Mor Tattoo

I am Racist. … I mean, my name is Racis T. I was a stand-up comedian. The flop one. The one who only get laughs when someone else is making fun of him. Anyway, I was doing one such show in a bar and since I like dark humor, I was cracking jokes around that. The show I was doing was in a run down bar, frequently visited by wicked tattooed motor bikers sort of people. I spewed some humorous jokes but no one seemed to get them as they were not laughing or maybe they got the jokes, that’s why they weren’t laughing. All in all, they were ignoring me. Being ignored didn’t sit right with my inner artist, who was starving to death, therefore, I decided to go darker. Though, I shouldn’t have done that. One of my jokes or maybe all of them triggered a man and as a result, he head-shotted me and I died on the stage. But see this : A man got triggered and he pulled the trigger. I did some word play here. But who cares. I am dead anyway. All I wanted was a successful show, people laughing and loving me and girls too. I am a true artist. I don’t care about money. All the money I would have earned I would be giving it to others. I would distribute 0.001 percent of all my money to the people in need. I don’t care about money at all. Nevertheless, a death is a death. So my story ended. Though, if there is an afterlife I would like to become a successful comedian, have a loving wife and have good enough money so I can afford only a three time meal and a humble private yacht or a jet will do too. I don’t care about money anyway. That was my dying wish. Though, I am using ‘though’ too much, don't mind. So yeah, as I was saying, I had that wish only if there was an after life and turned out… There really was an after life. Though, (‘though’ again?) it wasn’t what I wished for at all!!

And then I feel his nose on my neck as he nuzzles me, with the tip of his fingers tracing where my tattoo is supposed to be on the nape of my neck. I try to push him away,I really do but it feels like he is just too strong or my other senses have been weakened. "I want to see you" he says bitting my already red and sensitive ear tip I force myself to keep my eyes open and my mouth shut to close off whatever strange sound was about to come out of it. "I...I....you ...are..." And he moves away and I almost grumble from the loss of contact That bastard

La Familia Su, la más rica de la ciudad, ¡de repente tiene un querubín de tres años! Todos pensaron que esta pequeña era la hija ilegítima de Su Qi, el famoso mujeriego del círculo del entretenimiento, ¡solo para encontrar a los siete hermanos Su arrodillados y llamándola tía! Todo Ciudad del Norte se moría de risa: ¿Para qué sirve tu tía aparte de tomar leche? La mía al menos puede bordar para mí. Su Qi: ¿Bordar? Mi tía puede atrapar fantasmas, demonios y zombis, talentos que atraen la atención de todos. ¿Tu tía puede hacer eso? Su Liu: Mi tía puede perseguir aviones con una espada voladora, ¿tu tía puede hacer eso? Su Wu: Mi tía puede curar enfermedades con la Acupuntura de la Puerta Fantasma de los Trece, ¿tu tía puede hacer eso? Su Si: Mi tía puede hacer un quíntuple salto en patinaje artístico, ¿tu tía puede hacer eso? Su San: Mi tía puede conseguir fácilmente un pentakill en juegos, ¿tu tía puede hacer eso? Su Er: Mi tía gana premios en pintura tradicional china, pintura al óleo y pintura de tinta. ¿Tu tía puede hacer eso? Su Da: Mi tía ayuda a mi empresa a ganar mil millones al día, ¿tu tía puede hacer eso? Más tarde, la pequeña tía de la Familia Su creció y en silencio comenzó un romance con su guapo, hábil y amigo de la infancia. Al unísono, los siete hijos de la Familia Su rugieron: ¡Aléjate de nuestra tía!

Battling an unusual form of personality dissociation, Motan admits to feeling the weight of immense pressure bearing down on him. Amidst this turmoil, he finds solace in a virtual escape called "The Realm of Innocence," a game that has become his sanctuary from stress. In the realm where ambiguity reigns, Motan's behavior is unpredictable and impetuous, making him the instigator and mastermind behind myriad events that spiral out of control. Yet, within the sphere of virtue, his resilience and courage shine through, earning him the admiration of many who see him as the epitome of a righteous knight and a fair judge. When dwelling in the balance of absolute neutrality, he adopts a demeanor of modesty and lethargy, mirroring the ordinary essence of every soul. Conversely, in the domain of chaotic evil, he transforms into a figure of madness and cruelty, embodying the very essence of a demon and deceiver, showing kindness only to himself. "Tan Mo is the most extraordinary Bard I have ever encountered, though he is... perplexing, to say the least," comments Countess Leisha, reflecting on his complex nature. "Mor is a man of distinguished integrity! Having met him just once, I am convinced that he is someone one can confidently turn their back to," declares Gwen, the leader of the Rose Rot, acknowledging his noble character. "If you're in search of the ideal neighbor, look no further than Hei Fan," recommends Alchemist Luna, suggesting his suitability for companionship. Yet, amidst these varied testimonies, a warning resonates, "Don't talk about that man!" indicating a mysterious, perhaps darker aspect of his persona that remains unexplored.

Calcium is a local recluse, penniless, but unexpectedly becomes useful as she gains a rare unique ability - Tattooist of Stories. - Is my life really not that bad? Now I can become rich! telegram: https://t.me/nikomela

My grandfather was a tattoo artist, but he tattooed evil things. Tattooing, an ancient technique, flows quietly through the ages. In ancient times it was called Ink, in the ancient literary language called NI, is with the ink of the needle into the bottom layer of the skin, so as to outline the pattern and words on the skin. In China, the tradition of tattooing flowers on the body for good luck and worship has been going on for 2,000 years. There is a kind of tattoos, with the mysterious Yin - related magic, is said to have the evil, transit, wealth, peach blossom, security and many other magical effects, the world is called the Tattoos of Gods and Ghosts. around the mysterious yin and yang tattoos, a period of thrilling, full of colorful stories began, which hidden secrets and taboos, will actually be hidden! Secrets and taboos, where will the protagonists lead ......

Athena, Earth’s most glamorous lone assassin and the seal bearer of the Death Goddess, met her end on her final mission. She succeeded in eliminating the world’s most powerful Mafia leader with her bare hands, but it came at the ultimate cost, her life. Or so she thought. Instead of the eternal rest she expected, Athena’s soul transmigrated into the body of Athena Demerin, a rising celebrity in the Interstellar Era of the Andromeda Galaxy. As the cherished granddaughter of the Northern Duke on planet Asenus, the original Athena had strived to carve out her own path to stardom without leaning on her family’s immense power. But ambition came with a heavy price. She died from exhaustion… or so the official story claimed. The truth? Someone orchestrated her death. Now, the new Athena has inherited not only this body but its unresolved mysteries. Determined to unravel the secrets behind the original Athena's death and fulfill her dreams, she must also navigate a world of fame, family legacies, and interstellar intrigue. But life throws her another curveball, a marriage to Major General Mors Jericho, the galaxy’s most brilliant young warrior. Revered by millions, he is admired for his strength, intelligence, and commanding presence. Yet beneath the surface of this union lies a web of secrets that could shift the balance of power across the galaxy. As she uncovers the truth behind the forces conspiring against her, Athena must confront her own feelings about Mors. Can a marriage built on duty transform into love? Or will her husband turn out to be her greatest adversary? Will she follow her heart, carve her own destiny, or succumb to the shadows of her past?

Purity a lowercase, clumsy, weak but determined angel suddenly volunteered to fight Abaddon, the 7th prince of hell who was pushed to earth to cause chaos on earth taking souls through deals Reborn but adopted into a family of riches and wealth faced bullying from her family but was favored by the head. Balancing her duties as an angel and the perfect granddaughter, It was purity’s job to take souls to heaven was it was time, both Abaddon and purity crossed paths couple of times but didn’t have any interaction. Roaming countries and countries for centuries Abaddon didn’t mind to purity until one night in an intense fight they were struck by lightning waking up they switched powers. ……………………………………… waking up to a burning sensation on her forehead purity whimpered, rubbing her head which just made the pain worse. looking around she wasn’t in her room, she was enveloped in an atmosphere of dark luxury.the air thick with leather and polished wood. candelabras with black candles cast flickering shadows on the walls adorned with intricate gold patterns. Massive, velvet- upholstered in deep burgundy and ebony wood chaise lounge dominated the space. A grand piano it’s ebony surface polished to mirror sheen sits silently in a corner. The bed which she layed on a grand king sized bed with black silk duvet and matching velvet pillows the wood on the head board was flawlessly carved with designs reminiscent of anique demon seal the bed positioned centrally purity jumped up seeing Abaddon staring at her with rage a halo atop his head his wings white but black in the very end and most importantly the cross tattoo on his wrist. “why are you with my halo?” purity stood on the bed attempting to take it but Abaddon threw her to the vanity table shattering the mirror “what did you do?!” Purity got up bleeding from her side she looked at herself in the shattered glass an upside down cross on her forehead her wings black, purity screamed “what did you do?!” she ran to punching his chest but Abaddon quickly raised her by the neck his grip tightening, purity couldn’t breathe the doors burst open Abaddon immediately dropped purity who gasped for air before looking up her voice still chocked “I can explain”

[Abstinent wild male demon x charming female supermodel] [Double purity + lust + pulling each other] Enchanting, sexy, with a pair of extremely beautiful fox eyes. This was Gu Ye’s first impression of Rong Yi. —— Gu Ye, thirty years old. The founder of G&Y Wilderness Magazine was a natural wild man. He gave up his family company to do photography and founded his own magazine, which became famous all over the world. Black tattoo below the collarbone - Freedom Forever, forever free, makes him more unrestrained and free. Some people say that Gu Ye has been celibate for a long time, and in his eyes, women are no different from the same sex, otherwise he would not be so abstinent. … Until one day, Gu Ye suddenly posted a Weibo like this. The copy is: Meeting you, I am so in love with you that I feel happy about it. The accompanying pictures are a set of nine photos taken by Gu Ye himself. She was a charming and extremely beautiful woman. In the photo, she looked happy or angry, so charming... As soon as the picture came out, it became a hot search on Weibo! Netizens quickly uncovered the woman’s identity, she is the internationally renowned supermodel Rong Yi. With her charming appearance and strong professional ability, she is known as the "T-stage Fairy".

And then I feel his nose on my neck as he nuzzles me, with the tip of his fingers tracing where my tattoo is supposed to be on the nape of my neck. I try to push him away,I really do but it feels like he is just too strong or my other senses have been weakened. "I want to see you" he says bitting my already red and sensitive ear tip I force myself to keep my eyes open and my mouth shut to close off whatever strange sound was about to come out of it. "I...I....you ...are..." And he moves away and I almost grumble from the loss of contact That bastard It is true that the enemity between the weres, vampires and witches have lasted for centuries,with the weres playing a vital role in the witches endangerment, hence raising questions at the birth of this child however if the claims are true it would be unwise to terminate a possible chance at upholding peace with the witches. "The devil will tell you nine truths so that you will believe one lie" ~Shannon Mayer, Shadowed threads *7 years ago* The rain is pouring heavily and without caution the sky lightens up followed by thunderous boomings, the scent of the earth is clean and fresh and my path is barely visible but that doesn't stop me from moving on. The heavy drops of rain as stones doesn't stop me and the painful slashes of leaves across my face doesn't stop me either. The cuts of slabs and shells on my bare feet doesn't stop me and the angry gust of wind doesn't stop me either. I'm drenched but I barely feel it ,I keep on walking on this beach like field and finally I spot it.... The old and scary looking cottage. How it still stands amazes me but that's not why I'm here And just like every other time,the rain abruptly stops and the sun brings forth her warmth with a smile and the hustling and bustling of nature returns ,the chirping of birds resumes the sound of swooshing waves can be heard and all of this ..... Happens only when she begins singing "Black bird, black bird, come to me, My sweet darling, my heart's ecstasy. The wind is whispering secrets in my ear, Of a freedom waiting, beyond this drear...." Never have I ever heard a voice so sweet it drips honey. A voice that beckons the trees to sway their stems and leaves to it's tune. A voice that sounded like the mother of creation. The voice of earth herself. Slowly I make my way into the cottage and I find her in the same spot I've always had. Her back to me as she sits on a dressing table brushing her thick and long red hair with a calm and alluring glow. A beauty She appears to be the only presence of life in the seemingly dead room. I walk closer to her till I'm at arms length "...Your wings so fragile yet strong and free..." I believe she feels my presence when she stops singing then drops the brush on the table and with a sweet smile causing her doe eyes to brighten, gestures for me to sit down as she rises with a grace I would never be able to posses not even in a lifetime. I do as she directed and take her position on the stool and she picks up the brush and begins dressing my hair. I look into the mirror in front of which we ceremoniously sit as our images can not be reflected. "Why won't you just let me help you?" I ask trying to turn to face her but she keeps me in place with a hand on my shoulder. I sigh in defeat. "What are you going to teach me today?" She pauses for a while. "Nothing" her whisper barely audible. "Tell me something...... I'm not the only one who knows about you,am I?" She resumes brushing. "What did you see?" "Who did I see?" I retrieve the brush from her and place it on the table I turn to look at her same time she turns and walks to the bed to sit "Nothing here is real,love" "Is he the reason you're trapped here?" "Like you he's one of the reasons I want to get out " "Does he know he's my dad?"

Hook: "Miss Jiang, your perfume contains the memories of three dead souls." Full Synopsis: Top perfumer Jiang Se receives an anonymous request to recreate the last scent inhaled by the deceased. When she extracts the forbidden fragrance "Path to Hades"—a signature blend of her ex-lover—from a tycoon's remains, she's confronted by Inspector Lu Chen, an anosmic detective who possesses synesthetic abilities to see smells as colors. "Your 'Redemption' perfume carries the stench of my sister's corpse," Lu Chen whispers, his fingers tracing the vial as silver hues swirl in his eyes—the color he associates with lies. A series of gruesome murders unfolds: 1. A millionaire dies with burst olfactory nerves, surrounded by test strips of Jiang's latest collection 2. A Michelin chef drowns in bitter almond syrup laced with her wedding fragrance 3. A virtuoso pianist's ear canals bloom with jasmine flowers during a death livestream promoting her signature scent As Jiang discovers all victims were subjects in a memory-transplant experiment three years prior, Lu's synesthetic color charts warn: "The next corpse will carry your DNA scent." With 72 hours until her grand perfume launch, Jiang stares into the mirror. The jasmine tattoo on her nape emits azure mist—the final ingredient in the ultimate olfactory weapon.

Destinee is a woman who lived her life through nothing but her sins and carnal desires. She never once looked back on her mistakes due to her pride, which corrupted her mind until that pride slowly turned to hubris. When Jesus returned and took all of his faithful servants to paradise, this left the nonbelievers and sinners to traverse a world with little left and diminishing signs of God's protection. Unfortunately, that wasn't the end. The sinners with sins that consumed their entire lives gained these tattoos known as Marks of the Beast and were given curses that granted them supernatural abilities, but each time these sinners used these powers, they would suffer the backlash of their sins within their minds and souls.

【Crazy Reborn × Foodie Transmigrator】 When he held the knife of self-destruction and pierced through the hearts of two people, he smiled and said that he wanted to be buried forever on Valentine's Day. Reborn on the day he first saw her in the mental hospital, Henry Smith was surrounded by twisted mental power. This time, he had sharpened the shackles in advance - even if he had to break all her wings, he would raise the holy sister into his exclusive creeper. Forced to become the affectionate female lead, Clara Jones stumbled back when she saw the wedding ring handed to her. When the boy wrapped her wrist with a blood-stained ribbon, she trembled and took out a chocolate bar: "Little brother, do you want some dark chocolate to calm your nerves?" On the day when Wenya's bamboo horse sent the wedding dress, he crushed the ribs that stored the crystal core; When the thunderous ability user Lei Ming came to save the scene, he broke the wrist bone of the man holding the gun. All men who try to take away her gaze are made into wandering puppet zombies. "All doomsday dawns should be burned to ashes", moist fingertips roll over the cream at the corner of her lips, "I want my sister's eyes... only reflecting the blood-colored aurora of the demon king." Sick Notebook Double main line before and after wearing the book: It turns out that the hidden layer of the wedding ring cut open by the original owner at the end contains her implicit love for the sick younger brother (pseudo-sea king true salvation) Reverse ability: Mental control madman × space materialization foodie (whenever there is a crisis, the female lead will materialize a luxury sashimi platter) Doomsday Rose Tattoo: The blood-stained white ribbon at the beginning → the satin ribbon wrapped around the wedding dress → the baby blanket ribbon throughout the article [heart] Now, the fox-eyed younger brother is tilting his head to untie your nurse's uniform buttons, and the ice ability user in the distance is collapsing—— Push open / Use cheese cake to block his mouth

After a Christmas Eve fire destroys Emma's love and face, she returns to New York five years later as the mysterious owner of a gallery. When her former best friend puts on her engagement ring, and her cheating boyfriend is about to marry a third party, a bloody revenge in the name of art auction unfolds in Manhattan. The perfume trap at the masquerade ball, the fatal deal in the private jet, and the burn scars covered by iris tattoos will eventually become the nightmare totem of the betrayer.

Innocence was never meant for the addictive…  Addiction was something Krit Corbin accepted as part of his nature a long time ago. He decided to embrace it and flip his finger at the rules. Women had always been the number one thing on his list of addictions. He couldn’t get enough. Being the lead singer in a rock band had only made access to his favorite addiction that much easier. Being alone was the only thing Blythe Denton understood. The small town minister’s family that raised her hadn’t accepted her as their own. The minister’s wife had always made sure Blythe understood just how unworthy she was of love. When Blythe is sent away to college and given a chance to finally be free of living as an unwanted burden, she looks forward to having peace in her life. Being alone isn’t something that bothers her. She escapes reality in the stories she writes. However, the ridiculously sexy tattooed guy who keeps throwing parties in the apartment above hers is driving her crazy. For starters, he doesn’t treat her like she would expect a guy with a different woman always hanging on his arm to treat someone as uninteresting as her. She looks nothing like the gorgeous women she sees parading in and out of his apartment, but for some strange reason he keeps showing up at her door. During a party at his apartment, Krit’s new neighbor comes to the door with her long brown hair pulled up in a messy knot and a pair of glasses perched on her cute little nose. She wants him to turn down the music, but he convinces her to stay. Krit Corbin may have just found his biggest addiction yet. And Blythe Denton realizes too late that she’s finally been claimed. by Abbi Glines

Framed for his master's murder, swordsman Lin Yuan awakens in a foreign realm with dragon-scale tattoos spiraling up his right arm – markings that devour cultivators' essence. Hunted by the Celestial Vanguard and haunted by an ancient dragon's whispers, he navigates a world where qi meridians intersect with arcane ley lines. When a shattered starmap reveals humanity's theft of draconic divinity, Lin must choose between reclaiming his ancestral legacy or protecting the civilization built upon his kin's bones.

Read 'Auxiliary Chapter: Volume 1: Introduction + What to Expect' before delving in novel. ...... Synopsis: The owner of a game company woke up one day to find a strange tattoo in front of right hand's wrist. From that moment on, bizarre events began to unfold, leading him to uncover secrets about reincarnate. Would he be able to extract all the hidden information? Gradually, he learned that his world was on the brink of evolution, with many unusual entities poised to descend upon it, all in the form of a game. As the mystery of the strange tattoo slowly revealed itself, he faced a whirlwind of challenges and supernatural occurrences. Join the journey of this determined Sam as he unravels the mysteries surrounding him and confronts the issues that arise along the way.

Diary Entry of Mors [16 Jan 2025 - 3 May 2026]

Did you know Swans mate for life? Sure, they are ugly as ducklings but when they turn of age, they become beautiful swans and find their mate for life. Thats right, this story is about humans who are able to turn into swans (#tryingtobeoriginal) The royals are known as Titled; the royals are bigger and much more beautiful than others, also they tend to have more ducklings. The royals have blue blood and every year, they hold a gathering in effort to find and mate all the newly transformed beauties to find their mates. When the royals' mate, the mate's blood turns blue. The blue blood of a royal has to be earned before the gathering. The markings appear at the first transformation after their sixteenth birthday at night in the form of matching tattoos.

Morí y una entidad me permitió reencarnar, pero no en un mundo mágico con dragones y esas cosas, sino en uno en el que esta comenzando el apocalipsis zombi. Nota: Copie el "sistema de evolución de alma" de "Drack"

Alex a rich guy that got his money from inheritance with no family but a lot of money but that did not matter at the end of the world his mansion raided for supplies and he taken as a slave he has seen and heard many horrendous things finally five years of being a slave he got his chance opened the gate of and let in zombies killing hundreds of survivors and slaves seeing all the death he didn’t feel anything he was already dead soon he was devoured by zombies and ripped apart

Gazing lifelessly down at the thin Japanese sword in her clenched hand, the fifteen-year old's dull brown eyes followed each drop of crimson liquid hang off the tip of the sword and land soundlessly on the ground. "Celestia." The voice of a familiar creature reached her human ears. Her gaze trailed up to meet her masters pair and this initiated his anger but she remained emotionless as he began to complain. "What the hell was that just now? I've been training you for the last ten years and I don't remember you fighting with the speed of a snail. I wouldn't have been surprised if these weak demons killed you." The straight black strands of Celestia's silky hair sway slightly under her hood as she stepped off the pile of dead bodies. The sharp weapon she summoned earlier transformed into light, allowing itself to be absorbed by the tattoo on the palm of her hand. The male glared as she disregarded his last words and spun on her heels, intending to leave the sickening scene. "How many times have I told you to not act like that towards me?" His form materialised in front of her, this allowing his long fingers to wrap around her neck. Celestia choked as her body was driven back and smacked against one of the trees in the vast forest. He released her once her face grew pale and watched smugly as she coughed and desperately inhaled as much as oxygen as she could. She bowed stiffly towards her master as soon as she managed to sort herself out. "I apologize, Zerro." His lips formed into a cruel grin and he unexpectedly planted a kick in her stomach causing Celestia to hit against the rough bark a second time. "You are just a weapon…nothing else." ------------------------------------------------------------------------ During a majority of her life, Celestia suffered through misfortune after misfortune, thanks to the demon, Zerro, who tricked her into creating a contract with him. When Han, a new student transfers to her school, he makes it his mission to help lift away her suffering. Will he succeed or will Zerro stop him from doing so?

When a rival gang ruins his carefully planned bank robbery, Williams Albert is left with more questions than answers. He sets out to uncover the truth, which leads him to the mysterious Isabella, a woman with a cryptic tattoo and a secret motive. As they cross paths, Williams is torn between his thirst for revenge and his increasing fascination with the elusive Isabella. But when the truth finally emerges, will Williams be able to control his anger, or will the outcome be disastrous?

Eogan Dubhan, the illegitimate heir of the legendary hero Cian Chulainn legacy, bears a dark secret: he remembers a past life as Fergus Mor, the most feared fey lord in history. Centuries ago, Fergus led a monstrous horde in a bid to conquer the world, only to be defeated by Cian, who sealed the practice of raising monsters as taboo for all time. Now, in a world that condemns the very act his bloodline once embraced, Eogan secretly raises monsters of his own, while a new threat emerges—demonic creatures born of Fergus's past sins. With the fate of humanity hanging in the balance, Eogan faces an impossible choice: will he inherit the dark ambitions of his former self, or rise as a hero to stop the world’s destruction? Power, redemption, and the line between hero and villain blur as Eogan’s destiny unfolds. ------------------------------------------------------------------ Author's Note: Publishing Schedule Update Dear Readers, Thank you for your continued support and enthusiasm for my stories! To help you keep track of updates, here's my current publishing schedule: Daily Updates The Ripple of Ashes Perkatory: Coffee, Zombies, and the Brewmaster System These two stories will receive updates every single day so that you can follow their progress without pause! Three Updates Per Week Rebirth of a Fey Lord – Updates on Monday, Wednesday, and Friday. The Unicorn's Curse – Updates on Tuesday, Thursday, and Saturday. I'll do my best to maintain consistency, but if delays ever occur, I'll keep you informed. Your patience and feedback mean the world to me! Happy reading, and thank you for being part of this journey! Warm regards, Sarah Rosellet

A handsome half-orc with a hulking body filled with perfect muscles stands carrying a great axe over one shoulder. His neon blue eyes watching the void, waiting for those that would threaten his world. Huge creatures with monstrous figures, beasts of the abyss, here to kill the orc. Their angered shrieks and pained screams filled the air. The corpses of these monsters surround his body, forming his throne of dread. His long tail smashed down, turning them into pulp while using his brutal axe with powerful chops, cleaving them into pieces. "This world shall become ours; you cannot stop our legion! Orc!" a distorted and evil voice sounded. "WATCH ME!" Shouted the orc, filled with confidence and pride. In defiance, a purple mist shrouded him as he transformed into a monster himself, with long gryphon wings and sharp horns from his head—a hulking muscular body and legs filled with thick scales and black hooves. Bang! The orc stepped forward, his heart burning with passion and desire as he bellowed with a demonic and distorted voice. "I am the Sovereign of Dread, foul Daemons. This is MY world! Return to your wasteland to rot, or DIE!" He was a manticore, the only male manticore ever to exist. He fights not for power. Not for glory! Alistair "Raven" Granbell fights only for his beloved women and because he LOVES to fight the strong and crush them under his axe Mor'vaal and prove he deserves his Dread Sovereign title. Dread Sovereign is exclusively published on Webnovel.com.

Life's a bitch but I'm a bigger bitch Kesha is a difficult person to be with, she is different and hates everyone, building a fence around her heart. Painful experiences from the past, bad occurrences has made her harder and difficult to please. Sebastian moved to a new country, different and new people, he falls in love Kesha and tries to win her over. Will she accept him? Will she learn to love him? Will she be finally accept him? With the lovely childhood and all the love Kesha couldn't get, will Sebastian be able to win her over excerpt: I am not your everyday teenager. Well I am sixteen and a whore. I guess that makes me a Villain. I would look mad ass sexy in a Villain suit. "You have to learn to knock mom. You do not want to see me in bed with a boy, fucking my brain out"I snapped at her walking out of the bathroom. Excerpt : Just drive us to my sudden doom" I said and placed my legs on the dashboard. My top might have ridden up a little and I just could not possibly stop myself from grinning whenever I caught him staring "Does someone love my tattoos?" I asked with a teasing smile and a silly look plastered on my face "They are beau--ti--ti--ti--ful--ful" he stammered and held the steering wheel tighter "Cats got your tongue or are you just nervous around a sexy thing like me" I said and purred, enjoying how he was getting red. He was a tough one, he refused to stare at me, he just kept his focus on the road. "Awww, am I not tempting enough to steal your attention?" I said mocking how focused he was. I caught his eyes moving from me to the road. I have gotten a reaction "So I am tempting?" I asked with a  smirk plastered on my face. I got my legs off the dashboard and moved closer to him resting on the armrest and holding my amused face  "Do you want to see a very cute tattoo?" I asked and purred in his ears, he did not answer me but I knew I was affecting him. "So you do not want to see?" I asked faking a   frown and pouting  "I do" he said in a rushed tone, someone is excited, he turned to look at me and caught my smirk "I knew you would" I said. I tugged the neck of my shirt to make it lower to reveal the tattoo I had on my chest. "You like?" I asked He nodded and turned to look at the road. "Aww you are looking all red and stuff" I teased and poked him for added effects. "I had no idea boys could be this red" I added and continued to tease him with my laughter 'I think he has had enough teasing for a day'   my subconscious reminded me. I turned to look at Sebastian, he was red and was gripping the wheels like his life depended on it. He really makes teasing easy but not fun, he is not flirting back, making me look like a whore 'You are one' my subconscious reminded me again, I gasped and smirked 'Am I?' I wanted to laugh at my own joke but I do not think Sebastian is ready for more craziness. I sort of miss Regina, sorry my room, I might be asleep right now or trapped in a book, got to keep straight A's. I looked up and realized the dirt path we were driving through looked familiar "Sebastian?" I called, he hummed to tell me he was listening "Where are we?" I asked "I have brought you to your doom...

Mara Ellison is a reclusive painter whose works are renowned for their raw emotion and haunting beauty. After a devastating breakup that leads to creative block, she retreats to her family’s old coastal estate, hoping solitude will bring inspiration. But inspiration comes in an unexpected form. Enter Rhys Calloway, a drifter with a magnetic presence, a smile that hints at trouble, and secrets etched into his very skin—scars, tattoos, and a gaze that sees too much. Against her better judgment, she asks him to model for her. What begins as an artist-muse relationship quickly spirals into something far more consuming. Rhys awakens a side of Mara she’s long buried—wild, reckless, hungry. But as her passion for him pours onto the canvas, she begins to unravel the secrets Rhys is hiding—and the darkness he’s running from. Their bond is electric, but it’s also volatile. Will loving him cost Mara everything she’s rebuilt—or will it save them both?

Excerpt* As Cian removed his jacket, revealing a serpent-like tattoo on his chest, a chill ran down her spine. “Who sent you?” she asked, her voice quivering as she clutched the sheets tightly around her. Cian smirked, “Which insignificant creature would dare to command me?” Confused, she glanced at the doors, praying for someone to walk in and save her from this dangerous stranger. “Then why are you here?” she managed to ask, her heart pounding in her chest. Cian casually tossed his jacket onto the nearest chair, revealing his muscular chest and the glowing, serpent-like tattoo that coiled around it. “For you, sweetheart,” he replied, his voice deep and seductive. She stared into his piercing, emerald-green eyes, awed by their luminescence. They seemed to pierce right through her, illuminating her heart and igniting a fire within her that she couldn’t quite extinguish. As Cian moved closer, he bent down to look her directly in the eyes, his gaze penetrating. “Marry me,” he whispered, his voice low and dangerous. She recoiled in horror, pushing his hand away as she tried to back away from him. “Pardon me, my Lord, but I must refuse your offer,” she said, her voice shaking with fear. Cian let out a low, sinister laugh as he pulled off his shirt, revealing the full extent of the tattoo that seemed to writhe and twist on his skin. He crawled onto the bed, pinning her down as he loomed over her. She struggled against him, trying to break free from his grip, but he was too strong. He leaned in close, his breath hot against her skin as he whispered, “Sweetheart, what is mine is mine, and what is yours is mine.” “She froze, her heart racing as she realized the danger she was in and how ridiculously aroused she was getting. Cian, with his piercing gaze and devilish grin, knew exactly what he was doing.

Set in a rich, fictional world where two vastly different kingdoms collide, Chains of the Crescent Moon weaves a tale of rebellion, forbidden love, and the fight for freedom. In the opulent Western kingdom of Luthadel, Prince Alden Roderic wrestles with his duty to uphold the traditions of a corrupt monarchy, including the brutal enslavement of conquered people. Torn between his role as heir and his growing disillusionment with the kingdom’s cruelty, Alden finds himself at a crossroads when he encounters Na-na, a fierce warrior princess from the fallen Eastern empire of Eryndor. Marked by a crescent moon tattoo symbolizing her royal lineage, Na-na is captured and enslaved after her homeland is destroyed. Their worlds couldn’t be more different. Na-na’s fiery spirit and refusal to submit challenge everything Alden has ever known, while Alden’s quiet strength forces Na-na to confront her own prejudices about the enemy she swore to hate. As a language barrier and deep-seated cultural divides threaten to keep them apart, they reluctantly form an alliance to dismantle the oppressive systems that enslave their people. Meanwhile, a parallel story unfolds in the distant East, where General Xian Feng, a cunning strategist from Na-na’s homeland, orchestrates a rebellion to reclaim Eryndor’s lost glory. Xian’s fate becomes intertwined with the Western kingdom when he discovers a dangerous secret buried deep within the heart of Luthadel—a secret that could either ignite a revolution or destroy both kingdoms entirely. As Alden and Na-na’s relationship deepens, their shared vision for justice propels them into a battle not just against a tyrannical regime but against the prejudices and traditions that have defined their lives. With alliances forged in the shadows and betrayals lurking at every corner, the pair must confront their personal demons while leading a rebellion that threatens to unravel the very fabric of their world. Will they succeed in uniting two fractured kingdoms, or will the chains of their past drag them into ruin? Chains of the Crescent Moon is a sweeping tale of love and revolution, where the fight for freedom comes at a cost—and where the heart of a kingdom is reborn in the ashes of rebellion.

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