Cloak Clasp

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.

Lady Elara was always quiet — not because she lacked words, but because the world never deserved to hear the storms raging inside her. Behind her gentle steps and dawn-like gaze lies a mind sharper than any blade, and a soul burdened with secrets heavier than any tombstone. Alaric Blackthorne, the Duke cloaked in shadows and whispered rumors, is a man forever lost within his own cursed halls. Behind his cold presence hides a fear no one dares to face… except for the quiet girl whose arrival shakes the foundation of his haunted manor. Between moonlit corridors and ivy-choked halls, a dangerous connection blossoms. Torn between duty and desire, fate and freedom, Elara must decide: remain hidden within her silence… or rise to reclaim a strength she never knew she possessed. Meanwhile, Alaric must confront the darkness imprisoning him — and choose whether he’s willing to lose everything for the girl who brought him back to life. A story of quiet strength, forbidden love, and the delicate line between salvation and ruin. Will she find her voice before it's too late? Will he break free from the labyrinth of his own shadows? And when the final door opens… will they save each other, or destroy everything they’ve ever known? ---

Although born of parents of which both are demons,he was a half breed,his eerie existence cloaking a prophecy of doomsday for his kind but he was born with purity. His birth was prevented yet was he begotten,with a fate of which he fought to escape from. His name is Ramses He's the origin,the end an agent of both destruction and peace. ******************** ***************** Ariane turned abruptly to leave but Ramses blocked her way. Before she could utter another word she found herself in his arms,his hand tightly wrapped around her waist She was so close that she could hear his heartbeat And with those grey eyes peering deeply into hers he whispered, "Despite you being human,not even destiny nor Fate can take you away from me".... Note: This book is in three parts. Part one:In a Demon continent bathed in lies the events occurring when Ramses was a child,an unusual being who is neither demon or human,including the Demon emperor's investigations in the murder of his wife as he fights to protect his son at all cost. Part two:Something different...years had passed with changing times,read to discover... Part three: The present day (modern times).

SHADOWSEAL — A Duty Born of Darkness A young outcast, broken by his past, stumbles upon an ancient relic deep in the woods not just a mask, but a living seal pulsing with demonic power. The moment he touches it, his fate is rewritten. Dragged into a realm between life and death, he is judged. Though his soul leans toward the light, he is sent to Hell... and there, he is chosen. The seal fuses with him. A pact is made. A mission begins. Every time he dies, he returns stronger, darker. With each completed task, a powerful soul is bound to the mask. Thirteen such souls will bring about the descent of a true devil into the human world. But within the horror, a flicker of humanity remains. In a town cloaked in celebration, he meets a girl innocent, unaware and marks her with his blood. She begins to change. Maybe she can save him. Or maybe she’ll become just another weapon in the making of a monster. The mask is hidden. The mission is clear. And the cost… is everything. Thirteen seals. One devil. And a carrier caught between damnation and redemption.

In the crumbling Kingdom of Valon, haunted by the remnants of a shadow realm long forgotten, Eleonora is an apothecary—capable of healing both bodies and souls with her unique gift. Shunned by her village for a crime she never committed, Eleonora lives a quiet life on the outskirts, brewing potions and tending wounds. So when she comes across an injured soldier in the dead of the night—stabbed, poisoned, and left there to die—Eleonora doesn't think much before bringing him back to her little cottage. Her world is upended when the mysterious stranger turns out to be the Crown Prince of Valon, infamous for his cruel and merciless ways. Feared for his brilliance, whispered about his indifference, and followed by rumours darker than the shadows at his back, Callahan Ashbourne is a man who plays people like chess pieces. He's a master strategist at work. A cloaked wielder of dark forces. His cursed powers transcend the living. He's everything she is meant to fear. Eleonora avoids the nobles just as fire avoids water. But when Prince Callahan starts to take an interest in her, she realizes her days are numbered and her life span significantly reduced. He speaks in riddles. He tests her limits. And with every encounter, it becomes harder to tell if he's protecting her—or pulling her into something she won't survive. But Eleonora is not so easily played. And as the lines between captor and confidant begin to blur, she must decide whether the prince’s interest is a calculated threat… or something far more dangerous. Because in a kingdom where magic is forbidden and power is the deadliest currency, one woman who wants nothing to do with the throne might be the only thing standing between a prince and the ruin he was born to bring.

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. But everything changed the day the rival Yuzen Clan struck. His eldest brother, the pride of Ryuki, was killed. And instead of mourning together, Auren was blamed—punched, cast out, and disowned. With nothing left to lose, Auren fled into the forbidden mountains where fate awaited him in the form of an ancient stranger. 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.

She was Sở Khuynh Tuyết — a noble lady whose fate was stolen, raised at the borderlands under a boy’s name. Known to the world as Phong Hoa, she led the Moonlit Commerce Guild and commanded troops on bloodied battlefields. A prodigy cloaked in snow and steel, she carved her name into war and trade alike. When she returned to the capital, veiled and unreadable, the court trembled in silence. Betrayals, bloodlines, rebellions, vengeance — every step she took reshaped the tides of history. They said she was breathtaking. But none dared forget: She brought a dynasty to its knees. She loved the emperor, bore his heir, and ascended as empress. But in the end, between love and power… She chose herself.

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.

He was framed. Forgotten. Left to die in the Ashfold. Five years later, the exiled prince walks free — cloaked in fire, wielding a power that should not exist. Betrayed by blood. Hunted by gods. Now he returns, not to reclaim his crown… but to burn the truth into the world’s bones. They thought the Ashfold would kill him. They were wrong. A dark fantasy of revenge, forgotten gods, and the rise of a fallen heir.

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?

"When the old gods are forgotten, they do not die—they wait." In the year 1025, the Viking Age wanes. Iceland bows to Christ. The Althing governs by law. And the gods of old fade to whispers. But in the far Westfjords, something stirs. Vetrúlfr Úllarson, a former Varangian captain and exile, returns from the East with foreign gold, forgotten warcraft, and a hunger no man can name. He comes not in peace, but to raise Ullrsfjörðr from ash and ice; building walls, carving runes, and waging war on behalf of a dying faith. From Reykjavík to Aachen, rumors spread: a ghost walks the North once more. Some call him the son of Ullr. Others, a wolf-cloaked demon. But all will know his name. and when the Valkyries call, he will answer.

Kaen Vale died in a bar fight. He woke up on a throne. Wearing a villain’s face. In the middle of the world’s final battle. Now stuck inside the body of Rael Ithos—the Archmage King, final boss of the realm, and public enemy number one—Kaen has one goal: don’t die again. Unfortunately, the heroine destined to kill him is absurdly hot, terrifyingly competent, and charging straight at his face. With zero magic, borrowed memories, and a cloak that won’t stop flirting, Kaen must bluff his way through assassins, war councils, divine politics, and one very judgmental talking collar. He’s not the villain. He just looks like one. Magic, romance, reincarnation—and pure, unfiltered panic.

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

Elowen Vale was born an Omega—lowest of the low. Ignored, overworked, and shamed by her pack, she thought her only escape would come through the fated bond. But when her wolf awakens and links her to the powerful Alpha Lucien, her hopes are crushed. He rejects her, publicly, cruelly. Humiliated and heartbroken, Elowen flees into Hollowveil—the cursed forest no wolf dares to enter. There, on the edge of death, she is rescued by a stranger cloaked in darkness. Kael Thorne is no ordinary Alpha—he is the last heir of the Nightmoor pack, long thought extinct. His bloodline was erased by the Crescent Assembly, and now he lives hidden, bound to forbidden magic... and haunted by a prophecy that ties him to Elowen. As the bond between them grows, Elowen’s buried powers begin to awaken—blood sigils, shadowcraft, and memories that aren't hers. But when the truth about her lineage, Kael’s soul pact, and the Council’s lies begin to unravel, Elowen must choose: Will she become a weapon of vengeance... or a force of rebirth? Blood of the Forgotten Alpha is a dark, emotional tale of slow-burn romance, ancient secrets, and one girl’s journey from rejection to rebirth. Perfect for fans of fated mates, broken love, and heroines who rise from the ashes.

When angels fell, the world learned death. Once, heaven and earth were one. Immortal, peaceful, and untouched by violence—until the twin sons of the Archangel Bariel were born. One, Auriel, shone with kindness. The other, Samael, was consumed by shadow. His rebellion shattered the divine order and unleashed death upon the world. Now, centuries later, the echoes of his name bring fire and ruin once more. Ray, the son of a tribal chief, is left for dead after his homeland is annihilated by Samael's black-cloaked army. Scarred, broken, and hunted, he awakens with only a single promise left to keep: to avenge the blood of his people. Together with Caleb, his fierce and loyal otter-spirit companion, Ray sets out on a journey through hostile lands, buried secrets, and divine conspiracies. But the deeper they travel, the clearer it becomes: Samael’s return is not a myth. And Ray's blood might carry a forgotten power the heavens fear. Divine blood. Mortal rage. And a war that will awaken the fallen once more. For the German novel version, check-out: https://www.amazon.de/stores/author/B0CGM7DTXY/allbooks?ingress=0&visitId=f335fb64-1bae-4d2d-afe5-b8406365b132&ref_=ap_rdr

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.

In a world where time has no meaning and nothing exists but endless white, a faceless being offers a boy a chance at a new life. With only the shadows of his past haunting him, he steps through the door of reincarnation, emerging into a realm of magic, monsters, and bloodshed. The boy, cloaked in darkness, has a past shrouded in mystery—one filled with pain, war, and loss. But the answers lie ahead, as he steps through the door to a new world. He must confront the deepest question of all: can someone with a soul as dark as his ever find true peace? As the door to reincarnation closes behind him, his journey of blood and vengeance begins. What will he find? Power, redemption, or the weight of his own darkness?

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.

[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.

In the heart of the Longxuan Empire, where power is currency and secrets run deeper than blood, a girl steps into a life that isn’t hers — to uncover a truth that could shatter the empire. Born as a hidden twin believed to bring misfortune, Wei Lin Xi was cast away and raised in the shadows by a retired general, far from the opulent cruelty of the capital. When tragedy strikes and her beloved sister, Wei Lianhua, is murdered under mysterious circumstances, Lin Xi assumes her identity and returns to the treacherous capital — not as a grieving sibling, but as a weapon of silent vengeance. But nothing is ever simple behind palace walls. There, she crosses paths with Li Chengyan, the elusive and feared Prince of Qin, a man haunted by his past and hunted by enemies within the empire. Their fates, once entwined in a forgotten forest of their youth, begin to collide again — this time as adversaries cloaked in loyalty, secrets, and longing. As conspiracies unfold and bloodlines betray, Lin Xi must choose between the justice her sister deserves and the fragile future she could build with the man she should not trust. What happens when the truth is more dangerous than the lie she lives?

Daniel Thompson, the disgrace of his powerful family. A man branded as a good-for-nothing ex-con, shunned by society, and deemed unworthy of even a passing glance. No sane woman would dare marry him… except for Maria, the forsaken daughter of the Falcone family, who unknowingly walks into an arranged marriage with a man cloaked in shadows. But Maria didn’t just marry a stranger, she married a two-faced maniac. A man with a past so dangerous it could shatter everything. A man whose enemies whisper his name in fear. What happens when the world discovers who Daniel really is? Why did he bury his true identity in the first place? And most chilling of all… what twisted plan does he have for his new bride? Two black sheep. One deadly game. When secrets unravel and sparks ignite, will Maria regret the day she said, “I do”?

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 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.

The drums of war thundered across the plains of the Wan Shui Empire. At the forefront stood a lone figure draped in silver armor, his crimson cloak dancing with the wind. His gaze, sharp as a dragon’s claw, swept across the battlefield. His name was Huan Bai — the War Demon, the youngest divine general in the empire’s history. At fifteen, he had silenced rebel cities. At twenty-two, he led men against beasts that tore mountains apart. At twenty-seven, he ascended to the rank of Divine General, one of only three in the entire empire. His name was etched in legends, sung by poets and feared by kings. But even war gods have hearts. In a rare moment of peace, the general crossed paths with Wu Hua, the flower of the Xiantian Sect. Graceful, serene, and unshaken even by his terrifying presence. Love, unexpected and fierce, bloomed like wildfire. They married in the spring, where cherry blossoms rained like snow. On his thirty-second birthday, the war demon smiled brighter than ever before. His son, Li Bai, was born under a sky filled with stars, as if the heavens themselves bowed in blessing. But fate, as always, was cruel. In the same year, during a border negotiation with the Tiansha Empire, General Huan Bai was betrayed and captured. His soldiers returned without him. His armor, broken. His spear, snapped. His fate — unknown. And as if destiny wasn’t yet done, Wu Hua vanished days later. No body, no trace. Only silence. The empire grieved its war god. But not all shared in the sorrow. Young Li Bai, now the son of a "fallen hero" and a "runaway woman," grew under the weight of whispers and cruel laughter. “A cursed child,” they called him. “The disgrace of a vanished bloodline.” But in the stillness of rejection, something stirred. On the eve of his seventh birthday, when the cold moon was high and dreams were thin, Li Bai sat alone in the courtyard of the orphaned manor. No one celebrated. No one remembered. And then — boom. A sudden pulse. The earth trembled. The stars above flickered strangely, as if acknowledging a forgotten truth. From within Li Bai’s core, a spiraling path of light and darkness emerged. It did not follow the known elements. It was not fire, not wind, not sword, not beast. It was something much more mysterious..... Unseen by all, the world had changed. The spirit child had awakened.

A thousand years have passed since the Elemental Empire of Tempest vanished from the world. Cloaked behind a magical veil, it has remained untouched—its secrets sealed, its name fading into myth. At the heart of the empire sleeps Noctas Tempest, a prodigious emperor with silver hair shimmering like the aurora. Crowned in a palace of silence, he governs with a curious mind and frightening power—creating magic from boredom, twisting the laws of nature into "toys." But whispers stir within Tempest’s walls. Shadows of a forgotten war. A kingdom built on ancient sorrow. And a Veil that cannot hold forever. As the world unknowingly marches toward chaos, Noctas stirs from his slumber. And for the first time in a millennium… Tempest looks outward.

Chase was born with no name worth remembering. No house to claim, no banner to carry—only the frail warmth of a dying father and the legend of a mother who vanished the night he first opened his eyes. And yet, in the quiet hours between sickness and sleep, his father still spoke of her as if she were something more than mortal—an echo of divinity itself, cloaked in mystery and sorrow. Years passed. Seasons came and went. And the boy grew beneath a roof of cracked timbers, with no fortune but the stories of the woman he would never know. But destiny has no need of crowns or titles. The story begins not in triumph, but in ruin—on a night when Chase wakes to the scent of scorched embers, the cries of a village being torn apart, and the first taste of the chaos that would one day carry his name across the world. For on that night, as the flames devoured everything he had ever loved, a boy was born.

In a hidden land where the elements answer only to the chosen, Asteria is an outcast—born of a forbidden union and carrying a past cloaked in silence. Branded as lesser, yet drawn by whispers in the storm, he sets off on a journey that will unravel ancient truths buried beneath the world's surface. As the winds shift and the elements stir, Asteria finds himself at the center of a legacy long forgotten… one that could reshape everything. But when nature remembers, will he be ready to answer its call?

In a world ruled by sin-bound and Virtue- bounds, power is survival—and pain is a path. Orion, a scarred boy from the depths of Hope City’s slums, is chosen as the scion of virtue in the church of attonement. But his past is laced with trauma, and a cursed fate is destined to bring ruin. When Nova, a ruthless scion of the Temple of Wrath, claims Orion as his Nexus, their bond begins as duty, but spirals into something far more dangerous. Between divine prophecies, fractured empires, and organizations like the Den of Greed and Pantheon of Justice vying for control, together, they must face enemies, prophecies, and the crushing weight of fate. Because in a world where nothing is free, the most powerful connection is one they were never meant to have. --- "My name is Orion—like a spark in the dark." His voice was steady now, his heart hammering with something he didn’t dare name. "I accept." He clasped Nova’s hand, gripping it tight. "I will be your shadow and your sword, your shield and your partner— The ember that turns your rage into a supernova."

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

He died a parasite. Then, he was reborn a prince. But in both lives… he was powerless. Lucas came into his second life with all his past memories intact—memories filled with failure, humiliation, and helplessness. Reborn as a crown prince, he thought he had finally been given a chance to change everything. But the gods were cruel. His body was frail. His veins rejected mana. And in a world where strength determines worth, Lucas was nothing more than a burden wrapped in royal robes. Until a voice whispered from the abyss. [You've Proved You're Worthy To Be the Godslayer's Successor] [You Have Inherited the Blood World] [Inheritance Progress: 6%] [Sacrificial Offering: Kill All corrupt Villagers (0/103) Before They Turn Into Evil Beasts. Time Limit: 2 Minutes. Fail, and Your Succession Will Be Revoked] Suddenly, he was given power. But it came with a cost: blood, madness, and irreversible choices. As corruption spreads, as all those around him fall and monsters rise, Lucas begins to question everything. Then—she appears. A beautiful woman cloaked in sorrow, claiming to be his wife from the future. "Why are you so obsessed with power?! Even in this hell, there are lines that shouldn’t be crossed!" But Lucas no longer knows the meaning of mercy. Not when the world has taken everything from him. Not when power is the only way to survive. In a realm where light is devoured by shadow, and gods play cruel games with mortal lives... Will Lucas become a savior bathed in blood— or the final monster this world deserves?