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Isabella was supposed to be sipping champagne at a luxury spa, not waking up in the middle of a forest. Worse, a SYSTEM had attached itself to her like some clingy ex, spouting nonsense about survival, quests, and—oh, hell no—manual labor. "System, I was NOT built for the wilderness! My ideal ‘roughing it’ experience involves a five-star hotel with bad WiFi!" Now, instead of lounging in silk robes, she’s being ordered to farm? To hunt? "A farming quest? You want me—a city girl—to grow food? System, I once killed a cactus by overwatering it. This is NOT my calling!" And don’t even get her started on the hygiene situation. "You want me to bathe in a cold river? Darling, I require warm water, scented oils, and an ambience! What do I look like—some barbarian?!" Unfortunately, the locals—big, muscular beastmen—don’t seem to understand the concept of self-care. The women? Neglecting their skin like it’s a crime to be radiant. The men? Walking hygiene disasters. "Ladies, if your man can smell you before he sees you, we have a problem." "You see this? This is lotion. It exists so you don’t look like a dried-up leaf. Use it." "A beard should be majestic, not tragic. Let me fix it." And the beastmen? They don’t just stare at her like she’s an oddity. No, they hover. They smirk. They lean in too close, fangs flashing with amusement. "Why do you keep looking at me like that?" she huffed, crossing her arms. The panther grinned, his tail flicking. "Because you’re fascinating when you’re annoyed." No, absolutely not. She was not here for this nonsense. "If you have time to stare, you have time to moisturize." She didn’t ask to be here. She didn’t ask to be their savior. But if she has to suffer through this world, she’s making everyone around her suffer less—through skincare, style, and some serious attitude. "If I hear one more ‘We don’t season our food here,’ I’m launching a war." "If you have time to gossip, you have time to do squats." "You want to impress a woman? Start with not smelling like the battlefield." Survival isn’t just about fighting monsters; it’s about looking good while doing it. So what if the System keeps throwing impossible quests her way? "What do you mean ‘you can’t skip quests’?! Since when?! Where is the skip button?! I demand a skip button!" But somewhere between dodging ridiculous quests and fixing these people’s tragic grooming habits, Isabella found herself in situations. Uncomfortable, heart-racing situations. Like being trapped against a tree by the red python, his red eyes half-lidded as he murmured, "You talk too much, little star. Should I silence you?" Like waking up with the lion lord’s fur-lined cloak draped over her shoulders, his deep voice gruff, "You shiver in your sleep. I’ll fix that." Like the phoenix watching her every move, his burning gaze searing into her skin as he mused, "You cause chaos wherever you go, but I find that I don’t mind." Oh, hell. No. She was not about to fall for four beastmen. She was too pretty for this much stress. "If you insult me again, I’ll make sure your soul needs a beauty upgrade." "I refuse to be disrespected by anyone who dresses like an unwashed tree branch." And yet, when a rival tribe came to challenge her, when danger lurked too close, those same beastmen stood beside her—smirking, taunting, fighting for her. "A beastman growled at me today. I growled back. He ran. I am the alpha now." Isabella isn’t just surviving. She’s thriving. And this world better keep up.

Seated upon the obsidian throne carved from the bones of forgotten kings, Queen Sahira gazes with haunted authority. Her crimson hair cascades like spilled wine over blood-red robes etched in ancient runes. Veins of power glow faintly beneath her skin, a testament to the forbidden blood magic she commands. Shadows of the past; faceless, whispering, watching; loom behind her, remnants of the souls bound to her rise. This is the heart of Sahirra's power: beauty cloaked in terror, a legacy soaked in sacrifice. Her silence speaks of kingdoms ruled, rebellions crushed, and a destiny darker than prophecy ever dared whisper. Inspired by the Dune, The poppy war and Avatar

She stripped out of the soft ivory linen robe clinging tightly on her attractive curves. It had accented her large breasts in an appealing way, leaving a great part of her cleavage peeking and almost popping out. Her firm and erect tits bounced out, mould lips glistening with wet arousal. An ember of lust sparked in her loins as she imagined him pounding into her with his engorged and throbbing manhood. And as she spied the king-sized bed, she knew that in a matter of minutes she would be on it and be fucked by him, introduced into a world of uninhibited sexual acts and uncontrolled lust. "Isn't this what you wanted like all the other Alphas?" She asked, her voice barely holding together, trembling with pain and contempt. But Alpha Denzel had never touched a woman despite the harem he kept from his conquests. And so he stood frozen as he beheld the figure before him, eyes dark and unreadable. Seconds stretched, then without a word, he stepped forward to pick up her discarded robe. Gently, like she was something fragile, he wrapped it around her. Covered her, then turned his back and walked away. The door closed behind him with a quiet finality that thundered in her ears. Danika blinked. An awkward strangled cackle tore from her throat. Her body folded as if laughing could mask the slow collapse happening inside her. Shame flooded her before the humiliation crashed,sharp and sudden. Had he found her lacking? Was her worth so small he didn’t even want what every other Alpha would have torn through blood to claim? Her fists clenched around the robe he had wrapped around her. The same robe that now felt like a reminder. A brand of his rejection. And yet… somewhere beneath the storm inside her, a colder question whispered: Why didn't he want her? *** Rejected. Unclaimed. Unwanted. Danika spent her life cast aside by her pack, her father and by fate itself. A wolfless omega who was never meant to matter. She had always sought solace, looking for a place or mate whom she would belong to. But after being branded the living disgrace of a deposed Alpha, she gave up on hope long ago. Months after escaping her triplet Alpha mates, she's chosen for the Bloodmoon Hunt—a brutal tradition that seals her fate with Alpha Denzel, the cursed and cold-blooded ruler feared across all packs. A man she hated and whose pack she had a vendetta against. He is the beast no one dares to love or tame. The same enigma her father made him into. But Danika? She has a beast of her own. And she vows to either tame —or destroy him. Whichever comes first.

Auren doesn’t remember the beginning. Only the quiet. Only the wrong face staring back at him. In a world ruled by divine law and bloodline magic, a boy wakes in a stranger’s home with golden hair, snow-pale skin, and a name he doesn’t recognize.The man beside his bed calls himself “father.” The villagers think he’s just a quiet child. But Auren knows something is off. The mirror lies. The people smile too easily. And the peace that surrounds him… feels staged. As days pass, he learns to smile, to play the role, to pretend. He helps mix herbs, learns the names of wounds, and studies the world like a historian documenting someone else’s war. Yet beneath the stillness, something festers. A shadow in white robes watches him too closely. A cruel king tightens his grip on the people. And Auren begins to see patterns—connections—between kindness and control, between holiness and violence. The gods are listening. The world is watching. And someone, somewhere, already knows his true name. In a land where faith is absolute and peace is a weapon, the boy who remembers nothing… might be the one they all fear the most.

This is a game of deities. This is a fallen world. This is an endless voyage. Amidst the ruins of a shattered reality, a race known as "humans" dares to stake their existence on the faint glimmer of hope. "I shall return unto you the trials we once endured," proclaims a man of benevolent smile as he stands atop the pinnacle of the world. With fluttering banners, he gazes upon the radiant tapestry of the cosmos. He points a single finger toward the distant stars. Boom! A thunderous explosion shatters the silence, echoing across the desolate landscape.

Every hero starts with power. He started with dust. One moment, the classroom buzzed with teenage chatter. The next, silence fell. Students blinked—and opened their eyes in an ancient hall carved from gold and marble. The air shimmered with divine magic. And at its center stood a goddess—flawless, proud, unbelievably beautiful and wrapped in flowing white. It was a divine summoning performed by a divine goddess. Among them was Vritra… and his stunningly beautiful mother. While others received blessings, powerful physiques and grand titles, Vritra was given a skill so pathetic it made even the goddess wrinkle her nose. An ability—so pitifully weak that it drew laughter, scorn, and even disgust. But that wasn't the worst part. Betrayed and cornered inside the labyrinth, Vritra had two choices: die… or fall into the death trap. A death canopy with no exit and no chance of survival, the only option was to slaughter the demons endlessly for months. Finally!! He forced his dormant skill to awaken, after killing thousands and hundreds of thousands demons and devouring them, becoming a broken ability. A dragon? A demon? What am I exactly? ****** White robes. Cold arrogance A sinful revenge. White robes can stain. And in the dark, even divinity can moan. And then there was his mo— guilt in her breath, shame in her eyes, whispering apologies between gasps in her son's ear, doing what had to be done… for both their sakes, giving birth to a morally wrong relation. ________________ Absolutely no NTR, none at all!!! Discord: https://discord.gg/5Bp6Pb9UzN Extra chapters based on response I receive, that's all for now, peace out!!

Dr. Han Seoryu, known as the "Golden Hands of Seoul," is a famous and respected surgeon all over South Korea. He’s so good, not a single patient has ever died in his hands. And not just that! He’s also a master chef! Yes, he’s also the Top 1 Winner of the famous cooking competition show “Chef’s Glory Korea.” So he doesn’t just hold a scalpel, but also a spatula and knife. No one else’s kimchi stew can compete with his! But… one tragedy changed everything. While in the middle of a critical surgery for the most famous CEO of Kang Corporation, an unexpected incident happened. The CEO passed away on the operating table. The news exploded. Media frenzy. Hate comments. Netizens canceled him. And from deep sadness and pressure, he went up to the hospital rooftop… and slipped. When he opened his eyes—it was a different world. He was in a traditional Korean room, wearing a white robe. In the mirror, he saw… his face looked super feminine?! “WAIT A MINUTE, WHY DO I LOOK LIKE MY OLDER SISTER?!” He quickly checked his body, and when he saw that junior was still present, he sighed in relief. But his mind became even more confused when he found out… he was now in the Joseon Era?! And what’s worse—he’s the child of the most well-known doctor of that time… and EVERYONE’S CALLING HIM A GIRL?! Now officially known as Han Yura, he’s chosen to be a concubine of the coldest, most famous war god and most terrifying Crown Prince—Kang Hyunjoon—who looks exactly like the CEO who died in his hands!? How can he go back if even he doesn’t know how to go back!?

Notice: [1 Powerstone = 1 Chapter] - You can contribute by giving powerstone. - After the ‘100-Year War’ between the Necromancers and Priests, an all-time genius who’ll shake the power structure was born. “Am I a rare case or something? Do I have talent?” A potential beyond all imagination. He obtained his father’s undead army and entered the great Necromancer school of Kizen that divided the continent. Geniuses are geniuses, even when gathered among the elites. The research community was flipped on its head by the appearance of a new case. Professors wouldn’t leave him be alone, wanting to make him study directly under them. Officials from all over the kingdom and heads of organizations fidgeted over whether to scout him. “Professor! When can I make a Lich?” “Gimme a break. How talented are you? You’re crossing the line, honestly.” A genius among geniuses had appeared. ================== “Simon.” “Hm?” Lethe’s golden eyes met his. “Are we enemies?” Simon closed his eyes. “Do enemies heal each other?” “I’m serious,” she muttered. “One day, I’ll be a saint. You, a corps commander. Then... we’ll have to kill each other. Or lose someone important.” She looked away. “That’s fate. So—” “It’s not fate. Just your thoughts,” Simon interrupted with a small smile. “Even as adults, we can still meet, laugh, treat wounds. I believe that future exists.” His voice grew firm. “Let’s focus on now—and do everything we can to prevent that future.” Lethe was quiet, then stood with a soft smile, removing her robe. “I’ll fight. You take care of the rest.” Simon rose. “Leave it to me.” [Fantasy Novel by SALVO. Released by Mr. Thousand]

[Mature Content Warning] In the fading twilight of the Moorish empire, Aneesa is betrayed by her family and sold to the palace as a concubine. But the Alhambra holds more than silks and secrets-within its walls lie dangerous scrolls, ancient alchemy, and a prince (Emir) who'd rather vanish into books than claim his throne. When the palace's future collides with an approaching army, Aneesa and Emir Tariq must decide whether love is their greatest weakness or their most powerful weapon. Forbidden love, dark magic, and courtly betrayal collide in this slow-burn historical fantasy where passion may be the only thing strong enough to rewrite fate. --- Excerpt --- Aneesa melted into him, hands grasping at his muscular arms. His fingertips slid along her back, pulling her in with the urgency of someone who had denied himself too long. She gasped as he picked her up and spun her around. In no time, her spine met the cold stone table, and scrolls and ink jars were knocked aside. Their tongues thrashed together as one hand clutched at her breasts and another raised her robe and navigated up her inner thigh. The Emir paused, looking at her with eyes on fire with desire.

Les dragons et leur progéniture règnent sur le ciel, la terre et les mers... l'humanité survit dans les failles, rêvant d'une revanche. _____ La puissance vient de la bête que vous domptez. Loups, faucons, serpents, araignées, chimères, plus votre invocation est forte, plus votre avenir est radieux. Tant pis pour notre protagoniste. Quand tout le monde invoquait des salamandres, des aigles, des chiens troll (pas de doge) ou des tigres, il a eu... Eh bien, disons que la seule chose plus basse dans la chaîne alimentaire, c'est la terre. Raillé, harcelé, et vivant comme le bouc émissaire de chaque blague, il ne gagne pas vraiment. Mais abandonner n'est pas une option... Ses parents vieillissants ont tout vendu pour son « échec » de chance, et il ne laissera pas cela être inutile. Mais bon, c'est son histoire. Le dompteur de la plus faible des bêtes ? Voici la chose quand on est en bas : cela vous apprend à grimper. Et les dragons ? Il s'avère qu'ils commencent petits aussi. Alors que les royaumes s'effondrent sous la cupidité et les menaces extérieures, le plus faible des dompteurs commence son ascension. Suivez son parcours alors qu'il débloque un potentiel si rare, si terrifiant, qu'il mène aux dragons… Chaque branche évolutive mène aux plus forts 'SSS Dragons'. _______ Avertissement : Contient des dragons capables de détruire le monde, une revanche de l'outsider motivée par le ridicule, un protagoniste aux écailles de dragon, des nobles moralement discutables, des évolutions de créatures folles et assez de rebondissements pour vous faire vous demander si le plus faible est vraiment le plus chanceux. Un MC qui est prêt à prouver à tout le monde qu'il a tort… même si cela doit le tuer. Alerte spoiler : Ça ne le fera pas. Pour ceux qui aiment beaucoup s'amuser, celui-ci est pour vous. Si vous cherchez une histoire plus sombre, cherchez ailleurs (peut-être Utopian System (;) Celle-ci parle de s'amuser et de dompter les attentes. _______ Si vous voulez en savoir plus sur la couverture : Oui, c'est Luna, la FL... Sa peau et ses vêtements se transforment en écailles brillantes grâce à son pouvoir de dragon. Vous vous souvenez de Sailor Moon ? Les filles magiques ? Maintenant, imaginez si la tenue magique n'était pas une jolie robe, mais un véritable dragon ! Le dragon est la robe... Ce n'est pas juste de la mode ; c'est de la fusion. Les bêtes de haut niveau ont tendance à laisser leur marque, et Luna la porte comme une patronne, réalisant le coup de maître ultime. _______ Nous utiliserons le même Discord de mon premier livre, venez nous rejoindre ! https://discord.gg/W3CjfC2cw4 _______ Tags frivoles qui semblent beaucoup importer à certains lecteurs : Pas de Yaoi, pas de Yuri, Possiblement Harem (Votez ! Je peux écrire l'un ou l'autre, et dans tous les cas, il y aura plusieurs filles. La seule différence est s'il en choisit une à la fin ou s'il prend la route "libérale".... la démocratie est vôtre !), Pas de NTR.

Synopsis: Heart of Phoenix In the vast and powerful Empire of Jiǔtiān, strength is more than tradition — it is law. Every royal is born into a world of power, ambition, and supernatural might, where martial mastery and awakened bloodlines determine one's place in destiny. At the center of this empire stands Prince Long Wei — born beneath a blood moon, blessed with godlike strength, and wielding powers others take decades to unlock. At just twelve years old, he is sent to the war front with an army of two hundred thousand, hailed as the empire’s chosen weapon. For twelve years, he fights demons, kingdoms, and darkness beyond the border, earning a name that shakes the heavens. But when peace returns and Long Wei is summoned home, he finds a far deadlier battlefield awaiting him — the imperial court. Here, four princes and one princess, born of two rival queens, walk the line between loyalty and ambition. The Emperor grows older. The throne whispers promises. And behind every silk curtain lies a blade. As ancient prophecies stir, long-hidden powers awaken, and betrayal takes root within the palace walls, Long Wei must navigate a war of politics, manipulation, and fate — one where enemies wear royal robes and blood is thicker than honor. The battle for the empire has only just begun. And in the heart of it all, one truth remains: Only the strongest will rise. Only the worthy will rule. And only the phoenix will survive the fire.

“They were never meant to meet.” He was chaos, bound in skin. She was light, born to obey. He walked among mortals for centuries, hiding behind empires, sins, and charm. She came to Earth for a mission. Silent. Watchful. Pure. But all it took was one moment. A single touch. A flicker of something neither of them understood. And in that instant… He took her grace. She stole his mark. The balance shattered. Heaven roared. Hell recoiled. And the world tilted just slightly off its axis. Now, the angel bears a demon’s scar. The demon glows with celestial light. And the war they never asked for is already in motion. All because of a forbidden crossing— A love that rewrote the rules. Now… nothing is sacred. Not even the divine. --- The room was silent. Sterile. White. Too white. Not the white of purity, but the cold, soulless kind that hummed beneath fluorescent lights and stank of antiseptic. Somewhere deep inside private medical wing, behind three layers of biometric locks, Abaddon stood alone in front of a floor-length mirror. His once black eyes were now a piercing, iridescent silver — unsettling in their calmness. His skin, once laced with ancient scars, now glowed faintly, like the after-burn of celestial fire. But he still wore black. He still moved like smoke. And on his wrist — where the inverted cross used to burn like a curse — now sat a thin, radiant upright cross that pulsed with divine energy. His fingers twitched. His jaw clenched. Something was wrong. Terribly, impossibly wrong. A soft rustle behind him. The sheets moved. He turned. Purity was waking up on the medical bed — face pale, long hair tangled in every direction, her lips slightly parted as she sat up groggily. But her presence… wasn’t the same. Her skin had lost its glow — replaced by a pallid, shadow-touched hue. Her once pristine robes clung to her in darker shades, and when she looked up at him… her pupils flickered. Not white. Not gold. Red. Abaddon moved before she could speak. In one motion, his hand clamped around her neck — not choking, but stopping her. Lifting her off the bed like a paper doll. His voice was ice: “What did you do?” Purity’s feet dangled above the floor. She didn’t fight — just blinked, her lips trembling with something dangerously close to guilt. The room was deathly still. Only the heart monitor beeped softly in the background. Then— The door burst open. A blinding surge of celestial wind swept through the room, flaring papers, rattling the IV stand. Abaddon didn’t look. He didn’t need to. With a grunt of fury, he threw Purity aside like trash — her body crashing against the mirror. Glass shattered, raining down around her as she hit the ground hard. Silence. She coughed. Slowly sat up amid the shards, blood pooling from a cut on her shoulder. But her voice — it didn’t tremble. It didn’t beg. Just quiet. And full of the storm she'd never meant to start. “I can explain.”

The grey world descended with a red meteor, like the ghostly reflection behind a mirror, gradually dragging the civilized world into the abyss of disorder. In this era, human life is as insignificant as dust. In this era, humanity shines as brightly as stars. The grand building was about to collapse. Someone saw an actor standing on the ruins of civilization, with a red robe like blood, laughing and crying from time to time. The curtain of The Times slowly opened behind him. He spread his arms wide, yes~

Stories of Dracula, the crimson king. Something different from what have been told. The dream returned again, thick with fog and the stench of old blood. Elara stood barefoot on blackened soil, surrounded by whispering shadows. A voice echoed through the mist — ancient, intimate. “Izolda…” She didn’t recognize the name, yet it struck something buried deep, like a cracked bell in her bones. She woke before dawn, heart pounding. Behind her ear, blood trickled from a place no wound should be. She dabbed it with trembling fingers and stared at the smear of red. It was the third time this month. At first, she told herself it was stress. Nerves. Imagination. But when three monks arrived that morning cloaked in silence and dusk-colored robes, her doubts unraveled. “You’ve heard the Call,” the eldest said. “The Seal weakens.” They knew her name. They spoke of an order older than kings. And of a man — a monster — bound beneath soil and stone. Dracula. Elara’s blood remembered things her mind could not. And now, the past clawed its way forward — not as memory, but as prophecy.

(Title change is in process) [WSA 2025 — PICCOMA] "I'll bite you. Right here," he pointed to his own arm, then his leg, then his neck, his smile widening. "I'll bite and bite and bite until I feel the blood run down my teeth. Until you scream just like him." He took a step forward, his eyes never leaving theirs. "Want to see how much you can bleed before you pass out?" - A 7 year old said ***** Watanabe Hiro and his friend, Owen were survivors of Zombie apocalypse and Black Dawn, a catastrophic event where the sun itself turned against humanity, scorching the earth and leaving only ashes in its wake. But death was not the end. Hiroshi woke up not in the burning wastelands of Earth, but in the grand hall of a noble estate, surrounded by stone pillars and robed figures. He found himself in the body of Axelius Dravenhart, the seven-year-old of the Noble Family of Dravenhart, renowned across the Kingdom of Archantia as the Greatest Beast Tamers for generations. Yet, his new life was far from a blessing. Axelius was labeled a disgrace from birth: No mana core, mana-less, unblessed, and shunned during the grand Awakening Ceremony—a moment where nobles discover their affinities, whether it be Elemental Magic, Weapon Mastery, Spiritual Arts, or Beast Taming. In a world dominated by powerful abilities and prestigious bloodlines, Axelius was nothing more than a powerless shadow, ignored by his own family and ridiculed by noble society. But Hiroshi was no ordinary soul. Armed with the memories of surviving Apocalypse and the instincts of a fighter, he soon discovered a dark hidden power. While the Dravenharts prided themselves on taming majestic beasts, Hiroshi, now Axelius, held the power to tame the untamable: Monsters. These terrifying creatures, feared from civilization for their uncontrollable nature, would bend to his will. The Dravenhart legacy of taming would not be denied to him not by blood, nor by fate. -------- BEASTS - Magestic,noble creatures, sacred companions of tamers. MONSTERS – Chaotic, often corrupted creatures. Dangerous, untamable by normal methods. Feared by society. Additional tags: Psycho MC, No harem, One FL, Slow burn Romance... COVER MADE BY: SHYRLO Discord Link: https://discord.gg/gGjZm2d8qq

"Have you heard of him?" A small boy tugged at a woman's skirt, his tiny finger pointing at the large portrait of a man clad in a minister’s robe. "Shhh! Don’t say its name!" The woman hushed him, glancing around anxiously. She knew the boy was only curious about the drawing, yet the inscription beside it spoke of someone else entirely. Still, the credit had been given to the man in the portrait. "Why?" "We just... don’t say it." "Are you talking about The Next General?" A man dressed as a scholar interjected, inserting himself into the conversation. "Everyone is talking about it. After a hundred years, it has returned. I can't decide whether that fills me with hope or dread." His words were meant to impress, to showcase his knowledge, but the woman only tightened her grip on the boy, scooped him up, and hurried away like a hunted animal sensing danger. The scholar let out a single sharp laugh. "A chaotic rhythm… and marvellously extraordinary times are upon us," he murmured, before turning and walking away. --- Disclaimer This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and events are either the product of the author's imagination or used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or to real events is purely coincidental. The views and opinions expressed by the characters do not necessarily reflect those of the author. This book contains content that may not be suitable for all audiences. Reader discretion is advised. ------- Author-Sama is here with another one, been planning this for quite a while but laziness and procrastination keeps holding me down but now I am free. Here is another exciting historical novel, please enjoy.

I didn’t climb the heavens. I made them. Long before fate, karma, or your favorite overpowered sect leader’s grandfather’s dog ever existed... I was already watching. I am the Origin. The First. The One Who Bored Himself Into Madness. After shaping multiverses, birthing cultivation paths, and watching trillions of “geniuses” yell “IMPOSSIBLE!” before exploding—I got tired. So I decided to have fun. I sealed 99.999999% of my power. Tossed on a plain robe. And stepped into the world like a background extra. No one knows me. No one respects me. Even spirit beasts try to bite me. Perfect. Because this time, I won’t guide dragons. I’ll raise the bugs no one notices—the failures, the weaklings, the hopeless trash. And I’ll turn them into monsters even gods will kneel to. All while drinking tea, napping in bamboo forests, and occasionally vaporizing an arrogant young master who talks too much. I’m not here to conquer. I’m here to feel. And maybe—just maybe—laugh again.

Before Heaven crowned kings, there was one who walked above fate. When his name was struck from the stars, destiny itself fractured.” In a world vast enough to eclipse suns, where ancient bloodlines command the stars, and sects raise immortal emperors from ash and thunder — a single regressed kingdom waits in silence. The world has forgotten it once ruled the heavens. Now, in the twilight of a crumbling age, Xuanyuan Kingdom births twin heirs — dragons of destiny, whose cries stir the winds of fate. But not all stars shine in daylight. In the shadows of the court walks a boy not born of record, raised in plain robes under the eye of the Imperial Preceptor. Neither prince nor peasant. Neither hero nor villain. Those who’ve crossed him… are gone. Those who follow him… obey without question. They call him many names: schemer, shadow, serpent. But no one knows the truth — not yet. As kingdoms clash, sects plot, demons stir, and ancient beasts rise, the Heavenly Mandate begins to awaken — not with light… but with silence. For a forgotten prophecy resurfaces. A crownless one shall rise. And every realm will tremble at the weight of his name — if they ever learn it. "To slay fate, one must first hide from it." The war for Heaven begins not with a sword… …but with a whisper.

In a quiet town cloaked in rain and routine, a girl who rarely speaks stumbles upon a strange, forgotten book hidden in her attic. Its pages whisper fragments of a tale long buried—a story of monsters sealed underground, a child who fell, and a truth twisted by time. But many pages are missing. Gaps in memory. Pieces of a puzzle the world wants to forget. Compelled by the mystery and driven by a need she can’t explain, the girl sets out for the legendary Mount Ebott—the last known gateway to the Underground. One stormy night, she watches the mountain from afar, unable to shake the feeling that something is calling her. The next morning, she quietly leaves her home and begins her journey, alone. At the entrance to the Underground, she meets a robed figure with no face—a man who seems to know more than he says. He warns her not to continue, to turn back before the story repeats itself. But when she refuses to leave, he offers her the one thing she’s never had: the truth.

Jin Mu-ryong, the disgraced heir of the Frozen Blade Sect, kneels before the Imperial Court—his hands bound in soul-severing chains, his once-proud robes reduced to bloodied rags. The Emperor, flanked by the very martial brothers Mu-ryong once called family, grins as he pronounces the sentence: "Execution for the traitor." Desperation turns to rage as Mu-ryong smashes his forehead against the floor—not in surrender, but in final defiance. The impact cracks the marble, and in that instant, a blinding summoning circle ignites beneath him, its intricate runes unlike any Murim formation. The Emperor's smirk vanishes as Mu-ryong dissolves into golden light, leaving behind only a whisper of qi and the echoing laughter of… someone else. He awakens naked and wounded in a grand cathedral, surrounded by foreign mages in flowing robes. Their language is gibberish, but their expressions are clear: awe and terror. For Mu-ryong has not been exiled—he has been summoned. The Kingdom of Luminar is losing its war against the Demon God’s hordes. Their last hope? A "Hero from Beyond the Heavens and a puppet they can control." But what they got was no hero, nor a beast to be tamed—they summoned a vengeful Murim monster.

' It is said that, beyond our sky, there are countless of stars, and each star holds a world of it's own, with powerful abilities beyond one's imagination. And that as long as you reach your hand upward with determination, a celestial body might heed your call and come towards you.. ' ' What if you received memories of the future you? What would you do? Would you believe in them and try changing your life? Would you just think of them as a passing dream ?...' Somewhere in the void... A tall and muscular man with long platinum blond hair in a black robe stood in the void of space. He was looking before him, where a grand scene was taking place. Countless galaxies and nebulas were moving in specific trajectories as if they were following an order. " I did what I thought was right to do. I do not lament nor do I regret, for it is an emotion of the weak. If I had to choose again, I'd still do the same, that is my conviction. That's what makes #### who he is now. " He turned his head towards another figure that was standing not too far behind him and asked with an deadpan face. " What about you? ####, What would you have done if you received what I've received, would you have the courage and firmness to accept this gift ? " But he didn't let the questioned respond as he smiled and lifted his left hand, holding a golden longsword that was slightly vibrating and pointed it towards the questioned one before finally ending the conversation. " The weak will always be weak as long as they don't have the will and courage to challenge those who are stronger than them." After gently saying those words, the man slashed horizontally with his golden sword, * SHWINGGG!!!!* unleashing a bright golden light that went straight to his opponent at an amazing speed and at the same time- *Shuuu!!* His figure flickered forward, following closely behind his attack... In the vast void of space, Two figures could be seen moving closely together then separating from time to time. ---------------------------------------------- Hello! Author here! just to say that the book is still in development, or to say uhmm everything is still in development, please do bear patience with this author! I just posted the uploaded the cover and the synopsis because of my own impatience sigh... the cover doesn't belong to me, just found it in Pinterest. that's all for now!

In a brutal cultivation world where power is everything, Lin Ye finds himself reincarnated as the fearsome leader of the Demonic Path. But beneath the black robes lies a dangerous secret—he is actually a spy from the Righteous Path. As tensions rise and his bloodthirsty subordinates prepare for war, Lin Ye must tread carefully to avoid exposure and certain death. Just when survival seems hopeless, a mysterious God-Level Entertainment System activates, granting him access to modern Earth’s apps like Douyin (TikTok). Armed with strange his strange system, Lin Ye sets out to rewrite the fate of both good and evil. Watch as he uses the power of entertainment to manipulate sects, sway hearts, and silently reshape the cultivation world from the shadows. ⚠️Disclaimer: I am not the original author of this novel, and I do not own the cover photo. If the owner wishes for it to be taken down, please feel free to message me.

I wasn’t supposed to be here. Not in this fallen temple. Not in this broken life. Reborn as a false priest, a lie draped in worn robes, praying to gods who had long forgotten me. This place was my prison. My exile. A tomb for a soul who had no right to hope. Then he appeared. A filthy man, reeking of sweat and something darker, something intoxicating. His eyes gleamed with wild fire, and a crooked smile tugged at his lips like he knew every secret I tried to hide. He sauntered in, voice low and teasing. "Well, well, what do we have here? A little lost lamb in a den of shadows?"He asked. "I am the last priest this temple has."I said. He laughed, a slow, sultry sound that sent shivers down my spine. "False priest, true sinner. You’re far too serious for a place like this." His gaze lingered a moment too long, the heat in his eyes promising danger and delight. "I’m not supposed to fall. Not supposed to want."I said. He stepped closer, breath warm against my ear. "Oh, but darling, temptation is the sweetest kind of prayer."He grinned. And just like that, my quiet exile shattered, torn apart by a demon’s obsession. A seduction incubus who wasn’t afraid to play with fire… and power me in ways I never expected.

I had finally done it—achieved the ultimate Paladin build. Maxed stats, impenetrable armor, and so many resistances that death itself had given up on me. I was an unkillable tank, an indomitable force. Nothing could stop me. And then my PC exploded. I died. Irony, thou art a cruel mistress. But instead of the afterlife, I woke up as my Paladin character… in the wrong freaking genre. Instead of castles and dungeons, there were people flying around on swords, shooting qi beams like fantasy laser guns. “This is definitely the wrong genre,” I muttered, watching a pompous young master sneer at me. “Kowtow, kiss my foot, and beg for forgiveness!” he declared. I looked at my imaginary maxed-out health bar, then at his flimsy silk robes. Oh, this was going to be fun. __________________________________________________ Hey everyone! I'm looking to expand my reader base by posting here on WN. My penname is Alfir (or Alfir2 on RR). Unfortunately, I lost access to my main account, so this is my new one. If you’ve read my works before, I’d really appreciate your support again! If you enjoy my stories and want to read more, you can also check out my Patreon: https://www.patreon.com/c/Alfir Thanks for your time, and I hope you enjoy my works! Let’s keep the stories going!

In the heart of Tamil Nadu lies Salem, a city plagued by corruption, crime, and broken promises of justice. When Mano Kanagaraj, a fearless and brilliant criminal lawyer, is betrayed and murdered for exposing a powerful political-legal conspiracy, his story should have ended. But justice has other plans. Revived by a mysterious force known only as the Lex System, Mano is granted a second life—and a powerful tool that transforms Indian law into a living weapon. Now armed with real-time access to the IPC, CrPC, RTI, PILs, and court tactics, Mano returns not just as a lawyer—but as a silent warrior of justice. With each case he takes, he exposes buried secrets, breaks powerful criminals in court, and navigates the grey areas of law with sharp intellect and unshakable determination. From land mafia in Mettur to corrupt MLAs and black-robed betrayers within the very courts he once trusted, Mano’s fight has just begun. But with every verdict he wins, a darker enemy begins to watch him—one who controls Salem’s underbelly from behind the judge’s bench. This time, justice won’t be begged for—it will be demanded. “I’m not here to argue. I’m here to punish. By the law.”

Meili is a once-in-a-generation beauty raised in secrecy in the inner courtyards. To keep her safe from the palace concubine selections, her family conspires to make everyone, including her, believe that she's ugly. The secret's revealed when 3 peeping Tom’s get more than they bargained for spying on the 'ugly sister' bathing. The perverts are best friends, a young commander, the second prince, and an admired poet, and the 3 young men compete fiercely for her affections. As Meili emerges from 16 years in seclusion, her deeply rooted body dysmorphia has hilarious consequences as she misreads her interactions with men and proves to be a far more complex puzzle to woo than any of them are equipped for. A cdrama romcom where a young girl is a glittering prize trying her hardest not to be won. [#teen #lovequadrangle #historicalromance #romcom #chinesedrama #sweetromance] EXTRACT: Meili slipped out of her robe and sat on a ledge in the warm pool. Her long black hair cascaded down her back, tiny silver bells tinkled as she moved. It felt wonderful to be free of her chest binding. It was starting to get quite painful. She didn't dare stop wearing it in case it encouraged her already disconcertingly large breasts to keep expanding. It was onto this scene that the Commander, the Prince and the poet happened, as they soundlessly raised their heads above the peaked roofline. For a full minute not one of them moved or breathed. Her long hair covered her generous curves, allowing tantalising glimpses. She reached behind her neck to push back her hair. Commander Bai, realising what was about to happen, clamped each of his hands firmly over the eyes of the Prince and Tan Bowen. A fight broke out on the ridge-line as the men clawed and scratched in a panicked attempt to see what came next. Meili looked up in fright, just as the commander forcefully pushed his two friends, sliding them down the steep rooftop. For just a split second, the eyes of Commander Bai and Meili met.

!!R18 | Mature | Dark Erotica | Dubious Consent | Submissive MC | Possessive Twins | Court Politics | Pain & Pleasure !! Liam thought he was being blessed. Instead, he was being claimed. On his 18th birthday, he woke up in a golden collar—lying on silk sheets in a see-through dress that clung to his soft skin. His body trembled. His lips parted. His fate pulsed against his throat like a curse he couldn’t remove. He was told it meant love. That he was mated. But fate didn’t give him a soulmate. It gave him two. Not lovers. Demons. Twin brothers. Kings of a realm soaked in power and cruelty. The door creaked open. Maximilian stepped in first—shirtless, silent, his body marked in dark tattoos that crawled like sin across his chest. No smile. No warmth. Just sharp eyes and restrained rage. Then Elijah followed—smirking, robe hanging loose, gaze unapologetically tracing every inch of Liam’s exposed thighs. He didn’t wait. “Lets complete the ritual little angel.” Liam froze. He didn’t speak. He didn’t even know what that means. He was pulled to the edge of the bed like something bought, not bonded—his dress riding up, baring untouched skin to cold air and hotter gazes. And that night… didn’t end in kisses. It ended in voices, tears, and marks. He was supposed to be theirs. But to them? He was an angel no matter how hard they wanted they couldn't trust and angel , not with court plotting everything that's against him. In the palace, he wasn’t a their. He was a question. A threat. A spy. Even his mates didn’t trust him. And yet... somehow, in stolen glances and quiet silences, they made him feel just a little bit special. Just enough to hurt. They wanted his submission. His obedience. His body. For revenge. For power. For pleasure. Liam thought love was part of fate. But fate only delivered him into the arms of his enemies—two demons who never asked what he wanted. Now, trapped between politics and desire, pleasure and pain, he’s left to wonder: "Will they ever love him? Or will they just take him... until there’s nothing left to break?" He was raised to be soft. Now he moans under monsters who only believe in control.

A hidden dragon lurked in the abyss, cultivating immortality for ten years. Today I descend the mountain—I, unmatched across all realms! Mortals mock my ragged robes, unaware a Celestial Sovereign descends upon them. Nobles scorn my archaic speech, ignorant that my word could doom entire lineages. With but one sword in hand, I rend the heavens apart! I descend only to declare to this world— The Divinity has returned!

"A young girl from humble beginnings dared to dream big. Despite facing bullying from the elite, she persevered and ultimately earned the respect of those around her, achieving her aspiration to become a dazzling showgirl."

Liang Zhenyu never believed in ghosts. That is, until he was assigned to Room 404—the only vacant room in the eerie, crumbling Xiao Meng Dormitory. The elevator doesn’t reach the fourth floor. The back stairwell carries incense in the air and rules whispered too late. Inside the room? Four spirits await him: a dorm warden who died in 1852, a 90s schoolgirl obsessed with Jay Chou, a grandma who feeds sleeping guests, and a red-robed woman who sweeps shadows in silence. But they aren’t the scariest part. Something—or someone—watches Zhenyu from the eastern hallway. A girl with jasmine-scented hair and a gaze that feels like a memory from another life. In this dormitory, the line between the living and the dead begins to blur. And Zhenyu must choose: survive the haunting… or uncover the truth that binds him to them— and to her. — Dark, romantic, and laced with absurdity, Dormitory on the Fourth Floor is a supernatural tale where horror and humor walk hand-in-hand, and love lingers… even after death.