Animalistic Tattoo

He’s the Alpha of nightmares—tattooed, ruthless, and bound by blood to a throne soaked in secrets. She’s the silver-haired mystery who shouldn’t exist... And the only woman his wolf has ever craved. Kael Nightborne doesn’t believe in fate. Not when it threatens to unravel the kingdom he built with blood and bone. But the moment Seraphina steps into his territory—haunted eyes, untamed magic, lips that dare to defy him—he knows two things: She’s forbidden. And she’s his. Seraphina has always felt like something inside her is... wrong. Too wild. Too dark. Too hungry. When she enters the realm of the wolves, she expects answers—not a possessive Alpha with silver eyes and a voice that makes her body burn. But Kael isn’t just dangerous. He’s obsessed. And when an ancient war resurfaces, enemies close in, and her true bloodline is exposed, Seraphina will have to choose between running from the beast who wants to own her... Or surrendering to the fire only he can ignite. Dark. Addictive. Sinfully steamy. Welcome to the kingdom where the Alpha always claims what’s his—no matter the cost.

After five long years abroad, Ray returned by the request of his dying father. But he didn't expect returning home would this be...so secretive and mysterious. He stepped inside his old home, and he was greeted by four tattooed, undeniably gorgeous, but mysterious women. Who are these women? And what's their intentions toward Ray?

Abandoned by his friends and sold to slavers half-human busboy Niko must pick up the pieces and endure. As he prepares himself to hunt down his friends and the masked slaver that captured him. With nothing but a tattoo to go off of Niko must uncover the mystery of the slavers and fight back. No matter what.

She woke up with no name, no memories—only 108 tattoos etched across her skin, each one pulsing with secrets she doesn’t understand. Every mark is a clue. Every line, a lie. Hunted by shadowy organizations and haunted by flashes of a life she doesn’t remember, she’s forced to trust a man whose name was written on the back of a photo: Agent Marlow. But even he doesn’t know the full truth—because she might not be human at all. Who created her? Why was she erased? And what happens when every tattoo unlocks a new power… or a buried sin? In a world where reality is paper-thin and identities can be rewritten, she must fight to uncover the chilling answer to the question that terrifies her most: If she was never real… then what is she now? ⸻ Volume 2: The Fracture Astra Vale survived recursion. She survived Zero. But now reality itself is breaking—and each fracture shows her a version of life she could have lived… or never escaped. Memories are overlapping. Faces are returning twisted. Entire timelines are being collapsed and erased—by a failsafe protocol that calls itself “The Fracture.” Astra is the only one who remembers the original world. And the only one who can decide which version of truth survives. But with every step forward, another version of her awakens. And one of them? Might not want to give this reality back.

They call him Ghost. A name whispered in fear across warzones, black markets, and underworld circles. To the world, he's a phantom—a faceless mercenary who leaves no trace but bodies in his wake. To his enemies, he’s a death sentence. To his brothers-in-arms in Graveyard, he’s family. But to himself... he's a haunted man searching for a past stolen in gunfire and smoke. After a flawless mission deep in the Eastern Province, Ghost returns to the hidden forest base he's called home for sixteen years. Yet the victory is short-lived. His foster father, the commander delivers an unexpected order: "That was your last mission." Now, Ghost—real name Miles Sterling—must step out of the shadows of war and into a world he’s never known. Guided only by a scarred letter, a fading memory, and the voice of a woman he hasn’t seen since the day everything was taken from him. But war forged more than his body and name. Behind the mask, behind the scars, Miles has another secret. One he’s kept hidden even from his brothers in arms. He’s not just a weapon. He’s a ghost with a fortune—a hidden empire he built in silence, across borders and black markets, forged in strategy and blood. A man of many names, and many shadows. Beneath the bullets, tattoos, and silence lies a truth buried in ashes. And Ghost is about to dig it up—one letter, one enemy, one memory at a time.

"She woke up with a burning wolf mark on her skin -- and no memory of who she truly is ." Prizey's life was normal.... until it wasn't. A glowing tattoo, a mysterious boy with ocean-blue eyes , and dreams that feel like memories pull her into a world that shouldn't exist... A realm of cursed wolves , broken moons , and seven powerful or dangerous creatures tied to her fate... As darkness spreads and souls vanish , one truth begins to haunt her : She's not just human . And love..? it may not save her --it may destroy her . Because a werewolf is madly fall in love with her........ SRF: Wolfkissed Soul is a dark fantasy romance about fate , forbidden power , and a love stronger than death itself..

(AN: Give my novel a try until ch12 please!) New Current Schedule - Minimum 2 chapters / a day Mass Release Target - 40 golden tickets ________________________________________________ [Novel synopsis]; In a world scarred by the rise of biomechanical warfare and the shadow of an enigmatic syndicate known only as Ragnarok, one girl stands at the edge of revolution. April, a seemingly ordinary 20-year-old living in the fractured remnants of a future society, hides a past drenched in trauma and secrets. Blinded and deafened during a harrowing attempt to escape her abusive father—a man who destroyed her family—April is forced into a life of silence and darkness. But everything changes after an experimental surgery implants nanotech into her skull, technology far beyond anything humanity should possess. Now, April sees without eyes and hears through a new kind of sense. The nanotech has awakened a dormant potential in her—a coded sigil etched behind her head shaped like an angelic wing and a spear. It’s not just a symbol. It’s her Gear, a powerful combat system linked to ancient animalistic and Zodiac powers—each wielder embodying a creature of legend. Hers? A spear-born sigil capable of shattering mechs and bending digital space. When she joins a covert organization aiming to dismantle Ragnarok, April discovers she’s not alone. Other Gear users fight beside her: Jax, the brilliant strategist; Saya, the deadly calm blade; Kai, a hawk-gear user with a fire-forged past; Dante, the powerhouse with unmatched resilience; Juno, the data genius cloaked in mischief; and the Leader, a figure shrouded in mystery who knows more about April’s past than he lets on. As April navigates brutal missions and high school halls alike—where rivals like Tessa Lane threaten her sanity with cruel mind games—she must balance normalcy and the battlefield. Every encounter pushes her closer to the truth: about her powers, her family, and Ragnarok’s true purpose. But none are more telling than her growing connection with Astra, a lone Gear user with platinum hair and a piercing gaze. Astra has the power, the knowledge, and a burning desire for vengeance. April needs her—but Astra isn’t so easily convinced to join a cause she doesn’t trust. The deeper April digs, the more the lines blur between ally and enemy. With Ragnarok’s agents—like the cold and calculating River Hoss—looming on the horizon, April must decide who she’s willing to trust, who she’s ready to fight, and how far she’ll go to protect what little she has left. The world doesn’t need a hero. It needs a weapon. And it just found one.

Warning: This book is dark, hot, and unapologetically kinky. It contains morally gray characters, fuzzy lines between pleasure and pain, enemies-to-lovers, forced proximity, psychological manipulation, and scenes that might disturb sensitive readers. Bite Me, Professor- At King's Zer University, Jax Wentz is a picture of perfection in a designer suit—valedictorian, son of a legal dynasty, the professor's favorite, and envied by the peer group. But beneath his cherubic smile lies a darkness sharpened by training, secrets, and lethal urges that he maintains behind the poster-perfect facade of The Ozen, the faceless elite of the underground syndicate known as the Williams. When Jax sets out to shame Sofia Lucas, merciless Tenz Jer'sey mafia princess and Hark leader, his plan is cold-blooded, cunning. and doomed. For another has other plans. Ethan Mikason—dead-eyed, cold-voiced, and appallingly lethal—turns Jax's world upside down in one nightmare, unforgettable night. He does not merely wreck Jax's mission—he desecrates him. Humiliates him. Disintegrates him. And then? He shows up at Jax's class the next day as his new professor of criminal law. The predator is now in charge. But Jax isn't done yet. What begins as a craving for vengeance becomes an unhealthy fixation. Ethan overwhelms his mind, his dreams, his body. The more Jax fights against it, the deeper he falls—into shame, rage, and an animalistic hunger that he can't even articulate. Ethan taunts him with every look, every command, every whisper spoken only to him. Two monsters. One campus. No rules. And initiation night? It's coming. Amid the world of masks where violence, seduction, and the underworld intermingle, Jax has it in mind to make Ethan bleed. But when agony is a pleasure and hate tastes like necessity. Who's playing the winning game?

Purity a low ranking, 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”

You only wanted to see it... So, you did the unthinkable—used a mysterious stone to change yourself into a FREAKING HOT PRETTY BOY. Now stuck in a boy’s body, you sneak into an exclusive VIP mafia-son-only event. But when a priceless watch goes missing, you’re the prime suspect. Dragged into a dark room, a gun to your head, you come face-to-face with a dangerous, tattooed mafia heir—cocky, cruel, and annoyingly hot. He looks into your panicked eyes… and smirks. > “Your eyes are too pretty to kill.” His voice is low and dangerous—like he’s already peeling your clothes off with his gaze. *** He’s arrogant, but your eyes make him horny—though he’d never admit it. Will he ever find out you actually belong to the enemy clan? A very forbidden enemy clan. Even as he’s fallen way too deep?

Logan Hayes is trouble himself. The kind of guy your parents warn you about. Tattoos decorating his skin. He walks like he owns the whole world. The entire campus was wrapped around his fingers. Harper Reed hated trouble. As the dean's perfect daughter, she had to live a perfect life and get perfect grades. Until a viral scandal ruins Harper's spotless reputation, and she has no other option but to make a deal with the devil himself—Logan. She has to fake date him to restore her image. But he only agrees because she claims she knows what no one else should. Things get more complicated when , Damian , Logan's long-lost cousin, returns to take him back home. Damian is no different from Logan — tattoos on his skin and that same dangerous energy Logan held. Harper Reed now finds herself stucked in the midst of two devils, chaos and full-blown drama.

In a realm where gods do not simply rule they brand the path to power is carved into flesh. Every noble child receives their divine tattoo at age seven: a sacred bond to a patron god, proof of lineage, and a lifelong oath. But when Lyric, heir to House Velastra, receives her mark, a second one blooms across her skin—unbidden, unrecorded, and unholy. It whispers not with divine radiance, but with memory. Forgotten memory. Forbidden memory. Exiled from her bloodline and cast into a fractured sanctuary, Lyric begins to uncover the buried history of a god long erased: Orryn, the Keeper of Memory and Silent Rebellion. As ancient wars are reignited and divine truths rot from within, she must choose—become the weapon her family fears, or the spark that severs a world from its parasitic gods. But the realm itself is not a passive stage. It watches. It remembers. And it is no longer content to observe.

Duke is forced by tradition to adventure out to the depths of the Underworld and make it out alive. Adapting to his newly found magical powers and making friends on the way, will he survive and make it make to Elizabeth? or will he stay in the caves to grow stronger

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

It seemed like an easy mission for The Cathal Brother. Find the traitor that betrayed their family and operation. Take the infamous hacker Christopher Young as well and take him under their employment, however, when raiding the mansion they did not expect to find that Christopher Young is nothing that they thought he was. Christopher Young is a curvaceous young woman with piercings tattoos and dreads. Can these four brothers handle the chaos that comes with this princess?

**No mark. No power. No chance—until something ancient chooses her.** A century ago, the gates split the sky and monsters poured through. The gods stayed silent. So humanity turned to ink. Living tattoos — bound to skin, fed by soul — became our only defense. They marked the strong, chose the worthy, and shaped a new world where ink is everything. To be Inkbound is to survive. Without a mark, you’re already dead. Naelii has no tattoo. The scan confirmed it: no power, no future. Her family disowned her. Society left her to rot. Desperate to live, she lies her way into a low-tier raid, hoping for enough credits to eat. But inside the gate, something ancient responds. Not beast. Not ink. Not even god. It’s older. It’s watching. And it remembers her. Naelii wasn’t born Inkbound. But fate left her a different kind of mark — one no scan can detect, one no ink could contain. And now, it wants out.

In the world of Zerathia, power isn’t just earned—it’s inherited, etched into bloodlines stretching back over 1500 years, when humanity first bonded with the primal forces of the animal kingdom. Strength, speed, endurance… these aren’t mere skills—they’re legacies, passed from parent to child, defining one’s place in the brutal hierarchy of nobles and commoners alike. The strong evolve. The weak are prey. At the heart of it all stands Beastborn Academy, an elite crucible where the next generation of rulers, warriors, and living weapons sharpen their animalistic gifts to perfection. Here, the scions of noble houses wield the might of lions, dragons, serpents, and falcons—creatures revered, feared, and envied. Jax Wilder? He’s an anomaly. The last flicker of a disgraced noble bloodline scraping the bottom of society’s food chain. Mocked, overlooked, barely worth a glance… except for one thing: Two beast aspects. The precision, speed, and raw, bone-breaking power of the Mantis Shrimp, paired with the unmatched regeneration and cellular mastery of the Axolotl. It's a combination that shouldn’t exist in the hands of a nobody—let alone a disgraced noble. But Jax didn’t claw his way to the gates of Beastborn Academy to survive. He came to dominate. To rise from the shadows of ridicule. To shatter the arrogant elite and etch his name into the bones of history. Predators rule this world. Prey gets devoured. And when the dust settles, there can only be one at the top of the chain: Apex Predator **Give suggestion if you have any i will heavily consider them.Thanks for reading.**

"In every age of darkness, when fear grips hearts and hope begins to fade, one warrior rises—not for glory, not for praise, but to crush the storm before it swallows the world. He doesn’t run from the fire. He becomes it." _________ "There's a 15-year-old boy named Edlin who finds himself lying on the ground, injured, but when he gets up, he can't remember anything except his name EDLIN.He's wearing torn pants, carrying a sword and a knife, and has a strange tattoo mark on his stomach. And to top it all, someone has stabbed him from behind with a knife". "And now, Edlin embarks on a journey to discover who he is, who stabbed him, and why. But his quest is soon interrupted by a ferocious pack of wolves. Weary and wounded, Edlin must summon all his strength to survive this deadly encounter. Will he be able to protect himself and unravel the mysteries of his past? Read on to find out..." Edlin ( The conqueror )

They called her the Alpha’s spoiled daughter. Beautiful. Reckless. A party girl hiding broken bones beneath designer silk. But grief is a silent predator—and the night her mother was slaughtered by vampires, Auriella learned two things: Love is a weakness. And monsters don’t hide in the dark. They wear faces that make your heart race. Years later, her only escape is chaos—clubbing, fast kisses, faster lies. Until a vampire attacks her in the club. And he shows up. Cold. Commanding. Unapologetically brutal. Alervon doesn’t save her. He claims her survival like a burden. And that night rewrites everything. Now boys with secrets are showing up in her pack. Each drawn to her for reasons none of them understand. They are not here to fall in love. They’re here for war. --- Alervon – The Cold Protector He’s half vampire, half werewolf. Half demon All control. All scars. A killer trained to obey, not feel. But Auri makes his silence loud. His restraint violent. He’s not supposed to want her. He does. > “Don’t mistake my silence for weakness. I’ve imagined breaking you in more ways than you’ve imagined being touched.” --- Cassian – The Unstable Weapon He’s a fuse already lit. Tattoos like prayers, rage like poetry. Haunted by his past and too dangerous to hold. But Auri makes his madness feel like home. > “Say the word, and I’ll burn the world down. Not for love—for the way you fucking look at me when you're angry.” --- Leon – The Flirt You Shouldn’t Trust He’s a rich boy with a wicked tongue, a glittering trail of exes, and a laugh that’s always half a dare. He’ll flirt you into the grave with philosophy and leave you questioning if you liked it. > “You want danger? Sweetheart, I’m the reason good girls stop praying so I’d say I’ll break your heart, but let’s be honest… I’m aiming lower.” --- Malakai – The Ghost in Black He doesn’t speak unless it matters. Wears grief like armor and touches like he’s never allowed to feel. He’s the calm before the kill. The priest of pain. And she makes him want to confess. > “You shouldn’t trust a man who prays with his teeth clenched. I never ask the gods for mercy—I ask if they’re watching.” Luca Valen — The steady one. The boy who offered calm in a world full of chaos. He loved her gently, gave her safety, a future without fear. But she didn’t want gentle. > “I could give her safety… but she craved the storm that would burn her alive.” “She thought love would save her. She didn’t know it would burn.” >. One was safety. One was Chaos One was Depth One was temptation But he—he was the inferno

He had already chosen where and when. The Overlook Bridge, on the anniversary of his brother's death—the perfect place to follow him, to sever a life that had become gray and soundless. Ethan, whose soul had long turned to ash along with his silenced music, was ready to take the final step. But she knocked him off his path—with a single defiant phrase, thrown at the edge of the abyss. Skye, a punk rock vocalist with a tattoo of a shattered piano on her wrist, was his mirror image. Where he hid his pain in apathy and silence, she forged hers into an armor of cynicism and screams. Seeing a familiar void in his eyes, she didn't save him—she simply stood beside him, offering not hope, but a strange, twisted kind of complicity. And so, their dance began. Two souls—broken, yet stubbornly alive. They don't know how to be happy, but they are desperately learning how to be real. Their encounters are awkward conversations in a smoke-filled café, accidental collisions in an old record store, silent walks through the sleeping city. He is afraid of her noise, her fury, her life. She is afraid of his silence, his vulnerability, his ability to see straight through her armor. This is not a story about a perfect love that heals all wounds. It is a story about two people who slowly, painfully, step by step, pull each other out of the deafening silence where one is usually left alone. It is a tale of how, from the ashes of old traumas and the dissonance of two shattered souls, a single, imperfect, yet achingly honest melody can be born. A song that becomes their only way of saying, "I see you. And I'm staying."

CORELINE Cyberpunk • Thriller • Noir • Mystery Coreline. A city. A system. Built with blood and concrete. Where masks hide more than just faces, and corruption waits around every corner. The animalistic citizens of this place can only count on themselves. Here, justice is a concept only the lucky still believe in. Most animals fight tooth and claw just to survive. Are you a rat? Good luck finding a dumpster that isn’t already picked clean. An elephant? Sure, there’s work. Break your back hauling junk for a few creds—and maybe get a pat on the head. If you’re a small herbivore, try the briefcase. Chewing on someone else’s bills tastes better than chewing on dust. A cheetah, a tiger, a strong, fast predator? Play the game. Injustice pays the best rent. And if you’re ruthless enough, you might just earn a slice of the big cake. But if you’re a fox? You lie. You adapt. You slip through cracks others fall into. You take hits others die from. You claw through each day with whatever life you’ve got left—until... Meet Nox. No hero. No villain. Just another citizen of Coreline—one who talks fast, plays smart, and keeps moving. Until he finds something he was never supposed to. A mysterious mask. A USB packed with secrets. A deal that drags him straight into the monster’s maw. Now, everyone wants a piece of him. Syndicates. Enforcers. Bloodhounds. The kind who don’t take “no” for an answer. With old debts breathing down his neck, and the city tightening like a noose, Nox has to face his future—and fight his past. What to Expect: – A story that grows darker over time. (Adult emotional themes and trauma are explored.) – Heavy focus on worldbuilding, immersion, and character development. – Slow-paced storytelling with layered, meaningful moments. – Grounded slice-of-life scenes that add heart and contrast. – Comedic relief mixed with high-stakes tension. – A work in progress—don’t expect perfection. – Shaped by audience feedback. Help build the world of Coreline with me. Cyberpunk | Mystery | Thriller | Noir | Slice of Life | Drama — CORELINE —

Eden Blake had one plan for her eighteenth birthday: to finally confess her love to Liam, the golden boy who never saw her as more than his best friend’s innocent little sister. Dressed in soft pink silk and trembling with hope, Eden was ready to give him everything—including her untouched heart and body. But when Liam ignores her at her own party, it’s not him who finds her broken and alone—it’s Hunter Cross, the cold, dominant captain of the university hockey team, and her brother’s sworn rival. Tall, tattooed, and dripping with danger, Hunter makes Eden an indecent proposal: thirty days of private, hands-on lessons in seduction. She’ll become the woman who can make any man beg—but she’ll learn it all on him. Every kiss, every touch, every forbidden act… Hunter gets first. As Eden trains to win Liam, something darker and deeper ignites between her and Hunter. What started as a cruel deal slowly unravels into obsession, jealousy, and raw emotional intimacy. Eden begins to crave Hunter in ways she doesn’t understand, and when he touches her, nothing else matters—not even the boy she once loved. But can a heart that was meant for someone else survive the fire of falling for the wrong man? A Deal with the Hockey Captain is a slow-burn, erotic romance filled with forbidden chemistry, emotional tension, and a dangerous game of seduction where the teacher might lose control—and the student might lose her heart.

In 2022, humanity developed an AI justice system to eradicate world crime. It did not fail. It adapted. Worldwide criminals were sentenced to something far worse than death: banishment to a world alien a world governed by anarchy, governed by force, and watched by something far beyond human understanding. Soren Arata, an unknown boy with no name but "Zero," opens his eyes in this brutal world with only a nickname, a strange tattoo on his palm, and the weight of a punishment he has no clue about. No memory. No friends. No choice. This is not a video game. There are no respawns. And the goal is not to escape to live is.

Tokyo, the first city built to withstand the monsters called Spirals. Predators born of corrupted instinct and animalistic nature that hunt humans for their mana force called Flux. At the heart of humanity’s first defense lies The Crucible, an elite academy where gifted cadets are trained to fight these monsters using the Spirals’ own harvested organs—refined into arcane weapons known as Drives. But on her first day, Sekhmet Isshin-Namikaze watches her trial turn real. A Spiral infiltrates the Crucible’s walls and appears as a cadet before Sekhmet catches it on its act. But something within Sekhmet triggers the Spiral to show its true nature and attack, only to meet its timely demise to a Drive. As instructors scramble for answers, Sekhmet’s unit is forced to confront what every Crucible recruit fears: that the walls aren’t safe, the rules aren’t stable, and the monsters aren’t always outside. And as the Crucible begins to fracture from the inside, Sekhmet has to decide what matters more—fitting in, or staying alive.

[Matured Content] In a world of gods and Faes. Isadora Skaldwood was born a Fae but of impure blood “mannfae” deemed an inferior creation of the olden gods. Yet at birth she was kissed by the goddess of life and blessed with the ability of a skin weaver, capable of healing any wound or affliction. Betrayed by her family, she's sold for gain, shipped across the world to a brothel, into the hands of a selfish businessman who exploited her abilities for years. Travelers come to this brothel not to lay with the rumored mannfae but to seek her abilities. But then everything changed when “He” appeared… Kraven Val Thrond, widely known as “The Reaper," a terrifying warrior feared by those who dared speak his name. Dangerously handsome, a presence identical to the god of death, silver eyes like the crescent moon—but a mind dipped in madness. Isadora despises him, not just for stealing her away, but for thrusting her into his world of blood and chaos. He’s insane! But that’s only the cherry on top, his obsession is wicked. But when he touches her, mix emotions and desires stirs, can a madman feel something? Of course not! He's more inclined to kill her than succumb to his desires. He has this "Thirst" and it triggers mostly toward her. Just a kiss is a clear invitation toward death and when he touches her... she might greet the god of death soon. Have the gods damned her again? They had thrown a Dark Fae toward her way who's obsessed with owning her soul. But in life, only a mate can claim another soul. ~ (Excerpt) "What do you even want from me?" Isadora asked, this time more desperate. "The answer to that question, love," he leaned more until their lips almost touched. "I really wish there was one," he murmured, before crashing his lips against hers. Sparks surged through her in waves, but she bit his lip, hard enough to draw blood. The action seemed to make him stop and she pushed away from him. Kraven licked his lips, amused and a maddening look in his eyes. "Go away!" she yelled at him, tears almost building in her eyes. Why was he making her feel this way? Hatred burned through her veins and yet torn between this was an undeniable pull. "I will, love.." he replied with a dangerous edge to his tone and an eerily glow to his silver eyes. "If you can outrun me, first..." he added, taking a step closer and she instinctively took one back. "Run, Isadora..." he growled, his voice raw and animalistic, like a beast on the verge of unleashing wrath. "...run!" ~ A/N: This is Dark Romance, don't expect a sweet ML! Extra Tags: #darkromance #slowburn #blood&gore #morallygreyML #medieval #warriors The cover is mine!

After waking up in a burned-down asylum with no memory, a young man finds his face bandaged, his name erased, and his arms tattooed with coordinates that lead to dead bodies. Everyone he meets insists he’s someone else—someone dangerous. As he follows the trail of blood and clues across forgotten villages, desolate roads, and ruined archives, visions of his past collide with supernatural forces bent on dragging him back to a place he cannot remember—but deeply fears. Each chapter peels back another truth. And when the final mask breaks… He'll have to ask not "What happened to me?" But: “What did I do?”

In the vast land of Albeicht, three powerful races—the enigmatic Venturi, the inventive Darvin, and the ancient Elves—rule over distinct realms, each contributing to the land’s prosperity. At the heart of this Triad lies the Empire of Lunelia, governed by the Elves from their mystical capital, Sylvaris. Their timeless wisdom and profound bond with nature allow them to lead with a blend of grace and strategic mastery. Beneath Lunelia’s watchful eye are its two vassal kingdoms: Korvyn, ruled by the Windswept Venturi from their swift city of Breezfall, with their keen senses and animalistic grace, they command the winds embodying the very spirit of the sky; and Vulmaris, the domain of the ingenious Darvin, whose capital Ironcrest stands as a towering beacon of industry and relentless innovation. Yet, this fragile peace teeters on the edge of ruin. From the shadowed depths of Morwynn, a fearsome ancient dragon has arisen, unleashing songs of devastation to the Land of Albeicht. Hot blistering fire scorched the Earth and sky alike-yet as suddenly as it came the Dragons rage ceased after its first disastrous attack, leaving a thick dreadful silence over the realms. As darkness spreads, the three realms must confront a threat that could shatter their unity and consume Albeicht in flames.

The world had already ended once. Its death wasn’t marked by fire or flood, but by silence—the silence of gods who no longer answered, of rituals long forgotten, and of humanity's slow drift from the spiritual truth that once bound all things. In that twilight, a shaman reached the edge of life and death, offering his soul in a final, desperate rite. He expected oblivion. Instead, he opened his eyes to the past. Reborn with all the knowledge of his former life, the shaman returns to a time before everything collapsed—before the spirits withdrew, before the sacred paths were defiled, before he himself was broken. But this time, he has no illusions. He does not seek fame, vengeance, or companionship. His only desire is transcendence—to climb beyond the limits of life and spirit, and to become one with the divine itself. The path he walks is not one of swords, systems, or schools. It is not a road blessed by the heavens. It is older, more primal—a forgotten trail carved in blood, bone, and breath. Shamanism is a pact with things the world pretends not to see. The rites he performs are not flashy; they are precise, disturbing, and irreversible. He calls spirits into fetishes made of teeth. He binds vengeful ghosts into tattoos that whisper in the night. He burns pieces of his soul for glimpses into the veil. He wields no blade, yet death walks with him. His power is not given—it is taken, through sacrifice, through pain, and through terrifying understanding of how the world truly works. People call him mad. Some call him a prophet. But no one understands him. He speaks in riddles, walks with ancient things, and watches the world as if he’s already beyond it. He is cold, but not cruel. Detached, but not aimless. Every action, every word, every silence serves a ritual purpose: the next step toward his goal. But as his power grows, so too does the weight of his existence. The rituals he weaves change more than just himself—they fracture the world around him. Those who cross paths with the shaman are never the same. Some are blessed. Most are cursed. A few understand. All are affected. This is not a story of becoming a hero. This is not the tale of a man fighting fate. This is a slow, meditative descent or ascent into something far beyond mortality. The shaman does not seek to win. He seeks to transcend. ------------------- A/N:- 3 Chapters/Day Thank You For Reading My Novel Guy's! Make Sure To Drop Some PS and GTs....It Helps A Lot. Extra Chapters Will Be Added For PS,GTs and Gifts.

For Cho Lee Gon, life was already a daily grind against soul-crushing poverty. But one ordinary night's sleep shatters everything. He wakes to find the entire city empty, every single person gone. Worse yet, an entire month has vanished from his memory, and now, the desolate streets are crawling with terrifying monsters. His only clue? A chilling "-99%" tattoo mysteriously branded on his left hand. Left as the sole human survivor in a world consumed by the unknown, Cho Lee Gon must not only face the horrors that now roam his city but also unravel the truth behind humanity's disappearance and the sinister mark that defines his new reality. What happened to everyone, and how will a man stripped of everything fight for survival against a monstrous world?

She was born with a mark. He had carried the same one for centuries—waiting. Hunted by trained men and haunted by dreams she doesn't understand, Header escapes into the forbidden land of Kandor, a kingdom protected by magic, ruled by a man shrouded in myth. A man with golden eyes… and a connection to her soul. When her mysterious tattoo begins to burn, and the kingdom accepts her without question, Header must face an impossible truth: she may not be entirely human. In a world of dragons, shadows, and ancient prophecies, her blood could awaken something long forgotten—something dangerous, powerful… and destined. Some destinies are written in fire.