Jesse Chambers

[WSA 2025 Entry] Growing up in poverty in the slums of Mushin, Nigeria, life was far from perfect for fourteen-year-old Jesse Jackson. Through the dark times, however, football was his one and only solace, comfort, and happiness — even despite his mother's obvious aversion to his love of the beautiful game. In spite of life's struggles, Jesse's dream was to join a football academy and to one day become a professional footballer. But in his pursuit of a career in football, a whole new world opened up to him, leading him to meet new friends, experience love and adventure, and uncover certain mysteries...

In the grand kingdom of Eldoria, where power and betrayal walk hand in hand, Queen Aurelia mysteriously vanishes without a trace. A shattered goblet of wine and a single blood-red ribbon left behind in her chambers. As chaos engulfs the kingdom, Sir Ronan Vale, the Queen’s most loyal knight and secret lover, embarks on a perilous journey to uncover the truth. But the deeper he digs, the more he realizes—this is no ordinary abduction. Aurelia is being held for a secret she alone protects—a hidden chamber that holds Eldoria’s greatest mystery. Enemies lurk in the shadows, alliances are tested, and shocking betrayals threaten to tear everything apart

When Jesse McGraw and his gang of outlaws crack open an ancient chest, they expect gold—not a death sentence. Marked by a creeping, unnatural brand, they soon realize the chest didn’t just curse them—it’s changing them. Now, every night, the Ghost Riders come. Twisted figures on horseback, neither alive nor dead, hunting them through the desert with glowing eyes and laughter that chills the soul. They don’t just want the chest back. They want Jesse and his gang to take their place. The longer they hold onto the chest, the stronger their powers grow—but so does the curse. As the gang struggles to control their new abilities, they discover that breaking the curse won’t be easy. Somewhere out there lies the key to their salvation—but it’s buried beneath blood, betrayal, and legends long forgotten. And the deeper they ride, the clearer it becomes: if they don’t find a way out soon, they won’t be running anymore. They’ll be hunting. Night is hell. Morning is mercy. And the clock is ticking.

When the port of Franik chokes on briny fog thick with the reek of decay, a witcher pierced through the heart by a pitchfork opens eyes that no longer belong to him—Bai Lang, a 21st-century zoologist, now inhabits this scarred body. Hired by a tavern keeper for three silver coins to dredge up a drowned earl’s bastard, he finds a spoon stamped with royal wax in the corpse’s bloated stomach. As fishing nets haul up indigo cloth fragments from the New World, the gallows creaks under the weight of its seventh “witch,” her charred ankles swaying above the harbor. Twelve letters bearing disparate noble crests steer Bai Lang toward a fractured silver sword’s trail: a sarcophagus in a monastery crypt weeps with a banshee’s lament, a cyclops’ birthmark glows upon a fishergirl’s collarbone in rhythm with the tides, and Crusader curses fester as sentient barnacles devouring sailors in a merchant ship’s belly. Yet the deadliest snare lies in the crown prince’s chambers—a unicorn tapestry woven from twelve bastards’ umbilical cords, every thread stitched with the witchers’ vanishing truth. Shrouded sails pierce the North Sea’s fury as the fabled Isle of Witchers emerges from mythic fog. When pyres of burning witches stain the horizon and the Pope’s dagger presses against a laboring mother’s fevered throat, Bai Lang clutches the final shard of silver and understands: the plague ravaging the Old World is no act of God, but a funeral orchestrated by New World capitalists and Old World theocrats. The last witcher’s blade, once plunged into monstrous hearts, must now carve an epitaph for the devils mankind has birthed—and bury an era in its silver grave.

Betrayed by his own comrades, Kael Zarion watched his closest friend, Lothar Holyreign, fall to a blade meant for enemies. Wounded and desperate, he fled deeper into the Tower of Calamity, sealing himself in a forgotten chamber where a crimson-lit relic awaited. “I'm sorry, Lothar… I failed you.” With regret in his heart and vengeance burning in his soul, Kael took his last breath. But death was not the end. Reborn as Licht Arthas, he awakens in a new life—one marked by an ancient god’s insignia and the power to defy fate itself. The gods rule this world, but Licht will carve his own path. Even if it means drowning the heavens in crimson.

The sky wept in crimson. A deep, unnatural red bled across the heavens, drowning Velmoria’s golden sunrise in an eerie, suffocating glow. The air was thick with an unshakable stillness, as if the world itself held its breath. Crowds gathered in the city streets, heads tilted upward in fearful awe at the sight of the blood-red eclipse—a celestial event unseen in Velmoria’s long history. In the heart of the empire, within the grand halls of the Imperial Palace, the echoes of a woman’s anguished cries shattered the silence. The Empress was in labor. Nobles and servants alike stood frozen in the corridors, their hands clenched in prayer, their faces pale with worry. For hours, her screams had filled the palace, each one weaker than the last. The royal physicians worked desperately, but the Empress—Velmoria’s radiant star, beloved by all—was fading. And then, silence. The heavy stillness that followed was more terrifying than her screams. A single cry pierced the air—the wail of a newborn. The moment the child took his first breath, the doors to the birthing chamber burst open, and a cloaked figure stumbled forward—an old seer, his eyes wide with horror. He raised a trembling hand toward the heavens, his voice cracking like brittle parchment. "The sun has bled to mark his birth!" he cried. "He will be the harbinger of ruin—the flames that will consume Velmoria!" His voice carried through the halls, past the nobles, past the gathered guards—out into the city, where the terrified people turned their eyes away from the red eclipse and toward the palace. A prince had been born. A cursed prince.

I spent a frustrating night in a bar and ended up waking up half-naked in a very luxurious chamber. ---- I was Barbara, a weak omega who had always been bullied in the Moon Glazed Pack because my wolf was so weak and useless. When the moon goddess destined me to be matched with Taylor Robinson, I discovered that Taylor was having an affair with her ex-boyfriend Ennik. I spent my frustrating night getting drunk at a bar and ended up having a one-night stand with a mysterious man. I thought he was just another Alpha or Beta. But after escaping from those harsh realities, I learned that he was Timothee Hemsworth, the Lycan of the Silver Armor Forest. When Taylor and Ennik were about to bully me again, Lycan Timothee came to my rescue and realized that there was a new life he created because of the one-night stand incident 5 years ago.

“These bedchambers have missed your scent.” His voice, low and rough, made her pulse quicken. Her fear surged, boundless, as he closed the stained glass doors behind him. “Please… let me go,” she pleaded, trembling as he pulled her close, his touch burning against her skin. “You fled this place while carrying my child. Why did you come back?” he murmured, his lips trailing down her neck as they had so many times before. “I… don’t know,” she managed, her voice barely a whisper. Luciana Mircea de Amanécer, princess of the Holy Empire that ruled the skies, had once lived in a world of beauty and privilege—a devoted father, joyful sisters, wealth, and a loving fiancé. Yet that life shattered with a single conversation. One day, her father appeared in her chambers, eyes solemn, bearing news that upended her world. “You will be married,” he said, but the name wasn’t that of the man she cherished. Instead, she was to be wed to the ruthless crown prince of the rival Demon Empire, an alliance forged to quell the simmering tensions between their kingdoms. “Father, please…” she begged. “My child,” he murmured, his voice heavy with regret. “It is your duty as the firstborn princess. This marriage will protect the realm… and your little sisters.” For the first time in her life, Luciana saw him bow to her, his plea wordless but clear. Yielding to her father’s desperate request, she accepted her fate. In a single day, she went from princess to wife, her dreams abandoned and her future reshaped. But the white wedding gown was soon stained crimson, marking her descent into a life she could never have anticipated. Could she learn to accept a man for whom compassion was an unfamiliar luxury, or would the love she had left behind rise to rescue her?

In a society where illegitimate children were treated as outcasts, Lily found herself among those shunned and scorned. She was ridiculed, trampled upon, and mistreated by her own family, yet she lacked the strength to stand up for herself. When a man proposed to her, she hesitated, wary of his intentions. But the desire to escape her wretched home outweighed her doubts, and she accepted, only for her fate to take a cruel turn. A day to her freedom, she was drugged by her step-sister and woke naked in the arms of the most feared Alpha, Alpha Lucian, who, to her horror, was her step-sister’s betrothed. She was accused of seducing him and was quickly sentenced to death. Her father, who had long wished to be rid of her, wasted no time in judging her. “Stanley Lily, you will no longer be associated with this family and pack, and shall be sentenced to death for tarnishing our honor!” He declared, striking his gavel upon the soundboard. Kneeling upon the cold stone floor, Lily trembled, her frail form barely able to endure the weight of the accusations. She curled in on herself as the crowd whispered vile things, their gazes filled with disgust. But she was too weak to defend herself, too powerless to refute their lies, not that anyone would believe her over her flawless step-sister. “You dare seduce my fiancé after all this family has done for you? How can you be so despicable?!” Selena cried, shedding crocodile tears as Williams, the man who had once professed his love for Lily, held her protectively. Lily watched, her heart sinking, as the man who had once been hers now comforted another woman before her very eyes. If only she was not an illegitimate daughter… If only she was as beautiful as Selena… If only her wolf side had manifested… Perhaps then, they would have accepted her. As her father, Alpha Brian declared her to be beheaded, a voice rang out from the crowd, silencing the murmurs and sending a ripple of shock through the onlookers. “I will claim her.” Lily was too weak to lift her head, but the voice stirred something within her. It was strong, commanding…familiar. Who would bother to save a worthless, forsaken she-wolf like her? — Just when she believed her life had reached its end, the very man who had taken her innocence stepped forward to claim her. Yet, rather than offering salvation, Alpha Lucian made his intentions cruelly clear. “Do not delude yourself into thinking I married you out of kindness,” he spat. “I did this to make you suffer for ruining my plans. You will never know happiness unless you find a way to fix your mistakes. Do you understand?” His voice thundered through the chamber, sending chills down Lily’s spine. Shrinking against the wall, she stammered, “Y-yes, Alpha Lucian…” “There will be no wedding ceremony,” he continued coldly. “And if you know what’s good for you, stay out of my sight. You will work as a maid in the omega quarters.” With that, he stormed out, the loud slam of the door leaving behind a suffocating silence. Lily clung to the hope that if she remained unnoticed, she might endure life within Alpha Lucian’s pack. But, as always, hatred always found her. She became a target of cruelty, not just from her mother-in-law, but even from the other omega maids, who tormented her without cause. How long could she endure? Would she resign herself to her fate, or somehow find her way into the Alpha’s heart?

Enemies to lovers? ✔️ Villainous and possessive ML?✔️ Fiery spirited FL?✔️ Dark Romance?✔️ Excerpt: “Wife?” Lady Karina repeated, almost shouting as if she'd misheard him. “I would not marry you even if you were the last man in this world,” she remarked with sweet venom, a poison Van Merikh would gladly drink. “You are a murderer and a thief. I do not want you!” “But I want you,” Van Merikh stated firmly, his dual-coloured gaze leaving no room for argument. “And that is where this conversation shall end, Lady.” Van Merikh threw open the door and practically dragged her to the base of the stairs that led to the upper floors. When she refused to mount the steps, he easily lifted her onto the first step and spanked her soundly on the bottom. “Go to your chambers,” he ordered softly. “This is not over,” Lady Karina growled. “I will fight you with the last breath in my body against this…this madness.” “Go, or you shall feel my hand on your backside again.” ************** Magic as the world of Ethuaria knew it came from the distinct markings specific to each bloodline and nation that a person may or may have not been born with. It would appear at birth on different parts of the child's body, bringing about unique abilities passed down in their bloodline from mother to child. And for eighteen-year-old Lady Karina Hyacinth Reinhardt, life had always been one of comfort and peace with the secret abilities of her bloodline. As the beloved, yet sheltered, heiress of Moonveil Keep on the borders of the Kingdom of Caelthywn, she spent her days managing her father's lands and overseeing the affairs of their people, never knowing true hardship. War as she knew it was a distant nightmare that would never touch her. That was until Orpheus Van Merikh, the most feared warlord across the lands, invaded her home and seized it for his claims. Known as the devil himself, Van Merikh does not simply claim Moonveil for its riches, but also for the rumoured beasts that the Reinhardt bloodline conceals from the world. He will stop at nothing to have them. Thrown into captivity, Lady Karina expects cruelty, and Van Merikh, being the brute that he is, proves her expectations to be true. As a calculating and disciplined man who kills without hesitation yet protects what he claims, when one of his knights speaks ill of her, Orpheus cuts him down without hesitation. Lady Karina is his prize, but he would not allow others to dishonour her. However, she is not as obedient as one might think. Thus, determined to reclaim her freedom, Lady Karina refuses to cower as she challenges the enemy at every opportunity. Her defiance amuses Van Merikh, who spares her life due to her efficiencies in managing Moonveil Keep. Along the way, as they battle to find common ground, Van Merikh faces a rebellion among his own knights, who reject his growing attachment to her. They would have her dead before she warmed his bed. And oddly enough, Lady Karina finds herself charmed by the other merciful half of Van Merikh, but when her father returns to Moonveil at her request, much changes henceforth. Conspiracies arise and she soon slips out of Van Merikh's hold when he leaves for yet another conquest away from Moonveil. All hell would break loose when the beast from the depths would return upon Moonveil only to find his angel is gone.

[MATURE CONTENT WARNING: READ AT YOUR OWN RISK] Jo has spent her life surviving on the streets, invisible among the hungry and desperate. She is a shadow in the city, quick fingers and quicker feet keeping her alive in a world that does not care whether she lives or dies. But one mistake—one stolen purse, one misplaced step—changes everything. Dragged before the Emperor’s mother, Jo expects punishment, perhaps even execution. Instead, she is taken to the Red Keep, not as a prisoner in chains, but as something far more valuable. The empire is built on fire and blood, and the Mother has plans for Jo—plans that involve silken chambers instead of cells, gowns instead of rags, and a fate far worse than death. Because in the empire, power is passed through bloodlines, and an heir born with the right lineage is worth more than gold. Now, Jo must navigate a court where she is both pawn and prisoner, where her body is no longer her own, and where love is just another tool of control. With enemies at every turn and a future she never chose looming ahead, Jo must decide—will she submit to the cage built around her, or will she become something more dangerous than they ever imagined? Because even birds in golden cages can learn how to bite.

Hua Jing was on top of the world. On the day she was to receive her Lifetime Achievement Award, she was involved in an accident which made her go into a coma. When she opened her eyes, she realized she was not in her original world but a world that was very unfamiliar! As soon as she opened her eyes, someone said by her ears, "Young miss! You are finally awake! Thank God. We can now begin preparations for your honeymoon!" Hua Jing was surprised. Honeymoon? What honeymoon? She was a proud single woman after that idiot Xu Ming had cheated on her so there was no way she could be married! When her senses fully return, she realized she has been transmigrated into a different universe and she truly has a husband and what was more surprising, her husband has six more wives! What a cheater! She clicks her tongue as she chases him away on the date he was to spend the night in her chambers! Her maid quickly shouts, "Young madam! You cannot treat the Prince of the Kingdom like this! Prince? Did she just say Prince? Hua Jing is confused. She desperately wants to go back! When she finally sees the Prince's real face, she realized he resembles someone from her other universe! Isn't that her enemy number one, the big star Fu Jing Rong? Oh Lord, how could that unreasonable man be her husband! Unacceptable! Totally unacceptable! ... My work is participating in a Contest. Please support by adding to your library.

He held her hand placing it on his chest looking at his hand on top of hers. "I give you my heart Zillah, lead me" . " Stop" she finally bursted into tears. Still being able to hold her breath from making sounds. She was drooling all over and he drew her even closer to her and hugged her like never before. She cuddled underneath his arms crying seriously but he stroked her gently until she was able to calm down. How did he manage to bear all this type of pain. How much was he going through that leaves him to no other decision than to want to change from who he was. He called her name softly "Zillah…" "I love when you call my name" she spoke like a baby with a cracked voice because she cried a lot and her hands folded and he pulled her away and looked at her with a smirk. "But you… " he was ready to call her out for what she said earlier but she placed her finger on his lips knowing what he was about to say next. His smile widened when he observed something. He moved his fingers to her neck and felt where he pierced her neck and felt the injury and blood. He held her neck tenderly healing her slowly. "This part could be more painful" he warned while healing her. She winced lightly and he stroked her face. "You've got to dominate, and I don't care if you're the seventh mundane or not". She spoke with intense gaze rooted on him "Am I?...." "You are the Crown's Mundane". Alvah, the soul of Celestial, son of First Chamber Empyreal of Fire Deivigan Vimal because the first ever infernal who lived anonymously and as the Seventh Mundane. Zillah will be the mediator between Alvah and Tartarus. Costing her life will have to be the priority if Elysian has to be saved but what if Alvah takes the risk instead?. This is a realm of the conflict between Elysian and Tartarus.

In the heavens, a legendary battle raged between the God of War, Sael, and the Demon King, Tarath. As their powers clashed, Sael summoned all his strength to deliver a crushing blow, sending Tarath tumbling into the Pool of Reincarnation. Exhausted, Sael followed suit, falling into the pool as well. In the Chamber of Fate within the Imperial Palace in the heavens, the books of destiny began to write themselves, chronicling the rebirth of the two enemies. However, a mysterious power emanating from the books prevented the Immortal of Fate from opening them, concealing the identities of Sael and Tarath's reincarnations. On the same day, two women went into labor: the Queen, whose pregnancy was full-term, and the Commander's wife, whose labor was premature at seven months. The fate of the God of War and the Demon King remained a secret, hidden within the sealed books, as two new lives began on earth.

In the world of Eclipse: The Fate, a cutting-edge virtual reality MMORPG, players fight for glory, riches, and control. Among the top-ranked players is Baek Ji-Hoon, known as "Nox" in the game. A quiet mastermind with a calculating mind, Ji-Hoon is not just a skilled fighter—he’s the strategist who leads his team to success, staying in the shadows and orchestrating every move with precision. When his team, including his trusted sister, sets out to face the legendary boss of the game, Ji-Hoon has already prepared the perfect plan. But as the team steps into the final chamber, they quickly realize that not everything goes according to plan. As Ji-Hoon guides them through the battle, his leadership shines through—but so does the looming betrayal that will tear his team apart. After a hard-fought victory against the boss, Ji-Hoon’s trust in his team shatters when he is betrayed by the one person he never expected: his own sister. In a cruel twist, the betrayal goes beyond the game, and Ji-Hoon faces a devastating death not just in the virtual world, but in reality. But in death, something unexpected happens. A mysterious force pulls him back in time, offering him a chance to rewrite his fate. Now armed with knowledge of the past and an unshakable resolve, Ji-Hoon must navigate a new world—one where trust is scarce. As he rises once more, this time alone, his true journey begins: to seek vengeance, uncover the secrets behind his betrayal, and forge a path toward an uncertain future. In Eclipse: The Fate, survival is more than just about defeating powerful foes—it’s about outsmarting those you thought you could trust. Let's see how high Ji-Hoon can go without his team this time. Was his team his burden or did it make his job easier?

In the confines of her chambers, Vivian Moore, made the tragic decision to take her own life. The Crown Prince's abandonment for another and the humiliation she had to go through proved unbearable. Even the Royal Family made a move to banish her from the city by arranging a compensation engagement with a lowly Baron's Son, further shattering her and her family's reputation and dignity. However, this desperate act opened the door for a New Vivian, a fusion of her former self and one from a different world who had witnessed these events unfold in a Visual Novel RPG. This woman is Nadia of Medjay, a skilled thief and a secret agent, now shared Vivian's body and mind. As they became one, they emerged from the ashes of Vivian's destruction to be the Ultimate Villainess. Determined to Survive, Thrive, and Challenge the Narrative, Vivian embarked on a bold counterattack, setting her sights on the Heroine and the Seven Charming Princes. ---------------- If you want to read Early Chapters, you can join Patreon from: https://linktr.ee/donovel - 1$: 1 Chapter - 5$: 7 Chapters - 10$: 14 Chapters *This story is on Patreon, Ko-fi!, WN, RR, and SH. **Your support means that I can keep to do this hobby as job. ***You can also join our Discord Community Server for Chapter Notifications, D&D, and Chat, use the same link.

In the penumbra of a fallen empire, **Lucien Valefor** walks alone, his shadow stretching across broken lands that once knelt before his bloodline. The last scion of the Valefor dynasty moves through the twilight realm between vengeance and despair, each footfall a testament to promises whispered in the dark. "Memory is the cruelest blade," he murmurs to the night, his voice carrying the weight of a thousand silenced screams. "It cuts deeper than steel, leaving wounds that time refuses to heal." The betrayal that stripped him of his birthright lives within him now—not as a wound, but as a companion, intimate and ever-present. His **Nyx Ascendance** pulses beneath his skin, darkness coalescing around his fingers like liquid obsidian. This power, born of sacrifice and suffering, is not merely wielded—it is experienced, a symphony of shadow that resonates with the hollow chambers of his heart. "They believed death would silence me," Lucien contemplates, watching the darkness dance between his palms. "But in death, I found a truth they fear to face—that endings are merely thresholds to more terrible beginnings." The moon bearing witness to his soliloquy casts silver light upon the scars that map his journey—each mark a verse in the epic of his fall and inevitable rise. His enemies sleep behind walls of stone and privilege, dreaming peaceful dreams of empires built upon his family's ashes. "The architecture of revenge requires patience," he tells the stillness around him. "Each moment of their false security is a stone in the monument of their eventual ruin." He is not the prince they remember—that man perished in the bloody theater of their betrayal. What returns to them now is something hollowed and hallowed by suffering, a vessel filled with purpose so pure it transcends morality. "I do not seek justice," Lucien acknowledges, his eyes reflecting landscapes of yet-unfought battles. "Justice implies balance, and some scales can never be balanced—only shattered and reforged." In the distance, the spires of his ancestral home pierce the horizon like accusing fingers. The throne that awaits him is no longer merely a seat of power but an altar upon which he will sacrifice those who believed him conquered. "They will learn," he whispers to the approaching dawn, "that nightmares do not fade with waking. Some terrors follow you into the light."

"Yeah, yes, just keep going, I'm almost-" I heard a boy scream. Who the fuck moans loudly like that? I doubt the dick is that good for him to scream like that. I make my way towards the particular door, navigating through several people, some passed out drunk. Tipsy and nosy, I forcefully open the door to see Rex, the guy I imagined as a nerd, serious and asocial, giving handjob to Jess, my supposed friend. Of course it's not a big deal, we weren't dating. The problem was that I had a crush on him and we just kissed a few mins ago. Jess turned towards me, his face twisted in pleasure as he came. A cruel smirk then appeared on his face as we maintained eye contact. I left. That was the last time I saw Rex. A year later, we ended up in the same university, same Faculty, same street, same apartment, next door neighbour. -------------- "I bet you have wet dreams about me." he smirks, taking a sip of his drink making that 'ahh' sound annoying people do after taking a gulp of their drink. "Shut up Rex, you're not sexy or attractive enough for me to have wet dreams. So shut up and take your stupid drink inside with you." I said, going inside my room and slamming the door shut. I lied, Rex was attractive and sexy enough for me. AUTHOR'S NOTE: Their story started a little from A CHANCE AT LOVE but can be read as a stand alone. I'll explain their backstory here but there's no harm in reading A Chance at Love right? Enjoy!

“You’ve been researching for years with nothing to show for it. Why not try something else?” Samia’s tone was sharp, but there was a thread of concern beneath it as she leaned against the doorframe. The room smelled faintly of sterilizing agents, and the rhythmic clicking of keys filled the silence. Dr. Elias didn’t respond immediately. Dressed in his lab coat, he stared at the screen with unwavering focus, his fingers flying over the keyboard. When he finally turned to her, a slow, almost unsettling smile spread across his face. For a moment, he looked like any other scientist lost in his work—until he blinked. The motion was unnatural, his eyelids sliding horizontally across his eyes like a lizard’s. “Samia,” he said, his voice calm but electric with excitement, “I’ve figured it out. This time, it will work.” She opened her mouth to respond, but he was already on his feet, moving past her with an urgency that demanded she follow. They made their way through the sterile corridors of the facility, the fluorescent lights overhead casting a cold glow on the walls. The reinforced chamber was a stark contrast to the rest of the building. Thick steel doors hissed as they opened, and the hum of machinery grew louder as they stepped inside. In the center of the room stood a massive contraption—a web of wires, tubes, and blinking monitors surrounding a sleek, cylindrical core. “What is it this time?” Samia asked, her arms crossed tightly against her chest. Dr. Elias didn’t answer. Instead, he moved with practiced precision, attaching cables and adjusting dials. The air felt heavier here, charged with the anticipation of something monumental—or catastrophic. “Get your goggles,” he said at last, stepping behind the protective glass. He tapped the side of his goggles, the lenses catching the faint blue glow of the machine. Samia hesitated. She had seen him fail before. Years of promises and miscalculations had made her wary, but there was something different in his demeanor this time—something unsettlingly confident. Reluctantly, she turned and jogged back to the lab to retrieve her goggles. The first explosion hit when she was halfway down the hall. The floor bucked beneath her, and she stumbled, her heart leaping into her throat. A deep, resonating boom echoed through the building, followed by a blaring alarm. “Dr. Elias!” she shouted, spinning around. Smoke and dust billowed toward her, and the acrid scent of burning wires filled the air. Part of the ceiling had collapsed, cutting off her path back to the reinforced chamber. And then she saw it. Through the swirling haze, a glowing orb hovered in the wreckage, pulsating with a light that seemed alive. It started small, no bigger than her fist, but it was growing—expanding with an eerie, deliberate rhythm. The hum it emitted was low and bone-deep, vibrating through the air and into her chest. “No, no, no,” she muttered, backing away. Every instinct screamed at her to run. She turned and bolted for the exit, her shoes skidding on the slick floor as she raced against the inevitable. She had barely reached the stairwell when a second explosion ripped through the building. The force of it threw her forward, and she hit the ground hard. Her vision blurred as heat and light engulfed her. Somewhere in the distance, she heard the structure groan as it gave way entirely. Then, everything went black.

As the story unfolds, a new twist emerges when Jesse's ex husband is found murdered. This sudden turn of events raises suspicions, and Dezze, Jesse's lover, begins to doubt her involvement. However, her suspicions aren't deep-seated enough to condemn her, leaving her torn and uncertain.

"Give me more painkillers!" "But sir—!" This is the daily argument echoing from the minister's chamber in the Mage Tower. Henisin, the reincarnated second son of the late emperor, is a genius among mages—feared, respected, and utterly broken. Every spell he casts wracks his body with unbearable pain. His only relief? The sweet embrace of alchemical painkillers. Oh, and his so-called genius? It might just be the magic library inside his head—an infinite archive of every spell he’s ever seen, with secrets even he has yet to uncover. But with his brother determined to unite the world under one banner before the day the sun burns blood red and the moon turns as black as the void… Henisin has no choice but to endure, grow stronger, and—hopefully—find even stronger painkillers. After all, what’s a little addiction compared to destiny?

A naive boy named Raka constantly shouted that he wanted to be the strongest swordsman in the universe, just like the typical hot-blooded comic book protagonists. Raka was very confident because he believed he was a destined prince who could change the course of the world. He thought this way not just because of his blind confidence or other empty things, but because of the strange dreams he kept having. Since he was a child, when Raka slept, he dreamed that he would become a great figure, whether in the military, in the civilian sector, or even in the medical field. Raka's dreams were so real as if he experienced them himself. Even more commendable, the limited information in his dreams had truth in them. Everything went according to Raka's wishes at first, but on the day of his awakening, instead of awakening the holy sword that he should have, he awakened a virtual resonance in the form of a bed. With this, Raka was devastated. He never thought he would become the greatest swordsman in the universe, but only in his dreams. Raka, who was confused, felt that the people around him were mocking him, his friends pitied him, and his family doubted him. At a time when Raka was desperate, the sword that had been with him for years turned out to have what is called a spirit. So all this time, what Raka thought was a revelation from heaven turned out to be information deliberately implanted by the Sword Spirit to disrupt his cognition and make his body compatible with the souls within the sword. With this, under the conspiracy of the Sword Spirit, Raka was severely injured. With this, five souls entered Raka's soul chamber and caused chaos. Several memories belonging to other people immediately merged with Raka's soul, which was constantly being injured by the other five souls. When he was in a life-and-death crisis, Raka was saved by a miracle. But after that, Raka became confused about who he was, whether he was Raka or one of the five invading souls of the sword spirit, or what. Now the naive Raka is forced to grow up and experience a severe identity crisis, will he still pursue his dream of being the greatest swordsman in the world or something else? 

In the quiet, mysterious town of Caveroop, Terra Tunes, a high school student battling a tumultuous life, is forced to start over at the only school that would accept her: Caveroop High. Reluctantly, she tries to keep a low profile, but that becomes impossible the moment she’s assigned a room with Pink Spencer, the most popular girl on campus. Everything changes when Terra is swept into a world of dark secrets, supernatural beings, and ancient rivalries. After attending a party, she discovers that Jesse, the irresistible basketball star, is a vampire. What’s worse, The return of the school’s old nemesis, Nemus, signals a new threat to Caveroop High, while Jennifer Brown, a vicious werewolf with a relentless ambition to become the alpha, has returned to make everyone pay for past wrongs. As Terra grapples with these escalating dangers, she learns an earth-shattering truth: she is the last dark witch, a powerful being destined to end Nemus’ reign of terror. But with this revelation comes even more chaos, her newfound powers only complicate matters. Jesse, who was once cold and dismissive toward her, now reveals he has feelings for her, creating a storm of jealousy and rivalry with Pink, who will stop at nothing to tear them apart and reclaim Jesse's affection. With a powerful bond forming between enemies and allies alike, Terra must navigate a treacherous path of love, betrayal, and revenge. As secrets unfold, alliances are tested, and the lines between friend and foe blur, Terra must confront her destiny and face the darkest forces of the supernatural before Nemus and the deadly forces at his side can destroy everything she’s come to love. In a world where power, magic, and supernatural creatures rule, can Terra bring peace to Caveroop, or will the darkness consume her first? The fate of the entire school and perhaps the world rests on her shoulders. "Tunes" is a breathtaking supernatural thriller where love, betrayal, and revenge collide in a school full of vampires, werewolves, witches, and secrets waiting to be uncovered.

The sacred chamber was dimly lit, the scent of incense curling in the air like whispers of forgotten prayers. His breath came uneven, his hands trembled at his sides as he stared at the man before him—the warrior who should not have been here. "You shiver so easily," the warrior murmured, his voice dark, teasing. Tempting. His fingers brushed over the fine silk of the priest’s robe, not quite touching—just a whisper of heat, but enough to unravel him. "D-Don’t," he breathed, stepping back, but the warrior followed. "Don’t what?" The smirk in his voice was maddening. Mocking. Dangerous. "You know what exactly you are doing. This is unacceptable..." The warrior closed the space between them and placed his finger on his lips, causing his body to tremble. His throat bobbed. The rules of the sect were clear. He was supposed to be untouchable—unblemished in body and soul, a perfect example of godliness and pureness. And yet… "I can hear your heartbeat." The warrior leaned in, the tip of his nose barely grazing his jaw. Too close. "So wild… tell me, is it fear or something else?" His lips parted, but the words died on his tongue when strong hands found his wrist, tugging him forward, pressing him flush against the heat of his body. A sharp gasp escaped him. "Let me go," he whispered pleadingly. "Then go," the warrior challenged, loosening his grip—but his body refused to move. A sinful chuckle brushed against his ear. "See? You don’t want to leave." "I do." The lie burned his tongue. "Then why are you not?" A strangled sound escaped him as warmth pooled in his core—something he never should have felt. Something he never knew he could feel. His knees buckled, but before he could fall, strong arms caught him. Held him. Claimed him. "Look at you," the warrior hummed, his voice thick with something dangerous. "I barely touched you, and you’re already breaking. Doesn't this mean something to you, my moonflower?" The warrior looked into the divine one's eyes and noticed the change of color in his eyes which made him smirk as if he had gotten his lucky shot. His gaze darkened in return, sharp with an incomprehensible hunger and before the priest could utter another world, his lips were claimed. A single tear slipped free, rolling down his cheek—a silent surrender. He just couldn't do it. He couldn't fight against this burning desire in him anymore. He was just going to let it be—whatever would happen should happen. The warrior hummed in satisfaction at the taste of the divine one, his grip tightening. A gasp was swallowed whole as the warrior’s mouth moved against his, devouring, demanding, tasting. Heat licked down his spine, a fire awakening within him, spreading through his veins like an unspoken prophecy. "So beautiful," the warrior murmured against his lips before diving back in, stealing another kiss—deeper, rougher, hungrier. He was an angel worth sinning for. The Priest's fingers clutched at the fabric between them, desperate, lost, drowning. The world outside ceased to exist. Only this moment remained. Only this touch, this heat—this forbidden, maddening desire. And as the flames outside flickered wildly in the night, so too did he burn. . . . . Y'all, this picture was gotten from Pinterest. I only changed the names and added little design. I do not originally own it. Thank you.

In the war-torn world of Upsurgeth, ancient rivalries and fractured alliances stand in the way of salvation. As Addarath, the Dark Lord, marshals monstrous legions from the Badlands, the free peoples of the land teeter on the brink of annihilation. Jesse, an exiled warrior bearing the weight of forgotten prophecies, embarks on a perilous quest to unite warring kingdoms, rebel factions, and outcast races against the encroaching darkness. Alongside Yonsil, a fierce sorceress whose destiny intertwines with his own, he must wield both the light and the abyss, seeking the fabled Blade of Suns and Shadows—a relic said to tip the balance of fate itself. But as old gods stir, ancient empires crumble, and unseen forces manipulate the tides of war, Jesse and his companions must confront not only the armies of the Dark Lord but the very nature of destiny itself.

Freya has spent her life as an outcast—beaten, humiliated, and branded a disappointment. A servant in the house of the man who once called himself her father. But on the night of her eighteenth birthday, everything changes. She awakens to a truth more dangerous than the chains that bound her. She is not just a disgraced wolf. She is something more—something both feared and hunted. Prince Dorian, ruthless heir to the throne, knows what she is. She is his mate. The one fate has bound to him in ways he never wanted. But to him, she is also a weapon—a pawn in the bloody war against the hunters. He takes her, claims her, and keeps her not out of love, but control. "You think I won’t reject you?" Dorian’s voice is low, edged with cruel amusement as he presses her against the cold stone wall of his chamber. His grip is iron, his breath a promise of ruin. "I will. The moment you become useless to me." But there is another. Tiberius, the legendary hunter with emerald eyes that see too much and a touch that burns her differently, has searched for her his entire life. He was raised to despise wolves, to slaughter them without hesitation. Yet when he looks at Freya, he does not see an enemy. He sees his mate. "They told me I would find you," Tiberius murmurs, his fingers brushing over the bruises Dorian left on her wrists. His gaze is both tender and deadly. Caught between two kings, two destinies, and two deadly temptations, Freya must decide who she truly is. A key to destruction, or a bridge to salvation? But what happens when the wolf prince refuses to let her go… and the hunter king refuses to let her fall? A brutal prince. A vengeful hunter. A woman bound by fate. One will break her. One will save her. Or will she choose to save herself?

during the many tests of the St-Sp-Pe-De-In-Ag-Lu something went wrong this is the Test Log of one of the chambers, chamber 1.

Thirdie the Third Generation Wine maker, studying on how to make Blue wine was going home after 3 years, here comes Jesse, one of his best friend, totally changed and now an actor, and too handsome (Let's put googly eyes on him) When Jesse accidentally knew the truth about Thirdie, things comes awkward between them, as they start to fall in love. Join Thirdie on this Anthology about Identity of various kinds, around various lives, interconnected by an event, where obligations versus reality meets.

In a chamber where shadows dance with flame, there lies a book with no author's name bound in leather, stitched with time its pages pulse with tales unsaid.

##Extreme Smut and Kink warning## As a child, I did not have any known relatives. Getting into college was a significant goal of mine. I came into this world at the exact moment that I started to see a thin line of hope. Before I could make sense of what was going on, the individuals who had summoned me were murdered. I was caught and sold as a slave for the war. It was nice that the "Oh! Great System" helped me get stronger and learn some new skills. Only after winning 50 times in a row in the Colosseum was the emperor granted me a gift. I believe freedom would have been the best gift. However, I got the second-best one. I became a slave bull. Slave traders, nobility, and even the emperor himself sent slaves to my chamber in order to procreate. Finally, after 30 years of doing nothing, I felt the rush of action. For three days straight, and... "System, why am I back? I thought I was getting to the best part of the story." {{This planet needs the help of the returnee, like the host. Please take care of it.}} "Fuck the planet. I HAVE to get my harem back." Schedule: Every other day. (3-4 Chapters/week)