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"They married her to a corpse. She’ll teach them how to bury the living." When Sloane Sinclair, a disgraced surgeon with a talent for toxins, is sold into marriage to the "dying" heir of the Pemberley dynasty, she knows it’s a trap. The contract is simple: her medical skills for her freedom. But the Pemberleys didn’t expect the viper they’ve invited into their nest. Lucian Pemberley isn’t the feeble puppet his family believes. Behind his coughing fits and silver-tipped cane lies a mind sharp as a scalpel. He recognizes Sloane’s lethal brilliance—and the shadows in her past that mirror his own. Forced to ally, they unravel a conspiracy laced with memory-altering drugs and blood-soaked stock certificates, all leading to the truth behind their mentor’s murder. As their fake marriage ignites into something dangerously real, the Pemberleys strike back. A black widow’s perfume, a sibling’s betrayal, and a ghost from Sloane’s childhood force a choice: heal the man she’s grown to crave, or wield her needles like the weapon she was trained to be.

One night. That’s all it took for Alvin’s world to shatter under the full moon’s glow. In a single, blood-soaked evening, he lost everything—his loved ones, his humanity, and nearly his life, left impaled with a stake through his stomach. But Alvin refused to die. He chose survival—even if it meant no longer being human. Now, as his blood begins to change, his body shifting into one of a vampire, something bad happens again. His ritual to transform was sabotaged by an unknown force, the changes it brought remained hidden deep inside of him. All Alvin wants is to live—and maybe, just maybe, enjoy his favorite garlic bread again. But why did everything about him feel so suspicious, like it all pointed to an impending doom? Where did this sense of danger come from?

In the rain-soaked, neon-lit underbelly of a city teeming with secrets, Alexander Mercer, a lawyer with a tarnished reputation, is drawn into a web of conspiracy surrounding a long-dormant case. With his office a chaotic sanctuary of forgotten files and his nights filled with broken whispers, Mercer navigates a world of manipulated evidence and shadowy figures. He must decipher the cryptic messages hidden in the fragmented testimonies and tampered forensics, facing down powerful forces that seek to bury the truth forever. In this noir-infused legal thriller, Mercer's relentless pursuit of justice becomes a dangerous obsession, where every clue is a double-edged sword and every ally a potential adversary.

Life as the daughter of one of the most feared vampires in the supernatural world should come with perks. Power, wealth, status—I had it all. But all I ever wanted was to be normal. To blend in. To live without my father’s name hanging over my head like a guillotine. So when the chance to attend Betias Academy appeared, I took it. A school filled with supernatural elites—werewolves, vampires, shifters—I figured I could finally disappear into the chaos. No bodyguards breathing down my neck, no constant reminders of the family legacy I never asked for. I wanted normal. I craved boring. Instead, I woke up on my first night with a dead body on my floor. Drew, the only other human in my dorm, murdered. His blood soaking my carpet. No memory of what happened. No alibi. No clue who set me up. And in a school where humans are seen as disposable, I know exactly what’s coming. Not an investigation. Not a trial. Just an execution. Enter Ava—mysterious, sharp-tongued, and way too good at cleaning up crime scenes. She’s the only one willing to help me, but she’s hiding secrets of her own. Together, we have two choices: solve this murder before the Academy buries it—or end up buried ourselves. The deeper we dig, the darker the truth becomes. Someone wanted Drew dead. Someone wanted me to take the fall. And worse—someone is playing a game far more dangerous than I ever realized. Now, I have to survive Bestias Academy long enough to find the real killer. But in a school full of monsters, how do you prove your innocence when everyone already sees you as prey? Prepare for a thrilling ride of sharp wit, deadly secrets, and dangerously hot wolf shifters in this supernatural academy mystery.

[-Congratulations, you have successfully killed Alexander the Great and claimed him as your summon..-] The words, scrawled in blood, burned across the page of the Death Ledger. Riven was nothing but a powerless runt until necromancers razed his village and butchered his sister before his eyes. As his blood soaked the dirt, his Sigil ignited, granting him a gift. He can die and reform, a cycle that resets with every rank he climbs. But fate wasn’t done screwing him. In the catacombs beneath the ruins, he found the Death Ledger—a death contract that bound him against his will to hunt those who’ve cheated death across dimensions. Historical legendary heroes and villains. From the noble King Arthur to the conqueror Genghis Khan and the fabled king of Uruk, Gilgamesh, together with Ivan the Terrible and Vlad the Impaler. Every mission is a gamble. Fail once, and the Ledger brands him a death-cheater, turning him into prey for the same immortal fugitives he hunts. And the reward? He gets to keep them as his undead summons. His enemies will not stop coming. They want the Ledger, the Sigil, his power. To survive, he will wield death itself, growing stronger with every soul he claims, because in a world this savage, only the relentless rise.

Leo awakens in a world he doesn’t recognize, with no memory of who he is or why he’s there. All he knows is that survival isn’t just a necessity—it’s his only chance to uncover the truth. Thrown into a brutal test for assassins on a hostile alien planet, Leo quickly discovers an extraordinary instinct for combat and evasion—abilities that feel second nature, yet remain a mystery even to him. But as the blood-soaked trials unfold, whispers of his lineage begin to surface. In a universe where gods are eternal and invincible, Leo carries the blood of the one being who defied that rule: the Timeless Assassin, a legend feared by mortals and deities alike. Now, hunted for what he represents and burdened by a legacy he can’t yet comprehend, Leo must forge his path through a deadly labyrinth of enemies, alliances, and cosmic conspiracies—all while piecing together the fragments of his forgotten past. For in the shadows of his fractured identity lies a truth that could shake the heavens themselves. -------- NOTE - The MC in this story is a cunning vigilante type character who is morally gray and will often make questionable choices not befitting a traditional 'Hero' type character. Find me on discord at - raj_shah_7152 or join the server - https://discord.gg/rFXGz9NBe2

In the decaying Gothic city of Gebraucht, once famed for its miraculous medicine, a mysterious plague has twisted many into nightmarish beasts. Cut off from the world, survivors formed The Hunters—warriors wielding enchanted weapons and embracing forbidden rituals to reclaim their city. As the Hunt begins, Yuli Yasui B. Hoffen, a newly inducted Hunter, steps into the chaos, determined to purge the horrors. But beneath the blood-soaked streets, the city's darkest secrets lurk, waiting to be uncovered.

Synopsis: When Ethan Walker steps through a mysterious door in a rain-soaked alley, he finds himself inside The Obscura Hotel—a place that exists beyond time and space. The rules of this hotel are simple: Follow them, and you might survive. Break them, and you’ll regret it. But some rules aren’t meant to be broken. Trapped in a place where reality shifts and unseen horrors lurk behind every door, Ethan must uncover the hotel’s secrets before it claims him as its next permanent guest. Rule #5: If you hear knocking from inside the closet—do not open it. Rule #3: Avoid mirrors between 3:00 AM and 4:00 AM. If you see something that isn’t your reflection—look away. Final Rule: There is no checking out.

One day, Su Qi suddenly discovers he has a peculiar ability: he can see Easter eggs hidden in the world around him. These aren’t just bits of extra information; by performing specific actions, he can unlock hidden rewards. While everyone else is fleeing in terror from a vengeful female ghost, Su Qi is already setting the table for a candlelit dinner, chatting amiably with her. [You acquire her husband's hat, a mysterious artifact that, when thrown, locks onto enemies and delivers a devastating mental shock.] When zombies overrun the streets, and survivors scramble for axes and kitchen knives, Su Qi confidently strides in, wielding a sound system in one hand and a heavy-duty machine gun in the other, casually clearing out the neighborhood. [No one can defeat me in my BGM.] This is the Abyss—the birthplace of despair and decay, where worlds crumble under fear and madness. This is also a paradise where countless seekers pursue the footsteps of gods. Myths of the past and epics of the future are written here in grand and tragic splendor. Until Su Qi shows up. With a mop soaked in the blood of a recently stunned god, Su Qi scrawls a few bold words onto the epic tale: "The Abyssal Garden: No Room for the Idle."

When a shimmering portal tears through the heart of London, disgorging legions of dragon-riding knights and mythical beasts, the United Kingdom faces an unprecedented crisis. Amid the ashes of Buckingham Palace and the rubble of Parliament, Captain Alastair Reid—a battle-scarred veteran of Afghanistan—leads a ragtag coalition of Royal Marines, rogue historians, and disillusioned politicians into the fantastical "Special Region." But this realm of warring elves, scheming sorcerers, and ancient gods is no passive medieval playground. As Reid navigates blood-soaked alliances and geopolitical brinkmanship, he uncovers a chilling truth: the Gate’s creators are watching, and humanity’s survival hinges on a choice—conquer or collaborate.

HERE’S TO SOMETHING BEAUTIFUL The rain hasn’t fallen on Mercer Street in over forty years. Water is rationed, the market thrives, and the people live hidden from time itself—until she appears. Margo arrives at the doorstep of an old apartment house, soaked from head to toe in something impossible. Rain. She doesn’t know where she came from. She doesn’t remember how she got there. But she smells like a storm from another time, and that scent is about to change everything. Park and Key, longtime friends and misfits of Mercer, take her in—one fascinated, the other suspicious. As they uncover the mysteries of her past, they find themselves tangled in a web of forgotten histories, secret societies, and a reality they were never meant to question. Time folds. The past whispers. And in a world where water is worth more than gold, the girl with the rain might just be the key to everything. A mind-bending dystopian fantasy soaked in jazz, opium smoke, and the scent of lost memories. Mystery, time distortion, and a city lost in its own legend A girl who shouldn’t exist—and the men drawn into her storm Secrets buried beneath the market and the gatekeepers who guard them A journey through a world where the past is a whisper and the future is unwritten Here’s to something beautiful. Here’s to what comes next.

Rex was just another slave in the corporate machine, a faceless office worker under the shadow of one of the galaxy's powerful megacorps. His life was predictable and dull, an endless cycle of meaningless reports and fluorescent-lit monotony. That was, until that day.... When a new world was discovered on the outskirts of the galaxy, Rex, like countless other low-ranking employees, found himself dragged into a contract clause he’d barely skimmed years ago. The megacorp ordered him and his coworkers to pack their lives into a transport pod and leave for the unexplored planet. Their mission? Establish a colony. Mine resources. Make the company richer. There was no choice, refusing meant ruin. At first, everything seemed manageable. The days were grueling, the nights cold, but progress was steady. The colony was coming to life. Until the excavation team struck something. No one knew what it was at first, a buried hive, a forgotten ecosystem, or something ancient and dangerous. Whatever it was, it unleashed hell. Swarms of enormous, chittering creatures erupted from the ground, their jagged bodies blotting out the sky. The colony fell into chaos. Screams echoed through the air as the bugs tore through everything in their path, walls, machines, and people. Rex barely survived. Bloodied, broken, and pinned beneath the rubble, he should have died there. But in the pitch-black silence of his fading consciousness, a voice spoke to him. Cold. Mechanical. Otherworldly. "Do you wish to live?" When Rex woke, he was no longer the man he’d been. His body was no longer human flesh and bone but something far more alien. His skin shimmered with living metal, his mind infused with the power of Cleo, a mysterious AI from a long-extinct, robotic race known as the Kaelzars. Cleo’s presence pulsed through his thoughts, guiding him and transforming him. He wasn’t just alive. He was reborn. But survival came at a price. Rex was no longer a pawn of the megacorp; he was something more dangerous, something they couldn’t control. As Cleo’s intentions began to reveal themselves, Rex found himself standing on the precipice of war, not just with the bugs but with forces far greater than he could have imagined. This was the beginning of a journey through blood-soaked battlefields and treacherous alliances. Along the way, Rex would encounter allies, brilliant, flawed, and unpredictable, and enemies whose ambitions were as sharp as their blades. These weren’t disposable foes, easily crushed by an overpowered hero. They were cunning, relentless, and human in the most terrifying ways. But then again, in war, who can truly be called a villain? New chapters every day at: [2 A.M GMT+8 Time!]

In the heart of a crime-ridden metropolis, Vincent Moreau, the cold and calculating heir to the Moreau Syndicate, navigates a world built on blood, power, and betrayal. Raised by a ruthless father who molded him into a weapon of war, Vincent has never known love—only control and dominance. Everything changes when Celeste Laurent, a rising star in the entertainment industry, becomes a pawn in a twisted game of power. To settle an old debt, she is forced into an arranged marriage with Vincent—a man whose reputation is soaked in cruelty and blood. Celeste, who has spent her life running from her dark past, finds herself shackled to a man feared by even the most hardened criminals. But secrets run deep. Celeste isn’t just a singer—she is the daughter of a former detective murdered in cold blood while investigating the Moreau Syndicate. And she has been searching for answers, unaware that the man she is bound to may hold the key to the truth. As betrayals unfold and old enemies resurface, Vincent and Celeste are forced into an uneasy alliance. While Celeste tries to navigate her husband's dangerous world, Vincent finds himself drawn to her defiance—an attraction that threatens the iron control he has spent years cultivating. But love in their world is a dangerous illusion. Surrounded by conspiracies, blackmail, and murder, will Celeste uncover the truth about her father’s death before it’s too late? And can Vincent protect her from the very darkness that made him who he is?

In a world where beauty is a deadly illusion, humanity’s greatest predators walk among them—Shikiban, mesmerizing beings that lure victims with their ethereal charm before devouring their souls with a single whisper. Their existence is hidden from the world, but a secret organization, the Kageshiki, has sworn to hunt them down. Reika Kagetsu never asked for this war. One night—betrayal, blood, and darkness—then she wakes up in an unfamiliar place: Tenshiko Academy, an elite training ground for Kageshiki warriors. Branded as a trainee, she must endure brutal trials, deadly combat, and a world where only the strong survive. But something is wrong. The shadows whisper her name. The monsters don’t just fear her—they know her. And standing among the elite is Souta, the man she once trusted, watching her with a smirk—as if he planned her fate from the very beginning. Within Tenshiko Academy, there are only two choices: hunt or be hunted. Each trainee must slay Shikiban, absorb their power, and become living weapons. But as Reika carves her way through the ranks, a question lingers—what truly separates a Kageshiki from the monsters they kill? When the truth reveals itself, she must decide. Is she the hunter? Or has she been prey all along? A tale of vengeance, survival, and power—in this blood-soaked world, strength is everything. Mercy is death. And the whispers are calling her name.

He’s a killer without a leash. She’s a girl with a price on her blood. Toki didn’t ask for redemption, he just wanted enough coin to stay drunk and out of trouble. But when a sharp-tongued noble girl hires him as her bodyguard, trouble comes dressed in silks and secrets. Kiyomi isn’t just some runaway with a stick up her sleeve, she’s the hidden daughter of the Emperor, and every bastard from here to the Capital wants a piece of her. Some for gold. Some for power. Some for darker things best left buried. Now they're stuck together on a journey soaked in blood, through crumbling villages, cursed ruins, and the ghosts of a forgotten world. But the greatest threat doesn’t come from demons or assassins. It comes from within. Because the monster in Toki’s chest is waking up again. And Kiyomi might be the only thing standing between him and the edge.

Across the vast convolution of worlds, divine beings rule as absolute sovereigns—each god assigned dominion over a singular realm. Skirmishes are inevitable, whether for power, amusement, or sheer pettiness. One such battle, between Nexus, the God of Trickery, and an aging, senile deity, resulted in an anomaly… A soul misplaced. Elliot, an ordinary man, was never meant for Ul’Tra-el. But fate, or perhaps a cosmic prank, had other plans. Unlike other worlds, Ul’Tra-el is an aberration—one that developed a voice. A voice that diverged from the natural order. A voice that changed everything. Its foundation cracked, leaking dimensions into one another. Rifts tore open like festering wounds, vomiting forth unspeakable horrors—monsters not meant to exist. But the world did not sit idly by. In response—perhaps an act of self-preservation—the world gifted its inhabitants power. Talents awakened, granting people extraordinary abilities. And for every rift sealed, the Voice of Ul rewarded them generously. Survival was simple: fight, grow stronger, and close the rifts… or die trying. In this ruthless, blood-soaked reality, Northern—a white-haired boy burdened by his past life—was reincarnated. But unlike the chosen heroes, he awakened as a talentless nobody. No power. No strength. No future. And when death loomed over him—when despair clawed at his soul and the cold grip of the failure threatened to take him— A Voice responded: [System Notice] [Your Soul cannot take a form.] [Searching for a Unique Pattern Ability…] [Searching…] [Search Found.] [A Unique System Ability has been detected.] [You Can Copy And Evolve Talents] ... Follow Northern through his journey as he becomes the pinnacle of this world. This a story about a white-haired boy’s rise from rubbles!! Note: This is an overpower genre but MC does not just start off like that. Even though MC can copy talents he doesn't just jump around copying talents because there's a limitation. However, his rise to strength is depicted and is an experience to enjoy. The first few hundreds would be frustrating to follow because MC is weak but that makes the experience all the more interesting when MC finally gets freaking strong and starts wiping the floor with everyones asses.

Cyber Dream: The Blade of Capital In a futuristic metropolis, technology has transcended human imagination. Modified metallic prostheses, intelligent AI companions, brain-embedded neural networks, and sprawling virtual spaces create a world that feels almost magical. Diseases like cancer, once feared, are now trivial thanks to nano-medical robots. Yet beneath these marvels lurks a new threat—a creeping form of cyber-psychosis that erodes minds and souls. Our story follows Kestrel , a former corporate elite turned dissident. With a prosthetic body shimmering in neon light, he roams the city’s dangerous fringes. On a rain-soaked night atop a high-rise, as he surveys a dazzling yet distorted skyline, he asks, “What is capitalism?” This question is both a critique of old social orders and a call to awaken those numbed by high-tech splendor. Soon, Kestrel embarks on a perilous journey into cyberspace with his advanced AI companion, Victoria. In this digital labyrinth, data streams hide secrets; memories can be stolen and identities rewritten, blurring the line between reality and illusion. Together, they uncover a staggering conspiracy: colossal corporations covertly implant neural networks into people’s minds, manipulating thoughts and establishing total control over society. The narrative begins with the chapter “Awakening,” where vivid imagery of neon-lit streets and rain intermingled with laser beams sets a mesmerizing scene. Kestrel’s inner monologue reveals deep discontent with a world that is outwardly vibrant yet internally decaying. He recalls a simpler time while questioning if the human spirit can endure under the dehumanizing grip of technology. Is the cost of progress the loss of our very selves? As events unfold, Kestrel becomes entangled with an underground network orchestrated by corporate elites. This hidden collective arms rebels and exposes the grim truth at humanity’s core. Each cyber intrusion and virtual clash plunges him deeper into isolation and fear, even as Victoria begins to show signs of independent consciousness. Her struggle to blend logic with emerging emotions adds complexity to their mission. Cyber Dream: The Blade of Capital is more than a high-octane cyberpunk adventure filled with chases and confrontations; it is a profound exploration of freedom, power, and the nature of reality. As Kestrel’s rebellion and Victoria’s quest for self-awareness ignite a movement, the novel challenges us to question what it means to be truly free in a world where technology is both a tool for progress and a weapon of control. A thrilling journey awaits.

In the rain-soaked streets of Versailles, on an alternate Earth where beings born of the Veil—both sentient and monstrous—are oppressed under the iron fist of the Church, Lucent De’Rosso stands as the last of his noble lineage. Haunted by loss and driven by vengeance, he wages a quiet war in the city’s shadows, fighting for those he loves and the ghosts he cannot bury. But as the lines between justice and obsession blur, Lucent is forced to confront the darkness within himself—one that may be far more dangerous than the monsters he hunts.

The Earth was torn apart, reshaped into an endless dungeon—a brutal labyrinth of blood-soaked corridors, twisted monsters, and stages that grow more terrifying with every level. The rules of survival have changed: gather coins, and use them to buy anything you desire. Power, safety, even happiness—everything has a price. For Lex, there’s only one thing he craves: death. But in this world, where coins can buy anything, even that is out of reach. Cursed with the power "Die to Begin," every time Lex dies, he's resurrected at the start, trapped in an endless loop of survival and torment. All he wants is enough coins to finally purchase the one thing that he had been seeking for countless lifetimes—an end. In this nightmare, where money can truly buy anything, Lex will sacrifice everything, even his humanity, just to escape the endless suffering. -------------------------------- If you'd like to support me, here's my patreon :) https://www.patreon.com/c/HYLP

"When you think you know the truth... you'll realize you haven't even begun to understand the lies." In a world where darkness devours innocence, the journey of "Shadow" begins—a boy of eight who loses everything on a blood-soaked, rainy night. An unknown gang storms his home, slaughtering his parents before his eyes. His life shifts from the warmth of family to the cold embrace of loneliness, left only with scars of the past and unanswered questions. As years pass, Shadow uncovers a truth far more twisted than he imagined, realizing that the shadows of his past conceal dark threads linking his family to the world of organized crime. Torn between despair and the thirst for vengeance, Shadow embarks on a dangerous path to confront the enigmatic "Bloods Syndicate," the entity that shattered his world. Along the way, he crosses paths with outcasts who, like him, dwell on society’s fringes, forming the Mafia—a group that redefines loyalty and betrayal. Through brutal battles, intricate conspiracies, and internal struggles, his will is tested, and his humanity is pushed to its limits as he searches for meaning in a life lost between revenge and the fear of what lies ahead. A gripping tale where raw emotions clash with electrifying events, raising profound questions about vengeance, justice, and the steep price we pay to live... or to die.

Kaito Nakamura, a cunning, elf-obsessed student, dies in a humiliating mishap choking on ramen while ogling his sultry elf sketch, Liraeth. Reborn as a half-elf in Aelthyrion, a dazzling elf city , he’s thrust into a nightmare far from his fantasies. The elves here are far from what he had imagined. They were tricksters, their beauty is a mask for greed, savagery, and perverse rituals, ruling over those they viewed as less with disdain. Armed with Weakness Sight a mysterious ability to see glowing cracks in people, objects, and skills he navigates a world of blood-soaked “dances,” monstrous pits, and gilded cages. What would have been his dream come true has morphed into a nightmare simply because the elves of Aelthyrion weren’t what they we’re supposed to be

Clara Wilson the heiress to Diamond Group got engaged to the love of her life Isaac Hartford the heir to Starlight Group, due to an unforeseen betrayal, Clara Wilson on the brink of death on the night of full moon, Alpha and his pack hunting for prey, rescues Clara and turned her to a werewolf through an Alpha's bite. will she survive from the Alpha's bite? Excerpts: The ambient sound of waves gently lapping against the hull, coupled with the distant hum of the ship's engines, only amplifies her thoughts. She forces a smile, raising her glass in a toast, masking her emotions with practiced ease. The couple clinks their glasses with hers, their happiness an unspoken contrast to the quiet yearning in her heart. "I'll go inside the suite and rest now you guys enjoy." She said making her way to the suite. "Babe I need to get something inside the suite." Isaac said. "Alright don't keep me here waiting, I can't do without seeing you for a second." "Really that's my girl." He said, kisses her forehead and left. Isaac didn't go to their suite but he went to Jacqueline's suite he pushed opened the door. "Did I scare you?" He asked. "Why didn't you knock on the door before coming in what if I'm undressing." "Sighed softly it's not like this is the first time I'm seeing you undressed should I get rid of your night gown." He said kissing her collar bone. She didn't reject his offer, wrapped her arms around his neck he kissed her thin lips vigorously. Few minutes passed Isaac had not returned yet, she decided to go and check on him, she checked their suite he was not there, she headed to Jacqueline's suite to ask her If she had seen Isaac. She opened the door to Jacqueline's suite and then, her eyes flickered tears rapidly streamed down her face a pang of shame stabbed at her watching her best friend and the love of her life together on bed exchanging intimacies. "Isaac....you! How could you do this to me? What are you two doing together on bed?" Both of them stared at her without any sigh of remorsefulness. "It's just like what you're seeing right now" She moved closer to the bed drags the sheet off Jacqueline exposing her nakedness grabbed her brown hair hitting her head against the cluttered table beside the bed. Jacqueline stretches her hand reaching for the wine she held it and hits Clara's head with the wine bottle, the glass shattered against Clara's head. The sharp crack echoed in the tense silence and crimson blood began to seep, dripping onto the plush carpet and pooling under the shards of broken glass, Clara fainted. The room descended into chaos, the once romantic moments now marred by betrayal and violence. "Oh my goodness what have you done Jacqueline." "Is she dead?" She asked curiously in fear. "What are we going to do now?" "I don't think she is dead yet she fainted probably." He said.  "I know what to do." He carried her heading to the edge of the ship Jacqueline followed him , Isaac pulled off his shirt soaked with blood used it to clean the blood stain on his hand and neck. He folded the shirt and throws it into the sea. Jacqueline standing at the edge of the ship bitting her fingers  panicked about the situation. "Please don't kill me, help me I promise not to cause any trouble for both of you, I will forgive and pretend nothing happened here." Clara muttered in pain. "So you're finally awake"

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

How can someone belong when the world itself feels like a stranger? Is loneliness something he can escape—or is it destined to consume him entirely? Amidst the rain-soaked streets of London, a nameless protagonist, whose days are just as empty, drifts through life----standing by the Thames River, questioning the purpose of social interactions, attending university, working part-time at a bookstore owned by his Uncle, spending his days by observing the bustling city around; feeling like an unnoticed outsider ,watching the life in surroundings rather than actively participating. A turning point occurs when he meets a poetess in a park at pavilion on a rainy day. Will he confess the whispers of his heart? Alienation is a profound exploration of loneliness, love, and the echoes of unnoticed fragile beauty around.

In a rain-soaked city where shadows hide more than just secrets, two broken souls collide. Zoya, a young woman running from her father’s debts and the life that suffocates her, meets Aarish, a guarded man with a dark past he can’t escape. Together, they form an unlikely bond, teaching each other how to disappear—not just from the world, but from the pain that haunts them. But disappearing isn’t as simple as erasing your name or changing your face. It’s about letting go of the people you love, the places you call home, and the person you used to be. As Zoya and Aarish grow closer, they begin to realize that their connection is both a lifeline and a liability. For Aarish, loving Zoya means putting her in danger. For Zoya, loving Aarish means risking the fragile new life she’s built. When Aarish vanishes without a word, leaving only a letter and a shattered heart behind, Zoya is forced to confront the truth about their pasts—and the sacrifices they’ve both made to survive. "The Art of Disappearing" is a haunting tale of love, loss, and the unbearable weight of letting go. It’s a story about the people who change us, the choices that define us, and the scars that remind us of where we’ve been.

People chosen by the gods—loved by them. Befittingly, in the world of Mundos they are referred to as Beloveds. Beings capable of feats of unparalleled and indomitable power. The levels of their strength relative to how much they believe and are committed to the gods that chose them. To be able to use the gifts these wretched gods give better though, something of equal value must be returned. Therefore it is not uncommon in this world to give your eye, to chop off your arm, your leg, and even to kill someone you love to become stronger. However, when these Beloveds do commit such acts, are they really the ones that wield this strength? Or are they merely slaves to it and their respective deities? A black and white world soaked in red by the blind faith of these beings, witnessed through the eyes of a victim who seeks retribution.  Against all Beloveds. Against all odds. And against all gods. Will his belief ring true amidst this bleek time where countless other unique thoughts intermingle? "I know no gods. I know no beings who will tell others to sacrifice their own flesh and blood, and the flesh and blood of their own neighboring man in order to gain power. I know only my own power—a power not borrowed but something that rests within me and burns in my heart—which will be my guiding light as I seek to drive a blade through the hearts of all these beings I do not believe in."

Synopsis: Amidst the ruins of a battlefield soaked in blood, a lone warrior stands against an all-powerful god, defiant even in the face of certain death. As the divine wrath strikes him down, memories of another life flood his mind—a life where he was once a celebrated poet, admired for his brilliance but crushed by a society that valued wealth and influence over talent. Betrayed by fate, mocked for his failures, and orphaned by war, he had died a broken man. But this was not the first time he had fallen. As his vision fades, a shocking truth is unveiled—he was never meant to belong to this world. He had been reborn, his past and present lives intertwined by destiny. In his final moments, he realizes that his story is far from over. Whether through fate, revenge, or an unyielding will, he will rise again—stronger, wiser, and unbroken.

Amma is a dedicated artist living on the lovely island of Malta, and she has always wished for a love as bright as her paintings. However, her life takes an unexpected turn when her conventional family arranges for her to marry Jones, a wealthy but emotionally aloof businessman. In an effort to meet her family's expectations, Amma reluctantly accepts the engagement, torn between her sense of duty and her true desires. Everything changes when Alex, her childhood friend and secret lover, returns to Malta, causing Amma's carefully planned life to unravel. In direct contrast to Jones' cold and dominating nature, Amma is drawn to Alex's compassion and understanding, which rekindles old sentiments. She is caught in a maelstrom of emotions, compromises, and difficult decisions as she navigates the conflict between the life her family had planned for her and the love she has always desired. Amma's heart is divided between two men: one who represents tradition and stability, and the other who reaffirms her identity and ignites her passions. Following a tragic encounter that forces her to confront her true feelings, Amma faces a heart-wrenching decision: should she follow her heart and risk everything for the chance at true love, or should she honor her commitment to Jones and the life her family has planned for her? "The Heart's Trade-Off" is a poignant tale of love, sacrifice, and self-discovery set against the breathtaking backdrop of Malta's medieval beauty and sun-soaked landscapes. It explores the timeless dilemma of whether to fulfill our obligations or to follow our hearts, as well as the costs associated with each choice.

"But sir," she protested weakly, her voice laced with lust, "I thought... I thought that was my punishment." Mr. Kapoor chuckled darkly, his hand coming down in a swift slap that made her yelp. "Shut up," he barked, his eyes gleaming with excitement. "You're going to get more than you bargained for." His hand traced the reddened marks on her skin, his fingers lingering on the most sensitive areas. Shreya felt a shiver of anticipation as she bent over the desk again, her legs spread wide. She could feel the cool air against her wet pussy, her thong now soaked with his juices. Mr. Kapoor stepped closer, his hand moving to the small of her back, pushing her down even further. "You liked that?" he murmured, his voice a seductive whisper. "Yes, sir," she replied, her voice a breathless pant. She couldn't believe the words that were coming out of her mouth, but she couldn't deny the truth of them. Every part of her was on fire, desperate for more of his touch. Mr. Kapoor's hand slid down her back, his fingers toying with the waistband of her skirt. "You've been a very naughty girl, Shreya," he murmured, his voice a dark caress. "I think it's time for a more... creative punishment." Shreya's heart skipped a beat as she felt something cold and hard press against her pussy. She glanced over her shoulder to see Mr. Kapoor holding a highlighter, the neon pink color glinting in the light. "What are you doing, sir?" she asked, her voice a tremble. "Punishing you," he replied, his voice a low, dark promise. "And I want to hear you beg for it." He pushed the highlighter inside her, the plastic sliding easily through her wetness. She gasped, her eyes widening in shock and pleasure. It was an unusual sensation, something she had never experienced before. Mr. Kapoor began to move the highlighter in and out of her, the friction sending waves of pleasure through her body. "Tell me, slut," he whispered, his voice thick with lust. "Does it feel good to have my highlighter in your cunt?" Shreya whimpered, unable to form coherent words. She had never felt anything like this before, the taboo nature of the act only heightening her arousal. "Y-yes, sir," she managed to stutter, her voice shaky. "It feels... it feels amazing." Mr. Kapoor chuckled, his hand moving the highlighter faster. "You're going to love what comes next"

Author: Lone Raut Synopsis (Narrated by Deadpool’s Chaotic Cousin Who Forgot to Take Their Meds): Alright, gather ‘round, folks! Let me spin you a tale so dark it’ll make your therapist retire. Picture this: Yours truly was just another fancy-pants “man of culture” on a serial killer’s hit list—because apparently, collecting rare books and quoting Nietzsche makes you a target. Who knew? (Spoiler alert: I died. Surprise!) But death? Nah, that’s just the opening act. Instead of sweet oblivion, I woke up knee-deep in Saint’s Odyssey—a fantasy novel I once tossed into my “dumpster fire of bad writing” pile. Think Game of Thrones meets Saw, but with more existential dread. And guess what? I’m not the dashing hero. Nope. I’m the guy the author conveniently labeled “Villain.” Cool, right? (Cue jazz hands.) But hold onto your chimichangas, because this “hero”? Oh, he’s a masterpiece of hypocrisy. Smiles like a Disney prince, stabs like a back-alley surgeon. His grand plan? Wipe out half the world because reasons. Classic hero logic! Meanwhile, the gods are upstairs chugging ambrosia and betting on our suffering. Adorable!!!. Well, newsflash, Olympus—I’m hijacking this plot. Reborn with a vendetta and a PhD in chaos, I’m not here to play nice. Rules? Burn ‘em. Heroes? Crush ‘em. World domination? Duh!. This ain’t a redemption arc; it’s a blood-soaked takeover tour. Think Machiavelli with a splash of Joker and a side of espresso. They call me ruthless? Damn right. I’ll out-scheme the schemers, out-betray the traitors, and maybe burn a kingdom or two for aesthetic. The hero thinks he’s pulling strings? Sweetheart, I’m the puppetmaster—and I just cut the threads. Every battle’s a chess move, every ally a pawn, and the board? Oh, it’s dripping in red. And hey, let’s laugh while we’re at it. Ever seen a “chosen one” trip over his own halo? Poetic. Ever roasted a god so hard they literally combust? (Working on it.) This world’s a joke, and I’m the punchline—delivered with a knife. So buckle up, buttercups. The script’s flipped, the crown’s mine, and if the heroes cry about “morals”? Tell ‘em to write a Yelp review. This villain’s rewriting destiny—one corpse at a time. TL;DR: Death was my warm-up. Now? I’m here to conquer, crack jokes, and maybe commit some light treason. World, meet your new overlord. Resistance is hilarious . Hahahahaaaaaaa!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! (⁠・⁠∀⁠・⁠)