a name, but it was easy… His dungeon was also a general store. Within its walls, Shin sold - skills, magical artifacts, scrolls, magic stones, crystals… It was a death game, however, he wasn't the least bit bothered… ━ ━ ━ ━ Other tags: #Army-building #Politics #Nobility #Beast-taming #Dark #Gore #Forging #Dungeon-building #Level-up #Summons #Villain #Lordship #LitRPG
ElderTurtle · 23.7K Views

What Is A Realistic MMORPG Isekai?!

Arsol (Username: Hakkun) is your average eighteen-year-old tech nerd; he reads cliche light novels, plays video games (way too many), studies for exams, and he programs! Does he have friends? A social life, maybe? Nah, he’s an anti-social whose inner monologues revolve around how humans suck. He’s the type who blames the world for his problems: edgy, angsty, emo— thinks he’s smarter than everyone and has answers for the world’s crisis. Gotta give it to him, though, he a young talent at whatever he does. His skills for programming, gaming (FPS) as well as studying makes up for the fact that he’s an arse. So much so, that he stops going to school altogether and locks himself in his room, he’d rather be with his computer. Because Arsol is on a mission! He’s been collaborating with online strangers who are all equally gamers and computer nerds, who understand him, and who all have this idea to make this steampunk/dieselpunk game called ‘Hero of Emberstein.’ Now, Arsol won’t lie, he’s obsessed. Being one of the co-creators, he finds himself adding features and details he’d want in an MMORPG. The only thing he dislikes is the customizable character features; he never understands such a personalized activity. He prefers Gacha. After 3 years, the game is finally available for beta testing, his 7 online co-creators are all ready to click the play button. But little does Arsol know, he would for real be in the game, like in person, like ISEKAI-ed, like he could die, for real for real. What's worse is, everyone who clicked the play button for the beta test, has also been Isekaied. So like, maybe over a thousand or more? Arsol thinks it’s his fault innocent players are getting transmigrated into HIS game, because he remembers that he removed the 'EXIT' button as a harmless malfunctioning prank-- turned deadly?! Oops. Journey along with Arsol as he hides his identity as the creator, the culprit, and the administrator. And that time he finds out his 6 online friends are all here as well, but where?! Who?! UGH, THIS IS WHY HE HATES CUSTOMIZABLE CHARACTERS! ( I DO, IN FACT, OWN THE COVER )
rDec123 · 4.3K Views
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