Anbu Cloak

For sixteen years, Roxana Algeirs lived a life of silence and shadow—hidden away, forgotten by the world, and stalked by creatures she didn’t understand. She thought herself ordinary. She was wrong. When she’s attacked by beasts cloaked in bloodlust, her savior comes not in the form of a knight, but Zero—a cold, enigmatic Dusker, raised to slay vampires and suppress the darkness inside him. The moment their paths cross, fate ignites. Swept into a world ruled by ancient vampire monarchs, cursed bloodlines, and secret wars, Roxana discovers her life was never her own. A prophecy binds her. A throne awaits her. And a boy born to be a monster may be her only shield—and her greatest threat. As forbidden feelings bloom and the seal on Zero’s true nature begins to crack, Roxana must choose: protect the humanity she clings to… or surrender to the eternal night rising within them both. Because dusk is falling. And some hearts were never meant to survive eternity.

Princess Anna was born beneath a rare celestial eclipse, a child whispered to be touched by fate—but chained by royal blood and duty. When an assassin cloaked in shadow and time magic crashes through the palace’s warded skies, everything she thought she knew begins to unravel. He calls himself Kai, a Time Ninja bound by an ancient oath and hunted by temporal wraiths, cursed blades, and a secret order sworn to erase him from history. Drawn to his haunted past and the prophecy that ties their souls together, Anna defies her court and plunges into a world of shifting timelines, forgotten gods, and enchanted realms where stars bleed memory and rivers flow backward. With kingdoms collapsing across centuries and a monstrous entity devouring time itself, Anna and Kai must battle ancient beasts, unravel magical riddles, and confront the dark power within Anna that even she doesn’t fully understand. As their bond deepens amidst chaos and war, love becomes their most dangerous weapon—one that could mend the fabric of time… or tear the world apart.

An Imperial Scholar by day. An assassin by night. The World of Cultivation has changed. Elemental Mancers. Flux Mancers. Spirit Mancers. Soul Mancers. Raining down fire and splitting oceans. Destroying mountains with a single stomp and calming skies with a glance. Controlling the tides of Karma, while wielding the souls of others like a puppeteer tugging on the Lines of Fate. The most mysterious of them all were Spirit Mancers, a truth that Theron was more than intimately familiar with. Due to one's Tribulation, his life was turned upside down. His family, his rage, his somber sadness becoming nothing more than Bad Karma's fuel for a madman. He was once a gentle young man, a non-combative Water Mancer who wanted nothing more than to read his novels to the sound of the rain and one day become an Imperial Scholar. But now... Everything had changed. He donned a cloak in the silent night as the clouds above gathered. Pulling its hood over his chilling blue eyes, he stalked off into the darkness. The first droplets fell. He would become the nightmare of his enemies, the blade hidden in the shadows of Heaven's tears. The River of the Night.

After dying a virgin, Elias Gray is given a second chance—reincarnated in a magical world with the "Lust System", a divine artifact that allows him to gain power by pleasuring women, fulfilling their desires, and growing a harem of elite lovers. From cold queens and fierce warrior women to shy beastgirls and seductive demons, Elias must dominate the world with charm, cunning—and unholy pleasure. But pleasure comes with a price, and not all lovers are loyal. Can he rise to the top without being devoured by lust or betrayal? Elias wandered through the bustling Travelers’ Hub, a sprawling nexus of portals and pathways where high-ranking voyagers crossed dimensions. The air hummed with the faint pulse of arcane energy, and the scent of ozone clung to the stone corridors. His boots echoed against the polished marble as he passed glowing sigils etched into the walls, each marking a gateway to another realm. He was no stranger to these halls, but tonight, a faint murmur from the inner chambers of the elite travelers piqued his curiosity. The voices were low, urgent, and laced with something primal that made his pulse quicken. Drawn toward a shadowed alcove, Elias noticed a heavy iron door, slightly ajar, its surface engraved with runes that pulsed faintly in the dim light. A cold draft slipped through the crack, carrying a whisper of sound—a soft, rhythmic moan that stirred the air. His breath caught, curiosity warring with caution, but the pull was too strong. He nudged the door open and stepped into a chamber cloaked in near-darkness, lit only by a single flickering torch that cast long, wavering shadows across the stone walls. In the center of the room, Lilith knelt on a plush velvet cushion, her silhouette unmistakable even in the gloom. Her dark hair cascaded over her bare shoulders, her skin glowing faintly as if kissed by moonlight. She was bent forward, her hands braced against the floor, her body arched in a way that spoke of surrender and desire. Beside her stood a man, his face marred with jagged scars that caught the torchlight, giving him a rugged, dangerous edge. His eyes burned with intensity as he gazed down at her, his presence commanding the room. The air grew thick as the man’s hand moved, deliberate and unhurried. He spat into his palm, the sound sharp in the quiet, and slid his fingers along Lilith’s exposed skin, tracing the curve of her thigh before slipping between her legs. A low, shuddering moan escaped her lips, her body trembling as she parted her thighs wider, inviting more. The man’s fingers worked with a slow, teasing rhythm, coaxing gasps from her that echoed softly off the stone walls. Her breaths grew ragged, her hips rocking against his hand, and then—a sharp cry as her body convulsed, a glistening rush of release spilling onto the floor beneath her. The man let out a deep, guttural groan, his own arousal evident in the tightening of his jaw. He shifted, freeing himself from his trousers, his erection thick and heavy in the flickering light. He pressed himself against her, sliding into her with a slow, deliberate thrust that drew a long, throaty moan from Lilith. Her fingers curled against the floor, nails scraping the stone as he moved, each thrust deep and measured, the sound of their bodies meeting filling the chamber. In and out, a steady rhythm that built with intensity, her gasps rising in pitch. Lilith’s eyes fluttered, her body quivering with pleasure as she pushed back against him, meeting each thrust with a hunger of her own. When he paused, drawing back slightly, she reached for him, her hand guiding him back inside with a desperate urgency. Her moans grew louder, unrestrained, as she surrendered fully to the sensation, her body trembling under the weight of her desire. The room seemed to pulse with their shared rhythm, the air heavy with the scent of sweat and heat, the torchlight casting their entwined shadows across the walls like a forbidden dance. R18 content

How do you become the villain in a world where villains already rule? Lucan Malryk was supposed to die. Sacrificed by the Divine Order, betrayed by the woman he trusted, and forgotten like the ashes he bled into. But death didn't take him. The System did. Now wielding a sin-forged power no one understands — not even him — Lucan rises in a world ruled by monsters cloaked as saints. Where the Seven Thrones claim godhood, and each one would rather break the world than share their dominion. They call him the Ritebreaker. A threat. A heretic. A mistake. But mistakes don’t bleed armies. And Lucan? He’s just getting started. From shattered Creeds to illusion-forged assassins, shadow-born kings, desert queens, and zealots dressed in white fire — war is coming. And every throne is watching. Teir III Access confirmed. Proceed with caution.

Kael Westbridge was born into privilege, power, and promises, until it all crumbled in a single night. Disowned, betrayed, and cast out alongside his mother, Kael vanished into the shadows of a city that once bowed at his name, but pain has a way of awakening things buried deep. Now a pendant pulses against his chest, shadowed figures whisper from beyond the veil, and a mysterious girl who looks exactly like the love who left him appears in cloaks and riddles. As Kael claws his way back from disgrace, he finds himself caught between two worlds: the brutal reality of survival, and a hidden realm where destiny, ancient bloodlines, and a forgotten war are calling his name. Somewhere between betrayal and magic, Kael must uncover the truth: Who is he really? And why is something... watching him?

Suraj Bajaj is a 21-year-old dropout, chai addict, and part-time meme lord from Delhi who never expected to be chosen by the heavens. But when a sarcastic, golden smartphone named Guruji crash-lands into his life—complete with a celestial app interface and a divine scroll—Suraj is thrust into a world of martial sects, flying swords, and spiritual power levels. The catch? The app is buggy. The scroll is encrypted. And Guruji won’t stop roasting him. Now stuck in a mystical realm where cultivation is king and destiny is a downloadable feature, Suraj must navigate ancient rivalries, cosmic glitches, and his own laziness to rise through the ranks. Along the way, he’s shadowed by the enigmatic Empress Avi Manchanda, a powerful figure cloaked in secrets and sarcasm of her own. With martial students soaring through the skies, spiritual energy flowing like rivers, and a divine app that updates at the worst possible times, Suraj must answer one question: Can a modern slacker become a legendary cultivator… or will he just become another bug in the system?

A mysterious girl. A kingdom that whispers. And six crown princes who never saw her coming. In a world where names echo and silence is often overlooked, she arrives—unexplained, unshaken, and unforgettable. Kourtney Bethaway appeared in Hillgovia six months ago—out of nowhere. With eyes that saw more than they ever revealed, and an elegance that didn’t try to impress, she carried an air that drew attention without asking for it. Working under the famed designer Jean Perrie, she lived like a shadow stitched into silk—quiet, composed, impossible to place. Everything begins to shift the night she crosses paths with six crown princes from the allied kingdoms. Tension hums. Glances sharpen. Something about her draws attention—quietly, stubbornly. Not loud, not deliberate, but there. Present in every pause, in every breath held just a little too long. They don’t know who she is. She doesn’t explain. She doesn’t ask for their attention. But something about her demands it all the same. Because sometimes, the most unforgettable storms don’t arrive loudly. They enter the room and say nothing—wrapped in silence, cloaked in grace. And just as the world begins to notice her— She disappears. No trace. No warning. No answers. Only the memory of a girl who felt like a question no one knew how to ask… And the unsettling sense that her story isn’t done. Not yet.

A fierce Alpha. A woman who hasn't spoken a word in years. When Alpha Kael captures a rogue trespassing on his lands, he doesn't expect her to be his fated mate nor that she would be cloaked in silence and shadows. Haunted by a past she refuses to reveal, Selene is unlike any wolf Kael has ever known. She's dangerous, ethereal, and hiding a power that could unravel not only his pack, but the very fabric of the supernatural world. As a war brews between rival packs and ancient dark magic stirs once more, Kael must fight not just to protect his people, but to unravel the mystery of the woman fate has bound him to. But Selene isn’t just a lost soul she’s a weapon forged in blood and moonlight, and the secrets she carries could shatter the bond between them before it’s fully formed. Yet even in silence, their passion burns. Each stolen glance, every forbidden touch, draws them deeper into a dangerous intimacy neither of them can resist. Kael’s dominance collides with Selene’s hidden fire, and what begins as a battle of wills transforms into a love that defies destiny. But with enemies closing in and time running out, will love be enough to save them or will fate demand its final sacrifice?

Alright, webnovel crew, let’s crank up the chaos and dive into the heart-pounding, edge-of-your-seat world of Chrono’s End! Picture this: a city called Velaris, trapped under a blood-red sky that’s been stuck in a menacing sunrise for years, like the universe hit pause on hope itself. The air’s thick with dread, and the clock’s ticking 54 minutes until the *Event*, some cosmic catastrophe ready to wipe the slate clean. But here’s the kicker: thanks to a genius named Dr. Chronos and his Speed Field, those 54 minutes stretch into 54 years. A whole lifetime to fight for survival if you’re fast enough to keep up. Enter Alex Thompson, the guy everyone’s written off as a total nobody. He’s a Norma, meaning no speed, no powers, just a plain gray cloak and a lifetime of side-eyes. In Velaris, speedsters are gods blazing through the streets with fire, lightning, or ice trailing behind them, battling nightmare creatures that claw their way through rifts in reality. These monsters aren’t just scary; they’re death incarnate—jagged claws, glowing eyes, and a hunger for blood that’s left entire districts in ruins. Five years ago, while Alex was frozen in stasis with half the population, these beasts tore through the city, and the speedsters, including his own family, fought to hold the line. Now, awake and out of place, Alex is the “Frozen Failure” a walking punchline to a world that worships velocity. His family? They’re legends: mom’s an earth-shaking speedster, dad’s a fire-wielding warrior, sister’s a water-bending prodigy. They love him, sure, but it’s the kind of love that comes with a side of pity and distance, like he’s a ghost from a past they’ve outrun. The city’s no kinder speedsters shove him aside, mock his slow steps, and laugh when he stumbles. But when a rift tears open in Horizon Plaza, spilling a towering, scale-covered horror with claws that could shred steel, Alex’s world flips upside down. This isn’t just another fight. The plaza becomes a warzone pavement cracking, screams echoing, blood staining the stones. The Sentinels, elite speedsters who glow like stars, are outmatched. One of them, Lira, goes down hard, her light fading as the creature looms over her. No one’s close enough to save her. No one but Alex. Against every instinct screaming at him to run, he charges into the chaos. Debris rains down, the rift’s energy warps the air, and the creature’s roar shakes his bones. He’s got no powers, no plan, just a ripped cloak and a stubborn spark of courage. As he slides beside Lira, pressing fabric to her glowing wounds, the monster turns its six dead-star eyes on him. Death is seconds away, and Alex knows it. But something stirs. Time itself hesitates a flicker, a heartbeat where the world slows, and he sees every detail: the creature’s dripping fangs, the flicker of Lira’s fading light, the desperation in his friends’ eyes. Is it his imagination, or is something impossible waking inside him? His best friends, Lily Windwhisper, whose gentle winds can barely stir dust, and Kael Emberstrike, a fire-fisted brawler who’d punch a rift shut if he could, leap in to save him. But the danger’s far from over. Behind the scenes, a cloaked figure watches from the shadows, their eyes glinting with malice. They’re pulling the strings, opening rifts, speeding up the end. And now, they’ve seen Alex seen that spark. He’s no longer just a failure. He’s a threat. With 54 years to save a crumbling world, Alex is about to discover a power that could bend time itself. But in a city of betrayal, where monsters lurk and trust is a luxury, one wrong move could end it all. Will he rise to fight the darkness, or will the clock run out, leaving his blood on the stones? Join Alex, Lily, and Kael in a race against oblivion, where every second is a battle, and every battle could be the last. The end is coming will you run with them?

In a hidden land where the elements answer only to the chosen, Asteria was never meant to be a hero. Born of a forbidden union and shunned by his tribe, he lived as an outcast — a boy whose powers came too early and without warning, whose past was cloaked in silence. He never set out to challenge the Queen. But when his village faced ruin, and the world began to fracture under the weight of tyrants and old magic, Asteria was forced onto a path that was never his to choose. With flames he barely controls and winds that answer like whispers in a storm, he becomes the reluctant bearer of a title long thought lost — the Prime. Now hunted by the Queen’s forces and bound to allies he learns to trust through fire and war, Asteria is drawn into a forgotten legacy buried beneath the ashes of kingdoms. A legacy that could awaken the elements themselves — and change the fate of the realm. But as the elements stir and ancient powers rise, one truth becomes clear: When nature remembers, it demands an answer. And Asteria must decide if he’s ready to give it.

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.

Born under a sky laced with fire, Seraphina Rubienne came into the world with eyes the color of molten ruby — and a silence that unsettled even the proudest nobles. Feared. Watched. Never truly embraced. As the only daughter of the powerful House Rubienne, Seraphina lives behind layers of silks and secrets. Her gaze unearths truths others wish to hide. Her thoughts are never fully her own. And though the whispers of prophecy follow her like a ghost, she remains unaware of the storm quietly blooming inside her. But when a mysterious boy arrives at the gates — a traveler cloaked in grace and crowned with sapphire eyes — something ancient stirs within her. The aching behind her gaze begins to burn. The truth she once hid from now calls her forward. He carries secrets. She carries fire. And neither of them are ready for what will awaken between them. In a world ruled by deception and legacy, Seraphina must walk the delicate line between who she was raised to be… and the power she was born to wield. Because light and shadow are not enemies — They are two halves of the same bloom

In Ryuki City—a place where elemental magic defines power and status—Auren Ryuki was born into a family of prodigies. His elder and younger brothers wield fire and wind like extensions of their soul. But Auren? He awakened… nothing. Rejected by the mage academy, ignored by his powerful father, and forgotten in the shadows of greatness, Auren became little more than a servant in his own home—cooking meals, cleaning blades, and pretending his heart wasn’t breaking. Offered a path of power that defied the laws of the elemental world, Auren accepted. He trained, bled, and awakened a new kind of magic—one born not of fire or wind, but of raw soul: purple flame, the magic of the forsaken. Now cloaked in mystery and wielding terrifying power, Auren returns to the city as the Ash Phantom—a masked vigilante striking down corruption, clan by clan. But even as the world fears him, none suspect the truth: the boy they abandoned is back... and he’s not done burning.

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.

In the heart of the vast and gleaming Eirhardt Empire, where bloodlines dictate power and magic shapes destiny, a nameless child is left at the gates of an orphanage on a quiet night. Born into silence, raised in shadows, Elarion does not cry. He does not demand. He simply watches, listens, and endures. But the empire watches too. When a mysterious noble cloaked in imperial black kneels before him, everything shifts. Elarion—only two years old—is chosen. Not for his power. Not for prophecy. Just... for being seen. “In the arms of the Empire” follows the slow, intimate unfolding of a child who was never taught how to be held. Told from Elarion’s perspective as he grows from invisible orphan to the Imperial Heir, the novel traces a path not of war or prophecy, but of soft glances, untied ribbons, whispered names, and rooms that finally feel like home. It is a story of found family, silent resilience, and the aching, beautiful weight of being loved without needing to earn it.

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.

Dr. Lila Reyes, a pioneering quantum physicist aboard New Carthage Station, never anticipates her prototype time‑rift device yanking Captain Edmund Hartley—a bold, swaggering pilot from 1822—into her sterile, high‑tech world. Linked by a shimmering temporal tether that pulses with every brush of skin, Lila's meticulously logical mind is thrown into disarray by Edmund's old‑world gallantry and devil‑may‑care charm. As the rift flickers between centuries, Lila and Edmund involuntarily swap memories: one moment she's adrift in a starship skirmish, the next he's navigating moonlit Regency gardens. With each fragmented recollection, they uncover hidden longings—Lila savors the heady rush of horse‑drawn carriage races, while Edmund tastes the hollow ache of cosmic isolation in zero‑G. But every shared memory frays the fabric of reality, risking a catastrophic convergence of two timelines. Compelled to collaborate across time, they pursue cryptic clues through mist‑cloaked 19th‑century ballrooms and neon‑bathed orbital docks, wrestling with an impossible choice: seal the rift and be forever torn apart, or let destiny unravel for a chance at love that defies all boundaries. With each daring kiss and whispered confession, Lila and Edmund discover that some bonds transcend space, time—and even death.

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.

Ten years ago, the world was torn apart when Hell’s Gates opened, unleashing monstrous creatures and plunging humanity into chaos. For two long years, people suffered—until the arrival of Hunters, humans chosen and empowered by celestial beings. Seo-Jun Park, a former writer turned hunter, rejects the gods’ offer of power and becomes marked as crestless, shunned by both divine and mortal alike. After dying in a brutal raid and being abandoned, he awakens in a mysterious realm, where a cloaked figure offers him a forbidden gift: the ability to see and rewrite fate itself. Now wielding a dangerous power that lets him glimpse and alter fate itself, Seo-Jun walks a perilous line between life and death. Defying the gods’ will, he risks everything to change the course of destiny—but the price of rewriting fate may be more than he’s prepared to pay.

In the world named HITEI, they seems to treat people unfair. Our main lead, Kokoro in a verge of dying got saved by unknown person with a long black cloak and a mask, then thought that it would kill him, invited Kokoro to join their troop, the VIZARD TROOP. What will happen to his life if he finally made his choice, will it be worse? or better? Read and witness Kokoro's life events as he starts to discover more about HITEI.....

[Warning: Mature Content R18+] “Fuck, you’re not what I expected.” The words cut clean through my mind, link, sudden, and unmistakable, and I froze. The man standing before me was more than wreckage washed ashore. Caelan was the outcast, born a Witch-Fae, and they termed him the wild one. Born of both courts and claimed by neither, he was a creature of untamed magic and impossible legend. And now, he stood before me at the edge of the Pearl Castle, salt water curling around his ankles, cloak clinging to his frame like shadows and silk. “Up close, you’re even more handsome, Morkai,” he said aloud, voice rough but laced with a mocking edge, and he grinned like someone who’d just won a very long game. My pulse kicked hard beneath my ribs and realized that I’d known him before this moment. Not his face, not his form but his voice and his presence. That voice had pierced my thoughts through the link days ago, waking something I thought long dead. “You’re Caelen,” I said quietly, reverently. He winked and stepped closer, unconcerned by the power thrumming between us. “Didn’t think you’d recognize me so fast, your Majesty.” “Your voice is imprinted in my mind,” I replied, the truth spilling out before I could stop it. Caelen tilted his head slightly, the wet strands of his dark hair catching in the breeze. His green eyes, bright and impossibly deep, caught mine and held them. “Then I suppose meeting you here was inevitable,” he said, softer now. I stepped forward. I heard the way his breath hitched, and I knew then he was as affected by me as I was by him. “You are truly a sight to behold. Is this magic or witchery?” I murmured, and a flicker passed through his expression, like he’d been waiting for those words. “Oh,” he said, voice dipping low as he moved closer, close enough for our magic to stir the air between us, and he raised his chin, stared up into my eyes, and spoke with quiet fire, “What about you, your Majesty?” He paused. “You’re not just handsome, you're the kind of beautiful that unsettles every part of my body, since the first time I set my eyes on you." My breath caught, and for the first time in a century, the sea went silent around me. *************************************************************************************** Beneath the waves, destiny awakens. On the shore, something ancient stirs. Morkai Vaelan, the Abyssal Sovereign, was once a prince, now a legend, drowned in time. Bound to the sea by a forgotten curse, he reigns in solitude from his spectral Pearl Castle, feared by sailors and forsaken by the gods. His heart, like the ocean, hides storms no one dares to weather. Caelen Thorne is a Witch-Fae with no home to call his own. Too wild for witches and too human for Fae, he is haunted by a prophecy that marks him as both a harbinger and a key. His magic is dangerous. His past, a mystery. And his future? Drenched in blood and saltwater. When a rupture in the ocean's heart threatens to destroy both land and sea, Morkai and Caelen are bound by a force older than time and drawn into a love that defies every law of gods and men. But as desire deepens and secrets surface, they must face the greatest danger of all: each other. Dark, romantic, and sweeping as the tide, The Drowned Prince and the Outcast is a tale of ancient magic, forbidden love, and the storm that comes when two broken souls refuse to let go.

New Current Schedule- Minimum 2 chapters a day Mass Release Target- 5 golden tickets ____________________________________ [Novel synopsis]; In a world scarred by the rise of biomechanical warfare and the shadow of an enigmatic syndicate known only as Ragnarok, one girl stands at the edge of revolution. April, a seemingly ordinary 20-year-old living in the fractured remnants of a future society, hides a past drenched in trauma and secrets. Blinded and deafened during a harrowing attempt to escape her abusive father—a man who destroyed her family—April is forced into a life of silence and darkness. But everything changes after an experimental surgery implants nanotech into her skull, technology far beyond anything humanity should possess. Now, April sees without eyes and hears through a new kind of sense. The nanotech has awakened a dormant potential in her—a coded sigil etched behind her head shaped like an angelic wing and a spear. It’s not just a symbol. It’s her Gear, a powerful combat system linked to ancient animalistic and Zodiac powers—each wielder embodying a creature of legend. Hers? A spear-born sigil capable of shattering mechs and bending digital space. When she joins a covert organization aiming to dismantle Ragnarok, April discovers she’s not alone. Other Gear users fight beside her: Jax, the brilliant strategist; Saya, the deadly calm blade; Kai, a hawk-gear user with a fire-forged past; Dante, the powerhouse with unmatched resilience; Juno, the data genius cloaked in mischief; and the Leader, a figure shrouded in mystery who knows more about April’s past than he lets on. As April navigates brutal missions and high school halls alike—where rivals like Tessa Lane threaten her sanity with cruel mind games—she must balance normalcy and the battlefield. Every encounter pushes her closer to the truth: about her powers, her family, and Ragnarok’s true purpose. But none are more telling than her growing connection with Astra, a lone Gear user with platinum hair and a piercing gaze. Astra has the power, the knowledge, and a burning desire for vengeance. April needs her—but Astra isn’t so easily convinced to join a cause she doesn’t trust. The deeper April digs, the more the lines blur between ally and enemy. With Ragnarok’s agents—like the cold and calculating River Hoss—looming on the horizon, April must decide who she’s willing to trust, who she’s ready to fight, and how far she’ll go to protect what little she has left. The world doesn’t need a hero. It needs a weapon. And it just found one.

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?

Velvet Ashes follows Selene Virelli, a woman cloaked in elegance and vengeance, as she infiltrates the world of Marlowe City's elite to take down the man who destroyed her past. Beneath the red dress and calculated charm lies a storm of grief, secrets, and fury. In a world built to burn women like her, Selene intends to be the match.

In a world ruled by cultivation, bloodlines, and ancient magic, Priyanshu Yadav awakens in the body of a fallen noble—mocked, forgotten, and powerless. But unknown to all, he carries the Hidden Villain System, a legendary force that rewards manipulation, secrecy, and absolute control. Tasked to rise from the shadows, he must never expose his true strength. Instead, he weaves a grand conspiracy: puppeteering kings, corrupting heroes, seducing legends, and building a harem of powerful women—all while remaining unseen. As chaos spreads across kingdoms, Priyanshu crafts an invisible empire, mastering forbidden techniques and ancient domains. He’s a strategist, a manipulator, a villain cloaked in righteousness. In a world where power is justice, he won't just survive—he’ll rule. Not from a throne, but from the darkness behind it.

In the glittering world of fashion and couture, a tale of intrigue and betrayal unfolds, hidden in mystery and ambition. Luc, a mysterious figure cloaked in elegance and power, and The CEO of LUCAT ME fashion line. Driven by a relentless thirst for vengeance against the renowned designer Faith Vergara. Behind the mask lies a past steeped in deception and a burning desire to dismantle the very empire that Faith and her daughter Hope have meticulously built. Years of planning and still Luc finds himself stuck and that his plans are still on hold because he couldn't find his perfect muse. Until one day, Luc had an unexpected encounter with a young woman named Lily, a graduating architecture student who had no idea what was about to unfold. In that moment, his plans flashed before his eyes, and he thought, "It's her! I want her!" At first, Lily does not want to be in any part of the fashion world. Declined all of Luc's invites and lavish gifts. "I CANT BELIEVE THIS! I want her. How can I make her join me." An Idea stuck through is head. Slowly, a devilish smile formed in his lips. "IM JUST GONNA HAVE TO MAKE HER MINE AND SHE CAN OR WILL NEVER REFUSE ME EVER AGAIN" Months later, Lily found herself in a difficult situation and left without any choice, she finally agreed to Luc's offer. She becomes his unwitting accomplice for his revenge, stepping into the spotlight as his muse. As they work together, Lily started to love the spotlight, she started to feel more confident, more beautiful and maybe just a little bit of feeling something else towards Luc. "Is it his eyes? is it his lips? oh my god, listen to me. Since When? Maybe it was that night. Oh my god, I think I'm going crazy I don't even know his real identity. Does he feel the same way about me? what does he think of me?" As they go deeper into the shadows of Faith's empire, they uncover a web of deceit and betrayal that stretches far beyond the confines of the fashion world. With each revelation, they inch closer to Luc's ultimate goal, unraveling the facade of glamour and prestige to reveal the dark underbelly of power and corruption. But as secrets come to light and loyalties are tested, the line between vengeance and justice begins to blur. Luc and Lily find themselves caught in a dangerous game of cat and mouse, where the stakes are high and the consequences dire.

Nayla Moretti is caught in Damian Bellucci’s dangerous game. After her husband proposed an open marriage, she swore off love entirely. But everything changes the night she walks into Damian’s club. He’s her brother’s best friend. A man cloaked in power and secrets. A man who makes no room for denial. What should’ve been a fleeting distraction spirals into an intoxicating obsession. Damian doesn’t just want her. He wants to own her, body, mind, and soul. And the more Nayla resists, the tighter he pulls. Now, caught between lust and destruction, Nayla must decide, will she surrender to the darkness, or fight for the version of herself she’s no longer sure exists? Because Damian Bellucci never lets go of what’s his.

In a world torn by war and magic, only the strongest guilds survive. The Crimson Fangs are one of them an elite group of wizard knights bound by power, trauma, and secrets. Kael, the fire-wielding warrior, seeks revenge for a past soaked in blood. Mira, cloaked in silence, commands water with eerie precision. Garrik, Lyra, and Raze—the earth-bound knights—carry burdens heavier than their armor. But when a forgotten enemy resurfaces and a rift tears open the sky, the guild faces an ancient power that could erase the world. Betrayals will rise. Friendships will shatter. And one of them… will fall into darkness. Can they survive the storm, or will the fire that binds them burn them all?

She has lived countless lives—always aware, always searching. He has walked beside her through time—sometimes at her side, sometimes as a stranger. Bound by fate and severed by time, Zhang Minyue and Zhang Zilin are caught in a cycle of reincarnation—meeting again and again in different lifetimes, torn between love and duty, surrounded by war, betrayal, and buried truths. In every life, the world changes—but the ghosts of their past never rest. With assassins lurking in shadows, thrones stained with secrets, and a prophecy whispering of a girl cloaked in moonlight and fire, Minyue must navigate betrayal, war, and fate itself. Some will bow. Others will betray. But she has never been one to follow fate. Even if she must make him fall for her all over again. > “No matter how many lifetimes pass, I know I will always find you.” “Foolish,” she smiled. “I was never lost. You just needed to remember where to look.” “Even if the whole world turns against you, I will stand by your side.” “And if you fall, I will fall with you—only to rise again together.” “I don’t need the heavens to bless me,” he whispered. “You are enough.” “Then let me be your prayer,” she replied. “One that never fades.” A love that defies time. A truth buried beneath lifetimes. And a promise that nothing—not even death—can silence. Disclaimer: Cover concept and rights belong to the author.