Molten Freddy

What happens when a goddess falls in love with a shifter? Asara; the goddess of love, was punished by her father, the god of thunder. Her crime being falling in love with a mortal shifter Alpha. To pay for her sins she was reborn as Cassandra LeBlanc; a mortal Princess in the magical Kingdom of Speldaria. Her family and kingdom, except her middle sister, shunned her for she was born without any magical abilities and she had no recollections of her true identity. Her betrothed, the powerful mage commander of the Speldaria, was unbothered by her. He wished for someone strong. Cassandra’s life was toppled when she was gifted a warrior slave by the mighty Alpha of Dusartine. She was asked to take part in the Yearly Arena Event by collaborating with the warrior. Cassandra who hated ‘The Arena’ with her very breath. A place where blood flowed like wine and life was cheaper than the very air they breathed didn't understand her purpose in it. On top of that, the mysterious warrior affected her in unimaginable ways. His hypnotic gaze unsettled her. His rare essence overwhelmed her. His muscular bronzed body consumed her with sinful thoughts. Even the dreams of her past life plagued her. When ‘The Arena' began the hidden agendas and underlying truths came to light and Cassandra was played a hand of fate. She was left with no choice but to give in and choose a path. The question would be. How will Cassandra grapple once she learns of the curse placed on her? Will she be able to obtain her magical abilities and stand up to her father? Who will help her along the journey? ~Excerpt~ Then she felt him, all of him. All his ruggedness. The strength of his arm. The softness of his lips. The grip of his hand. The warmth of his breath. Every muscle in her body went taut at the implications of sleeping in a man’s arms. She had never slept in a male’s embrace before. Her whole skin tingled like tiny sparks dancing on the very parts that connected with him. The crevices of her brain had these memories which weren't hers. This touch somehow didn't seem foreign to her. She felt safe in his soothing embrace and didn't wish to push him away and yet she knew this was far from appropriate. Cassandra tried to wriggle out of his hold, his arms seemed to be built from iron for they wouldn't budge. The light garment she had worn had lifted from her milky thigh baring it as his bronzed muscular one was draped on it. And now she could sense something poking her back. Her eyes suddenly expanded from the realisation and Cassandra fully panicked. “Let go!” She voiced out, heavily. Siroos slowly lifted his leg and slackened his hold on her waist so she could shuffle away. He had awakened when she had stiffened for the first time but wished to behold what she would try. With eyes blown wide she stole a glance towards the man who had her wrapped in his embrace like a precious treasure, his treasure. His molten gold eyes had flickered open and there was this softness and want with which he stared at her. Those soft brown curls cascaded over his eyes as he forgot to blink, watching the timeless beauty that she was. Her one-of-a-kind fragrance was a torture to his senses. How he wished to grab her dainty ankle, pull her from it and have her sprawled underneath him. To kiss the very skin that oozed such scent which was driving him insane. Instead, he bent his arm and placed it under his cheek using it like a pillow to watch her with desire-filled eyes. The awkward lull between them prolonged as Cassandra cleared her throat. “Did you have to climb on me to sleep?” “It wasn't intentional but was certainly enticing and definitely won't be the last time.” His deeply hypnotic voice was even more alluring this early in the morning as it resonated all around her. The book cover is mine.

Arella is an angel. Well, she used to be an angel. A real, bona fide, halo-wearing, wing-flapping celestial being. That was until one tiny whoopsie involving a banquet and a very unfortunate burning of a pair of wings happened. ... Okay, there was more than one tiny whoopsie. Fast forward a few hours later, and Arella found herself booted from the pearly gates with nothing but her wings and an eviction notice. Her family called it a "vacation." Ha! A vacation, in the human realm of all places! One hundred years later, Arella calls it her new life. Turns out, living among humans isn’t half bad—especially when you can turn invisibly smug at their lack of ability to fly. Early retirement has never been so blissful. That is, until the heavenly courier service smacks her with a message: Arella’s back on duty. And her new job? Marry. The. Demon. King. Wait, what?! Marrying the Demon King isn’t exactly on Arella’s bucket list, especially when demons and angels have been sworn enemies for eons. But orders are orders. So, off she goes, wings drooping and attitude cranked to full sass, to meet her new husband—a devilishly handsome demon who seems unnervingly smitten with her. Cue in dinner dates, fiery arguments (literally), and a series of catastrophes involving Arella accidentally setting demon drapes on fire with her holy fire. But as Arella settles into this bizarre celestial-demonic union, she uncovers a sinister plot that threatens not just her marriage, but the entire realm. Turns out, angels and demons might have to join forces to stop a threat that neither side can handle alone. And Arella? She might just be the unexpected key to saving everyone. Armed with nothing but her quick wit, rusty angelic powers, and a reluctant husband who may or may not leave love notes carved into molten rock, Arella must navigate battles, betrayals, and the occasional marital spat to protect their world. After all, nothing says “happily ever after” like saving existence itself, ... right? One ex-angel. One smitten demon king. And a whole lot of chaos.

A chilling air swept across the desert as a figure in a black cloak and obsidian crown walked toward the advancing army of House Elyria. With a raise of his hand, the sun turned black, plunging the battlefield into darkness. The wind ripped away the sand, revealing an ocean of skulls, and from it, thousands of undead surged, surrounding the army. Blood spilled, and with each death, the army grew—undead rising even before their bodies hit the ground. The figure stepped onto the shoulder of a massive giant, its molten eyes burning as it crushed entire squads with a single swing. As the black sun set, only the general remained. Kneeling, he glared. “You think this will go unanswered? House Elyria is one of the strongest forces on the continent!" The figure smirked. "Your House will answer soon enough. I’ll be visiting it tonight." With a wave, the undead surged, swallowing him whole. -- After his death in an accident, Roye awakens in the midst of a dark sacrificial ritual, surrounded by hundreds of lifeless corpses inside the body of Roye Valdrin—a disowned noble, the forgotten younger brother of a ruthless villainess, and the discarded ex-fiancé of a destined heroine. Worse yet, he has transmigrated into the world of Valoria, a dark fantasy realm where humanity began reclaiming its place on the surface only eight hundred years ago, after living underground for millennia with no idea why they were forced to hide in the first place. A world where gods and ancient emperors still influence the living from their graves. A world where politics run amok. A world where evil hearts and questionable morality lurk beneath a beautiful facade. Could he even survive in such a brutal world? Core Bloodline Acquired— Special Inheritance Gained: Apostle of Death.(Rank- Unknown) Roye doesn’t know if he will survive, but he knows one thing: he’ll do whatever it takes. Messing with the plot, killing main characters—nothing is off-limits. If the world wants to destroy him, he’ll burn it down first.

In the depths of Tobaballe, Nin Urtuan is working as hard as he can to rise up. But with so much competition, it seems like only luck will get you a better life. One day, in a seemingly unfortunate turn of events where he runs into the voluptuous and mysterious Spire-Lord, Iishar Ho. Taking Nin with her, she shows him a secret within the Crown, a means to get ahead. The path of least resistance is so enamouring.  Setting out for the shores of the Molten Sea, at the base of the holy Anvil-Peak Mountain, Nin loses himself in the wonder of it. Behind his back, another deal unfolds, luck not for him, but for those high above in the Crown. A slaver of an unknown, spine-quilled race shoots him unconscious. The slaver loads him up, ready to ship Nin and so many others off to Jherikra.  A land of towering mountains, emerald winds, arcane beauty and monstrous horror! ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- No rewrites going on right now. (Multi-PoV, 1st Person) For reference: (If a chapter is marked with a ---- before Base, Incline or Peak, it means it is being edited throughout the day.)

Before humanity turned to dust after the strongest abyss monarch "Arhat, the lord of magic" destroyed it with his magic. Freddy Verdance, the last standing of the last resistance had died. However ========================= ⟨⟨==The God of Sacrifice offers you a change==⟩⟩ ⟨⟨==The God of Sacrifice offers regression in exchange for your soul==⟩⟩ ⟨⟨==Your soul answers for you==⟩⟩ ⟨⟨==Your soul desires revenge and accepts the sacrifice for regression in exchange==⟩⟩ ⟨⟨==The God of Sacrifice will watch over you, now with the new "Sacrifice" function in your regression==⟩⟩ ⟨⟨==Good luck in your regression==⟩⟩ ========================= *** It was strange. Because I felt alive. ============================== ⟨⟨==Congratulations, you just woke up your class==⟩⟩ ⟨⟨==Now you can see the system==⟩⟩ ============================== Something really unexpected just happened and Freddy opened his eyes. And a message had appeared before him when he opened his eyes. Because he had returned to the past thanks to a strange entity....

Three rejections. Three shattered dreams. That was Layla’s reality, all because she was different—a half-shifter in a world obsessed with purity. Ostracized, shunned, and finally sold off like a pawn to the most feared ruler alive—the Lycan King. He was ruthless, a king with a graveyard of brides, each one a ghostly reminder of a fate worse than death. Layla loathed him. Hated the way his gaze cold and fathomless, held no warmth for her. Hated how his touch, both thrilling and terrifying, sent an uninvited chill down her spine. --- “I hate you!” I screamed, hands clenched so tight my knuckles ached. He sighed, a smirk curling at the edge of his lips, his tone mocking as he closed his book with a deliberate snap. “Stressed, are we?” he asked, strolling toward me, each step reminding me exactly who held the power here. “Lucky for you,” he drawled, rolling up his sleeves as he stopped just inches away, “I know exactly 70 ways to ease those nerves.” His fingers brushed my cheek, a touch that seemed to burn into my skin. “The first… a hug.” His voice dropped to a rough whisper as he leaned in, breath hot against my ear. “And the rest... well, that's 69? what do you say about that?" I swallowed hard, my heart thudding wildly as he tilted his head, waiting for me to react, that insufferable smirk still in place. “What’s the matter, darling?” he murmured, a taunt lingering in his gaze. --- A Dangerous Obsession Can she resist the pull, or will she dance into the flames of her own destruction? A dark dive into obsession, raw need, and the razor’s edge between desire and devastation. --- LYCAN KING CASSIAN I will tear her apart piece by piece, feeding the wildfire that grips her with each shuddered breath. Like air to flame, I’ll claim every inch, drawing heat from her skin until it sinks into her bones. Her pulse will race under my hands, her breaths shallow, pleading. Her eyes may scream, but her lips will still murmur my name. That first taste of fear will only feed something deeper—a need that burns through her veins, molten and fierce. And just when she’s too far gone to turn back, I’ll twist the knife, giving her the pain she’s learned to crave. She’ll be the moth to my flame, helpless against the very thing that will consume her.

★ In the heart of a primeval forest, where the darkness cast a bone chilling glow, stood a girl of supernatural beauty and terrifying powers. Her silver hair cascaded down her shoulders like a silken waterfall, shimmering under the moonlight, crackling with raw energy. Her eyes, a piercing gold, burned with an infernal intensity, like the molten Sulphur of hell… ★★★★★ In a land where humans and supernatural beings coexist. Of the lands inhabited by humans stood one of the most powerful and greatest kingdom, Eldoria, ruled by its charming and wise king, king Aaron, the only human king with four wives, including; a vampire, a witch, a werewolf, and a human. Was it hard? Of course, it was challenging to keep his wives from ripping his and each other heads out. Raised with love and weapons, Brittany, the last child of King Aaron, half-siblings possess extraordinary abilities. However, she remains lacking in many ways. Despite her father’s unwavering love, she still endures constant bullying from her three sisters. She is kind-hearted, stubborn, shy, gentle, innocent and flawlessly beautiful. Her eyes, two enchanting amber-bluish hazel orbs and her long silky dark hair stood out of all king Aaron children’s striking appearance of raven black hair and all shades of green eyes. Only, it just happened that things stopped being weak for Brittany one fateful day as she began to undergo transformations, signalling the abeyant powers she never knew that were within her. Will this mark the beginning of a new chapter in her story? What role will this newfound strength play when darkness arises? ««« This book is splitted into two parts (or volume) including; Volume 1- Brittany's life and adventure with family. Volume 2- Married to the cold prince: a new journey begins. »»» This is a book I write in my spare time, so expect limited uploads. As always, the author is open to hearing your thoughts, so do not forget to vote and leave your sincere reviews. ♥ Midsummer07.

It began with a punch in the eye, the horrible awakening for Aliana Lionel that life always had its own plan.  Aliana, a top chef in the finest restaurants in California, got a message a few days before her wedding that would change her life and send her to the other side of her world to confront a cheating fiancée and an evil best friend. She is not prepared for the realization and will spiral, she plans and aches for revenge but in her quest for revenge, she falls into the wrong hands. Freddy Demario AKA’ the wrong hand’ is a retiring mafia boss and multimillionaire exiting the spiraling world of crime. He falls headlessly in love with her after she attempts to steal from him and has decided to go through great lengths to protect her. He would withstand crazy exes, complicated family dynamics and all of the crazy gang members to make sure he keeps and hold her completely as his own. Will Aliana put away her distrust and see the love he has to offer or will she let her vengeful resignation consume her essence. Find out in this tale of love, betrayal and second chances. 

In the celestial realm of the Moon, a timeless entity known as the Watcher stands sentinel, gazing down upon the vast expanse of the universe with eyes that see beyond the veil of time and space. From this lofty perch, the Watcher bears witness to the unfolding drama of existence, observing the intricate interplay of gods and mortals across the seven realms of Eternivara and the mortal world of Earth. As the Watcher surveys the cosmos, they offer a guided tour through the realms of Eternivara, each one a world unto itself, governed by its own laws and inhabited by its own inhabitants. From the celestial splendor of Aethion to the fiery depths of Hellion, from the watery depths of Hydroxymos to the shadowy realm of Noxymos, each realm is a testament to the boundless creativity and imagination of the divine. In "Eternivara: Summary Edition [Moon Saga]," readers are invited to embark on a journey through the realms of Eternivara, guided by the omniscient perspective of the Watcher. Through vivid descriptions and captivating narratives, the Watcher recounts the key events and themes that shape the mythology of Eternivara, offering insights and reflections on the epic saga that spans the cosmos. In Aethion, the celestial realm of light and purity, readers witness the divine machinations of celestial beings and the eternal struggle between order and chaos. From the celestial palaces of the gods to the celestial gardens of the heavens, Aethion is a realm of transcendence and enlightenment, where mortal souls aspire to attain divine grace and ascend to higher planes of existence. In Hellion, the infernal realm of darkness and despair, readers are plunged into the fiery depths of damnation, where the souls of the damned suffer for their sins under the watchful eye of the fearsome deity Hellwroth. From the jagged mountains of obsidian to the rivers of molten lava, Hellion is a realm of punishment and torment, where the flames of damnation burn eternal. In Hydroxymos, the watery realm of mystery and wonder, readers explore the depths of the ocean floor and the hidden secrets that lie beneath the waves. Ruled by ancient sea gods and mystical creatures, Hydroxymos is a realm of fluidity and transformation, where the boundaries between land and sea blur and the secrets of the deep remain shrouded in mystery. In Ignitimos, the fiery realm of passion and ambition, readers witness the forging of souls in the crucible of fire, where the flames of creation and destruction burn eternal under the watchful gaze of the powerful deity Pyrothos. From the volcanic peaks to the lava fields, Ignitimos is a realm of forging and refining, where the trials of fire temper the souls of its inhabitants and forge them into beings of strength and resilience. In Nitromos, the realm of air and freedom, readers soar through the boundless skies and explore the floating islands and cloud cities that dot the horizon. Ruled by the enigmatic deity Aerion, Nitromos is a realm of exploration and discovery, where the winds of change carry the dreams and aspirations of its inhabitants to new horizons. In Noxymos, the shadowy realm of darkness and mystery, readers venture into the depths of the unknown, where shadows dance and whispers echo through the darkness. Ruled by the elusive deity Noctura, Noxymos is a realm of secrets and hidden truths, where the shadows of the past and the fears of the future converge to test the resolve of its inhabitants. And in Earth, the mortal realm of humanity, readers witness the struggles and triumphs of mortal beings as they navigate the complexities of life, love, and destiny. From the bustling cities to the remote wilderness areas, Earth is a world of diversity and contradiction, where the forces of good and evil wage an eternal struggle for supremacy. In the summary edition, readers experience the whole Eternivara cosmos from the perspective of the Watcher.

In the year 2025, humanity bore witness to an event that would forever alter the course of its history. It began suddenly, without warning. Across every corner of the world, the skies darkened as a strange, otherworldly substance entered Earth's atmosphere. Like molten embers against the night, it burned crimson and tore through the stratosphere, falling upon cities, mountains, deserts, and oceans in a shower of scarlet rain. To those who saw it, the phenomenon was unlike anything they had ever known, beautiful yet unnervingly ominous. For days, the air seemed to shimmer with an unnatural energy, and the red-hued particles clung to every surface, seeping into the earth, flowing into rivers, and saturating the very ground people walked on. This substance would come to be known as the SS Virus, a silent invader whose true nature was masked by the passing days. Initially, it seemed harmless, a peculiar mystery that prompted whispers among scientists and sparked wonder in the public. But as time marched on, humanity would come to understand the terrible implications of this new presence on Earth. Soon earth entered it's apocalyptic stage and humans and beasts alike mutated, breaking their natural limits 100 times over. Beasts developed high intelligence higher than that of normal humans and had developed one main mission, kill humanity.Humanity however wouldn't fall that easily and rose as warriors. This was the begining, The Clash Of Man and Beasts.

[Warning: Mature Content R18+] BLURB “ Greetings your majesties, my name is Cedric Charon” The new slave took his time before he bowed his head and lowered his eyes in obedience. It was the uttermost impudence that we had ever seen from a slave. Yet, he was a startlingly beautiful specimen with all muscle and perfect edges, but the eyes were the most startling thing about him. They were molten gold and like the boy's skin, they seemed to shine in the sunlight. I felt my whole existence questioned by the slave and I pushed my power to smell him and for sure the scent of ambrosia that we had earlier scented came from him. " Brother, am I dreaming or is that human slave blood calling to us? A human slave!!!" Silas who sat on my right hand gasped in uttered shock. "My beast wants me to rush over and sink my fangs into him. He is a human slave for fucking sake" Talon muttered from the left side of the seat. " Mate," I spoke up. " That is what my beast roared and declared the minute he stepped foward and introduced himself" I whispered. Sith and Talon's eyes widened and they both looked at me with shock, dread, and disbelief at the realization of the fact that I had uttered the word " Mate". ******** Vampire Lords Niko, Silas, and Talon Sith were born in a pair of three and had lived for centuries ruling the Sith Glassy Mountains. They fed on the blood of the Elisera slaves who came to work in Sith castle where they all resided. Under the pact named Paktum between the humans and the Vampires, the young men would be employed to work in the castle for the Vampires while their families would be provided with gold that would take care of their needs. Hence, they co-existed as the Paktum Pact maintained peace between the two races. That is until Cedric Charon enters the Blood Mountains and the Vampire Lords realize that their intended mate is a human slave and more sore with the blood of a witch. Cedric is everything the Sith Mountain coven forbids, a human, a witch, and a rebel. Cedric is not ready to be imprinted by the vampires who have enslaved his people in the mountains to feed on their blood, while Vampire Lords Niko, Silas, and Talon are disgusted that their mate is a human slave with the blood of a witch. It gets complicated when they find out that Cedric is a blood rose. His existence makes the Vampires question all the teachings the coven has taught them regarding humans. Their relationship becomes more complicated once they discover that Cedric is also part of the resistance that wants the Paktum Pact broken and the human slaves set free. Will their mating bond survive or will it completely break them?

In a land of long ago, the soils were untainted by the cruelty of war. Kingdom's stayed in peace, every monarch kept their feet up as the everyday within their land flowed like the fresh waters. Kingdom's that consist of humans, beings that all had their own trade, each kingdom providing unique and exotic goods. But one stuck out, a Kingdom that almost fully exists within the mouth of the large volcano of Vallendrconis. The unpredictable aggression of nature was tamed by the magic that this kingdom held. That magic being far greater than any mage could wish to have. The gift of the ability to shift their weaker and non-magical bodies into that of the graceful and powerful dragons. The kingdom that had fully built on those who weld a dragon morf. The dragon's built their kingdom with the natural magic, the elements. Taming the molten larvar and building a grand Palace within it's mouth. With their power they've built a peace over all kingdom's, their own kingdom acting more as a council. This peace was not ment to last. Within the ancient times, a tradidy struck, a poisoned arrow had hit its target. As the poison took the life of The Queen of Montes, so did the lives of many soldiers. The poison of such a cruel and twisted power could only be brewed from the volcanic flowers of the Draconis kingdom's. The dragon morf kingdom. The King of Montes declared a war that outnumbered the dragons. Banishing them underground where they're cursed to live in the deepest depths like monsters. A gift fell on the Kingdom, a prophecy, declaring "When the war has been scorched from history, when dragon's and human's have grown. A Queen will fight for the blade, who will set foot on the grand Palace again. A King will rebirth their grace and together their new monarch and heritage will forge the blade into peace. Birthing the new empire and a new dawn of time will be born". Nearly over two centuries had past since the great tradidy. The surface having been wiped with any evidence of the dragon morf's existence. And the once great kingdom became a muffled myth, turning into the villians of the old fairy tales. Now the four kingdom's rule over their own land, peace unbalanced and any alliance so easily lost. Princess Shir of the, newer and largest, kingdom of Vallendrconis, was raised. This Princess had been set up to marry the Prince of Montes, the oldest kingdom. Princess Shir knew of Prince Rknom, hearing the tales of how he defended his kingdom against a stampede of trolls, fighting the foul beasts off and protecting his kingdom. Princess Shir also knew the delicate but also unstable relationship between the Vallendrconis kingdom and the Montes kingdom. The two having only recently left a war on a peace treaty, now seeking an alliance. That's where their marriage came in, Princess Shir knows the importance of this ordeal but deep within her heart she knows she's ment for something much greater. She knows that becoming some lonely Queen to a warrior King was not the path set out for her but could she abandon her duties on a hunch? Or will she have to forfill her duties and marry this Prince for the sake of her kingdom's alliance? Further down into the earth, a fallen kingdom scrambled like rats. The once proud and noble kingdom having lost any grace they had after being banished. Prince Eoviet finding struggling into feeding himself let alone the very few left of his people. In a last attempt he used the old tunnels up before his now twisted and scaleless snout poked into the open air. The first for his kind to see the open world in over two centuries. Now under the mercy of the Princess, he had found himself digging around for any sign of hope for his people. To find the last evidence of his grace within the volcano.

On March 1, 1999, during the old era, a gigantic six-winged creature with a bloodshot giant eyeball at the center of its six wings suddenly appeared over the land of Gaul, resembling an "angel" descending on earth! On January 27, 2000, during the old era, an enormous flaming giant, wearing a crown, emerged in the Arctic Iceland, standing hundreds of meters tall. The ice and snow melted, the earth collapsed, and the civilian casualties amounted to a hundred thousand! On February 13, 2000, during the old era, Mount Fuji erupted, and a colossal beast resembling an upright lizard emerged from molten lava. Three days later, the island of Honshu fell under its wrath. During the old era... In 123 during the new era, Chu Lingjun transmigrated into this terrifying world, but he possessed an electric eel clone. As the electric eel grew stronger, so did Chu Lingjun, and this electric eel could continuously devour and evolve without limit! As the body of the electric eel grew larger, reaching hundreds of meters, then kilometers, and even transforming into a dragon, Chu Lingjun's became increasingly powerful. The people around Chu Lingjun started to change their attitude towards him. His mother asked, "Lingjun, do you want a wife or not?" His relatives asked, "Lingjun, do you want a wife or not?" His friends asked, "Lingjun, do you want a wife or not?" Strange beasts asked, "Lingjun, do you want a wife or not?" Chu Lingjun was dumbfounded.

In a world where scandal and betrayal have shattered her life, Ariana Kiel finds herself plunged into a realm of magic and mystery. As she awakens in a new era and dimension, she discovers herself as Hazel, a princess on the brink of a fateful union with the enigmatic and feared Demon King Hades. Determined to defy the rumors and break the dark king's hold, Hazel finds herself unexpectedly drawn to the very demon she sought to resist. As she navigates this dangerous new world, Hazel must confront her inner demons and decide where her loyalties truly lie. What happens when all the leaders of the underworld fall in love with her, Will she succumb to the darkness, or will she find a way to rewrite her destiny? . . . Prophecy In the darkest depths of the underworld, a prophecy foretells of a phoenix that will soon emerge, sent by the heavens to bring destruction upon the realm and its inhabitants. The fiery bird, with feathers ablaze and eyes of molten gold, will rise from the ashes to vanquish the werewolves, vampires, witches, and demons that dwell within. But beware, for the Demon King, ruler of the underworld, seeks to prevent the phoenix's awakening at all costs. He fears the power of the celestial creature and knows that once it emerges, his reign will be threatened. The prophecy warns that the phoenix must be slaughtered before its awakening, lest the underworld be consumed by its flames. The heavens have spoken, and the fate of the underworld hangs in the balance. Will the phoenix bring about the realm's destruction, or will the Demon King succeed in snuffing out the fiery bird before it can fulfill its divine purpose? The answer lies in the hands of fate, and the battle between light and darkness is about to unfold.

In a world where 35% of the population possesses magic, Shinku, a resilient 10-year-old, faces tragedy when a gang kills his mother and kills his sister. Awakened by rage, his dormant earth magic evolves into molten lava. Determined to bring justice, he vows to dismantle the corrupt system and protect his family's dream of a peaceful life.

A man wakes up in a hospital and can't remember anything at all... (All of the characters seen in this story belong to Scott Cawthon.)

Nurse Belle works to save lives while Ceres assassinates people. In an extraordinary twist of fate, these two souls now occupy the same body. If that wasn't bad enough, Ceres found out that the person she killed became Belle's colleague in this life. Worse, she still loves him. However, Belle wants no part in letting this man into her heart for the second time. Her body -her decision! And that's NO TO DR. ELIEZER RIVERA. Unfortunately for her, Ceres has a lot of ways to throw her plan in disarray. * *Excerpt* He was the gentlest doctor I know. He took care of me and did his best to help me regain my memories; those that include my fondest encounters with him and the worst. His gentle smile was the one that captured my heart. Yes, he was the gentlest doctor. He should be. That was what I thought! So, why am I locked between this damn wall and his arms?! What is he planning to do?! Why is he looking at me as if he wants to devour me?! (Ceres, help me.) Belle called forth to the woman hiding in her subconsciousness. Her heart wasn’t prepared for this. And her eyes! Oh, her eyes couldn’t stop looking at his lips. “Doc?” She called out this distant word which she stopped doing several months ago. Eli never lost his composure even to the woman that he once loved – Jillyanna Madrid. Yet, when he learned that some evil guy was checking out his patient, who was also his junior at work, he flared out. His annoyance got the best of him and brought them to where they are now. He just wanted to see if that man had successfully lured her out. He didn’t mean for this to happen. He could see confusion in her eyes and when she opened her mouth to call him, he couldn’t move his eyes away from her parted lips. When she swallowed dryly, he trailed down to the sight of her throat and found her chest moving up and down. He felt hot like molten lava was doused on him. “What is so good about that guy?” Eli asked before he could stop himself. Whenever he thought that she likes that person, something stirred deep inside his heart and irked him so much. He wanted to tear himself apart and see what was wrong inside him. “Someone out there must be better than him. Look for someone else.” “Well, there will always be someone better at something. Prince was kind enough to - “ The world stopped and her vision was covered in darkness. She could not see his expression and she was having difficulty in breathing. Her lungs hurt. For a moment, she felt weak and stopped breathing as she closed her eyes and brought Ceres to deal with this. “You are not allowed to talk about any other man with me. Hearing their names annoys me. You can only look at me and smile at me.” And he locked their lips once again. The taste of her was addicting and he just wanted to suck the nectar out of her mouth. [What the heck are you doing?!] Ceres questioned mentally the moment she felt those lips on hers. She wasn’t informed that she’d be dealing with this. [Belle, I will make you pay for this trick!] (As if you don't like his kisses!) ***cover isn’t mine***edited by a friend discord: Oning #3030 ***I don’t earn anything from this picture*** Original cover was taken from Mr Love: Queen's Choice Related videos and pictures can be seen in Koi to Producer: EVOL×LOVE

"You can't let her live, she can create more hybrids." Silas nods at him "I know."Silas answered, and I flinched. My entire body recoiled. His Jaw tightened. Hands trembling, I scuttled backwards for the door, unable to look away from the glaze of hurt on his face. "I'm sorry," I whisper and I wasn't sure why I was even apologising. I turned around, blindly staggering out the door into the cold. Picking up my foot, I started running. Running as fast as my feet could take me. He wanted to kill me, a ragged sob left me. Running further into the trees, everything that happened between us was forgotten....... There was no warning, no sound, nothing. An arm circle around my waist catching me, I shrieked as my feet slipped out from under me. My feet dangle in the air. I knew who it was before he even spoke. Rage feels all this because of who I was. I punched at his back as he throws us into the snow. "Don't ever run from us." He growled, yanking my hair back. His eyes were fully black and fangs out, then he struck. His two fangs ripping into my skin, pain lanced my neck, causing my entire body to jerk. The burn travelled all the way through my body, this was a different feeling from him feeding. I couldn't move, I was paralysed in his arm. I felt warm liquid entering my body, I shook as it mixed with my blood. I could feel him in my entire system, everything changed. The intense hurting became something else, something overwhelming in an entirely different way. A new ache flared inside me, heating my blood until it felt like every part of me was filling with molten lava. He wasn't killing me, he was marking me The world where humans have been gone for years. Were werewolves, witches and demons rules. Lyanna snow was found in the woods by a farmer, taking the little girl back to his village with shock. How a human come to find herself in their woods. Deciding to let her live her life with them, one human in the midst of werewolves. King Silas has ruled over the witches, demons and werewolves for hundreds of years as the last of the Lycan. For years the same nightmare has hunted his sleep, the moon goddess calls for him, warning him. He sees the world he fought for turning into nothing but ashes at the hands of a woman. King Silas goes on the hunt for the witch, town to town not leaving any stone unturned. *Warning* 18+

Situated in the northern hemisphere, the Sea of Tenerife is a realm characterized by icy landscapes and rocky terrain, where fire and storms dominate. Unusual and powerful tempests sweep through the land, carrying ashes from numerous active volcanoes scattered across the continent. However, when winter arrives, sudden snowstorms arise, posing a threat as dangerous as the rivers of molten lava that plague this realm, transforming the land into a true inferno. It is during the last weeks of Spring that Sarafina journey commences. Initially intended as a hunting expedition, a brief excursion near the tribe's territory, the plans take an unexpected turn when the Nightstalker, the esteemed leader of the hunters, decides to venture into an uncharted region of the Vox ridge. Faced with this decision, Sarafina, who has always been an outcast within her tribe, must confront her own identity and determine if she can rise above her past and become something more. As a novice hunter and an outsider within her own tribe, Sarafina questions whether she can assume a leadership role. Can she defy the odds and prove herself capable of guiding others in this untamed and treacherous land?

Seraphina's eyes widened at the sight of crimson on her doorstep as she came to a halt. The deep red stain, stark against the pale stone, sent shivers down her spine, a foreboding omen she couldn't ignore. With trepidation gripping her heart, she stepped closer, her breath catching in her throat as she recognized the unmistakable scent of dragonfire. Fear mingled with curiosity as she traced the crimson trail with her fingertips. It led her through the winding corridors of the ancient castle, its echoes whispering secrets of forgotten tales. The palace walls seemed to hold their breath, as if in anticipation of the imminent revelation. The trail of dragonfire led her to a secluded chamber, hidden away from prying eyes. As she pushed open the heavy doors, her gaze met a scene of awe-inspiring beauty and danger. There, bathed in the flickering glow of candlelight, stood a majestic creature—an elegant dragon, its scales shimmering like molten gold. But it was not the dragon that held her attention; it was the figure beside it. A man, tall and regal, with piercing eyes that mirrored the intensity of a tempest. His presence commanded the room, and Seraphina knew in her heart that she was standing before the Crown Prince himself. He approached her, his voice low and mesmerizing. "Seraphina, daughter of the Glass Weaver, you are chosen by destiny to be my bride, the one who will unite our kingdoms and bring balance to the realms." Conflicting emotions swirled within her—fear, fascination, and an unexpected attraction that ignited like a flame in her chest. She had dreamt of adventure and purpose, but this path was far more treacherous than she could have imagined. With the weight of her decision pressing upon her, she took a deep breath, steeling herself for the journey that lay ahead. As she reached out to touch the Prince's outstretched hand, she knew that her life would be forever changed, entwined with the destiny of dragons, and the fragile yet unyielding threads of love that would bind their fates together.

Six years after the events of Five Nights at Freddy's: Security Breach, a new animatronic has broken out of the Fazbear Frights attraction to seek revenge on William Afton and his creations.

The story is about a girl, fan of Queen band that have the chance to travel back in time with the mission of saving Freddie Mercury's life. So she has the opportunity of meeting one of the greatest rock bands ever. And in that process she goes through a lot of adventures and falls in love with the singer of Queen. But things are really tricky for her and her main goal is infiltrate in their entourage to be able to become one more member in the group and so can fulfill her mission successfully. And things start to get harder and harder for her as the chapters go by.

The world has many faces, Some shine bright, While others hide in the dark. No one shows their true face, Coz to do that would be dangerous, For what is seen can also be known~ A gash of radiant light broke throughout the cauldron black sky, warm molten red blood squirting from the open wounds carried horror in it, the clattering sound of the swords that were going neat on each other's throats, The screams of agony and whimpers of pain were eye pleasing to the man that stood tall on the smoking ruins that were littered with bodies, calmly walking through the mountain of the brutally mascaraed corpse the man stared down the pesky creatures with a gaze akin to that of a lord of wrath. "Justice shall be served" the vanquishing voice echoed through the battlefield wavering the arrows zipping through the air and the clashing swords, dead silence hung over the ruins, Miserable humans gazed with a last ray of hope in their eyes "Indeed justice shall be served……… For myself!!" His maniac laugh destroyed every bit of hope the creatures carried "And for the rest of you? There will not be any tranquillity! I shall have no mercy" Raising his hands into the air he formed a sphere of pitch black and scarlet red energy. "This is the day humans will regret their birth, and heavens, their existence" Nothing but ashes remain on that fateful day……….. This went par to the patience of the heavens, Close at hand to claim his never-ending revenge with humans, he fought over to the end destroying every place and every soul. The heavens couldn't allow it, the only choice was to enter the battle with this being to prevent the disaster for the entire mankind. What now?? After all, the being was but a mere human who was overpowered by demonic energy and evil cultivation. "A war between a raging evil cultivator and the heavens!!!" _______________________________ The beginning of the story is slow-paced, As it focuses on the detailed back story, character development, tragic twists and turns, The story might get dark from time to time, so please bear with it. Disclaimer: I recently came across some comment that said it's been a while since they tasted pure fantasy novels as the system and reincarnation are in trend so here I'm trying my best to avoid it all and keep this as just a cult fantasy novel. This is a story free from the system, and the concept of transmigration and reincarnation, ML here solely levels up by working on his skills and gaining knowledge and improving his wisdom. If you are willing to continue with the story then reading prologues is a must for you…. But this doesn't mean I might not write systems or reincarnation novels …..in the future I might write novels that involve systems, reincarnation and transmigration…. But that has nothing to do with this one … Please stop by and give it a try….. Honest critics would be appreciated…… ps; cover picture doesn't belong to me, credit goes to the owner......

Algunas veces las pesadillas se vuelven una realidad y lo único que queda es superarlas. Andrew Walker es un niño que de un momento a otro despierta de lo que parece ser un mal sueño. Teniendo los recuerdos de ese sueño aún a flote descubre que algunas veces lo que soñamos se vuelve realidad, sea bueno o malo. Ahora el intentara evitar una serie de asesinatos para salvar a sus amigos aún si tiene que poner su vida en peligro.

In this book based on the story of five nights at Freddy and located in the second game here we show the character of toy foxy/mangle mindset and day to day before and after possession as well as the mysteries of Freddy’s this story will also show the povs of some workers and children read if you want

FATA, a playground for the fates. It is home to many kingdoms, kingdoms ruled by different creatures. Magical from the core, it keeps them alive through the bloody fruits that are sweet as nectar from white barked trees, and air that is nourishment to their souls. Two essential things that are apparent that Serilda grew without, having remained in the dark about the the core of her existence, it is when two collide that set things into place. It is because of the collision of her mate’s soul and that of hers, that changes begin to occur. Changes beyond human comprehension, and she would come to learn, that although she had grown up in their world, it wasn’t where or who she was meant to be. This is her tale, in coming to discover that, not only does she have magic thrumming dormant within her very human-like veins, her image isn’t that of her own either, but that she’s meant to have wings and sharp tipped ears, sharp gleaming fangs and eyes a molten gold. She is meant to have a crown, however, which crown will come to be, is the question. Thrust in a world she has no idea about, filled with long lived traditions and where power and status trump tranquillity and peace magical creatures are meant to endorse and epitomise, how is she to face those after not only the life of her mate’s but soon hers as well? Having been living in isolation, how do you come to rule a kingdom? The fates have the kingdoms, Acretin and Bileria for pawns and only time can tell how the game will end.