Nagabe Smell

Lee Wooyun had always been a fan of romance fantasy books and films, especially those set in historical times with kings and queens, dukes and duchesses, and the like. His friends were well aware of his obsession and recommended a book that had recently been making waves on social media. The book was titled My Charming Demon Lord. At first, Lee Wooyun was hesitant. Unlike the fantasies he usually read, which were often set in Western historical settings, this one was different. However, his friends assured him he would enjoy it. Not wanting to reject their gift, he decided to give it a try. That night, he found himself unable to put the book down, reading almost the entire thing in one sitting. "Those guys were right! It’s amazing! A Cinderella-like fairytale set in a murim/cultivation world? It’s too good!" He couldn't help but imagine how incredible it would be to take the female lead Han Seo-yoon’s place—starting from such a miserable beginning only to end up in the arms of the surprisingly sweet and gentle demon lord. I wish I could take her place. That night, as he drifted off to sleep, the book he had left open on his desk began to emit a golden glow. The pages flipped backward, returning to the very first chapter, and its contents began to change as well. The title My Charming Demon Lord pulsed with a piercing red light, and before Lee Wooyun could even react, his surroundings shifted. The next morning, instead of waking up wrapped in his expensive velvet duvet—the one he had spent hundreds of dollars on—he found himself in a dimly lit room, lying on a pile of hay and straw. His back ached horribly, like he had actually slept on a pile of hay and straw. "What in the world…?" he muttered, rubbing his sore muscles. "Where in the hell am I? And why does it smell like cow dung in here?!” *** This is the story of how a fantasy-genre enthusiast ended up inside one of the books he had wished for—without realizing just how dangerous that wish would be. "I guess it’s true what they say: Be careful what you wish for."

--WSA 2025 ENTRY-- Sam wasn’t a hero. He was barely even a functional adult. Just a normal guy dropped into a fantasy world without his consent, Sam had one rule: Don’t be a hero. Unfortunately, when you’ve been “chosen by prophecy” and destiny clings to you like a bad smell, that’s easier said than done. Summoned to a world that is under siege by a mysterious force known only as the Void, Sam is immediately informed by a cryptic woman that he’s the savior foretold in legend. He wants no part of it. All he wants is to get back home. But fate isn’t taking no for an answer. Every time Sam tries to walk away, he ends up deeper in trouble — with crazed cultists, pirate queens, sea beasts, corrupted dukes, bureaucratic tribal councils, and at least three gods who shouldn’t be allowed to manage anything more complex than a spoon. Sure, he was granted powerful magic during the summoning. Unfortunately, it never seems to work when or how he actually needs it. Armed with accidental magic, weaponized sarcasm, and a complete lack of long-term planning, Sam stumbles through one disaster after another — slowly collecting an increasingly chaotic crew that includes: – A thief who sees every dilemma as an opportunity to get extra coin, – A cultist who just wants to open a bakery, – And a brooding adventurer still emotionally wrecked from his last breakup. (Oh, and a living plant. Don’t ask.) Sam’s only goal is to get home. But surviving in a world unraveling at the seams means more than just running away. It means bluffing your way through magical trials, navigating tangled politics, and occasionally wrestling a skeleton. If he’s lucky, he might just stop the Void from devouring reality. If not? Well, he’ll at least make fun of it until the very end.

[Subscription Free Article] Because of her unusual profession as a forensic doctor, she remained a spinster, constantly pressured into blind dates and ridiculed. He, a corporate president and the most eligible bachelor, married her to repay a favor, but signed a divorce agreement for three years later. He said, "You smell like corpses." She said, "You reek of the smell of money." Others said, "Your scents match, you're perfect for each other!" [Marry First, Love Later Genre - A tale of enduring pampered love. Due to the female lead's unusual profession, it will also delve into some gory and suspenseful murder cases. Additionally, Xixi's new series "The Female Forensic Doctor of the Republic" has been released, narrating the story of a female forensic doctor and a domineering warlord during the chaotic times of the Republic era.] * Recommended: Xixi's classic subscription-based novel "Superpower Rebirth: Genius Girl Diviner" combines divination, fortune-telling, feng shui, treasure appraisal, thrillers, and other mysterious elements with an exhilarating urban narrative that many people enjoy.

"Nine Heavens cast down the Undying Tree, from the tomb the Immortal's bones were fetched; Taoist Venerable tut-tutted as they drank blood plasma, Old Buddha relished in the chew of meat; Beasts and livestock rang the Dharma Drum, city foxes and hole-dwelling rats boiled in the pot; In the Immortality Wine, the resentful spirits were fishy, at the Killing Banquet, the Dao Fruit was bitter!” In this world where Daoist Skill manifested, countless Sect Cultivators, Side Door Magicians, princes and scholars, officials of high rank and nobles all coveted immortality! Owl God Tomb, stealing heavenly secrets, Pearl Gathering Skill, Holy Infant Pill, bone effigies, Yin God Shrine, human-transformed monsters, Undying Elixir, Red Line Poison, Blood Immortal insects, Mermaid Meat, gold-threaded robes, Five Poisons Primordial Spirit, Seven Star Life Extension... They killed and harmed life only to steal the "Killing Dao Fruit" borne upon that Undying Tree! Until... a sly "Fishing Man" came to this world. Wang Yuan, born with the Small Book of Life and Death, had but a simple and unadorned dream: Amid bustling strings and smoky vistas, on a night bathed in moonlight, in peace and quiet did I lean on the rail, savoring the wind, toasting to the stars. With his "Bride in bridal clothes," watching the sunrise at Taishan in the morning, admiring Qionghua in Luoyang at noon, and drinking under the aurora by the North Sea in the evening. "But you all smell so incredibly fragrant! No more, none shall escape, for today I shall crowdfund Cultivating Immortality! Please... my treasure, turn around!” The blood-red veil of the Bride abruptly fluttered to the ground.

She smells like everything they could want... ...and everything they’re forbidden to want at the same time. In a university known for its wild parties and secrets, a girl who reeks of an herb no one can quite identify and a masked innocence appears. And three 'vampire' brothers find themselves torn between hunger, desire, guilt, and something dangerously close to love. Toph, the eldest, knows better than to get involved. After all, he's spent lifetimes suppressing his desire for virgin blood. But something about her scent stirs his insides, including memories of a curse they’ve spent centuries avoiding. As forbidden bonds form and supernatural instincts fracture, desire becomes a risk neither of the brothers can afford. Because some hungers were never meant to be satisfied. And while they struggle to resist her, the Gold Coast begins to unravel. Six people have gone missing, their bodies later found ritualistically posed in the hinterland. Whispers of a growing occult presence are surfacing, hinting that the brothers’ past may be clawing its way back into the present. What if their past isn’t behind them? What if she’s the key to it all?

Landon is a warlock with a talent for trouble. When a failed spell backfires, he gets shackled to Lucian—the ruthless Alpha of a werewolf pack that hates magic. Now Landon’s stuck obeying a guy who growls more than he talks, and Lucian's stuck with a smart-mouthed witch who can’t follow orders. But something’s wrong with the pack. Wolves are disappearing. The woods smell like rotting magic. And Landon is starting to think his curse might be the only thing keeping them alive. The problem? Landon’s magic comes with a price. The more he uses it, the less human he becomes. Lucian doesn’t trust him, the pack wants him dead, and the real enemy is closer than any of them realize. Time’s running out. Landon has to decide. Keep fighting the Alpha, or risk becoming the monster they all think he is.

[BL] [Alpha x Alpha] After the First Apocalyptic War finally ended, Mattias Kohler thought he could return to America and live out his days as an unmated alpha in peace. Being a child soldier left him with more scars and baggage than he cared to admit, but for a while, living in this superheroes’ version of a ‘new world’ wasn't so bad. He'd even managed to stave off the deadly consequences of the war for a solid twenty years. Despite everything, the shell shocked veteran made peace with the last of his ghosts. Or so he thought, were it not for one rude-ass awakening. When his biggest failure and the rightful king of his ghosts shows back up out of the blue—very much alive and kicking—Matt finds himself kidnapped and dragged back into a cold war against his will. What's worse, this particular ghost has deep ties to Mattias’ past, and the fact that he's still alive is an absolute stain on Matt's ledger. His initial goal is just to get the hell out of this mess and kill as many Russians as he can in the process, but as time goes by, he realizes something isn't right with the King of Ghosts. The other alpha’s past betrayal may not be everything it seems, and the more Matt learns about this dark world his old-friend-turned-traitor steeped himself in for all these years, the less he understands. Not to mention the fact that he'd been forced to get off his scent blockers and rut suppressants all at once; fuck if he knows why that filthy traitor smells so damn good, but he does. It's wrong. They're both alphas. Matt is also painfully aware that alpha on alpha relations are illegal in most countries. But he's hard, pissed off and has no idea whether he's in for a fight or a fuck. Either way, they dragged him back into this, and now he's going to finish it. [TW: Dark themes, potential dub-con, violence, death of NPCs, dystopian themes, kidnapping, toxic relationships, abuse, non-encouraged mentions of substance abuse, hurt & comfort.] NOTICE: The acts described in this novel are in no way, shape, nor form, the personal beliefs of the author. I do not condone, endorse, nor encourage those behaviours on any level. These are works of fiction that do not reflect my real life values, beliefs, and actions. My characters actions are not reality and should not be copied in any way. I wholeheartedly condemn real-world violence, abuse, substance abuse and emphatically encourage people to do the same. This book will strive to separate fact from fiction and will keep away from glorifying, encouraging, or promoting illegal activities. If you have any questions or need to request an edit, please feel free to contact me.

She was just going to be another night. He was meant to forget about her by morning. But when Christmas magic brings out her real smell, everything changes, and so does his love for her. Ember knew the rules. Alpha Cade never spent more than one night with any woman. But everything changes when her 18th birthday and the pack’s Christmas celebration unlock her true omega scent. Cade becomes obsessed, keeping her close night after night. Just when Ember starts to believe she means something to him, Cade announces his engagement to someone else. Heartbroken and pregnant, Ember runs into the snowy woods, only to be rescued by Ash, a mysterious hockey player who claims to be Cade’s cousin and her true mate. Now, Cade will break every pack tradition to win her back. But Ember must choose between the alpha who shattered her heart or the man who saved it?

Emric Vale has a problem. Three, actually. There’s the present him— outclassed, and somehow surviving a semi-military academy designed to stabilize Earth’s fractured reality and uncover the truth behind its cataclysm. There’s the future him— half-lucid and strapped to a chair in a room that smells like regret, trying to remember why he’s so important. And then there’s the past him— who may or may not have done something catastrophic in another life. Surrounded by Elite soldiers, mind blowing ability users, and a school ranking system that doles out merits based on life risking missions. Emric’s best weapon isn’t a plasma rifle—it’s his brain. (Though the rifle definitely helps.) With reality bending, alliances shifting, and ancient secrets bleeding through the cracks of Earth’s fractured history, Emric isn’t just trying to climb ranks— He’s unknowingly paving the road to something no one’s done before—building a system of his own. No divine calling, No prophecy. Just one sarcastic strategist, a few good friends, and a future that keeps piecing the past together.

Pain. That's all I could process at first. Not the "stubbed my toe" kind of pain, but the "someone used my body as a punching bag" variety. Every nerve screamed in protest as consciousness dragged me back from wherever I'd been floating. 'Where the hell am I?' My eyes wouldn't open properly. Everything felt wrong - the air smelled different, tasted metallic on my tongue. The surface beneath me wasn't a hospital bed. Too hard. Too rough. "He's waking up." A woman's voice, soft but strange. Accented in a way I couldn't place. "Finally. Three days is a long time, even for sky-people." Another voice, older, male. 'Sky-people?' I forced my eyes open and immediately wished I hadn't. The woman leaning over me had gray skin. Not sick-gray, but actually gray, like stone. Glowing white tattoos traced patterns across her face and arms, pulsing gently with her heartbeat.

Mingyan traveled through the stars and came to a brilliant civilization dominated by beast taming. She is a poor middle school girl who is heavily in debt and has to work three part-time jobs a day with her twin sister to support their family. What should she do as a minor? Is this what she should bear as a minor? Although life is so hard, MingYan still enjoys it. Because pet beasts are really fragrant! Smells so good! What she doesn't realizes is she not the only one who time-traveled.

In an Empire ruled by kings barely out of boyhood yet already steeped in blood and power, Royal Imperium Prestigia High is where monsters are crowned—and innocents are devoured. Five thrones rule the elite academy: Dante, the werewolf alpha; Kaelric, humanity’s apex predator; Vesper, the vampire overlord; Xeari, the werecat king; and Ryuzaki, the celestial kitsune. To their subjects, they’re gods. For most girls, Prestigia is the pinnacle of existence—a chance to earn the favor of the five kings. They worship them, starve for their attention, and some die for it. But Blazar Staray is different. Sold into slavery and raised as an assassin, she infiltrates Prestigia as Orion Spade, a noble boy from a ruined house. A seer warned her: her scent is a siren’s call to beast-blooded males, awakening their primal hunger, to hunt to claim. To them she smells like the perfect mate. Her disguise is her shield—and her greatest gamble. Her mission? Kill a king—or die in the worst way possible. Yet she draws their lethal attention: - Dante craves her submission. - Kaelric hungers for her defiance. - Vesper is addicted to her blood. - Xeari stalks her like prey. - Ryuzaki wants to uncover her hideous nature. They should have ignored her. Now, they circle her like predators. The hunter becomes the hunted. To survive, Blazar must outwit kings born to rule ruthlessly, all while hiding a deadly secret that could destroy her. Blazar Staray won’t play their games. And she certainly doesn’t kneel.

Notice: This story contains R18+ themes, including violence, sensual and sexual content, blood-related addiction, and dark psychological elements. Reader discretion advised. I died in a library, crushed under centuries of forgotten knowledge. Fitting. Now I’ve woken up in a coffin, starving, undead, and very much not human. They call me a Fledgling—a bottom-feeder vampire barely above a ghoul. I’m weak, hunted, and tethered to a world straight out of a cursed tabletop campaign. It’s a classic fantasy realm—elves, knights, guilds, and dungeons—but twisted by a dark, rotting magic. The moon shines red, the gods are silent, and every town smells like fear. To make matters worse, I’ve been bound to a LitRPG system called the Blood Codex. Level up by draining blood. Unlock skills by embracing your monstrous nature. Resist Corruption... or don’t. There's no prophecy. No chosen one nonsense. No noble title. Just fangs, rot, and whatever I can steal, trick, or kill to survive. But the deeper I sink into this world’s underbelly, the more I realize something is watching me through the system. The rules are breaking. Dungeon bosses are going mad. Entire towns are disappearing. And I think I’m supposed to fix it… or maybe finish the job.

To gain power, he gave up his voice. Now, his blade speaks for him. Sixteen-year-old Timothy Maxwell once dreamed of becoming a hero. That dream died the night his hometown was slaughtered by Inquisitors—silenced in the name of peace. Left for dead and unable to scream, Timothy is chosen by a cursed order known only as The Choir—warriors who sever a sense to awaken monstrous power. In exchange for his voice, he gains a blade that sings with rage, grief, and vengeance. Now known only as Mute, he travels a fog-drenched, Victorian world teetering on the edge of collapse—where religion is weaponized, magic is forbidden, and silence is feared. Each member of the Choir has paid a price: sight, hearing, touch, smell, taste. In return, they’ve become monsters—and legends. But Timothy’s silence hides more than sorrow. Inside him lies an ancient Resonance that the Order tried to erase. And when his blade finally sings… The world will listen.

"Aria," he said softly. "Today is your birthday." It wasn't a question, but I nodded nevertheless. "The moon is full tonight," he added, his voice quiet. "You will attend the ceremony." "Of course, Elder," I replied, puzzled. All eighteen-year-olds attended the ceremony. It was essential. He leaned in, smelling gently. "You already feel it, don't you? "The change." My heartbeat skipped. "What change?" Elder Malin's eyes narrowed. "Interesting. "Very interesting." He reached inside his pocket and retrieved a little pouch. "Wear this tonight." I accepted it hesitantly. Inside was a simple moonstone pendant with a leather cord. "But this is for—" "Wear it," he interjected. "Hide it under your clothes if you must, but wear it." Moonstones were precious. They aided our connection to the Moon Goddess during ceremonies. However, they were only given to wolves from influential families (Alphas and Betas). Not Omegas like me. "Why?" I questioned. Elder Malin glanced at Mira before returning his attention to me. "Because someone is harboring secrets about you, child. And tonight, those secrets may be revealed." ~ I never mattered in our pack. Omegas like me serve, submit, and survive. We don't dream of love. We don't dream of power. She was the future Luna. I was just the girl who watched from the shadows. But everything changed on my 18th birthday. I felt the bond. I met my mate. One of the Alpha's sons. But the Alpha has triplets, and I felt the mate bond with all three and it seems the three of them felt it too — three perfect warriors, three powerful Alphas, three secrets buried beneath the surface. One of them is my destiny. One of them is lying. And one of them might be the death of me. The Moon Goddess doesn't make mistakes... but this time, I think she might've given me too much to handle.

I like text-to-speech so I'm giving a shot at present tense second person writing to lean into a listener's POV. Enjoy! I use Sonia en-GB for the narrator at 1.2 or 1.5 times speed. Might want to read this part, I kind of left it out the story by making it the synopsis by accident lol. Tavern doors never close on the festive dockside. Traders, settlers, wanderers, and outlaws gather, drawn by the excitement of the New World. The air smells of smoke, salt and sweat, sails catch wind beside steam locomotives' whistles and pistons, each vessel either arriving with strange goods and stranger tales or departing with the thunderous farewells. You step aboard one of them, another spirited adventurer in the crowd, and spend months at sea from docks to coasts, continents to isles, to steam across a windless sea under an endless night sky. When sunlight hits your deck once more, it reveals the New World's waters, like pouring paint into the void. You see the distant sails in the harbour of a forested continent and cheer with the exclamations of waking passengers upon seeing the continent, name pending, no sovereigns and no laws. The landing of all those visiting from the Old World, a boiling pot of all kinds of cultures with each person's distinct flavours of friends, enemies, grudges and dreams. Without hesitation you leave it behind and vanish into the forest, wanting simply to dedicate your life to exploring the interior of the continent. How surprising is it when you found that the elves are all sleeping beauties! Capture them all! Hahahahahahahaha!

She thought she was free. Until a billionaire and his daughter saw her — and decided she was theirs. One wanted a wife. The other wanted a mother. Neither asked if she agreed. They watched her for two years. Followed her every move. Until one day, they flew across the world and bought her future — with smiles, paperwork, and charm that smelled like roses but felt like chains. Now, she sleeps in silk sheets she didn’t choose. Wears clothes she didn’t buy. Answers to a name she didn’t earn. Every touch is a test. Every night is a transaction. And every whispered “I love you” is a warning. She hides pills beneath her tongue. She dreams of running. But there is no escape — only a cage made of wealth, obsession, and unbearable intimacy. Because he doesn’t just want her body. He wants her compliance. Her mind. Her loyalty. Her womb. And when the daughter discovers the truth — she doesn’t cry. She accuses. Now the doors are locked. The smiles are gone. And the only thing more terrifying than being watched… is being needed. This isn’t love. This is possession with a wedding ring. This is family, twisted into obsession. This is what happens when a girl becomes the answer to someone else's madness.

Lilac has lived a life of suffering. From being forced to disguise himself as a girl to survive, to being labeled cursed after failing to awaken his heavenly gifts that everyone else could, he is shunned by all. To add salt to his wound, before he turns 18, his father vanishes, and his uncle seizes the throne that should've rightfully been Lilac's as the eldest son. Before Lilac could successfully flee, he is caught and traded to the monsters beyond the kingdom—beasts so feared that no one who sees them returns. But instead of death, Lilac is claimed by Sloan. Born cursed, Sloan is a prince of the Enwulves, an extinct hybrid wolf species. Even though he is a prince, he has lived life as an outcast due to his curse that causes him to forcibly transform every full moon, thus losing his humanity. His life has been mapped out for him, but when he finds Lilac—battered, freezing, and terrified—something shifts. For the first time, his rage stills. It was just a glimpse, a scent, a tiny whimper of fright. And that was it. Humans are meant to be slaves. Enwulves are forbidden from claiming them. Keeping Lilac means war. But Sloan has never followed rules, and Lilac has never belonged—until now. ~~~ | ~~~ “Are you afraid of me, little human?” Sloan husked out, cold lips grazing my bleeding fingers before his lips parted slightly to release hot breath over them. I trembled, rooted in the spot with fright and unable to breathe. Was this a trick question? Of course I’m afraid of him! Everyone is! Who wouldn’t be? Slaves are never supposed to be in his presence, except they suddenly desire a quick demise. Am I supposed to respond honestly or lie? When cold lips closed around my finger, I gasped in shock, a rush of fright and dread engulfing me. He was gonna bite off my finger right now, wasn’t he? Just because my stupid brain couldn’t come up with a response? The rumors said he was a heartless psychopath, but I didn’t think it was actually true! However, a hot tongue swiped over my fingertips and I sucked in a sharp breath, exhaling shakily while my chest expanded and my brain tried to figure out what was happening, and why my fingers weren't bitten off yet— or why I’m still breathing in his presence. Next, cold, long fingers wrapped around my wrist and my hand was being tugged upward, then a nose was digging into my pulse point, and I almost fainted when cold lips dragged over the sensitive skin there. The sound of a deep inhale filled up my ear next. “Fuck. You smell so good.” Oh heavens. This was worse than I thought. Instead of killing me, was he planning to… eat me… literally???! What the fuck? *** R18+! Cover not mine!

Being a wolfless hybrid was bad? Yes, but not as bad as being rejected by your groom three days before your wedding, in favor of your younger sister! ~~~ Sue was an outcast from birth, and she grew up stomaching ridicules and insults despite being a princess in starlight pack. Instead of wallowing in self pity, Sue strives for strength and soon becomes a strong fighter. Having been rejected multiple times for being the pack’s freak, Sue was over the moon when she unexpectedly gets accepted by her present mate whom she’s presently engaged to. However, when she’s rejected again, and is replaced by her sister this time, she believes all hope is lost for her, not knowing fate has something else in store for her. In a mission that’s supposed to kill her, she ends up coming across her mate in the monstrous enemy she was sent to capture, and by the end of it all, she discovers said mate has two brothers who’re also her mates, and not only were they willing to accept her, they forcefully took her along with them against her will, making Sue dislike and want nothing to do with them. Too bad they were stupidly hot and utterly breathtaking. Cursed because of the sins of their ancestors— Angelo, Landon and Damon lived as part monsters and part wolves, a deadly curse which would end up taking their lives if they didn't find their fated mate, the key to breaking the curse. Which was why as soon as they found her, there was no way they’d be letting her go, no matter what. Even though she was the daughter of their greatest enemy, even though she was wolfless, and even though she definitely wasn’t the fire breathing, powerful mate that was prophesied for them decades ago. ~~~ | ~~~ “I bet your nipples are hard right now. And are you wet between your legs as well? I should be able to smell it if I focus hard.” he husked out in a sultry voice, the dark eyes of his drinking me up and I wished the ground would open up to swallow me up at once. “N- no…” I managed to hurl out but he only laughed, then he leaned even closer and my heart lurched into my throat after his next words. “Why? You hate hearing the truth?” He demanded then I felt his large hand settle on my thigh. “I can check right now for you, to see if you’re dripping and making a mess of your little panties.” My cheeks felt so red, it felt like they might go up in flames at any moment from now. “A- are you crazy?” I managed after what felt like ages, while gaping at him as an immense amount of shock went through my entire body. He flashed me a dark grin, his fangs gleaming in the moonlight. “Couldn’t you tell?” He drawled and I let out a huff of disbelief. This man wasn’t just crazy. He was mad. Him and his two brothers.

A deep voice yelled behind her, "Get the rogue!" "Don't let her escape!" When Astra jumped over a downed tree, her bare feet hit the cold ground. There were leaves and sticks in her long, dark hair as it whipped around her face. She couldn't stop. When thieves were caught by pack wolves, they usually died. She kept going even though it hurt her side to run so fast. She had learned one thing from being chased for ten years: never stop when they're close. "I see her!" Another arrow flew by, this time brushing her arm. Astra bit her lip to keep from crying out. Blood trickled down her arm, but she couldn't worry about that now. The smell would make it easy for them to track her, though. Up ahead was a river. If she could just reach it, she might be able to hide her smell. Astra pushed her tired legs harder, ignoring the pain shooting through her body. Astra, the daughter of the Alpha, went rogue ten years ago after the mysterious death of her sister, Lyra. Forced to live as a slave, she never imagined that on her 18th birthday, she would discover that her mate was none other than the feared Alpha of the strongest pack, Alaric. But their bond is far from simple. As she struggles to win his heart and gain the pack’s acceptance, the return of a woman she thought was dead will force Astra to confront the dark secrets of her past. With enemies hiding in plain sight and a prophecy that could destroy everything, Astra must fight not only for love but for her very survival.

Zerra Sylvaris, a celestial nine tailed fox and disciple of a famous celestial ancient beast, was transmigrated as a zombie in an apocalyptic world. She became a mindless creature with rotting flesh and an unpleasant smell. After spending most of her life solely based on zombie instinct, she emerged as the zombie king. Thus, she gradually remembered who she was. She fought to survive, fighting against superpower humans who were trying to get rid of her. She wanted to go back to her celestial world. Until she found out that the world was actually just a novel. She was a cannon fodder, the temporary zombie king before another one replaced her. The female lead was her sister, and the scumbag male lead was her fiance! And she, the annoying younger sister, was merely a stepping stone to bring their relationship closer. After countless reincarnations, she found it hopeless to go against them. Her ending was always the same, definite death.  However… she looked at the male lead in confusion. This time around, everything was weird. To quickly end this round of reincarnation, she intended to go directly jumping to the densely packed zombies, but he stopped her. Instead, his increasingly intense gaze frightened her! In her process to become a zombie king, she thought that her flesh would turn like those rotten zombies, but this time, she awakened special powers instead. Not only she kept her original fair skin, she also could control zombies. The best thing? Her supplies for several reincarnations magically remained intact on this life! It was just that, she sometimes turned into a fox. And the male lead, coveting her soft fur and cuteness... always kidnapped her. (Content warning: gore and violence)

Eric Maddox, a 70-year-old American retired football coach once hailed for his tactical brilliance, now forgotten by time—closes his eyes for what he believes is a normal nap in his quiet Florida retirement home. But when he opens them, he's not staring at ceiling tiles, instead, he's on a touchline. Wearing boots in the rain. With players running on the pitch, fans jeering behind barriers, and the smell of cheap turf pellets in the air. "What the hell is this?" He’s twenty-five again, but it’s not Earth. It’s a world where football reigns supreme. A world where the sport is religion, its practitioners, deities in cleats. Coaches are revered, players are worshipped, and even the kit man gets treated like royalty. But there's one catch: none of it is familiar. The clubs, the players, the leagues, the competitions, and even the currency—they're all different. Alien. Like waking up in a dream where the rules are the same, but the language is foreign. As if that wasn’t enough, the body he’s now in? A youth coach with a laughable win record, a looming divorce, and a measly fifty thousand in the bank that his ex-wife is fighting tooth and nail to take. All of it. Just when the spiral seems inevitable, a monotone chime pierces the noise. [Initiating Golden Finger…] […45%… 75%… 100%] [System Integration Complete.] [Welcome, host. You are now bound to the Pro Manager System. Objective: Dominate the Football World. A new era begins] From washed-up has-been to chosen one of destiny, Eric Maddox is about to trade arthritis pills for tactical boards, and shuffleboard for Prestigious Cup glory. Because in this world, tactics are power. And on this touchline, he’s about to become a god. ================= Release Rate: 2-3 Chapters a day. Incentives (Below is subject to change): Power Stones Goals: 150PS-1 Extra Chapter. 300PS-2 Extra Chapters. 600PS -3 Extra Chapters. 1200PS - 4 Extra Chapters. Golden Ticket Goals: 80 Golden Tickets-1 Extra Chapter. 180 Golden Tickets -2 Extra Chapters. 330 Golden Tickets-3 Extra Chapters. 530 Golden Tickets- 4 Extra Chapters. 780 Golden Tickets - 5 Extra Chapters. Will only promise up to 5 chapters in a day, extra chapters will go into the next day. Special Incentives: 1. Top 30 GT: 4 extra chapters. 2. Hit T1 Win-win: Refill second tier. 3. Hit T2 Win-win: Refill entire highest tier.

Ingrid Dolph, a lowly she-wolf happens to be in her ripe age of locating her mate. And it was during this time that the rumor about a dragon egg spread like wildfire and everyone was asked to hunt for it. Whoever finds it will have a greater share and unbelievable privileges. Excited for the hunt, Ingrid takes part in it with the motive of finding it and bargaining for its blood and scale. But as fate would have it, she didn't just find it but that same dragon turns out to be her mate. ***** ~{SNEAK PREVIEW}~ As I got close, I came to realize that it was a full grown naked man. What? A man? How was the dragon a man? Suddenly I growled and groaned as my body grew hot by just the sight of it. What was wrong with me? Could it be that my wolf side was affected by the dragon because of the smell of its blood? Disregarding the fact that he was naked, I approached him and my breathing became labored as my senses heightened to an intense level I never knew possible. When I saw how he curled himself in a fetal position with his hand holding his bloody abdomen, my blood boiled and I punched the rock he was laying close to. “Who would dare do such a thing to him!” I angrily said aloud and that was when his eyes opened causing my breath to get caught in my throat. He was breathtaking! His lashes were white as his eyebrows and they shimmered while his iris were gray in color. “Ingrid,” he breathed out and my eyes widened at the fact that he knew my name.

AGE GAP!!! But I promise the characters only fall in love when they’re both legal. Still, the ML won’t make it easy for the MC. "A Little Too Close" Some hearts meet where they shouldn’t. Some feelings grow where they’re not allowed. Twenty-four-year-old Eugene spends his quiet mornings behind a café counter, pouring lattes and pretending his world is still intact. But when a group of high schoolers walks in on a cold Monday morning, something unexpected happens—he notices one of them. A boy with soft black hair, honey-brown eyes, and a smile that feels like sunlight through winter fog. Eugen doesn’t know why he can’t stop thinking about him. Why he still smells vanilla milk hours after he’s gone. Why something warm keeps blooming in his chest. Because feelings like this aren’t allowed. Not here. Not like this. Not with him. And yet... he hopes he comes back tomorrow.

The world remembers him only in whispers. In stories meant to frighten children. In scriptures sealed behind church vaults. In the charred ruins of cities that dared to stand tall. They call him many things. The Lord of Endless Midnight. The Sovereign of Ashes. The Demon of the Last Light. No one speaks the name he once bore. No one remembers the man. His throne sits atop a black citadel built where no grass grows. No birds sing above it. No stars shine above its towers. The land around it decays — not because he wills it, but because the gods themselves turned their eyes away from him. He does not speak. He does not smile. He does not sleep. Only once in a while, when the flames of war flicker low, he dreams — and the world trembles. In those dreams, there is no blood. Only a woman’s laughter, soft and warm. A child running through wildflowers. A fire in a hearth that smells like safety. Faces blurred by time, yet never truly forgotten. He wakes. He feels nothing. And so he marches again. The world believes he seeks conquest. That he wishes to drown the continent in darkness. But that is not the truth. The truth is worse. He is not here to rule. He is here to erase. To burn the world that betrayed him, not out of hatred… but because it no longer deserves to exist. He tried to protect it once. He begged. He bled. He trusted. And for that, they fed him to the flame — and made him need the darkness. It was not always like this. He was not always this. He once had a name. He once had a family. He once had a friend who called him brother. They are gone now. He remains. Not Kael Viremont, the Duke of the Western Vale. No. That man died in chains of ash and blood. What remains now… ...is a silence the gods cannot bear to hear. Let the world scream his name in fear. Let them curse the night he fell. Let them pray to empty heavens. For the last light is long gone. And its scream has only just begun.

[MATURE CONTENT] SEXUALLY EXPLICIT CONTENT. Eighteen years ago, blood stained the halls of the Full Moon Gala. The Vampires came slaughtering nearly every wolf shifter at the gala, including the visiting royal family. Blood drenched the earth, and when the carnage ended. Prince Ambrose, soaked in the screams of his people, he rose from the ashes with a single vow: Blood for blood. Eighteen years later, Ambrose is now Alpha King, ruthless, unyielding, and revered by his pack. But his thirst for vengeance never dulled. His target? Princess Odette. Odette isn’t a delicate doll. She’s fire wrapped in silk. Born of power, and unafraid to destroy. Raised by the very monsters that broke him. Ambrose wants to break her. But this princess doesn't break easily. Captured. Kidnapped. Claimed. The girl he wanted to destroy becomes the woman he can’t stop watching. Touching. Needing. Their bond is dangerous. Twisted. Forbidden. Can love be born of vengeance? What if a terrifying and dangerous threat rises from the shadows? Can a millennia long blood feud be overcome or will they destroy themselves before the enemy even has a chance? Ex: “I missed how you talked back. I can smell the fire burning inside you. Your arousal. It’s strong. Now be a good girl and lie still.” He requested with what sounded like a polite tone but was really just a cover for his sick twisted thrill. “You don’t smell shit from me.” I was getting angry. I know he probably has armed my collar again or I’d throw him across the room and untie myself, give him a piece of my mind. But another part of me. Some twisted sick masochist piece of me wanted to find out how the game was played. He quickly closed the distance between us, reaching to tie the blindfold over me. The minute my vision darkened alarms rang in my head. Every sense was heightened. It was intense and overpowering. “Ever been touched here, by man?” I shook my heads no. He lifted his hand from my skin, and that’s when I realized I’d been holding my breath. He moved to my stomach. “How about here?” I shook my head no. he was driving me crazy, my skin was screaming for more, despite my better judgement, I also wanted more. His warm gentle touch sent a ripple of heat rolling down my back. I desperately wanted to know what yes would mean. My heart was thundering. The pit in my stomach became and ache between my legs. And then hot, soft lips crashed into mine, stealing my breath, it was anything but gentle. It was violent, all consuming, and possessive. Something twisted in me, I opened my mouth like a weak idiot and let him in. Let his tongue explore my mouth. I gave in completely surrendering to him. “You taste far better than I expected.” He sounded almost as breathless as me. I could hear his heart pounding just like mine. He touched my neck next. I nodded yes. Not just because it was true, but because I wanted it. I shouldn’t want it, but I did. Desperately. I wanted to feel the touch of his lips again. And my wish was granted. He bit into my neck softly first and started sucking and kissing on me. A moan escaped me, one I didn’t see coming. The bite at first hurt, but the sucking on my neck eased the pain, sending a jolt of pleasure through me. “Here?” “Princess?” He paused. His hand landed somewhere I should have expected, but for some reason completely forgot. And when his hot hands touched womanhood, my breath hitched. He growled low and possessively asked “And here?”

Han Areum was born from a rare Omega, one strong enough to survive alone. But the moment Areum came into the world, his Alpha father abandoned them without a word—no bond, no responsibility, nothing. His Omega dad raised him with gentleness and strength, teaching him to survive in a world where Omegas were too often used and discarded by powerful Alphas. > “You must never let them smell you, Areum,” his father once said. “They’ll see you as prey. Promise me… you’ll stay hidden.” After his father's death, Areum was left completely alone. Since childhood, he’s used suppressants daily to hide his secondary gender. He grew up believing: Alphas are selfish. Alphas take, use, and leave. Love with an Alpha is dangerous. That’s why he never allows anyone close—especially not his cold, commanding boss Yoon Taekho. But the problem is… Taekho isn’t like other Alphas. And that scares Areum more than anything.

Aika Misora never planned to fall in love. Not with the boy who sat alone on rooftops, or the one who pressed flowers instead of speaking his pain. But some stories don’t wait to be written — they bloom in silence, in shared glances, in the weight of unsaid things. After her mother’s quiet abandonment, Aika survives high school by keeping her heart zipped shut. Her world is routine: library lunches, hushed notebooks, and pretending everything’s fine. Until she meets Ren Hayashi, the quiet sketch-artist with rumors on his name and bruises in his smile. He doesn’t talk much. But his silence says everything. Drawn together by chance — and maybe fate — the two begin to orbit each other in secret places: the abandoned rooftop, the library’s back corner, the flower shop that smells like lost time. As seasons shift, so do they. Slowly. Tenderly. Terrifyingly. But love, even the gentle kind, brings buried pain to the surface. And when a long-unopened letter from Aika’s mother resurfaces, the wounds between them deepen — not enough to break, but enough to test whether two broken hearts can really hold each other. A soft, grief-tinged coming-of-age romance about first love, second chances, and what it means to stay — even when everything else leaves.

Summary: Lora a hard working and dedicated student studying for many years. She finally was able to get into the college of her dreams on the way to her congratulation party for her acceptence at night. Walking along the street a blot of lightning came and struck her dead. she was killed by God on accident, God filled with guilt equiped her with a high technology system beta and had to send her to the only world similar to hers. The system loaded a bit late but just in time for it to help its host. It quickly called for Lora and she woke up abruptly as she smelled the putrid scent of flesh. Lora got up quickly and ran under the guidance of the system, her human body surpassing it's limits. She ran towards an abondoned building only to be bested by a tall man. Lora fell as she tried to quicken her pace, she was so close to the gate but she closed her eyes in fear. She was pull up, not feeling the pain she expected, A stranger had took the bite for her. They both proceeded into the building, she was worried and asked the system if it had an antidote to provide to the stranger. Using the points God had given her, she exchanged an antidote for the infected man. Being shocked at the antidote, he tactfully didn't ask where she got it, They exchanged pleanteries and got aquinted. Being took together they had no choice but to cooperate with one another.

Saint Heriyama is 30. He’s not a hero. He’s not a legend. He’s a man who let his life rot in silence. Unemployed, in debt, and emotionally vacant, Saint reaches a point of no return — until a strange encounter in a run-down bar hands him a second chance in the form of a flyer: “Baseball Coach Wanted.” It’s a job he’s not qualified for. A role he doesn’t deserve. But something about it— the memory of his grandfather, the smell of the field, the shape of a bat— pulls him back into a world he abandoned long ago. As he starts training three broken kids—Mailo, Marcos, and Anto—Saint begins to face what he’s spent his entire life avoiding: his past, his pain, and the daughter he left behind. This is not a story about victory. It’s about holding the bat even when your hands are shaking. It’s about waking up after deciding not to. It’s about standing beside others when you don’t know how to stand alone. Some stories aren’t about becoming someone new… They’re about remembering who you were before everything fell apart.