Hung Traduzione

The woman sat still, legs crossed, a hand resting lightly on each leash. The chains led downward — left and right — disappearing beneath the black folds of her throne. The only sound in the room was the soft clink of metal against the stone floor. On her left knee, the leash was taut — held firm in her fingers, black leather wound once around her palm. The chain stretched to the man kneeling below, his head slightly bowed, thick black hair falling across sharp golden eyes. The lion insignia gleamed darkly against the collar at his neck. On her right, the second leash hung more loosely, though not by much. The man it led to sat still — silver-haired, pale-skinned, his chest rising and falling with quiet restraint. The panther emblem at his throat shimmered under the torchlight, his ice-blue eyes locked ahead, lips drawn in a silent snarl. Both were silent. Both were beautiful. And both were leashed. The woman, however, did not look at them. Her gaze was locked forward — on the man kneeling in front of her, hands tied behind his back, posture proud despite the blood at his lip. The green-haired man tilted his head back and laughed. “Shame,” he said, the sound echoing in the chamber. “The Emperor of the North and the Southern Duke… reduced to nothing more than pets. Is that what you do now, Leash Mistress? Break kings and chain them at your feet?” The woman didn’t blink. Her eyes stayed fixed on his. But the panther shifted slightly, the chain tightening an inch under her hand. The lion growled, low and deep. The green-haired man smirked wider. “Dogs. The both of them. Well-trained, I’ll give you that.” “Cats.” Her voice was soft, but the room fell silent. She leaned back in her seat slightly, her fingers curling around the leashes as if they were natural extensions of her hands. “They are cats. And tell me…” Her head tilted faintly, just enough to be unsettling. “Isn’t it wolves who become dogs? Not lions. Not panthers.” The green-haired man’s jaw clenched. '!' drip A sweat bead fell from his forehead, trickling down through his cheek as his eyes trembled. The green pupil held cunning and shrewdness to escape any unknown path as the assassin mercenary group's leader trembled, not because of the woman, but because of the man standing beside her who looked at him. The man with the black hair and golden eyes glinted sharply at the command of the collars pulled, and even the one with the silver hair, glinting with sapphire eyes, directly at the green-eyed man caused him to tremble in his whole being. He knelt with his head turning down as he realized, while his wolf insignia glowed near his ear. He would be leashed soon like them. He would become the dog under her leg... the dog he had just laughed at.

All the experts were defeated, I want both beauty and wealth! The Dragon King returns to the city, bringing an end to peace! This is the legendary tale of a cultivation fiend.

# familyfeud #daughterofamistress #koi Qiao Xuan, daughter of a county magistrate, supposedly had a fiance that everyone envied. But then her father’s legal wife schemed against her, and married her into a farmer’s family. On the night of her wedding, after seeing how shabby her room was, Qiao Xuan hung herself. When she opened her eyes again, a different Qiao Xuan had transmigrated onto this body. The new Qiao Xuan stared at her husband and frowned after seeing how shabby the house looked. “Don’t worry. I know that you didn’t want to marry me, so I won’t touch you. I’ll apply for a divorce tomorrow and give you back your freedom.” But wait, Qiao Xuan hadn’t figured out what was going on yet! She couldn’t get a divorce, or else her father’s legal wife wouldn’t forgive her. Also, she was a woman of a different world and possessed special powers. Couldn’t she just build a business from here? So it was decided. Qiao Xuan began assisting her husband and slapped the faces of all who wronged them. They kept leveling up, and went from being a poor farmer’s family to becoming the richest family in the area. Those who bullied her regretted their actions, and her husband had regrets too. “I never said I wanted to divorce you.” Qiao Xuan was perplexed when he was pressing her down on the bed. Why did he suddenly decide against getting a divorce?

In the town of Verneville, where magic reigns supreme, Eryndor Thorne's life is forever changed by loss. Orphaned at a young age after his parents' tragic death, his grandfather, the wise and powerful mage, Arinthal Thorne, became his guardian. Arinthal's love and guidance helped Eryndor to know more about magic, but his grandfather's recent passing has left Eryndor consumed by an insatiable hunger for power. Determined to honor his family's legacy and become strong enough to protect himself and those he cares about, Eryndor was admitted in the prestigious Argentum Magic Academy after passing their extreme exams with the knowledge he has gained from his grandfather teachings and was relegated to class d the lowest-ranking class. This esteemed institution is renowned for producing the most talented mages and archmages in the realm, and Eryndor sees it as the key to unlocking his true potential.      Eryndor is unexpectedly granted a mysterious System, known as "The Arcane Engine." As Eryndor delves deeper into the world of magic, he must navigate the complex web of academy's politics, master his newfound powers, and confront the darkness within himself. With the System's guidance, Eryndor will stop at nothing to achieve his goal of becoming the most powerful archmage in the realm. But as he rises through the ranks, he will face formidable challenges, unexpected alliances, and the blurred lines between ambition and morality. Will Eryndor's thirst for power consume him, or will he find a way to balance his desires with the greater good?       The Engine's cold, calculated words hung in the air: "I'm sorry, but I won't be much help at this point. Your current level is insufficient to overcome this enemy."       "What....?"

A young royal, Lexiana Vertritz marries a time stellar after he saves her from a near death experience. It turns out they are actually bonds and make it their goal to live their lives to the fullest. But it isnt smooth sauling fir them at all as thier lives keep getrjng threatened everyday. They uncover truths about themselves and unlock powers which could twist the nature of matter itself. Will these two be able to achieve their goal of living a happy life while fighting for the greater good, or is there something else in store for them? " There you are" he said before gently picking her up after noticing the wound on her left leg. When she was secured in his arms, a large portal opened before them and he stepped in. A few hours later the hunter leader woke up and tried to recall what had just happened. He stood on his feet and looked around thanking his lucky stars he was still alive. But his eyes widened at what he saw. On the snow covered ground was a large symbol in black as if it had been burnt into the snow and into the earth.His mouth hung in awe. " A time stellar" he said to himself before immediately teleporting back to where he came from.

Amidst the eerie silence of an unfamiliar hall, a cacophony of confused voices rose, mingling in a chorus of bewilderment. "Where are we?" "What happened?" "I thought I died!" Each utterance hung in the air, a testament to the collective disbelief gripping the room. As the haze of confusion lifted, disjointed memories surfaced, fragments of lives cut short by tragedy. "I remember... I was stabbed..." ventured one voice, echoed by another's affirmation of a similar fate. "I... I died in a plane crash," muttered a third, only to be met with a stunned agreement from a fellow survivor. Amidst the chaos of bewildered voices, one man stood apart, his expression a mask of contemplation amidst the turmoil. As his companions recounted their brushes with death, his mind churned with questions, each more confounding than the last. "I got shot... I remember it vividly," he murmured to himself, his voice barely audible above the din. "So how am I still here?" The enigma of their shared resurrection gnawed at him, compelling him to seek answers in the depths of his memories. With each revelation of a paired demise—a male and female, bound by the same tragic fate—a flicker of recognition ignited within him. "This... this seems familiar," he mused, the pieces of a puzzle slowly coalescing in his mind. But the picture remained incomplete, obscured by the fog of uncertainty that shrouded their surroundings. As the words "pairs, pairs, pairs" echoed in his mind like a cryptic mantra, a sudden realization struck him with the force of a revelation. "It can't be... don't tell me..." he whispered, his voice trembling with disbelief. With a sense of urgency, he began to scan his surroundings, searching for any sign or clue that could confirm his suspicions. Then, as if guided by an unseen force, his gaze shifted upwards, and there, bathed in an ethereal light, stood an angelic figure with golden apparel, its gaze fixed upon him with a warm smile. The sight took his breath away, filling him with a mixture of awe and trepidation. The man's heart raced as faced a real angel, his mind struggling to comprehend the surreal encounter unfolding before him. The angel's words, spoken with an air of amusement, only deepened the enigma shrouding their meeting. "I never expected anyone to notice me," the angel remarked, a hint of playfulness in its voice. "I was concealing my presence to let everyone fully calm down, but to think someone noticed me. Just who are you?" Ethan's disbelief and confusion intensified at the angel's question. "Eh... Ethan Rivers," he stammered, his voice barely above a whisper. As Aurelia, the angel, finally revealed himself to the bewildered assembly, a hush fell over the room, each soul drawn in by his radiant presence and commanding aura. Ethan's gaze lingered on Aurelia. "Greetings, lost souls," Aurelia declared, his voice resonating with a majestic power that seemed to fill the very air around them. "I am Aurelia, and I shall be your guide to your new life." As Aurelia extended his arms in a gesture of welcome, Ethan felt a surge of rage and hesitation, "This it bad, really bad."

"You better stop the fucking prank, woman, and just pick up your phone and call your alpha! Otherwise, I will press the damn button and blow you up," A man with a very ugly-looking scar on his face said menacingly, holding a time bomb remote control in his hand and shaking it back and forth before a woman. In the last moment of her death, Rose looked into her heart and cried bitterly. "If I had a second chance, Rolan, I would never have agreed to marry you. I would never have had hopes in you." _____ On the day of her sister's wedding, Rose found herself thrust into an unexpected role as the bride when her sister failed to show up. Marrying a man who had loved her sister for three years, Rose held onto the fragile hope that he might one day care for her. But her dreams of love quickly crumbled—he ignored her, treated her coldly, and never gave her the attention she longed for. Even at her lowest, when Rose’s life hung by a thread, he was nowhere to be found, choosing instead to enjoy his time with her sister. Rose’s heart shattered as she took her final breath, consumed by betrayal and despair. When she opened her eyes again, she was back in her younger self—not before the wedding, but on the very same day she was meant to die. This time, Rose vowed to rewrite her story. She would stop loving him, leave him behind, and refuse to let herself be caught in their web of betrayal again. But the peaceful life Rose planned never came to be. Against all odds, she discovered she was pregnant—carrying his child. Now bound together by this unbreakable link, Rose must face the man she once loved, all while trying to guard her heart. Why is he chasing her now? Why wasn’t he with her sister when she ran away and left him? Why does he seem desperate to win her back when all she wants is to stay far away? discord server,: https://discord.gg/t66GGxhc

He’s her assistant. Loyal. Obedient. Untouchable. Victoria Sharp built her tech empire from scratch. She's rich, ruthless, and always in control. No scandals, no distractions—especially not from a certain devastatingly attractive executive assistant with bewitching eyes and a voice that could ruin her in seconds. James Mitchell has worked under Victoria for three years, hiding his desire behind professionalism and perfect ties. He knows the rules. He respects her boundaries. But when she starts breaking her own, James isn’t sure how long he can keep pretending he doesn’t want her. What begins as subtle tension—lingering stares, coffee with hidden meanings, after-hours “accidental” meetings—spirals into something hotter, darker, and far more dangerous. She’s used to power. He’s used to silence. But neither of them is ready for obsession. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- "If you want these lips, then earn them." James's words hung in the air between them, transforming the atmosphere in Victoria's office from tense confrontation to something entirely unprecedented. Victoria sat frozen in her chair, her lips still parted in silent shock, her mind struggling to process what had just transpired. Earn them. The phrase echoed in her thoughts, foreign and disorienting. "If you want to keep tasting these lips, then you'll have to woo me." The additional statement landed like a second shockwave. Woo him? Victoria Sharp didn't woo anyone. ------------- "Victoria, what are you—" James words died in his throat as he felt the warm, wet heat of her tongue against his exposed chest. Victoria had found the gap in his shirt and was licking his skin with deliberate, erotic slowness that made his entire body go rigid with shock and arousal. The sensation was unlike anything James had ever experienced—raw and intimate and so unexpected that it short-circuited his ability to think coherently. Victoria's tongue was warm and soft against his skin, tracing patterns that sent bolts of electricity straight to his core. This was madness, she knew that. But she was past caring about sanity or propriety or any of the rules that had governed her life up until this moment. All she cared about was the man in her arms and the way he made her feel like she was coming alive for the first time in years. Her tongue found the small mole on under his right eye, and she felt James's entire body shudder at the contact. "I love that mole on you," she whispered against his skin, her voice husky with desire. James's eyes slammed shut at the intimate contact, his body betraying him as a soft groan escaped his lips. The sensation of Victoria's tongue on his face was so unexpected, so boldly sensual, that his pulse hammering against his throat. "I will do as you say, James," she said, her voice husky with desire and determination. "I will woo you." The words sent a jolt of satisfaction through James's system, but it was her next statement that made his breath catch. "However, you should know that I am very territorial." "You just sit down, look effortlessly handsome, and prepare to be wooed," she said, her voice carrying all the authority of a woman who was used to getting exactly what she wanted. "Remember, James," she said, her voice dropping to a whisper that somehow managed to carry more authority than any shout ever could. "You are mine." The declaration hung between them like a brand, marking him as surely as if she'd physically claimed him. Enemies-to-lovers tension CEO x Executive Assistant Office slow-burn with high heat Obsession, betrayal, and emotional redemption One woman who’s never been owned—and the man she can’t control If you love dominant heroines breaking their own rules, devoted but strong men, and drama that keeps you breathless, then be ready to be will consumed.

The circle held its breath as Damon’s challenge hung in the air, heavy with tension. His voice was light, but his words dripped with provocation. “Xavier, would you rather have the undivided attention of a mysterious person for the rest of the night… or get your dream car?” Xavier’s smirk sharpened, his eyes gleaming with something far more dangerous than amusement. “I choose the first,” he said, his gaze locking onto Kamsi. Her heart stuttered, her pulse quickening under the weight of his stare. Damon’s grin widened. “Then seduce someone here. Fifteen seconds. No touch. No explicit words. Just your charm.” The air grew thick, crackling with anticipation. The room leaned in as Xavier rose slowly, like a predator stalking its prey. His eyes never wavered from Kamsi, who could feel her resolve slipping under his relentless focus. She told herself it was just a game. But the way he moved, the way his presence engulfed her, made her wonder: What happens when a game stops being a game? When Kamsi Chibuike arrived in Washington, D.C., she craved a fresh start—a place where she could blend into the background and escape her past. But blending in was impossible once she crossed paths with Xavier Alastair, the untouchable bully who ruled Washington DC International School with a smirk that promised trouble. Their first encounter left her humiliated, furious… and unforgettable in his eyes. Xavier thrives on power, his sharp tongue and devilish charm keeping everyone at arm’s length. Yet, Kamsi’s defiance sparks something in him—something he can’t ignore. She becomes his favorite target, their clashes more intense with each encounter. But the more they push each other, the more Kamsi senses that beneath Xavier’s cruelty lies something broken, something real. What starts as a battle of wills turns into a dangerous game of attraction, where every insult masks a deeper truth and every glance threatens to ignite something uncontrollable. As Kamsi is drawn into Xavier’s chaotic world, she realizes that he isn’t just the school’s bully—he’s a storm threatening to tear through everything she thought she knew. The Bully’s Redemption is a gripping, tension-filled story of fierce enemies, forbidden desires, and the thin line between hate and passion. In a world where games can become deadly, and redemption seems impossible, Kamsi and Xavier must decide: Will they destroy each other, or will they find salvation in the chaos?

Hệ thống tiến hoá sủng thú đưa ký chủ mà nó ký kết đến đỉnh cao nhân sinh , sánh ngang tồn tại thời kỳ khởi nguyên . Hệ thống là thứ mà huyết mạch của 5 Thần Thú đã vẫn lạc tạo thành nhằm tái tạo lại kỷ nguyên hoà bình chống lại sự xâm nhập trở lại của 12 Đại Hung Thú từ không gian khác .

No one who crosses the bridge ever comes back. Crosses? No. No one who gets dragged across this bridge ever comes back. Year after year, the monsters from the other side have attacked Batura’s village, mercilessly killed them, and stolen their women. Now those monsters waited on the other side, a peace treaty hung in the air, and they wanted Nisha as the first step to seal the deal. Nisha wanted this too. When she would be done with them, they would make no more bargains. After all, dead monsters make no bargains.

(currently editing) If you blame the victim, then you stand for the perpetrator. — "You say a word and I'll step back. Tell me not to touch you," Louis murmured, his own control slipping as he admitted to his profound yearning for her touch. "Get away from me," she managed to whisper. "Mean it, Verena," he persisted, the insistence in his voice urging her to make a definitive choice. His hand advanced, inching closer to her neck, his touch lingering there momentarily before retreating, a delicate dance of desire. For a second, silence hung heavy in the air, pregnant with unspoken tension. Then, as if her inner turmoil had reached its peak, the words spilled from her lips. "I fucking hate you," she spat out. Without further hesitation, Verena surged forward, her hand finding its way to the back of his neck. In an instant, her lips crashed against his. — Verena Bradbury's life took a treacherous turn after a fateful party. Little did she know that her innocent decision to enter a villa with five strangers would result in her becoming a criminal and spending four years behind bars. Upon her release, Verena was consumed by a burning desire for revenge against Arriana Vandeleur and her accomplices, who had framed her. Determined to tear them apart, she meticulously plans her revenge. However, in a cruel twist of fate, Verena suddenly found herself burdened with heavy responsibilities she never could have anticipated: she was forced to become the wife of Louis Heisenberng, the most handsome and youngest billionaire in their country. Louis, driven by his dark obsessions, kidnapped Verena and enforced their union by forging their marriage certificate without a trace of hesitation. In a chilling race against time, Verena fought against the shackles of her forced matrimony and plotted her daring escape. As Verena delved deeper into Louis's world of privilege and power, she unravelled a sinister web of secrets and deceit. With each shocking revelation, Verena's determination to bring down her captor intensifies, no matter the risks involved. In "Ruins Of The Glory," Verena Bradbury found herself trapped in a thrilling rollercoaster ride of lies, betrayal, and desperation. Will she be able to break free from her nightmarish entrapment and expose the truth, or will the shadows of her past continue to haunt her? -Author's Books- WILDBLOOD (ongoing) Ruins Of The Glory (ongoing) Thee Spark (coming soon)

What happens when a bored and hungry zombie woman who reads to fulfill her basic needs transmigrates into a dungeon apocalypse novel, the book that caused her accidental death? If she was a cannon fodder, it would have been better. Instead, she was the passerby who died after handing the female lead, the special ring- a great golden finger that ended the apocalypse. And she wasn't even mentioned by the female lead, who claimed all the credit for being the world's savior, forgetting her sacrifice. After understanding the situation and losing the ring, her first thought was to look for food and sleep. She doesn't want to be the hero of the world, she is kind to leave it for the female lead to hug all the glory. But the two men she saved randomly always hung around, unwilling to leave her alone, and a reborn female lead who kept staring at her with hatred. Update Time: Tuesdays and Fridays with two chapters each. (⁠〃ﾟ⁠3ﾟ⁠〃⁠)

After living in hellish prison for 16 years, you're finally rescued. But what do you do when you soon realize that there is now a thread, a connection to the warden you've escaped from? BLURB: He could clearly see the way the water droplets ran down her back. The brown curls, almost black due to being wet, stuck to it, gave such an alluring contrast to her skin that seemed to glow in the moonlight. She turned, causing her ample breast to come into view. A single droplet hung precariously from a pebbled nipple. Was his eyesight always this sharp? It appeared like a pearl, begging to be licked away. He groaned as he could almost taste the cool freshness on his tongue before it was replaced with the heat of her flushed skin. Unzipping his jeans caused his member spring forth, drenched in the constant precum that flowed. Just the thought of sucking on her breast made him groan in frustrated desperation. He buried his face between the fleshly orbs. Biting and licking, he was pleased to see his marks on her skin. A fierce desire to possess came over him and even his wolf growled at the feeling. How is it that she smells even better that the soap she just used? Other Omegas used the same kind, yet their smell would cause his stomach to feel upset. Inhaling again, he pinning her against a tree. The same tree he was hiding behind before. Lifting her up, he devoured her lips while wrapping her long legs around his waist. Slightly bending his knees, he entered her in one deep thrust. She was hot and tight. So tight that if it wasn't for her juices, he wouldn't be able to move. Gripping himself tighter, his imagination became wild. Just thinking about her breathy moans or her screams of pleasure caused a shudder to pass through him as he came into the tissue he had thoughtfully grabbed. Why, why not just take what he so obviously wants? What's stopping him? If it were anyone else, he would have slacked his lust, had some fun, and moved on. The fact that this question ran through his mind without an answer was the reason for his pain.

Genre: Billionaire Romance / Obsession / Corporate War / Emotional Drama • A sharp-tongued small-town girl falls into the dangerous love of the most powerful oil mogul in Mexico. But when she becomes the target of his enemies—and his obsession—she must decide if love is worth losing herself… or if he’s worth betraying. • Joseph León was the most feared name in oil — Mexico’s oil tycoon with empires that stretched across oceans. His name opened doors in Dubai, whispered in Geneva, and commanded boardrooms in Texas. But in the private sanctum of his glass-walled penthouse above Mexico City, the only thing that brought him to his knees… was Green. Green Ariza. The sharp-tongued, warm-eyed girl from the southeast — who didn’t care for oil, power, or the billions in his offshore accounts. And that terrified Joseph more than any corporate war. She stormed into his office, her heels clicking furiously against the Italian marble. Her worn leather bag slammed onto the chair with finality. “I want to talk to you, Joseph!” she snapped. Behind his desk, Joseph was mid-call with a venture capitalist from Qatar, trying to lock in a deal worth $1.3 billion. He held up one finger without looking up — only for a second — then paused. His eyes met hers. Sharp. Furious. Tired of something. He ended the call. “I’ll speak to you later,” he said calmly, before the voice on the other line could protest. “Yes, I know it’s urgent.” He hung up, removed his glasses, and leaned back in his chair. His gaze softened. “What does my love want that has her so upset?” he asked, like the storm in her eyes didn’t scare him. “A Maserati? Givenchy? My black card is right there—just whisper what you want, and it’s yours.” Green exhaled, shaking her head. “I’m not here for gifts, Joseph.” “I know.” “No, you don’t. You always think money can fix things.” “I absolutely don’t think that.” “You bought the company I worked for because I said I was scared of getting fired—how is that not thinking money fixes things?” “I bought it,” he said quietly, “because it was the only way I could keep seeing you. You were avoiding me. Saying you couldn’t risk your job. So I made it yours. You’re head of creative strategy now. With triple your old salary. And you only work when you want.” She turned away, rubbing her forehead. “Green,” he said, his voice a low murmur now. “Can I touch you?” She blinked at him. “Are you asking permission to touch me?” “You usually get angry when I touch you during a fight,” he said honestly, standing slowly. “You say I use it to make you forget why you’re mad.” “…Because you do.” “And you let me.” She turned to face him, and for a moment, neither said a word. He reached out, gently, his hand grazing her elbow. “So tell me, why are you really angry?” She looked away. “Is it because of the girl at the gala?” he asked. Her head snapped back toward him. “She’s like a sister. My father’s goddaughter.” “She was holding your hand.” “She’s grieving. Her brother was assassinated in Bogotá.” Green stepped back, arms folded. “You don’t even see how many women throw themselves at you. My mother tells me I’m stupid for staying. That I should leave you and marry someone safer. Someone like Don Frederick.” Joseph’s jaw tightened. “Don Frederick is a snake with a fake smile and a poisoned chalice. He’s not safe, he’s subtle. That’s worse.” “My mother doesn’t care,” Green said bitterly. “She only sees headlines. And dollar signs.” “What do you see?” he asked, stepping closer. “When you look at me. What do you see?” She didn’t answer. He touched her cheek, gently. “Do you think I’d let myself love anyone but you? I’d burn down every oil well I own before I lose you.” She blinked. “Don’t say things like that.” “Why? Because you believe me?” “No,” she whispered. “Because I do.”

Devon was your typical office drone—exhausted, disheveled, and worn down by the grind. Dark bags hung beneath his eyes, his hair always unkempt, and his clothes perpetually wrinkled. He was a walking mess, the embodiment of burnout. But the soul-crushing workload wasn’t the worst of it. Devon was mocked by his coworkers, dismissed, ignored—as if he didn’t even exist. What was he supposed to do? “Just stick this out. Jobs are hard to find these days,” his frail mother had whispered from her hospital bed, her voice barely more than a breath. And so, he kept going. Not out of hope, but out of obligation. Then one day, while waiting at the train stop, Devon received a phone call. His mother—his last living relative—had passed away that evening. But Devon didn’t cry. He didn’t collapse or scream at the heavens in grief. Instead, his eyes grew darker, colder than ever before. Because now… there was no one left to stop him. Stop him from what? From quitting his job? Maybe. But then a darker thought crept in. “Hmmm… why not end it all?” *Company Countdown*

The moon hung high over the Blackthorn Mountains, casting silver light across the dense forests that blanketed the realm of Vareth. Atop the highest peak, nestled within stone walls and ancient enchantments, stood Blackthorn Keep—the fortress home of King Alaric the Wolf-Blooded and his strange, silent family. Deep within the eastern wing of the keep, behind iron doors rarely opened, lived the boy known only by whispered names. They called him the Demon Prince. The Curse of Vareth. The Witch’s Son. But his mother called him only Kael. Queen Elenara had always been the lone light in his world, a werewolf of old blood and fierce beauty, who had loved a demon and borne his child in secret. No one but she knew the truth—that her husband, King Alaric, was not Kael's father. Alaric had raised the boy with cold disdain, using him as a pawn in politics but never acknowledging him with pride. Kael had never known why until much later.

"Isn't this the weak young master of the Valhalla family?" "Hahaha! I heard he only knows how to waste money... Completely useless." Another voice, dripping with false pity, chimed in. "Both his sister and brother are Tamers, strong ones at that. While him... the eldest... pathetic!!" The final word, spat out like a curse, hung in the air: "Useless!" In this world, where the bond with powerful Beasts dictated one's standing, where strength was synonymous with the ferocity and strength of your companion. Christopher Valhalla was an anomaly. He found solace not in the thrill of battle or the acquisition of monstrous power, but in the simple, fleeting joys of life. He enjoyed partying, clubs, and women. He offered no retort to the cruel rumors that trailed him like a shadow. Because, truth be told, a knot of fear tightened in his stomach at the mere sight of the majestic, often terrifying, creatures that others commanded. But every life, regardless of its perceived worth, eventually finds its end. For Christopher, it came not in the jaws of a wild Beast, nor in a duel he was ill-equipped for, but in the insidious grip of a rare and incurable sickness. Some days later his flame flickered and he died, leaving behind a void filled with the echoes of scorn. Yet, where one life ended, another began. In the silent stillness of Christopher's vacant shell, a new consciousness stirred. A soul, bearing the weight of unmatched power and a reputation that sent shivers down the spines of even the most formidable Tamers, had arrived. This was the Supreme Tamer, a legend whispered in hushed tones across the world, a force of nature who had inexplicably perished at the hands of betrayal. Given this unexpected second chance, the Supreme Tamer, now inhabiting the frail form of Christopher Valhalla, felt a strange sense of acceptance. He looked upon the unfamiliar yet familiar faces of his new family – the concerned worry etched on their features – and a flicker of something akin to kinship sparked within him. A silent vow formed in his mind, hardening into an unbreakable resolve. The rumors that clung to this body like a shroud would be torn away. And the five Master Tamers who had orchestrated his demise in his previous life… They would learn the true meaning of fear. Their betrayal would be answered, not with petty revenge, but with the full, terrifying might of the Supreme Tamer, reborn. The world was about to discover that "useless" could be the most dangerous disguise of all. _______ Author's word, This Books will remain free till it clock 100 Chapters! All I need from my loyal readers are: Interaction! Reviews! Comments!! Power stones!!!! And if you can... GIFTs!! 50 power stones, 50 Golden Tickets, Or 100 coins gift above: 3 Chapters. 100 Power Stones, 100 golden Tickets, Or 500 gifts above: 4 Chapters 200 Power stones, 200 golden Tickets, Or 1,000 gifts above: 5 Chapters. PS: Bonus Chapters will be release on Sunday, [WAT Time.] Release date: 10:00Pm. ___________ Check my other books! Solo Leveling: I Am The Only Supreme With The Cheating System. And Reborn With The All Seeing Eyes.

[CONTAINS MATURE CONTENT!! ] (At least read the first fifteen chapters before tossing it aside) . Anna Sui woke up from her drunken state to see her boyfriend cheating on her with her best friend on the eve of their wedding. Anna was so heartbroken that she ran out of the house, but due to an unfortunate turn of event, she had a one night stand with a complete stranger. . EXCERPTS, "Anna where are you I've been trying to call you for hours now, why are you ignoring my calls?" Her frown deepened. "Leave me alone Mack you can keep being with Nari I don't care." She yelled. "Oh please stop it Anna. You're my girlfriend and I demand to know. Don't tell me you're with another man Ann. Did you forget today's our wedding" Before Anna could say a word her phone got snatched away from her. "She's mine now. If you call or disturb what's mine from now on, be ready to rot in hell." He hunged up and tossed the phone aside. . (IN THE CUPID'S QUILL COMPETITION. Support book by adding it to library, voting with power stone, gifting golden tickets and normal gift.)

Forty-seven hours of straight gaming, six energy drinks, and one massive heart attack later, I'm living inside my favorite game as the final boss everyone loves to hate. The good news? Unlimited power, incredible looks, and access to the kind of women who make porn stars look like nuns. I'm talking about curves that defy physics, tits that could smother a man to death, and asses that inspire religious experiences. The bad news? Everyone expects me to be a manipulative bastard who treats people like fuck toys and destroys planets for fun. The worse news? I'm discovering I'm really fucking good at both. My name used to be irrelevant. Now I'm Lord Raven Vex'thara, Crown Prince of the Dominion Empire, and apparently hung like a space horse with the kind of face that makes women drop their panties and men question their sexuality. Death, it turns out, was the best thing that ever happened to my sex life.

Mature[R–18+] In the hidden corridors of power where desire and danger intertwine, Valeria Ivanov—the beguiling daughter of a notorious mafia don—learns that seduction is her deadliest weapon. Tasked with a mission that pits her against the equally formidable Adrian DeLuca, the enigmatic heir of a rival crime family, she enters a world where every whispered promise and stolen touch could be fatal. Adrian, a master strategist renowned for his icy reserve, finds himself drawn to her intoxicating blend of danger and seduction, his calculated facade slowly melting beneath the heat of their forbidden encounters. As secret trysts evolve into nights of raw, unbridled passion, the boundaries between duty and lust blur. Every clandestine rendezvous is a battle between their relentless ambition and the exquisite pleasure of surrendering to temptation. Amid the decadent backdrop of blood-soaked loyalty and whispered betrayals, Valeria struggles with the growing conflict between her mission and the irresistible allure of a love that promises both ecstasy and ruin. In a world where trust is as fragile as a whispered secret and every caress could conceal a knife, Beneath the Crimson Veil is an erotic journey into the depths of passion, power, and betrayal. Here, the price of desire is steep, and the stakes are life and death—leaving both hearts and empires forever transformed by the flames of a forbidden love. Excerpt: The dim glow of the city lights cast jagged shadows across Adrian’s sharp features as he leaned against the edge of his desk, arms crossed, his gaze a storm of suspicion and something darker—something far more dangerous. Valeria stood across from him, her expression an intoxicating mix of defiance and amusement. She had perfected the art of playing innocent, but tonight, something in Adrian’s eyes made her heart pound in warning. “You’re up to something,” he said, voice low and measured, like the edge of a blade pressing against silk. She arched a brow, taking slow, deliberate steps toward him, her heels clicking against the hardwood floor. “Oh?” she mused, tilting her head. “And what exactly am I up to, amore mio?” Adrian’s jaw tightened. “You tell me.” A slow smirk curled her lips as she invaded his space, her fingers lightly grazing the lapel of his jacket. “You don’t have proof.” His eyes darkened, flicking down to where her fingers toyed with the fabric. “I don’t need proof,” he murmured. “I see it in your eyes. The way you watch me. Like you’re calculating your next move.” Valeria chuckled, the sound soft, teasing. “And here I thought you were the one watching me.” She dragged her nails lightly down his chest, feeling the way his muscles tensed beneath his tailored suit. “You want proof?” His hand shot out, gripping her wrist, but his touch wasn’t rough—it was deliberate, commanding. “Yes.” His voice dropped lower, nearly a whisper. “Prove it.” The challenge hung between them, thick with tension. Her pulse hammered in her throat, but she didn’t hesitate. She reached up, her fingers threading into his dark hair as she closed the space between them, her lips grazing his—soft, testing, before she deepened it.

The sky over Karvess was the color of rust. Thick, swirling dust clouds hung low over the scrap fields, coating everything in a layer of fine, red powder. Jagged heaps of broken metal stretched as far as the eye could see, the discarded bones of an age long past. Somewhere in the middle of it all, a boy named Grant sat atop a gutted transport hull, staring up at the vastness above. "Same old sky," he muttered, running a hand through his dirty blond hair. "Same old nothing." It had been six years since he'd been left to fend for himself, abandoned in this wasteland of shattered starships and forgotten tech. Six years of scraping by, salvaging parts to trade for food, dodging scavengers meaner and hungrier than he was. But today was different. Today, his life would change forever. A sharp hum filled the air, making the fine hairs on the back of his neck stand up. His hands, buried in the exposed circuitry of a wrecked cockpit, tingled as the old display flickered to life. Then, a voice spoke. -System activated- Hello, user. I am the Star Navigator System. I am at your service. Grant froze. His heart hammered against his ribs. This wasn’t just any old ship AI. Star Navigators were rumored to be relics of the Pre-Imperial Era, capable of piloting ships faster and smarter than any modern system. This... this could be his way out. "Star Navigator System?" Grant echoed, his voice barely above a whisper. Then, a slow grin spread across his face. "Huh, maybe I can get into the Academy with this... Or even, create an army!" The screen pulsed with light, scanning him, assessing. Somewhere in its code, something shifted, acknowledging him as its new pilot. And just like that, Grant's future stretched wide before him—wider than the skies, wider than the stars themselves.

_______ On May 28, 2010, the world was forever changed by the third awakening. Suddenly, smaller worlds connected with the main world and beings of different races appeared, each with their own unique powers. The world was thrown into chaos as people tried to understand and control these newfound abilities. But amidst all the confusion, towering structures began to appear all over the world. These towers held unimaginable power, and those who were already gifted with abilities could upgrade and become even stronger. Even those without powers could gain them through rigorous tests within the towers. As expected, conflicts erupted across the globe as everyone scrambled to claim these towers for themselves. And at the heart of it, all was Luan Dimas, a man who had lived for a thousand years and had amassed an arsenal of techniques. He was transported back four months before the awakening, and now had the chance to correct his past mistakes. Luan knew that he couldn't let this opportunity slip away. He had to make the most of this new chance and take control of the towers before anyone else could. But with so many others vying for power, the competition would be fierce, and the battles even more brutal. With his knowledge and skill, Luan would have to fight his way through the chaos and overcome any obstacles in his path. The fate of the world hung in the balance, and Luan was determined to come out on top, no matter what it took. _______ The 'Earth' in this novel is not the same Earth we currently live on, so don't use our common sense for this novel. After all, this is pure fantasy. _______ Discord Server: discord.gg/rK69edsWyt _______

In the dawn of time, a family of ordinary sailors and fishermen unknowingly stumbles upon a fate that would forever alter their destiny. A goddess, angered by their alleged act of theft against her, cursed them to sail the seas eternally, plundering treasures and pillaging wealth. And they came to be known as the first pirates to ever exist. This curse, however, came with an unexpected twist; immortality. For centuries, the family navigated the treacherous waters, exploiting their newfound gift, to amass power and riches. They became the stuff of legend, feared and revered by all who crossed their path. Their dreaded name, "The Damned Ones," struck terror into the hearts of both men and gods. Years passed, and the goddess, seemingly capricious, lifted the curse, allowing the family to set foot on land once again. But this freedom came with a catch; their immortality remained, a double-edged sword that rendered them invincible and more formidable. And as the ages went by, the family's exploits became the tales told in myths and legends, but they themselves, lived among the humans. They built civilizations, sowed chaos, and reveled in their unparalleled power. Even the powerful rulers and other immortal factions trembled at the mention of their name. They were an overpowered, unkillable set of monstrosities that wanted nothing more than to have fun. After years of separation, the family reunites, only to discover that one of them had gone missing. But that was only just the beginning. A new enemy had emerged from the darkness, one who had in his possession a mysterious and terrifying power, one capable of killing even the unkillable family. The family, driven by a mix of concern and self-preservation, put aside their differences and join forces to vanquish the threat. Allied once again as one, their unyielding resolve and unmatched power would be tested like never before, but one thing was certain– they would not go quietly into the night. They had lived for tens of centuries and have gotten unaccustomed to death. The battle for their existence had begun, and the fate of the world hung in the balance. They fought against both old and new foes, in a world where the supernatural was nothing more than a fairy tale, living up to their mythical title as the... IMMORTALS

The cold stone hall was dimly lit with flickering torches. Shadows stretched long across the floor. At the far end of the room, the King sat high on his throne, surrounded by High Lords, Generals, and Counselors. Silence hung thick in the air as the Ice Viking entered. He stood in the center, arms at his side, eyes forward. “Viking,” the King called from his seat. Varnok didn’t move. “Yes,” he replied flatly. One of the High Lords stood up in anger. “In the presence of your King—you kneel!” The knights draws their Swords. Varnok stayed still. “You’re not my king,” he said calmly. The King raised a hand. The knights lowered their swords. “Let him be,” the King said, leaning forward. “Ice Viking… step forward.” Varnok walked slowly across the cold stone floor. “There is war between the Vikings and this kingdom,” the King said. Varnok kept walking. “It’s your kingdom,” he answered. “That has nothing to do with me.” The lords murmured in outrage. “You think they’ll stop there?” the King asked, raising a hand for silence. “You know what those animals are like. Vikings… they don’t stop until they’ve burned everything to ash.” “And yet I’ve protected the village just fine,” Varnok said. “Without your help. Like it’s always been.” “Without my help, there’d be no village to protect,” the King snapped. “There is a village,” Varnok said, meeting his eyes. “And not once have you offered it your help.” “King... please. What an excuse.” The king nodded toward the general standing beside him. Without hesitation, the general stepped forward and struck Varnok across the face. Then a second punch to the stomach. Finally, a heavy kick to the leg. Varnok dropped to one knee. “Good,” the King said, tipping his goblet and pouring wine over Varnok’s head. “Like the animal you are.” Murmurs filled the hall. > "What an animal." "Fits clearly—a dog." "All Vikings should just die." "Disgusting things." The King laughed with joy as he was Pleased by the words of the people. He leaned forward again, with his voice low. “Maybe we should start with your wife… and child.” The room fell into a deadly stillness. Varnok’s eyes snapped open—glowing bright, ice-blue. A shiver cut through the entire hall. The ground began to vibrate. Goblets trembled. Torches flickered lower. Then came his voice—cold, deep, inhuman. Like the cracking of ancient glaciers. “If a single breath so much as brushes their skin…” “I will bring down such ruin upon this kingdom that even the crows will starve for lack of flesh. I will freeze your rivers. Silence your bells. And watch your palace rot from the inside—As your screams echo in halls no one dares enter. Pray your tongue forgets their names… before I remember yours.” No one moved everywhere was silent. Even the air seemed too afraid to stir.

The clock ticked ominously in the dimly lit apartment, shadows stretching across the walls like dark tendrils. Jane's hands shook as she picked up her phone, her heart pounding in her chest. She glanced at the mirror, catching a glimpse of her reflection-eyes wild, lips trembling. With a deep breath, she dialed 911. "Police emergency," a calm voice answered. "Come to 123 Maple Street," Jane's voice was urgent, laced with desperation. "Unless it's going to be a vulture's desire..." "Ma'am, can you explain what's happening?" The dispatcher's tone shifted from routine to concerned. "No time!" Jane interrupted, panic rising within her. "Just come!... As she hung up, the silence felt suffocating. Memories flooded her mind-her ex-boyfriend's betrayal with her former best friend, the gut-wrenching pain of being replaced. She could almost hear their laughter echoing in her ears, mocking her. With tears streaming down her face, Jane sank to the floor, clutching the phone tightly. A dark resolve settled within her...

in a old fashioned bar, a gigantic figure sat on a crimson red padded chair with gold edges, in his hands a cigar the size of a barrel burned as he glanced at the bloodied pale figure infront of him, kneeling down as a silver sword hung over their neck. “where is it, where is the usb.”

> “I died once. And when I woke up... I wasn’t human anymore.” In a world where the divine treat mortals like livestock, every soul is born under a sigil — a mark that determines your fate. The Blessed rule. The Cursed suffer. The Markless... are hunted. Nero Caelum was Markless. Beaten. Tortured. Dissected. Experimented on. Then, during the Purge, they hung his body from the Church Gates as a warning to the others. That day, something ancient — something older than gods — heard his screams. He was given a second life. But not as a man. As a Revenant of the Abyss — a creature born from the deepest layers of death, pain, and cosmic wrath. Now, Nero returns. No longer human. No longer sane. No longer merciful. And his first words upon return? > “I’ll paint this world red with the intestines of its gods.” --- Genres: Dark Fantasy · Horror · Psychological · Gore · Supernatural · Action · Tragedy · Antihero Tags: Extreme Gore · Cannibalism · Body Horror · Torture · Betrayal · Demonic · Eldritch · Overpowered MC · Massacre · God Killing · Antihero Protagonist · System · Reincarnation · Madness · Lovecraftian · War Crime · Human Experimentation · No Romance · Mindfuck

"KRRRRRR-CHAKKKKK!!!" That sound... like a sack of meat being squeezed between grinding machines and bones being crushed slowly. Colin's body was ripped in half from the waist up, his intestines gushing out like disgusting pink ropes. The rest of the body was thrown into the air-against the cave wall-and hung bleeding like meat that the butcher failed to hang. Her scream was incomplete. Only the sound of "Agh-GUUHHKKKK!!" turned into a torrent of blood. The creature stepped forward, tearing into its next victim again, its voice now turning into a foul mutter full of rage, like living flesh laughing and crying at the same time. "HHHHUHUHHHH... HRRRRRGHGGGHH... NNNNRRRRRRAUUUK HHH-!!!"

Swords slashing through skin, battle cries filled the air as the two armies waged war against themselves,the earth soaking in their blood. A woman cried out,"Don't hurt me. Please don't hurt my-". But before she could finish, her head was brutally severed off. The soldiers surged into the homes of the commoners, dragging each and every one of them to their own deaths. Innocent Citizens Admist the chaos, a woman held a poor and dirty looking five-year-old child dearly in her arms as she fled for dear life. She patted her head gently with a whisper,"Don't worry, my child. We'll be safe". The little girl in her arms watched as her entire town was being destroyed in the bloody massacre. Livestock escaping for shelter, the tables at the market were overthrown and the town square was thrown in great pandemonium. The emperor,who had led the war sat proudly and triumphantly on his horse, smiling wickedly at the Duke's head which was hung high on the wall. He shouted,"Raze down the entire city of the rebels. Nothing with breath should be left alive". Swords clashing, clubs clanging and agonizing cries were heard. A soldier gazed at the fleeing woman and thundered,"Don't let her escape ". Hearing this, the woman ran even faster. "They're coming for us. They're coming for us ". She dropped the child in the nearby bush and said,"Stay quiet and live on. You must not die. Promise me that". The little girl nodded with her big eyes and remained quiet. Soon eno,the soldiers caught up with the woman and without wasting time, an arrow was pierced into her heart. The child watched with stinging tears as her mother fell lifelessly to the ground. Another soldier pointed out,"She was holding a child. Find the child and kill". The little girl held her breath and closed her eyes but she was never found. After a while, a bomb set off and althe entire city was caught in flames. The child fell to the ground due to the impact and lost consciousness, with little flames by her side. After the fire had died down and the troop had retreated, a man with well-hidden face walked stealthily in the town, searching for war survivors. He stumbled across the little frame and gently placed his fingers around her neck, checking for pulse. He breathed out in relief,"Atleast a survivor". The child opened her eyes slowly to look at the man whose face was hidden except his eyes. He patted her head as he squat beside her,"Do you have a name?" "Zhang Li" came the weak reply. "Well, Zhang Li, from today, you'll live with me". The man said and with that, he carried her onto his back and out of the ruins left of the city. As Zhang Li gazed at the land and the scattered bodies with her tear-striken face, she made her first unconsciously into a ball. She asked inwardly,"Why?Everyone's dead". As young as she was, she mentally swore revenge on those responsible for the slaughter. But will she be able to carry out that revenge when she finds herself inlove with the crown prince? Will she set her feelings aside or will she be blinded by love and settle for peace instead?